Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

It seemed that it only took a moment for the sword intent to go from being silent to killing intent soaring and covering his whole body!

Yuan Qinghang's hair stood on end all over his body, and the white jade and black gold fan opened abruptly, blocking the sword point that was attacking directly above his head. He twisted his body and fell backwards.

The sword light was blocked by Wujin's fan, and there was a clear whistle, but it suddenly stopped, changed its direction abruptly, rubbed Yuan Qinghang's cheek and pierced into the huge tree trunk, trembling slightly.

Numerous dots of white Sophora japonica flowers, accompanied by a figure in white, descended lightly together, laying out a silent picture in the night.

Ning Duo's extremely handsome face was full of astonishment, reflecting the light moonlight sprinkled among the leaves: "Is that you?"

Yuan Qinghang was forced by the sword intent to stand beside the tree trunk, not daring to move a little. After a while, he took a step back slowly, swung his neck, and dodged his sword.

"Hey...good evening."

Ning Duo stared at him quietly, his expression changed: "What are you doing here?"

Yuan Qinghang touched his nose, honestly took out the talisman paper, and handed it over.

"Come to say goodbye. I just saw you acting strangely, and my mind twitched, so I followed." He said sincerely, "I was wrong, and I apologize."

Ning Duo took the talisman paper, glanced at it quietly, folded it into a small square, and put it in his sleeve.

"Are you going to leave tomorrow?" He whispered, "You are injured, why don't you stay for a few more days."

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "Master insists on leaving, so it's not easy to object."

Ning Duo silently glanced at him, hesitant to speak.

The two were relatively speechless. Finally, Yuan Qinghang said, "If you have something to do, why don't you continue? I finished delivering the letter, so I'm leaving now."

Ning Duo lowered his eyes, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and said, "Aren't you curious about what I'm doing?"

Yuan Qinghang's eyes lit up: "Curiosity, why am I here if you're not curious? Can I ask, then ask me, what the hell is Ning Xiaoxian doing at night?"

Ning Duo stared at his beaming face, and there seemed to be a slight sense of relaxation on his stern face.

He turned sideways, raised his arm lightly, and pointed behind the locust tree: "I want to come here to have a look."

Yuan Qinghang walked over and looked behind the tree.

A separate cemetery.

The soft moonlight shone on the pale stele, clearly showing a line of inscription: "The tomb of Zheng Tao, No. 14 Jindan monk of the Sky Sect."

Ning Duo stood beside him with a solemn expression: "I asked the person in the door and confirmed one thing."

Yuan Qinghang turned his head: "What?"

Ning Duo said slowly: "In the past 20 years, there are only two Jindan stage monks who died in our sect."

Yuan Qinghang's heart was shocked, and he understood most of it.

He looked around the forest of tombstones: "They are all buried here?"

Ning Duo looked a little sad: "One is Immortal Ning Wanfeng, and his remains are missing. The other is Immortal Ning's younger brother, who was buried in the cemetery of our sect."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "Is this Zheng Tao?"

Ning Duo nodded.

Yuan Qinghang sighed, and said sincerely: "You suspect that the startled corpse is him, why?"

This suspicion makes no sense.

First of all, the startled corpse could be a wandering cultivator; in addition, the startled corpse had a lot of resentment, and the cause of death was strange. Ning Duo, as a disciple of the Cangqiong sect, really suspected what he was doing?

Ning Duo hesitated for a moment, and said, "I am familiar with that move of shocking corpses."

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback, and almost blurted out "I'll go" - the moves are familiar, except that they are the moves of the Sky Sect, there is no other meaning, right?

Ning Duo looked into his eyes and said, "Besides, Zheng Tao is the younger brother of Immortal Ning Wanfeng, and he died at his hands."

Yuan Qinghang's heart was full of shocking waves, and the memories of Ning Wanfeng that he had heard before all came back to his mind.

"Ning Wanfeng killed this Junior Brother Zheng?"

Ning Duo's handsome face was glowing like jade under the moonlight, and he was unparalleled: "They said that in order to seize the position of the next generation's master, Ning Xianjun used a gu to assassinate Master's beloved son Shang Wuji, that is, Shang Lang. father."

Yuan Qinghang let out an "oh" and asked in confusion, "Then why did you kill Zheng Tao again?"

"Zheng Tao is the junior brother of the two of them, and he was already a Jindan cultivator back then. It is said that he broke through the scene where Ning Xianjun made a Gu, and was cruelly silenced by him."

Yuan Qinghang gasped.

If this is the case, then he really died unexpectedly at the hands of an acquaintance, which is completely consistent with the cause of death of this shocking corpse.

He said cautiously: "Then Ning Wanfeng cut off his tongue and nose, ruined his face, and wanted to hide his body?"

Ning Duo's face became paler: "No. Zheng Xianjun's body was not treated like this, it was buried normally."

Yuan Qinghang suddenly understood: "So you have doubts and want to take a look."

If Zheng Tao's body is still here, then the dead body is someone else.

But if the tomb is empty, then the identity of the startled corpse can be almost locked.

Ning Duo glanced at him.

The two of them shared the same mind, held the hilt of the sword and the white jade fan at the same time, looked around the tombstone, and their expressions changed.

The soil beside the tombstone was dry and wet, and several tiny cracks meandered on the ground.

And behind the tombstone, a bloody handprint that was about to dry up was imprinted on the inconspicuous stone steps!

Yuan Qinghang looked at Ning Duo: "It looks like it hasn't been moved."

Ning Duo's face was serious, the knuckles of the fingers holding the hilt of the sword were slightly white.

Yuan Qinghang sighed softly: "But this does not prove that the corpse is really not inside."

Unless the grave is dug and the coffin opened.

But Ning Duo is a disciple of his sect, if the corpse is still inside, this act of disturbing the remains would be too rebellious and appalling.

Yuan Qinghang did not urge him, his eyes fell on the locust tree next to him, and he suddenly said, "Who planted this locust tree?"

Ning Duo was stunned: "There is someone who takes care of the cemetery, it seems that it has been there a long time ago."

Yuan Qinghang walked under the tree, took a closer look at the trunk, turned to Ning Duo and said, "Please cut a piece of the trunk, just one foot deep."

Ning Duo didn't ask any more questions, the sword in his hand flashed brightly, the sword went back and forth, and the tip of the sword brought back a piece of sawdust.

Yuan Qinghang picked it up and took a closer look: "Hey, it's interesting."

Ning Duo asked, "What?"

"According to the annual rings, the tree is only seven or eight years old. But its trunk looks thick and thin, but it seems to have grown for more than ten years."

Ning Duo frowned, looked up at the unusually luxuriant pagoda tree on the big tree, and said for a while, "Someone purposely planted the Great Yin Tree near Master Zheng's grave, and also used the method of promoting growth?"

Yuan Qinghang clapped his palms and smiled, "Xiao Xianjun Ning is really smart."

The locust tree grows fast, and the root system tends to grow luxuriantly and penetrate deep into the ground, causing the coffin in the soil to be pushed.

From the point of view of feng shui, it is easy to disturb the dead, and it is more likely to cause corpses to change. It is not a suitable tree species to be planted near the grave.

Not only that, but some people disliked its slow growth and deliberately used the secret technique of promoting growth. As a result, even in this non-blossoming season, the trees were full of flowers and full of gloom. They were simply afraid that Zheng Tao's corpse would live too comfortably , refused to come out the same!

Yuan Qinghang pondered for a while: "Tomorrow, you can ask the person who manages the cemetery. Anyone who can order trees to be planted here will never be a cat or a dog."

Ning Duo nodded slightly: "Okay."

"Then what should we do now? Go back?" Yuan Qinghang asked.

Ning Duo stared at the tombstone, silent and not moving.

Yuan Qinghang sighed, waved to him, and led him to a tombstone next door.

The tombstone is the tomb of another elderly monk. Yuan Qinghang bowed his body and said, "It's a moment of shock, don't blame it."

He took out the newly obtained Yuxie Zhi brake disc from his arms, pressed his backhand on the ground, and muttered: "Exploring the Yin and looking for corpses, without missing anything!"

After a while, the silver pointer on the compass began to spin rapidly, faster and faster!

Yuan Qinghang took it off the ground, and immediately, the pointer of the compass stopped slowly and stopped turning.

Yuan Qinghang did the same thing again, placing the compass in front of several nearby tombs one by one. Without exception, the pointers were all spinning non-stop, looking eager to ask for credit.

Yuan Qinghang said: "Did you see that there are real corpses under these tombs, so the brake disc will warn you."

He turned around and came to Zheng Tao's tombstone, leaned down again, and pressed Yan Xie Zhisha heavily to the ground with one hand: "Exploring the Yin to find the corpse, without missing anything!"

Under the nervous gaze of the two, the pointer seemed to be dead, motionless!

Ning Duo narrowed his eyes, stared at the compass, and said in a low voice, "Master Zheng's remains are not there?"

Yuanqing Hang raised his eyebrows: "Unless the compass jointly made by these masters of Shuzong is broken."

Ning Duo stood still.

The next moment, he raised the sword in his hand, lightly and silently, but thunderously, and slashed at the stone beside the tombstone.

The whole stone tablet flew up intact and fell to the side.

The soil under the stele flew up one after another, and a deep pit was shaken out by the sword intent, revealing a pitch-black coffin at the bottom of the pit.

There was a slight crack in the coffin lid, and it was silent, as if it had opened a malicious eye of the underworld, staring closely at the two teenagers by the pit.

Yuan Qinghang was about to step forward, but Ning Duo gently stopped him: "I'll come."

Yuan Qinghang said with a smile: "I don't need a good reputation, so let me do it."

After all, it is the cemetery of the ancestors of the Cangqiong Sect. Even if there are no remains in it, it is not appropriate to disturb the coffin.

Ning Duo glanced at him lightly, with a gentle expression, but shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

The next moment, he thrust out the sword in his hand, shallowly inserted it into the coffin, and pried it open from the gap.

For some reason, Yuan Qinghang's heart suddenly rang alarm bells, although he could not feel any breath of death.

The moment Ning Duo lifted the lid of the coffin, he stretched out his arms and grabbed Ning Duo: "Let's go!"

With this sound, the coffin in front of them suddenly exploded with a blast of flames, and scorching heat waves rushed towards their faces!

Yuan Qinghang watched the flame suddenly explode, and before he could think about it, he pounced hard, hugged Ning Duo in front of him, and leaped far away.

The heat wave behind them followed like a shadow, sticking to their backs, rushing towards them, and rushed the two people in the air several feet away.

Yuan Qinghang turned his back outwards, lowered his head, and saw the jade-like face under him, and thought inexplicably in his heart: If this face is burned, what should I do?

Suddenly, he opened his arms, tightly blocked the head and face of the people under him, and fell to the ground together.

The explosion behind stopped, and the flames were burning not far away.Ning Duo was lying on the ground, looking up at him without blinking his bright eyes.

A few snow-white Sophora japonica flowers fell leisurely, and landed on the bodies of the two of them. For a while, Yuan Qinghang could only smell an elegant and delicate fragrance, but he couldn't tell whether it was the sweetness of Sophora japonica flowers or the fragrance from under his body. Ning Duo.

After a long while, Yuan Qinghang got up blushing, and rolled on the side a few times embarrassingly, putting out the embers of fire on his back.

Ning Duo also stood up, stretched out his hand and turned around his body, looking at the scorched and torn clothes on his back: "What are you doing?"

Yuan Qinghang turned his head to look at his back, only then felt a burning pain, and quickly took out the wound medicine: "Come on, help me sprinkle some more."

Ning Duo stood behind him, his voice seemed a little hoarse: "This medicine...does it hurt?"

Yuan Qinghang urged: "If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid it will be too late."

Ning Duo choked for breath: "What?!"

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "If you don't apply the medicine, this small wound will heal by itself, isn't it too late?"

Ning Duo's face was serious, and he gave him a faint look with his eyes like autumn water, before helping him to prescribe the medicine.

The two turned back and squatted together in front of the deep pit.

The original coffin had been blown to pieces, and there were still bright yellow flames at the bottom of the pit, mixed with black flames, burning sporadically.

In the scorched earth, there are scattered dead bones like charcoal sticks, and beside them are countless white Sophora japonica flowers that have been shaken down, which is very strange and sad.

Yuan Qinghang carefully picked up one: "Tsk tsk."

After being fired like this, the bone age and cultivation level before death can no longer be distinguished.In this way, it is okay to say that these scattered charred bones are Zheng Tao.

Ning Duo swiped his palm, knocked out all the strange fires at the bottom of the pit, and jumped down.

After a while, he jumped out again, holding something in his hand.

Yuan Qinghang took it over and looked at it, it was a tattered box.

The texture is extremely hard, but now it has been fried to the point of curling and deforming.

He lowered his head and smelled it, and there was a strange scent of sulfur and a strange smell of corpses.

Ning Duo frowned: "Since there are bones, why didn't they detect them before?"

Yuan Qinghang stared at the corner of the box, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "This box is blessed with a space formation!"

He clicked on a strange rune on the fragment of the box: "The bones are sealed inside, so they can't be detected. It's just to lead people to open the coffin to confirm."

The space was originally large enough to hold a corpse.After the blessing of the miniature array, the volume is compressed to the extreme.The overbearing gunpowder and organs were placed in the box at the same time.

Once the coffin lid is opened, it will trigger the mechanism and detonate the box. The power brought by the instantaneous explosion of the extremely small compressed air is comparable to that of a bomb.

The person who set up this plan obviously wanted to put the person who opened the coffin to death!

Ning Duo looked solemn, obviously thinking of this too.

Yuan Qinghang lazily stood up and threw away the broken box in his hand: "What are you going to do?"

Ning Duo pondered, "This corpse is badly damaged, and it's impossible to prove who it is."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "Yes, the main reason is that it is impossible to prove who is the startled corpse who ran away and murdered."

The two looked at each other, their hearts were vaguely clear.

Putting such a blown-up dry bone here, it can be said that this is Zheng Tao.

Now that Zheng Tao was there, the identity of the startled corpse became a mystery again.

The most important thing is, who predicted that there would be suspicion, and deliberately set up such a vicious killing scheme?

So urgent, yet so timely!

Yuan Qinghang looked around the dark cemetery, and suddenly said: "Such a big place where the ancestors are buried, no one lives nearby, and they are on duty at night?"

This shocking explosion sound, even if he slept soundly, he would probably wake up with a start.

But now not only did no one come to look at it, the surrounding area was even more dead silent, and no one showed up at all.

Ning Duo frowned, and said in a deep voice, "There is someone on duty at the cemetery. I came here a long time ago. I remember it was an older outer disciple."

Yuan Qinghang suddenly said: "Let's go!"

The two were in a hurry, and Ning Duo led the way. Soon, they bypassed the group of tombstones, and a hut appeared in front of them.

There was no light and no sound in the room.

Holding their breath, the two quietly approached the hut, but before they got close, their hearts were half cold.

The faint smell of blood was like a thread, and it had already floated to the nose along with the cool wind.

Sure enough, he kicked open the door and turned on the fire, and there was a dead body lying on the ground in the room, his eyes were wide open in horror, the blood on the neck had solidified, and he was killed with a sword.

Judging by his age, he was exactly the senior disciple Ning Duo had mentioned who managed the cemetery for a long time.

Yuan Qinghang stretched out his hand to close the corpse's eyes, and sighed softly: "This time, I don't even know who ordered the planting of locust trees."

Ning Duo was expressionless, but there was endless coldness in his eyes.

Yuan Qinghang glanced at him: "Don't feel guilty, it's none of your business. Whether you find it tonight or not, this person will definitely die."

……

The two walked out of the house side by side and walked back in silence.

The way back was the same as when we came here, with luxuriant grass and chirping insects, but the hearts of both of them were much more complicated than before.

Yuan Qinghang turned his head and looked at him: "What are you going to do?"

Ning Duo was silent for a while: "Tomorrow morning, go and report to Master."

Yuan Qinghang nodded.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. If you find out anything in the end, remember to tell me next time we meet." He smiled.

Ning Duo said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Yuan Qinghang looked up at the sinking moon in the forest above his head: "It's almost dawn. Are you sleepy?"

Ning Duo remained silent and raised his eyes after a long while, eyes like black pools looking at his face.

"Your face is broken." He said suddenly.

Yuan Qinghang was stunned, and suddenly came to his senses, reached out and touched his face: "Ah!"

His face felt bumpy and criss-crossed. It should have been cut by Ning Duo's sword qi, but he didn't notice that the mask was made of soft rubber, and the back was hit by a heat wave. It probably melted badly now.

Ning Duo hesitated for a moment, then said softly: "Next time we meet, I may not recognize you."

Yuan Qinghang made a grimace: "Don't look at it. I was bitten by poisonous insects later, and my whole face was rotten. If you saw my real face, you would definitely be shocked."

It's good if you don't recognize him. Wear a mask at any time in the future, maybe you can avoid this male lead!

Ning Duo glanced at him lightly: "...you're lying to me again."

Seeing his vaguely complaining expression, Yuan Qinghang suddenly had an impulse, and tore off the tattered mask on his face, proudly: "All right, all right, just look at it!"

A high-spirited, handsome and delicate face was revealed, eyes as bright as obsidian looked forward, and there was a slight smile at the corner of the mouth, agile and unrestrained.

The moonlight is fading, and the faint glow of the sky is gradually rising. The light moonlight reflects the golden ring in his hair. For a moment, he can't tell whether the silver moonlight is more charming, or the faint golden light is more dazzling.

Ning Duo looked at him quietly for a long while before turning his eyes away.

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "How is it, does it look like when I was a child?"

Ning Duo whispered, "It's changed."

After a long while, he added another sentence: "But if you don't wear a mask, you can still recognize it at a glance."

Yuan Qinghang laughed loudly, suddenly remembered something again, and asked curiously: "By the way, how did you recognize me? Is there any flaw in my disguise?"

Ning Duo didn't answer, just walked forward with his head sullen.

Yuan Qinghang thought about it, and suddenly realized: "Ah, I know! Brother Hong still looks a lot like when he was a child. You recognize him, and then think of me?"

Ning Duo said indifferently: "Who will remember him."

Yuan Qinghang was puzzled: "Then why?"

Ning Duo stopped and said, "There's something I've always wanted to ask you."

"what?"

Ning Duo stared into his eyes, focused and calm: "I didn't know my name before. I only used this name after I changed my vote to the Sky Sect."

Yuan Qinghang said "Oh": "So what?"

Ning Duo asked word by word, "But when you saw me when you were young, you already asked me if there was anyone named Ning Duo."

His eyes were like lightning, and he continued: "Even when you first met Shang Lang, you asked him if his name was Ning Duo?"

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback, and secretly cried out in his heart.

Forgot about it!

His thoughts turned sharply, and his face remained calm: "Haha, is there such a thing? It's too far away, I can't remember. It must be that our Demon Sect is good at inquiring about information, knowing that there is a young genius in the Immortal Sect, and in my ears I mentioned it, I am not convinced, so I will remember it.”

Ning Duo stared at him, feeling a little dazed. After a while, he murmured: "I see, it must be...he mentioned it before."

Yuan Qinghang held his breath: "Who is he and what did he mention?"

Ning Duo's handsome face was slightly sad, but his long eyelashes drooped lightly, and he remained silent.

After sweeping towards his wrist for a while, he suddenly asked, "Where's the bracelet?"

Yuan Qinghang flicked his wrist, showing the bracelet that merged into one and changed its appearance greatly: "I'm wearing this now."

Ning Duo quietly looked at the strange bracelet, turned his eyes away for a while, and walked forward quickly by himself.For some reason, his complexion seemed much uglier.

Yuan Qinghang's heart moved, and he quickly ran a few steps, playing with great enthusiasm: "The one you gave me, I kept it at home for fear of losing it, so I didn't bring it out."

Ning took away faster.

Yuan Qinghang chased him with a smile: "Why, you are not happy if you don't wear it close to your body?"

Ning Duo said indifferently: "It's not something valuable, it's nothing special to throw it away."

Yuan Qinghang was about to split the bracelet into two to show him, but for some reason, he felt a little dazed again.

Forget it, if you show affection like this, I'm afraid that when you draw your sword and meet each other in the future, you will feel even more unbearable.

After this hesitation, the two of them had already arrived in front of the courtyard where Ning Duo lived.

The dawn light appeared in the sky, Yuan Qinghang stood under the willow tree in front of the door, and waved at him: "Go to sleep for an hour before dawn."

Ning Duoxiu lowered his eyebrows: "I can't sleep."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "Yes."

No matter who goes through this strange night, it is impossible to fall asleep peacefully again.

Both of them stood still, Ning Duo suddenly said, "I have new tea in my room, and it was brought by Mr. Mu. Would you like a drink?"

Yuan Qinghang's eyes lit up: "Drink! You're so sleepy, it's best to drink tea!"

In the small courtyard, there is a small bluestone desk and two wicker chairs.There is a newly built small red stove next to it, and the underground spring water from the deep well next to it sits on it.

After a while, the well water began to steam, and Ning Duo opened the canister of painted green and black tea leaves, and used a teaspoon to take a pinch of pine-needle-like young shoots, the tops of which were white and fine.

Holding the pot with one hand, he waited for the boiling water to cool down a little before putting the tea in. After a while, he poured it into the justice cup, and carefully divided two cups.

Yuan Qinghang raised a cup, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it lightly, his brows and eyes widened immediately: "The things from the Mu family are really good."

Ning Duo glanced at him, and gently pushed the tea pot at hand over: "For you."

Yuan Qinghang was also polite, and accepted it with a smile: "Thank you, I'll take it back for Brother Hong to taste."

Ning Duo's face froze, and suddenly he took the tea pot back, lowered his eyes and said, "Forget it, I don't have many here."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him in astonishment, and suddenly laughed wildly: "Xiao Xianjun Ning, you are really...really!"

This small-minded person is really only as big as the tip of a needle, he is simply a cheapskate who is even more awkward than Li Qinghong!