Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Behind the Chixia Hall, there are several elegant homes with the best locations.

One of them occupies a huge area and has always been a special place where Shennonggu guests often live when they come and go.

Sitting in the main hall, Mu Qinghui still looked a little haggard, with his handsome brows slightly frowned, listening to a disciple's report in the hall.

After a long while, he waved his hand and said to the man: "Understood, go and call the young master."

After a while, Mu Jiarong was in a hurry and stepped into the door from the outside.

However, in just a few months, his originally childish face also became a bit dignified, and the arrogance and arrogance of the past are no longer there.

Mu Qinghui beckoned him to sit down, and said in a harmonious voice, "It's been hard for you recently."

Mu Jiarong's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice, "It should."

Unfortunately, Mu Anyang died, and Mu Qinghui was seriously injured, so he had to stay in the Cangqiong Sect to recuperate temporarily. All funeral arrangements, reception of guests and others fell on the two sons of the Mu family.

It wasn't until recently that Mu Anyang's funeral was properly handled, and Mu Jiarong was only free to come back here these two days.

Mu Qinghui hesitated for a moment, and said, "There are so many things going on in the valley, can you take care of them?"

Mu Jiarong's eyes turned red, and he lowered his head: "Dad and Uncle Shi used to take care of it together, I... I didn't know it was so hard."

Mu Qinghui said warmly: "You are now too. From now on, you must learn to take up the responsibility of Shennonggu. For some things, you must persist. Don't look forward and backward, and don't worry too much."

Mu Jiarong pursed his lips.

Mu Qinghui asked: "Did Qinghong use a lot of supplies from Gu Zhong recently? If you think it's inappropriate, just say so. Although he is a little paranoid, for your father's sake, he probably won't." It will really embarrass you."

Mu Jiarong opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "He... He didn't take it for himself, he sent it to the Sky Sect."

Mu Qinghui let out a long sigh: "Although Shennonggu and the Cangqiong Sect have always had good relations, in this situation, we can't be unrestrained and evacuate Shennonggu's belongings to fill this hole."

The Sky Sect is in turmoil right now, Shang Yuan went against the grain and killed countless immortals. Although Ning Cheng stepped forward and blew himself up at the last moment to snipe and kill the master, he also suffered a lot of lives in his hands.

Although the matter has come to an end now, the entire Cang Qiong Sect has almost become the enemy of the Immortal Sect.

With so many wounded seriously injured, they had to stay in the Cangqiong sect for cultivation, and now there is no one in charge of affairs in the sect, so naturally everything fell on the head of the merchant's grandson, Shanglang.

Seeking medical advice, providing compensation, and dealing with the cold eyes of various sects, except him, no one else is qualified to show their faces and come out to deal with it.

But there are so many clues, in the final analysis, it is still a word of "resources".

The wealth of the Cang Qiong Sect has been inexplicably squandered by Ning Cheng in recent years. After Shang Yuan left the customs, he briefly used the Canglong Art to amass a lot of spiritual stone property, but now once he dies, those immortal sects will force the Cang Qiong Sect to vomit come out.

While Shang Lang has to take care of the food, clothing, housing and transportation of thousands of disciples in the sect, he also has to try his best to settle the claims and seek vengeance of the immortal sects of various families. The resources in the sect have long been exhausted.

At the beginning, the Mu family secretly sent a lot of wound medicine pills, but how could they block this monstrous hole? Mu Jiarong was busy dealing with affairs in the valley, but Li Qinghong, unknowingly, took half of Shennong Gu's belongings were sent to the Cangqiong Sect.

The big disciple just now was in charge of Guzhong's accounts, and he just went back and forth to report Mu Qinghui's matter.

Mu Jiarong was in a daze: "Mr. Shang is...really struggling now, so it's good to help him."

Mu Qinghui looked serious: "Both you and Qinghong are very kind to Mr. Shang, I naturally understand. But since you two brothers are in charge of Shennonggu now, you can't separate public and private affairs."

His expression turned severe: "The elders of the Cangqiong Sect did evil, and the disciples under the sect were not implicated and killed. It is already for the sake of Ning Xiaoxianjun. From now on, I am afraid that there will be no place for the Cangqiong Sect to gain a foothold." land."

Mu Jiarong stared at him blankly: "Uncle Master..."

Mu Qinghui took a deep breath: "Shen Nong Valley also suffered countless casualties in the war, your father was even more... We have done our best not to participate in the pursuit of revenge, and there are still so many disciples in the valley who need food, clothing, housing and transportation. Not advisable."

Mu Jiarong whispered: "I know. But my brother wants to mobilize supplies, I, I..."

Before Mu Anyang died, he did not say who would be in charge of the affairs of Guzhong. Mu Jiarong was deeply loved by the old department of Guzhong, but Li Qinghong had no foundation. In fact, now that many things are decided, the people in Guzhong consciously come to ask Mu Jiarong first. .

Li Qinghong didn't seem to care about this matter, but he was the eldest son of Mu Anyang's banquet guests and the eldest son found by the world, his status was noble and no one dared to rebel.

He really opened his mouth to withdraw the property, but the people in charge of the property in Guzhong did not dare to stop him, and it was even more difficult for Mu Jiarong to refuse.

Mu Qinghui shook his head: "After all, this is a matter of the Mu family. Although I am an elder, I am not a direct blood relative of the Mu family. It is inconvenient to intervene. Jiarong, you are not a child anymore. Responsibility. You have to learn to distinguish which is more important, and you have to fight for it.”

Mu Jiarong was in a daze, and finally gritted his teeth after a while: "Okay, I understand."

When he went out, the disciple who was in charge outside was guarding the door nervously. Seeing him coming out, he hurriedly went up to him: "Young master..."

Mu Jiarong was ruthless: "In the future, if my brother asks you to withdraw money from Yanzhong again, if you don't give it to me for now, just ask him to come and discuss with me."

The man was overjoyed and nodded quickly: "Okay!..."

Before he finished speaking, a deep voice came from the gate of the courtyard: "What did you say?"

Li Qinghong was expressionless, standing at the door in black, with a hint of coldness on his handsome face, looking at Mu Jiarong from a distance.

Mu Jiarong was stunned, he gritted his teeth, stepped forward, considered his words, and then said: "Brother, Shennonggu has suffered great changes recently, and it is also stretched. Although Mr. Shang is also in urgent need of help, our family in Shennonggu is also limited. , can't..."

Li Qinghong cut him off lightly: "Our Shennong Valley? Now you are in charge, and I didn't argue with you."

Mu Jiarong said patiently, "That's not what I meant."

Li Qinghong said: "What does that mean? Are you reluctant?"

Mu Jiarong blushed, and blurted out: "If it's my own thing, I'd like to give him as much as I want! But this is the foundation of the entire Shennong Valley, I... neither of us can be so willful."

Li Qinghong said indifferently: "You have feelings for Shennonggu, but I don't. Since I am the son of Mu's eldest son, at least half of all the things here belong to me."

Mu Jiarong was angry and impatient, and embarrassed again: "You!...Are you going to separate?"

Li Qinghong was stunned, and said: "Not really. It's just that I didn't worry about these when I was in the Demon Sect. Now if I can't spend some money, what's the point if I want to be the son of the Mu family mean?"

He waved his hand wearily: "I don't want too much, as for your own half, you can save as much as you want. But for my half, you just don't want to interfere."

Mu Jiarong said: "You also know that so much money was thrown in, and it wasn't for Shang Lang. In the end, it all went into other immortal sects."

Li Qinghong tilted his head, a little surprised: "Then what should we do? See him bowing his knees everywhere, going to make amends and beg for mercy?"

He thought for a while, and he was a little confused: "I used to have a vicious mind. Seeing him smiling all day long, and always surrounded by a lot of people, I secretly hated him, and even hoped that one day he would suddenly be unlucky. It would be nice to be hated by everyone like me. How about you? Will you do the same?"

Mu Jiarong looked at him in astonishment: "Of course not!"

Li Qinghong nodded: "Yes, when this day really comes, I'm not happy at all."

Mu Jiarong looked at his innocent expression, and finally nodded sadly after a while: "You... are indeed different from me."

He was stunned for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Okay, from now on, you will have half of all income and property in Shennong Valley. If it exceeds, there will be no more."

He turned around and walked forward, when he passed by Li Qinghong, he stopped slightly and added: "I will also tell him that these were given to him by you personally, not from the Mu family. My half has to be protected The entire Shennong Valley."

……

A month later, in the Cangqiong faction, in the Scarlet Cloud Hall.

There are simple decorations all around, and there are only common fruit spring water and ordinary pastries on the tables, and there are no rare spiritual fruits and luxurious drinks in the past.

On the high platform ahead, there were no tall broad chairs anymore, only countless long seats placed side by side under the platform.

The little disciples of the Cang Qiong Sect flinched one by one, and stood by the side with their hands down respectfully, greeting the distinguished guests from various families who came in and took their seats from time to time.

On the left side of the main hall, in a conspicuous position, there was a seat vacant.

People from many sects have already taken their seats, and the juniors are sitting at the bottom. Someone looked over there, a little curious: "Which one is that seat for? It seems that the important sects have already arrived, right?"

A brother beside him looked at him in surprise, lowered his voice: "Are you stupid? That's just..."

Before the words were finished, a group of people had already swaggered in at the entrance of the outer hall.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect who spoke took a look at it, and Qiqi closed their mouths, their expressions were strange, and they seemed to be a little excited.

Watching the pedestrian Shi Shiran walk by, suddenly a young disciple plucked up his courage and raised his voice, "Young Master Yuan, how is your health?"

In the middle of the crowd, a young man with black hair and golden ring, gently swinging a white jade and black gold fan in his hand, his wrist is as white as jade, turned his head when he heard the words, and raised his eyebrows and smiled at the person who spoke: "It's easy to say, half-dead, full of energy. What about you?"

It was the young master of the Demon Sect, Yuan Qinghang, who led a group of Xianzong youths to kill all directions and was full of tricks a while ago.

The group of teenagers laughed loudly, shouted enthusiastically: "Just like you, young master, since you can't die, then it's very good."

"Thank you, Young Master Yuan Xiao, for the panacea. My wound healed very quickly!"

"Yes, yes, my master didn't ask me to use it at first, so I secretly used it..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy's mouth was covered by someone, his face was flushed, he knew that he had said something wrong, he hurriedly pulled his hand off his mouth, and said: "My master said that I am worthless. , can’t use such a good thing!”

Yuan Qinghang smiled and shook his fan at him: "Your master is right."

Li Hongling led a group of Demon Sect subordinates, and stood coldly behind him, her beautiful eyes turned around the group of youngsters, and the youngsters over there felt that they were all suddenly cold for some reason, and never again. Dare to exchange pleasantries, they all retracted their heads.

Oh my god, it is said that Mu Guzhu's former fiancée was beautiful and bright, but today she finally saw a real person, she was really beautiful, but also very scary.

No wonder Master Mu Gu would rather die than marry her! ...

Yuan Qinghang sat at the Mozong table specially reserved over there, and looked around.

The heads of the various families and the head masters still sit in the front seats, and the seats of the younger disciples are in the back. Looking around, except for those who unfortunately died in battle or were killed by Shang Yuan, almost all the important figures left in each family are All arrived.

At the table in Shennonggu, Li Qinghong and Mu Jiarong sat next to Mu Qinghui. They were usually dressed in dignified clothes, but they seemed to be preoccupied.

Chen Feng from Lingxiao Hall, the deputy head of Baicao Hall who took over after the death of the head of Baicao Hall, Chang head of Haiqing Sect, and head Li of Lingwu Hall were all present.

On the other table, Yu Wenhan's face was gloomy, as if he was sullen, and beside him, Yu Wenli was respectfully greeting several elders in a low voice.

Li Hongling never looked at Shennonggu, but suddenly sneered.

"As long as you live long, you can see everything." She held a glass of water in front of her, and slowly took a sip, her beautiful face full of sarcasm, "The gathering of the immortal sects of hundreds of families has even reserved a place for the Demon Sect!" .”