Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

One of the rich gifts that Yi Baiyi sent that day, there are ten flowers in total.

Tianshan snow lotus is generally pure white in color. This kind of red stamen is extremely rare. It can cool and calm the mind, but the stamen is hot in nature and can generate essence and nourish blood.

As for the most precious and rare one, it has white petals and black stamens, also known as "black and white impermanence lotus", it is extremely rare, and ordinary people can't find it at all.

He took out two snowdrops with red pistils, put them together to make twins with twin pedicles, sealed them with a miniature array, took a strip of macaroni, and wove a stretchable necklace, and made the sealed snowdrops into a necklace. It became a pendant and was worn around the neck of the little Gu Eagle.

"When you grow up and your neck becomes thicker, it will also stretch." Yuan Qinghang nodded the little guy's wet nose, "it's a birth gift. Usually wearing it can nourish qi and blood, and I was seriously injured." , Chew it up and swallow it, it can basically save your life.”

Li Hongling couldn't bear to look at the door, so she sneered, "I like the brat so much, I should hurry up and find a woman to have a baby."

Yuan Qinghang blushed and jumped up: "What's wrong with liking small animals, who said you like children?"

Li Qinghong said sourly on the side: "Brother Young Master is very popular with women, Chang Yuaner, Miss Chang, and Miss Tantai Yun, all of them have favor with him."

Yuan Qinghang turned pale with shock: "What's the matter with Miss Tantai again? She didn't even say a word to me!"

Li Qinghong retorted: "In the yin gathering formation, that Miss Tantai's eyes are always around you."

Yuan Qinghang couldn't help but laugh: "Is she looking at me? She is looking at my score, for fear that I will surpass her."

And he dared to guarantee that the number of times that Miss Tantai looked at him was definitely not as many as Yu Wenli.

Because Yu Wenli's score at that time was higher than his!

Li Qinghong said: "Anyway, we will see each other again in a few days, if Brother Young Master doesn't want to provoke people, then don't bother with them."

Yuan Qinghang said unceremoniously: "That won't work, I took the seawater gold beads from others, and I promised to take care of them."

Just as he was talking, a figure in the distance approached quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the front.

With a thin and slender figure and light and cold eyes, she is the right protector Ji Banxia of Mozong.

Yuan Qinghang rushed forward happily and shouted: "Uncle Ji!"

Li Qinghong also stood on the side in an orderly manner: "Guarda Ji is well."

Ji Banxia stopped, stood still, and glanced at them: "It's okay, the two of them crushed the Medicine Sect and the Shu Sect to shame. They didn't disgrace our Demon Sect."

Yuan Qinghang laughed: "It's all Aunt Hong and Uncle Ji who taught you well."

There was a trace of approval in Ji Banxia's eyes, and his face was still cold: "The main reason is that those bastards from the Xianmen are too stupid. Hehe, what Nantantai and Beiyuwen, combined, give us Mozong's shoes are not enough."

Yuan Qinghang said solemnly: "That is, I have a good master who is number one in the world, invincible in all directions, has beaten all the art sects, and is invincible."

Ji Banxia turned her head to look at Li Hongling: "I'm going to Wanren Tomb, I'll escort you."

Li Hongling's pretty face was icy cold: "What are you going to do, killing people and setting fires everywhere, I'm afraid no one in Xianzong will know you?"

Ji Banxia said slowly: "It's a rare opportunity for the two of them to go to Wanren Tomb, so don't make any mistakes before going in."

Li Hongling frowned: "What's the problem?"

Ji Banxia pondered for a while: "The Sky Sect has changed recently."

Yuan Qinghang's heart moved, and he quietly pricked up his ears.

Ji Banxia's face was heavy: "I heard that in the past two days, the old man Shang Yuan's soul lamp suddenly exploded in flames, indicating that his skill has skyrocketed, and it is very likely that he will be released soon."

Yuan Qinghang was startled: "Shang Yuan? Is it the original grand master of the Cangqiong Sect, Shang Lang's grandfather?"

Li Hongling's face was covered with frost, and she gritted her teeth: "It was also the person who led the Xianzong people to besiege our Demon Sect more than ten years ago, and the Yuan Sect Master died at their hands."

Ji Banxia also showed a hint of killing intent in his eyes: "He was seriously injured because of this, and he couldn't retreat after returning. I expected him to die, but I didn't expect this old man to survive."

Yuan Qinghang asked in a low voice: "Master, is there any other important matter for the Cangqiong Sect?"

Ji Banxia expressionless: "It's gone."

"Oh, there's no major event among the younger generation?" Yuan Qinghang was persuasive and persuasive.

Li Hongling said coldly: "You just want to ask, who is the winner of the last competition."

Ji Banxia glanced at him speechlessly: "That Ning Duo of the Cangqiong Sect is number one."

Yuan Qinghang let out a long sigh of relief: "Oh, it's amazing, it must be super handsome! How many times has he fought, who is his opponent? Also, what is the reward for the sword sect competition?"

Ji Banxia said coldly: "Who would inquire about these details. Come here, I have a list to tell you."

Under a big tree on the side of the hillside, with stone tables and chairs, Ji Banxia sat alone, looking down at her palm.

Holding a bottle of wine and a pair of wine utensils, Yuan Qinghang quietly walked behind him and looked around.

Oh, it's still the familiar little woodcarving. After a glimpse, it's still the same as it was many years ago, with a bright appearance and a slightly sad expression.

Ji Banxia turned her head and put the little things in her sleeves with a straight face.

Yuan Qinghang pretended not to see him, and enthusiastically poured the wine for him. The aroma of the wine wafted far from the two glasses of amber wine: "Uncle Ji, drink slowly."

Over the years, the old and the young have drank together like this, I don't know how many times, Yuan Qinghang drank less, Ji Banxia drank more, they are already familiar with the way.

Ji Banxia asked: "How does the fan work?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled openly: "It's very easy to use, Uncle Ji's tricks are amazing!"

Yuan Qinghang has a distasteful temper, he has never liked to use fixed weapons, and he doesn't like to practice the most common sword skills. Before coming out this time, Ji Banxia polished it by himself for half a year before making this white jade and black gold fan. There are countless institutions.

The fan bones and surfaces are all made of special materials. When closed, the fan bones are indestructible and can be used as weapons; the fan surfaces are as tough as a shield, and can be used for defense when opened.

On the fan pendant are a pair of positioning beads to ward off evil spirits, and the handle of the fan is blessed with a miniature magic circle, inside which is hidden a silver thread of a snow spider. Press the handle of the fan, and the silver thread will fly out instantly, making it impossible to guard against.

Ji Banxia said: "This time you enter the Wanren Tomb, you should look for it carefully. It has always been said that the Wanren Tomb is a relic left by an ancient power, and there are soldiers' souls left in the world."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "But after so many years, no one has found it? Have you said anything about it?"

Ji Banxia gave him a blank look: "It took so much effort to send the two of you in, but you have to search carefully, what if you encounter a great opportunity?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at the hillside in the distance, and suddenly asked with a smile: "Uncle Ji brought so many people, why are you here?"

Ji Banxia raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "You found out?"

Accompanying him was a large group of elite demon sect subordinates who stopped on the hillside and did not show up. Not only were they silent and their breath was weak, they were even separated by the entire hillside.

If it was him, his spiritual sense would not be able to explore so far, why did this kid feel it right away?

Like magic, Yuan Qinghang took out a napping little dream-making beast from the storage bag: "Depend on it."

Ji Banxia picked up the back of the little thing's neck: "Oh, no wonder."

This thing is not very useful. It usually likes to devour various emotions of the human race. It is particularly sensitive to popularity, and it can also warn the owner.

He suddenly remembered something, and poked his fingers over the little guy's brain: "From the Tantai family?"

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "During the Shuzong Grand Competition, I rescued them casually. Their family is very cruel in raising these things."

Ji Banxia sneered: "What you signed is a lifelong blood contract, but it doesn't matter whether the spirit beast is willing or not."

He took a sip slowly, and suddenly said: "People from the Tantai family, don't touch them."

Yuan Qinghang nodded quickly: "That's natural, different ways don't conspire with each other."

Ji Banxia pondered for a while: "Then what do you think of the Yuwen family?"

Yuan Qinghang said with a smile: "Master Yuwenhan is quite nice, he took the initiative to speak for me. As for Mr. Yuwen, he is a bit clever and cunning, but he doesn't hate it."

Ji Banxia stared at him with an indescribably weird expression: "Yu Wenhan... likes you?"

Yuan Qinghang had a laugh: "I am so harmless to humans and animals, how can anyone not like me."

Ji Banxia was stunned for a while: "Then do you like him?"

Yuan Qinghang was a little baffled: "Who? Mr. Yuwen? It's not bad, I think it's quite decent and kind."

Ji Banxia raised her head and drank the wine in the glass quickly and fiercely: "When you meet someone from Yuwen's family in the future, be kind and don't form a death feud."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him carefully: "Why?"

Ji Banxia's voice was vague: "No reason."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him with a frown, and suddenly thumped the table, saying, "No, Uncle Ji, you have something on your mind!"

Ji Banxia sat up suddenly, and said angrily: "It's not big or small, dare to pat the table with me?"

Yuan Qinghang laughed loudly, and quickly reached out to catch the jumping wine glass: "Uncle Ji, the grave is coming soon, do you have something to say, should you tell me?"

Ji Banxia said: "What do you want to know?"

Yuan Qinghang blinked: "I want to know about my uncle, such as the Pojin Jue. For example, how he was killed by Ning Wanfeng."

Over the years, one after another, he has also figured out some basic rules of this world.

Over the years, the aura of heaven and earth has gradually dried up, but the devil's energy has grown day by day. Gradually, some families with no hope of cultivating immortals had to find another way.

In the beginning, they just used magic energy to cultivate, but later many people found that this method was feasible, and finally formed various mental methods and inheritances.

Xianzong has a sect that respects spiritual power and advocates force, and Mozong also has a force system that relies on magic energy to exercise the body and consolidate cultivation;

Immortal sect has medicine sect for alchemy and pharmacy, and there are naturally some people in demon sect who study the use of poison to make Gu;

Among the immortal sects, there are Shuzong who are good at talisman formations and driving beasts to exorcise spirits. There are similar techniques in magic cultivators, which can drive dead spirits and evil things, and even kill people to refine living souls.

There is no balance between good and evil, and it has been like this since ancient times.

The conflict is becoming more and more intense. Some immortals accidentally kill ordinary demon cultivators, and some evil cultivators turn to brutally retaliate against the immortal sect. After such back and forth, it has long been difficult to distinguish which ones are unjust cases without head and which ones deserve their crimes.

In the past few hundred years, many demon cultivators have been brutally suppressed. For a while, they are like rats crossing the street, and everyone is in danger.

Until a magic repair wizard suddenly appeared in the contemporary era.

Yuan Qinghang's uncle, Yuan Zuoyi.

He was born with amazing aptitude, so he cultivated the magic pill. Before he was 30 years old, he improved his cultivation to a perfection comparable to that of Xianzong Jindan.

A young man with aspirations and a high level of cultivation, naturally his eyes are higher than the top, and his actions are even more evil and willful, and he can do whatever he wants. A demonic sword has beheaded monks from the immortal sect, and he has also killed his own people in the Demon Sect.

Over time, various sects of immortal sects regarded him as the number one evil sycophant.

But these are not the point.

The point is that Yuan Zuoyi did another earth-shattering event, which completely enraged the Immortal Sect of the Zhu Family, and finally led to a catastrophe.

Yuan Qinghang poured another glass of wine for Ji Banxia: "I know a little about Pojin Jue, but I don't know much. Why don't you tell me about it today?"

Ji Banxia pondered for a moment, and said: "Do you know that for nearly a thousand years, because of the lack of spiritual energy in the world, no one, regardless of immortals and demons, has been able to break through the Nascent Soul?"

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "Of course."

Ji Banxia said: "When Sect Master Yuan hit the highest level of the magic pill, he went into a rage, and the magic pill burst and almost died."

Yuan Qinghang exclaimed: "The result?"

"He is very talented, not only survived in the end, but also realized a set of peerless retrograde mentality because of this time."

Yuanqing Hang interface: "Broken gold formula?"

Ji Banxia said: "Yes. The reason why this mental method is called Pojin Jue. It means 'if you don't break, you can't stand. If you want to stand, break first'. Only by destroying the original cultivation base can it be possible to recondense the core and break through successfully. "

Yuan Qinghang looked dignified: "Is it sure to be successful?"

Ji Banxia shook her head: "If you are lucky, you will be able to reach a higher level. If you are unlucky, you will be completely useless after failure."

Yuan Qinghang was terrified: "Then why would anyone be willing to practice this!"

Ji Banxia sneered: "Okay, of course I dare not take such a big risk, but what if the golden core has been destroyed?"

Yuan Qinghang suddenly realized: just like Yuan Zuoyi went crazy, or was destroyed by the enemy, then this is indeed the last straw.

Ji Banxia said again: "Not only that, but what's even more weird is that apart from Yuan Zongzhu who practiced this broken gold formula by chance, no other magic cultivator has succeeded in it since then."

Yuan Qinghang murmured: "No wonder, it is called Pojin Jue."

Ji Banxia said indifferently: "Yes, it can only be the golden core that is broken, but after the golden core is destroyed, if you practice this retrograde mental method, you can only condense it into a magic core."

Yuan Qinghang pondered for a moment, and suddenly he was startled: "Then these Xianzong people, from now on, will be demon cultivators!"

Ji Banxia said: "That's natural. Anyone who wants to practice breaking the gold formula must swear allegiance to the Demon Sect and make a clean break with the past."

Yuan Qinghang pondered for a moment, smiled wryly and said: "Understood, this is the origin of the disaster."

Forcing people to bid farewell to their past identities and being cast aside by relatives and friends in the past, how can we guarantee that those people will not be half-hearted?

And their relatives and teachers, how could they not hate and hate them because of this?

The corners of Ji Banxia's eyes trembled slightly, and he said after a long while: "Couldn't Sect Master Yuan have thought of it? He just thinks he has a high level of cultivation and doesn't care about it. It's just that he didn't expect..."

Yuan Qinghang held his breath, and his heart skipped a beat.

Blood color flashed in Ji Banxia's pale brown eyes: "I never thought that the one who killed him was a shameless villain who was greedy for this golden formula."

Yuan Qinghang tentatively said: "Ning Wanfeng's golden pill was destroyed back then, so?..."

Ji Banxia said bitterly: "It's him! Our Yuan Sect Master not only taught him the Pojin Jue, but also regarded him as a close friend in his life. After he practiced the Pojin Jue, he really reached the highest level of the magic pill. But later, he Colluding with Xianzong, assisting them to encircle and suppress us, caused Sect Master Yuan to die tragically in the end."

Yuan Qinghang said cautiously: "Isn't it? Ning Wanfeng, who came to the west with a sword and has an amazing demeanor, is really such a person?"

Ji Banxia said coldly: "Why not? He is just treacherous and vicious."

For some reason, Yuan Qinghang always had a slightly weird feeling in his heart.

He thought for a while, and then asked: "Then, is there anyone still practicing Pojin Jue?"

Ji Banxia sneered: "It has been lost, because the Pojin Jue cannot be passed on privately."

"why?"

Ji Banxia said: "There are many people who covet the broken gold formula, but anyone who comes to ask the master Yuan to teach him must swallow the poisonous Gu given by him. Once he breaks his oath and spreads it in private, he will immediately be backlashed by the poisonous Gu. No life left."

Yuan Qinghang blinked: "So I can only remember it myself, but I can't pass it on to others."

Ji Banxia said: "Yes, the Yuan Sovereign is not dedicated to doing good deeds."

Yuan Qinghang secretly shook his head.

Using brutal coercion instead of willingness will not lead to any good results.

After a while, he suddenly asked: "Since my uncle has such high-sighted eyes and pride in his talents, how can ordinary people get into his eyes?"

Ji Banxia said: "What do you want to say?"

Yuan Qinghang rested his chin and said casually: "I only know that things of a kind flock together and people are divided into groups."

Ji Banxia was furious: "You yellow-mouthed kid, what nonsense!"

Yuan Qinghang quickly waved his hand: "I didn't say that my uncle is also a sinister villain. What I mean is that Ning Xianchang, there must be something heart-wrenching."

Ji Banxia became more and more annoyed: "Fart! That man named Ning just has a good skin, looks elegant and handsome, but in fact he has a human face and a beast's heart. The Yuan Sect Master has a pure heart, and he didn't notice it for a while."

Yuan Qinghang closed his mouth.

He thought for a while, then changed the subject with a smile: "Then let me ask one last thing?"

Ji Banxia said: "Say."

", As the young master of the Demon Sect, why—" Yuan Qinghang stared at him, and said word by word: "I am practicing the Xianzong Mind Method? Are you really going to explain it?"

Ji Banxia looked at him with complicated expressions in his eyes.

After a while, he picked up the wine glass, but didn't drink it right away: "The cultivation method that Li Hongling taught you since childhood is the authentic inheritance of the Immortal Sect."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "Brother Hong practiced the same as me."

Ji Banxia said indifferently: "Because Li Hongling was originally a member of the Xianzong."

He said it calmly, but it sounded like a thunderbolt to Yuan Qinghang's ears.

"Aunt Hong, she..." He stuttered and asked.

"Her natal family is a sect in the Medicine Sect." Ji Banxia said, "Because of an incident, she fell out with the people of Shennonggu, and her cultivation was destroyed in the end, but she happened to be rescued by our Sect Master Yuan."

Yuan Qinghang's heart suddenly moved, and he blurted out: "Then she practiced the Pojin Jue?"

"Yes. She was very lucky, she successfully recovered her cultivation, and since then she has joined the Demon Sect with all her heart."

Yuan Qinghang asked cautiously: "The enemy is the owner of Shennong Valley?"

Come to think of it, that unlucky student of Shennonggu had his mouth sealed with a poisonous needle by Li Hongling just because he said "Our valley master is sorry for you".

Ji Banxia nodded: "The current owner of Shennong Valley, Mu Anyang, is her fiancée whom she told a matchmaker from a young age and got engaged early."

Yuan Qinghang's ears almost stood up: "Wow!"

Fiancée, that is not married.Since he is not married, who is Li Qinghong's father?

For a while, all kinds of gossip conjectures turned in his mind, but Ji Banxia stopped talking, and after pondering for a while, he said: "The reason why you practice is the heart of Xianzong, it is only because of your His biological father is also a disciple of Xianzong."

Yuan Qinghang was so surprised that he almost knocked over the wine glass: "He was also destroyed, and he practiced the broken gold formula?"

Ji Banxia said indifferently: "Your father never practiced anything of the Demon Sect until his death. It was only because of the deep affection with your mother that he kept his name incognito and abandoned his original identity."

Yuan Qinghang listened in a daze: "Are my parents so loving?"

Ji Banxia nodded: "I have been in love until death."

Yuan Qinghang couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, and said for a long while: "Then who is my father?"

Ji Banxia looked far away: "Your father once said that if you die yesterday, you don't want to mention your past identity again."

He looked at Yuan Qinghang's slightly disappointed expression, and sighed: "He also said that after the child is born, there is no need to recognize the ancestor and return to the clan."

Yuan Qinghang was silent for a while, drank the glass of wine in his hand, and smiled smartly: "I grew up in the Demon Sect, and this is my home. People from my father's side have never raised me, let alone Knowing my existence and not interacting with each other is also very good."

The breeze was blowing, and the master and apprentice sat opposite each other, looking at the green hills and green trees in the distance.

Ji Banxia threw something casually: "Take it."

Yuan Qinghang stopped in the air and took a closer look: "Huh?"

A round ball with a black shell and a seal of divine consciousness.At first glance, it looks like a wax-shelled pill.

Ji Banxia said lightly: "You can take a look when you have time, and use it when it is critical."

The two were chatting and laughing under the tree, in the distance, Li Qinghong was standing by the small thatched hut, slowly grinding the poison powder in hand.

The peripheral vision from the corner of his eyes was firmly locked on that side, but there seemed to be a slight poison in the beautiful eyes, and there was a trace of unbearable resentment.

Li Hongling came out of the room, saw his expression, and frowned: "What are you doing? You were the one who refused to learn from Ji Hufa back then, and now you are the one who is envious and jealous?"

Li Qinghong's body trembled, and his voice was anxious: "Mother, I didn't! I am loyal to the young master brother, how can I be jealous and resentful..."

Li Hongling said coldly: "Just understand."

After a long while, she said again: "The young master is soft-hearted and stubborn. I'm afraid you won't be able to make the decision you should make. Of course, you must put his interests first in everything, but you don't have to be too foolish and loyal."

Li Qinghong lowered his eyebrows: "Then what should I do?"

"In the Wanren Tomb, you wait for your opportunity." Li Hongling's voice was soft, as if she was chatting, "Those outstanding disciples of the Immortal Sect should all be damned. If you see who doesn't like you, just kill them quietly. You don't need to tell the young master Master report."

Li Qinghong obediently said "Mmm", and finally there was a bit of cruel joy on Junxiu's face: "I have never liked that young master of the Mu family, can I kill him?"

Li Hongling turned around abruptly, staring at him closely: "Why do you only hate him?"

Li Qinghong lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eyes, with a cute expression: "Mother doesn't hate the Mu family the most? I want to help mother vent her anger."

Li Hongling was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled sweetly, as if with some pleasure: "It's fine if he doesn't mess with you. If you kill yourself, remember to give the body to Mu Anyang after killing."

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