Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

There was a commotion among the crowd: "Yes, it's not difficult."

"It's easy to say, but it's also difficult to say. After all, there are still some lone cultivators who come and go alone, and they may not necessarily be found."

"That being said, if you die unjustly, there will always be doubts left."

Yuan Qinghang watched them arguing fiercely, stopped talking, and silently retreated behind.

Now that the matter has come to this point, no matter whether it is a matter of trying to figure it out, or continuing to investigate, it is impossible to pin a rotten pot on their heads.

……

In the independent meditation room, the carved doors and windows are closed, and the incense is floating secretly.

Ning Cheng sat cross-legged on the couch, quietly looking at the young man in front of him.

"Anything else to say?"

Ning Duo said in a low voice, "Yes. I was in the hall just now, so it's inconvenient to say."

Ning Cheng looked calm: "Let's talk now."

Ning Duo frowned slightly: "Master, when I fought against that terrifying corpse, I felt that his swordsmanship was a bit out of shape, but it was still..."

He said with difficulty: "It's very similar to the high-level swordsmanship of our Cangqiong Sect."

Ning Cheng's eyes shrank suddenly, and he said slowly: "You said that you are out of shape, isn't it just similar?"

Ning Duo was silent for a moment, then shook his head stubbornly: "I have been studying high-level swordsmanship recently, and I am always thinking about it in my heart. I think...in fact, it is."

In the quiet room, the petals of the lotus incense arrangement on the table are as white as jade, and the faint fragrance lingers in the stamens.

Ning Cheng was silent for a moment, then calmly said: "Understood, this is a big matter, don't talk nonsense when you go out. I will discuss with other elders to make a decision."

Ning Duo bowed and said, "Yes, I understand."

The master and apprentice were relatively speechless. Ning Cheng stroked the sword scabbard beside him with his palm, looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and sighed faintly.

"Duo'er, you have grown up. There are many things... It seems that you don't want to talk to your teacher anymore."

Ning Duo's dark eyes were slightly perplexed: "The respect my apprentice has for Master has never changed."

Ning Cheng was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "You have a good impression of that Li Qing, don't you?"

Ning Duo's heart was shocked, and he looked up at him suddenly: "Master?"

"I think you are quite protective of him." Ning Cheng looked at him with eyes as sharp as a blade, "Why?"

Ning Duo lowered his head, tightly grasped the hilt of the sword with his palm, and closed his thin lips tightly, but did not reply.

Ning Cheng said in a deep voice: "You have always been prudent since you were a child, and you seldom interact with others. As a teacher, seeing you making friends with children from other families, I am happier than anything else."

Ning Duo bowed his head and remained silent.

"But if you want to make friends, you should also look for famous immortals like Mu Jiarong and Yu Wenli with a clean family background, instead of being too close to some people with unknown backgrounds."

Ning Duo couldn't help but whispered: "But making friends, shouldn't you follow your heart?"

"It's easy to be deceived by heart. You are still young, and you don't even know how some monsters are good at deceiving people!"

Ning Duo bowed his head, his long eyelashes covered his clear eyes, and after a long while he said stubbornly: "Listen to his words and watch his actions. If he is really treacherous and evil, he will show his feet sooner or later."

Ning Cheng Qingjun's face was slightly haggard: "By then, it will be too late. You are the most outstanding one among the juniors of the Cangqiong Sect, and your future is boundless. You can't act recklessly, lest you regret it in the future."

Ning Duo remained silent.

Ning Cheng's face sank like water: "Listen well. The female head of the Seven Poison Sect hides her face and is sneaky, and the little disciple has a heart like a snake and a scorpion. This Li Qing is even weirder, and she is definitely not someone who should be close."

Seeing that Ning Duo's face was pale, he withdrew his stern expression: "Okay, you have fought hard all night, go to rest early. Three days later, it will be the final sword sect competition, and you must perform well."

Watching Ning Duo's figure leave, he sat quietly for a while, then stood up and walked to the Jingyang Hall behind.

After many corridors, the perennial herbal fumigation of the Jingyang Hall faintly came, accompanied by the bright and brisk voice of the young man.

"Father, the Sword Sect Grand Competition is coming up soon. Will you go to watch the battle then? I'll bring you back with a ranking!"

It was Shang Lang.

Ning Cheng stood behind the door and looked inside.

The boy was dressed in white, with a tall and straight figure standing there, covered with sunlight, adding a touch of color and vitality to the room where the chronically ill often stay.

Shang Wuji sat at the table, looked at his son with a smile, with a peaceful expression: "There are so many sword sects in the world, there are mountain people outside the mountain, and there are others, how can it be so easy to get the ranking."

Shang Lang smiled and boiled the spring water: "Junior Brother Ning, I can't beat him, but I have to be No.2. I have secretly found a few disciples from famous schools to compare, and I know what I know."

"Don't force everything, just do your best, and don't hurt yourself. Do you understand?"

Shang Lang took down the newly boiling Lingquan water, brewed a cup of tea, and handed it to Shang Wuji respectfully.

"Father, try this tea. It was sent by the young master of the Mu family. He said it was produced in their garden on the mountain, and they can only get three to five catties a year."

Shang Wuji smiled and took a sip: "I met that child from the Mu family when he was a child, he is cute and very likable."

"The Medicine Sect Grand Competition is over. He's probably been crying in the house for the past few days. I'll catch him out tomorrow and talk to you, Daddy."

"Oh, why?"

"Isn't it because you didn't get the first place? By the way, Dad, the disciple of the Seven Poison Sect who won the first place from Young Master Mu is also the first in the Shuzong Grand Competition."

Shang Wuji was taken aback: "What?"

"Father, listen to me slowly. Dabi last night was full of strange things and it was thrilling."

Shang Lang's tone was lively and brisk, and he kept narrating the thrills of last night. After talking for a long time, when he looked up, he was suddenly startled.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Your face is so ugly!"

Ning Cheng walked in slowly from the door, and said in a harmonious voice to Shang Lang, "Lang'er, step back first, I have something to talk to your father about."

Shang Lang hurriedly agreed, turned his head three times at a step, and retreated a little worried.

Ning Cheng reached out and took the teapot off the small stove, brewed a cup again, and handed it to Shang Wuji.

"Senior brother, you heard what Lang'er said just now. The startled corpse that ran away last night actually had a mid-stage golden core cultivation, and it had just died more than ten years ago."

He sighed: "It's really confusing to suddenly appear in the Lingshan Mountain of our Cangqiong Sect."

Shang Wuji's voice was a bit dry: "Perhaps it was a casual cultivator who wandered here, who accidentally clashed with someone and died, and fell into the mountains?"

"But there's one thing Lang'er doesn't know."

Shang Wuji's hand holding the teacup seemed stable, but the water in the cup was trembling slightly: "What?"

"Duo'er just told me in private that he felt that the move of the Faceless Shocking Corpse resembles the sword technique of our Heaven School."

With a "click", the hard jade porcelain cup was crushed by Shang Wuji!

With a flick of Ning Cheng's sleeve, pieces of broken porcelain on the ground flew up one after another, and they were caught in his sleeve without landing, and then fell to the side of the tea table with a clatter.

He gently helped Shang Wuji brush off the tea stains on his lower body, and shook his head: "Senior brother, do you think it's funny?"

……

Yuan Qinghang was lying on Yashe's bed, holding the newly acquired Xiexie brake disc in his hand, holding it up to his eyes and looking at it repeatedly.

After watching it for a while, I happily put it away.

He jumped off the bed and ran to the Gu Eagle in the corner of the room.

After two or three days of recuperation, and the use of precious elixir, the female Gu Eagle's wounds had grown solid, and the hideous scars showed a pink flesh color.

Seeing Yuan Qinghang approaching, it bowed its head docilely, and touched his calf weakly with its head.

With a huge head, the skin is all exposed, and the fleshy wings on the back are huge and ugly, without any beautiful feathers and fur.

Yuan Qinghang touched its greasy nape, then covered its abdomen with his hands, listening to the heartbeat of the little beast in its belly.

"It's very healthy, don't worry." He smiled and patted Gu Diao's head, "With a brave mother like you, it will be born smoothly."

The little guy in this Gu Diao's womb is really fateful, the mother is tossed like this, not only is nothing wrong, but her heartbeat is still very strong.

Li Qinghong walked in from the outside, seeing him getting close to Gu Diao, couldn't help showing a little disgust: "Such a disgusting thing, only Brother Young Master likes it, I feel like vomiting when I see it."

The Gu Eagle was lying down, but suddenly it bared its teeth and roared viciously at him.

Li Qinghong wondered: "This beast can still understand human language? It's the opposite of heaven."

Yuan Qinghang said: "Although you can't understand it, but you hate it, it will naturally feel it."

Li Qinghong sat at the table: "If you like spiritual pets, why don't you look pretty? You must put an ugly guy in the room."

Yuan Qinghang grabbed a large piece of specially found raw beef from the table, fed it into Gu Diao's mouth, watched it swallow it raw, opened the storage bag again, and released the little dream-making beast.

He picked a bunch of grapes from the glass fruit plate and threw it in front of it: "Many!"

The little dream-making beast jumped up, opened its mouth and grabbed the bunch of grapes, and started to eat it with a snap. After a while, it opened its mouth and spit out a lot of grape skins and grape seeds.

After eating, it looked around curiously with its small eyeballs, and when it saw the Gu carving, it shrank a little at first, but after staring at it for a while, it probably felt that such a big thing was sick, and became bolder.

Xiao Suibu moved closer to the Gu Eagle, and when he got closer, he suddenly stretched out his claws and touched the Gu Eagle's big hoof.

Gu Diao looked at it weakly, and retracted its hooves and claws patiently.

The little thing became more energetic, jumping behind the gu carving for a while and pulling its tail, rubbing against its back for a while, and screaming excitedly at the gu eagle for a while.

Yuan Qinghang was so angry and funny, he stretched out his hand and poked it: "It's pretty good at killing. He has a cub in his belly, so he doesn't care about you. If you provoke him again, be careful that he will slap you to death."

The little dream-making beast stared at the gu carving, as if it understood something, suddenly twisted, became blurred and distorted, and breathed out at the gu carving.

Gu Diao was startled, his eyes became dazed and staring, he yawned for a while, and then fell asleep.

Li Qinghong sneered at the side: "If this Gu carving is made to have nightmares by it, I wonder if it will miscarry?"

Yuanqing Hanghu raised his face, picked up the small thing and shook it: "What are you doing, Duoduo?"

The little thing looked at him eagerly, suddenly opened his mouth, and spat at Yuan Qinghang flatteringly.

Yuan Qinghang was stunned, caught off guard and inhaled a few wisps, tasted carefully, the breath was sweet and soft, finally relieved.

He smiled and said: "No. Its breathing depends on its mood. Now that it is full and happy, it should give birth to sweet dreams."

Li Qinghong stretched out his hand, grabbed the nape of the little guy's neck, frowned and pinched: "Come on, try spraying on me too."

When the little thing saw his face, the hair on his whole body was about to explode, and he kicked his legs vigorously.

Yuan Qinghang smiled wryly and said: "The little animal has a grudge. You kicked it. How can it be in a good mood when it sees you?"

Li Qinghong's face darkened, and with a "slap", he threw the dream-making beast away: "Bad thing."

The little thing was thrown to pieces, shaking on the ground, and then ran to hide behind the gu carving, not daring to take a breath.

Li Qinghong looked at the Gu carving: "Brother Young Master, do you really plan to raise this thing as a spiritual pet?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head: "Wait a month to deliver the baby, then put it back in the mountains."

Li Qinghong was startled: "If you don't accept it, what are you planning?"

Yuanqing Hangqi said: "Do you have to figure out what to do?"

Li Qinghong became dumb, poured himself a cup of tea, and changed the subject: "I'm so annoying, just now a group of Shuzong people came to make friends and thank you. I reasoned that you were injured and needed to rest, so I sent everyone away .”

Yuan Qinghang clapped his hands: "Yes! Just say that I am seriously injured, and I am not suitable for seeing guests."

"Let's talk. By the way, my mother said, since we have already obtained the quota for the Ten Thousand Blade Tomb, and you have snatched two awards from the Grand Competition, you should hurry up and leave tomorrow."

Yuan Qinghang was stunned: "What, let's go now?"

Li Qinghong glanced at him: "Why, is there anything you miss about Brother Young Master?"

Seeing Yuan Qinghang dazed in a daze, he said softly again: "My mother said, these two big events are more prominent than you, and they are too eye-catching. If you don't leave, it will be terrible if you reveal your secrets."

Yuan Qinghang was silent for a while, and finally smiled: "Aunt Hong is right in thinking, and it is serious to run away quickly."

A month later, the Ten Thousand Blade Tomb was opened, and all the selected young disciples entered together to search for the Divine Weapon, and it was true that they did not have to stay in the Sky Sect all the time.

It's just... three days later, the Sword Sect Grand Competition will be held. That person must be dazzling and a blockbuster in the competition, right?

Alas, he is the leading actor, so he will naturally become famous all over the world on such an important occasion. What does it matter if you watch it or not?

It's good to leave, I wanted to avoid him at a distance, so as not to be twisted in two by some fate's gear in the end, and rotted into mud.

...In the dead of night, Li Qinghong fell asleep peacefully on the bed next door.

I don't know if it's because of the dull pain from the shoulder injury, or something in his heart, but Yuan Qinghang tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

That person spoke up for himself in the Scarlet Cloud Palace today, but now that he thinks about it, he hasn't said a word of thanks to him yet.

No matter how much you try to avoid him, it's really impolite to leave without making a sound, right?

……

The bracelet on the wrist exuded warm spiritual power, and matched with the gently beating pulse, as if it was always connected to the heartbeat.

He twisted it lightly, and the bracelet that was originally tightly stitched was split into two halves.

The two pairs of bracelets inside were exposed.

Two identical orbs vibrated faintly, hanging in the middle of their respective bracelets, faintly attracting each other, describing their intimacy.

He looked at the pair of bracelets restlessly, and slowly closed them again.

There was silence all around, he probed to listen, then got up quietly.

The moonlight outside is cold, and the wild insects in the deep mountains are accompanied by the clear and shallow mountain wind, chirping.

This is the elegant house where the guests live, and the residence of the Cang Qiong Sect is on the main mountain peak, not far from here.

He sneaked silently, followed the memory of going to the Chixia Temple during the day, and after a while, he touched the location of the Cangqiong Sect.

There are many towering peaks, and the largest main peak is called "Thousand Mountain". There are palaces of different sizes on it, some are residences, some are conference halls, and some are training places.

Yuan Qinghang walked around in the night, and finally found the residence of the disciples of the Cangqiong Sect in the back mountain.

In the dead of night, everyone was quiet, only occasionally a young disciple on patrol passing by.

Yuan Qinghang quietly followed a person, and suddenly made a move, restraining him with a fixed body talisman.

"Where do you fellow Ningduo live? Tell me quickly, or I'll kill you if you don't." He hid behind his back and said grimly.

The little disciple had never seen such a battle before, and with a trembling voice hurriedly, he pointed with his hand: "That... that small independent courtyard."

"He lives alone?"

"No...Senior Brother Shang lives in the east, and Senior Brother Ning lives in the west. They have always lived together."

Yuan Qinghang raised his hand in satisfaction, and a light smoke floated from between his fingers: "Then you sleep for a while, and wake up tomorrow morning."

The little disciple's mind sank, and he fell down in a daze.

Yuan Qinghang dragged him to the tall grass next to him, set up a small shielding array, and then ran to the small courtyard pointed by the little disciple.

The lights in the east wing were dark, Shang Lang must have fallen asleep.But in the west wing, there was a faint halo on the window, which was actually lit.

On the pale yellow window screen with dark patterns, there was a quiet face reflected, with straight nose and perfect profile. Although it was just a black silhouette, Yuan Qinghang could already tell at a glance that it was Ning Duo.

Yuan Qinghang hesitated for a moment, and jumped onto a willow tree at the gate of the courtyard.

Now suddenly knock on the door and go in, say thank you, and see you later? ...But it's too weird!

Will a young master of the Demon Sect be suspected of having ulterior motives if he comes to harass her so frequently and late at night?

He leaned against the willow branches in distress, scratching his ears and cheeks.

After a while, he took out a piece of blank talisman paper, and took out a seawater gold bead from the storage bag, ground it into a fine powder, dipped the handle of a white jade fan, and began to write on the talisman paper.

"In the Yin Gathering Formation, I am grateful for your rescue; Lord Chixia, thank you for your kind words."

"Three days from the Sword Sect Grand Competition, it's a pity that I can't see it with my own eyes, but I hope that your brother's name will be famous all over the world. In one month's time, I will see you in front of the Wanren Tomb."

After finishing writing, he stared at the last sentence, and suddenly grabbed the talisman paper again, the whole talisman paper shattered into pieces of butterflies, and the gold powder sprinkled dots of fluorescent light in the air, and scattered under the tree.

Ahhh, something is not good.It seems to be a solemn agreement.

He took out another talisman paper and copied it again, only changing the last sentence to "See you in the Tomb of Thousand Blades".

He blew gently to blow off the excess gold powder on the talisman paper.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the candlelight in that wing room flickered and went out.The room became dark.

Immediately afterwards, the closed wing door slammed softly.

Under the melting moonlight, a handsome and quiet face appeared in front of the door. It was Ning Duo who walked out of the door, wearing a fluttering white dress and carrying a long sword.

Yuan Qinghang swayed, almost fell from the tree, and hurriedly held his breath.

It's so late, where are you going with such a neat dress?

Ning Zuoqian walked out of the small courtyard and walked along the cobblestone path outside to the distance alone.

Yuan Qinghang was stunned on the tree for a while, then jumped down from the tree in a strange way, and stayed behind far away.

Ning Duo in front seemed to be walking in a leisurely manner, but actually he was extremely fast. After a while, he deviated from his residence, and the place he went was getting more and more remote.

The shadows of the trees around me whirled, and the bright moon was in the sky.

The surrounding scenery is shrouded in the hazy moonlight, and the white clothes in front are extremely obvious in the black color, like a solitary boat, sailing lightly in the layers of forest.

Ning Duo kept walking, and finally reached a remote hillside.

At this moment, he stopped, turned around suddenly, and glanced behind him.

Yuan Qinghang flickered and hid behind a big tree, his heart pounding.

Oh, it was originally the Demon Sect, but now it's so sneaky, it's really hard to tell if it was discovered!

Fortunately, Ning Duo seemed to be just being cautious. After taking a look, he turned around and continued to move forward.

After passing through a dense forest, the front suddenly opened up, showing a flat land.

Yuan Qinghang was excited all over.

A gust of Yin Qi rushed towards the face, and on the vast flat ground, there was actually a densely packed cemetery.

Surrounded by auspicious evergreen pines and cypresses, the tombstones in the middle are neat and endless, and they are bluish white under the cold moonlight. It seems that there is an inexplicable strangeness and desolation.

Yuan Qinghang finally realized - this is the cemetery group of previous disciples of the Cangqiong Sect!

But what is Ning Duo doing here?

If you want to pay homage to the dead, you shouldn't choose to come late at night, and you shouldn't be afraid of bumping into evil spirits.

Ahead, Ning Duo stepped into the tomb group.

His slender figure was as straight as a bamboo, his white clothes fluttered, and he walked gracefully among the silent tombstones, without any fear or hesitation at all.

And his face kept turning sideways, as if he was looking for and identifying something.

Yuan Qinghang bowed his back, quickly followed, and walked to the depths of the forest of steles little by little.

The tombstones in front are getting more and more exquisite and taller. It seems that the buried dead are more famous and have a higher status during their lifetime.

Bypassing a group of tombstones, a huge tree suddenly appeared in front of it, standing alone in a forest of tombstones, which was particularly strange and abrupt.

In the night, the shape of the tree was blurred, but it was obviously not the green pines and cypresses that are common in cemeteries. It could only be discerned that there were countless white flowers hidden in the dark green crown, like stars.

But the yin energy in this vicinity is thicker than all the places I just passed, and it seems to seep into the bones of people.

And Ning Duo's figure suddenly disappeared at this moment!

Looking at the empty forest of steles and the gloomy big tree, Yuan Qinghang gritted his teeth, pressed his fingers on the handle of the white jade fan, slowly emerged, and walked under the tree.

The huge canopy swayed gently with the mountain wind, but there was no sound of rustling leaves. Yuan Qinghang walked near the big tree and realized something was wrong.

Under the tree with a radius of several zhang, there is actually an invisible formation that covers the whole tree, no wonder it can isolate the sound of the leaves.

He stretched out one finger, and drew a well on the invisible barrier in front of him, a talisman hit the center of the well, and then stepped in.

The moment he entered the battle, the overwhelming fragrance hit his face, and Yuan Qinghang was slightly dazzled by the strange fragrance.

Sophora japonica fragrance.

This is a locust tree!

The locust tree belongs to shade, so it shouldn't be planted around the cemetery at all, so how can it grow here in a grand manner?

Just when he was terrified, a flash of light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and a bright sword light wrapped in boundless fragrance stabbed down from the tree crown above his head!