Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

After the crowd, Shang Lang rushed forward: "It's okay, it's okay, there was something wrong just now, and everyone almost didn't come in. Now it's resolved, please rest assured!"

Ning Duo stepped forward slowly, standing not far from Yuan Qinghang, glanced at him vaguely.

Yuan Qinghang avoided him guiltily, turned to Li Qinghong and whispered: "Is there anything wrong?"

Just now Mu Anyang's spiritual power also penetrated into Li Qinghong's dantian, although he didn't show any pain, but no one knew how he felt.

Li Qinghong's eyes lit up, and he smiled at him: "I'm fine."

It seems that he is very happy.

Yu Wenli saw that everyone was here, and stood in front of him and said loudly: "Everyone, there are dangerous swords and soldiers everywhere in the Wanren Tomb, why don't we divide into several teams, march separately, and each find opportunities, what do you think?"

He has a gentle temperament and a noble status. When he said this, everyone naturally nodded their heads: "Mr. Yuwen is right, it's really outrageous to be crowded together in such a mess."

"Then how do we divide the teams?"

Yu Wenli smiled and said: "If there are too many people in each team, it will be difficult to coordinate orders; if there are too few, they will be afraid of insufficient strength when encountering danger. I see that they are divided into five teams, with 20 people in each team. What do you think?"

After a pause, he said in harmony: "Each team is equipped with ten disciples of the Sword Sect, who are responsible for armed attacks. They are also equipped with five disciples each of the Shu Sect and the Medicine Sect, who are respectively responsible for defense and treatment. In this way, when encountering major incidents, they can There are limits to advancing and retreating, and each performs its duties. Of course, if anyone has a better plan, he can also propose it, and everyone can discuss it together."

His voice is modest, his smile is gentle, and his words are clear. Everyone is quite convinced, and they all nodded: "This configuration is reasonable."

Yu Wenli bowed his hands to Ning Duo and Shang Lang again: "I don't know if the Sky Sect has any objections?"

Shang Lang nodded quickly: "No, Mr. Yuwen has a very good idea."

Ning Duo also nodded slightly and didn't say much.

But Yu Wenli didn't stop there, turned to Yuan Qinghang again, and said, "Where is Li Xiaoxianjun? Do you want to be with everyone?"

Before Yuan Qinghang could answer, he smiled again and said: "If there is any privacy inconvenience, it is also possible to act alone."

As if nothing happened, Yuan Qinghang opened the white jade and black gold fan with a "shua": "What did Mr. Yuwen say, our brothers and sisters have nothing to shame."

Tsk, this Mr. Yuwen is a bit too understanding.

This understatement seems to make people unable to find anything wrong, but it seems to mean something.

On the other side of the crowd far away, a disciple of Tantai's family rolled his eyes and whispered: "I really think I am an onion."

The two masters of Shuzong, Nan Tantai and Bei Yuwen, were originally evenly matched many years ago, and they were also evenly divided in terms of skill attainments, but in the past 20 years, the talents of the Yuwen family have withered, and they have long been unable to keep up with the prosperity of the Tantai family.

Among other things, Yu Wenhan, as the patriarch of a generation, had two sons who were born in exile. In the end, they both died inexplicably and did not end well.

First of all, the Yuwen family has a very respected eldest son named Yuwen Muyun. When he was young, he was unrivaled in the limelight and famous as a chivalrous man. The same name as Ning Wanfeng back then, he can be regarded as the leader of the previous generation of Xianzong.

But it was such a young fairy who was highly anticipated by the family, but in the end he disappeared inexplicably during an outing and did not return for many years.

After waiting for a long time, news of his death came out, but no one knew the cause of death and where he died.

As for the other son, he was not born of the same mother as his elder brother.

The first wife Yu Wenhan married when he was young, that is, Yuwen Muyun's biological mother, unfortunately died of a serious illness in his early years, leaving behind a young child, Yu Wenhan married his second wife and gave birth to a half-brother. younger brother.

This time, it is said that the son is also very talented, but his temperament is not upright.

Not only loves to linger in the flowers, but also keeps having romantic affairs outside, and even often haunts fireworks places in the world, which is quite unfavorable to the old man.

It is rumored that once he did not know what mistake he made, he was kicked out of the house after being furiously punished by Yu Wenhan, and he had been away for several years. Outside, even the bones have never been recovered.

Only one suicide note was left, saying that he had a child who was living outside, and the old man Yu Wenhan was in grief, so he had to rush to the world to find the only remaining grandson.

This is Yu Wenli.Who is the biological mother has always been a mystery.

It was rumored that his blood was unclear, but after all, he was the only surviving direct grandchild of the Yuwen family, and his aptitude was indeed outstanding, which made him deeply loved and respected by the family.

But the entire Yuwen family is just such a character who can support the wall, how can they compare with a pair of outstanding brothers and sisters from their Tantai family?

Besides, the Cangqiong faction didn't speak, so it's his turn to give orders!

Tan Taichao's face was slightly cold, he looked sideways at Yu Wenli, and snorted softly through his nose: "It's only people like him who want to learn these skills of being slick and hypocritical."

Tantai Yun frowned, glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "Brother, be careful in your words and deeds."

Tan Taichao said unhappily: "Where did I say something wrong, isn't he of unclear blood, and his identity is embarrassing? Sister, don't be fooled by this handsome face of this little boy."

Tantai Yun's ice-like face was blushing, she was ashamed and annoyed: "Brother, what are you talking about!"

Seeing that the girl was angry, Tan Taichao shut up resentfully.

Over there, Yu Wenli saw that no one objected, and continued to say in a gentle voice: "Then everyone can find familiar friends to form a team on their own, and if they find that the allocation is uneven later, we can discuss and adjust it."

The crowd immediately became lively. The teenagers who knew each other were busy looking for someone first. Although they said they were trying to be balanced, they obviously had their own circles. The more prominent the family, the more friends they were looking for were from the same class.

Yu Wenli looked at Ning Duo with a smile: "Ning Xianjun, if you don't dislike it, why don't our Yuwen Family join hands with your Cang Qiong Sect?"

Ning Duo nodded slightly: "Thanks to the great love, but it is disrespectful."

Shang Lang waved at Mu Jiarong: "Come here, Master Mu Gu has already entrusted me to take care of you inside."

The tall and thin elder brother hurriedly pulled Mu Jiarong, and ran over happily: "Wow, wow, Brother Shang will take care of you this way."

Mu Jiarong's face turned red, with a little embarrassment in his arrogance: "Who wants you to take care of it? Some people ask us to form a team."

Shang Lang laughed loudly: "Okay, who doesn't know that Mr. Mu of Shennong Valley has unparalleled medical skills, everyone dreams of it?"

Turning his head, he saw Li Qinghong and Yuan Qinghang, he hesitated for a moment, felt strange, and said bravely: "That...do you two want to come with us?"

Yuan Qinghang glanced at Ning Duo quietly, and when he raised his eyes, he met his quiet eyes and looked at him at the same time, and his heart trembled slightly.

He smiled mischievously, and quickly said: "No need, your Shuzong has the Yuwen Family, and the Medicine Sect has the Shennong Valley. Hahaha, let's balance it. I'll find another family to form a random team."

Li Qinghong's eyes turned around, and he smiled slightly: "Yes, there are too many people in your place."

They both turned their heads to look at the crowd, but after looking at them, many Jianzong disciples turned their eyes away and avoided them.

With the weird situation outside just now, coupled with the stern explanation given by the head of the Sky Sect, Ning, who can not have doubts?

Only the disciples of Medicine Sect and Shu Sect who came in first came in without knowing it, and they were still greeting warmly. Li Ji from Lingwu Hall squeezed forward: "Brother Li, let's go together? advance and retreat."

Lingxiao Palace is also one of the top sword sect sects. Usually, it is a bit like Shengyu He Shengliang with the sky sect. This time, it also won five or six places in the sword sect competition.

The young man in the lead is Chen Qiyou, the elder brother of the sect. He hesitated a little when he heard the words, but it was inconvenient to refuse on the spot, and he bowed his hands to Yuan Qinghang: "Li Xiaoxianjun has unparalleled medical skills and good skills. If you can join us, you are welcome to join us." It is flourishing."

Yuan Qinghang nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, let's go together."

As soon as the words fell, a white figure stood beside him.

It was Ning Duo who held the sword in one hand, did not look at him, but nodded politely to Chen Qiyou: "Brother Chen, is your team still short of people?"

Everyone: "..."

Under what circumstances, the proud son of the Cang Qiong Sect and No. 1 of the Sword Sect Dabi will join the team of the High Heaven Palace?

Yuan Qinghang suddenly slapped his head, and said sincerely to Li Ji: "Oh, I forgot! I have already promised Miss Chang that I will be on the same team with her. I will ask her what she means."

After finishing speaking, he walked away, rushed straight to Chang Yuan'er, and grabbed her hand: "Miss Chang, you are here, you are very good, and I will go with you!"

Chang Yuan'er was both surprised and delighted, the catkin was grabbed by him, her heart was thumping with shame: "Ah, good..."

Before they finished speaking, there was another person beside them.

Someone from the Cangqiong faction stood opposite them with a face as cold as ice and snow, with a cold expression: "Miss Chang, are there any people from the Sword Sect on your side?"

Everyone was dumbfounded and could hardly believe their eyes.

If you read correctly, is Ning Xianjun chasing this Li Qing around? !

Mu Jiarong looked at Shang Lang in surprise, and asked in a low voice, "What is your brother doing?"

Shang Lang looked weird, and it was hard to say that the master told them to stare at Yuan Qinghang, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "Aha!...they seem to be friends."

Mu Jiarong was taken aback for a moment: "Brother Ning also makes friends with people?"

Shang Lang sneered: "Yes? I saw them drinking tea together early in the morning. By the way, they drank the tea leaves you sent."

Beside, the disciples of several sword sects got together and quietly exchanged glances, someone lowered their voice: "Oh, there is a show to watch."

"how?"

"Master Ning of the Sky Sect hates these two people of unknown origin, but in the end he was severely beaten in the face and had to put them in the grave. How can he be reconciled?"

The voices of the people around him were also extremely low: "So what if you are not reconciled?"

"That's why I asked my disciples to keep an eye on it. I think Ning Xiaoxian listens to Master very much!"

A group of people suddenly realized: "Oh, no wonder he wants to stay with you!"

"These two people are also upset. Being followed by such a murderous god, do you think you will wake up from sleep?"

……

Yuan Qinghang stared at Ning Duo, let go of Chang Yuaner's hand, grabbed Ning Duo's sleeve with his backhand, dragged him aside, and called out in a low voice, "What do you want?"

Ning Duo stood up straight and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Yuan Qinghang looked sincere: "I'm just here to try to see if I can get a magic weapon. It's as simple as that, and so aboveboard."

Ning Duo said lightly: "It's such a coincidence, everyone is."

Everyone stretched their necks, poked their heads to look at them: "Oh, that Li Qing is not a face person, I think he is annoyed!"

"To be honest, Mr. Yuwen and Mr. Mu Gu have proved that there is no problem. The Sky Sect is still so aggressive in marking people, it is a bit domineering."

"Isn't it? If it were me, I would rather tear my face."

……

Yuan Qinghang stared at him: "Then each seeks his own opportunity, why are you following me?"

Ning Duo said: "The road is facing the sky, let's go together."

Yuan Qinghang: "...Are you crazy? Does your master know that you are like this?"

Ning Duo's expression remained unchanged: "He told me to keep an eye on you. It's hard to disobey a teacher's order, and I'm also very embarrassed."

Yuan Qinghang sighed angrily in his heart.

What are you talking about, you are obviously very good at obedience and disobedience, okay?

He suddenly raised his voice: "Then you are going to hold me tight?"

Ning Duo nodded and raised his voice slightly: "Indeed."

The people in the distance murmured in a low voice: "Wow, I really tore my face!"

"To be honest, although Ning Xiaoxian is superb in swordsmanship, but he is a master of medicine sect, if you really poison him, you may not be able to take advantage of it."

"This is nonsense. How dare they poison the geniuses of the Cangqiong Sect and form a death feud? The sect is weak, and if they are bullied, they can only bear it."

……

Since Ning Xianjun of the Cangqiong faction wanted to keep an eye on these two people, the entire Cangqiong faction had to follow.

The people in Shennong Valley have always been advancing and retreating with the Cangqiong faction, and Li Ji and the others will follow Yuan Qinghang, and Yuan Qinghang will also bring Miss Chang.

After dividing up and down, Shang Lang looked at the last group and scratched his head: "That's it?"

There were seven or eight disciples of the Sword Sect of the Cangqiong Sect, plus four or five members of the Mu family from Shennonggu, Li Ji from the Lingwu Hall and a few fellow disciples, and finally Yuan Qinghang and Li Qinghong, plus a single Miss Chang.

Yu Wenli took the initiative to go to another team and formed a team with Jianzong's Lingxiao Temple, while the Tantai family formed a team with several other great families that he had made good friends with.

Seeing that others didn't pay attention, Shang Lang quietly approached Li Qinghong: "Hello!"

Li Qinghong turned his head: "What?"

Shang Lang scratched his head, and said in a low voice embarrassedly: "Don't worry too much, my junior brother and I followed you, not because we listened to our master."

Li Qinghong looked at him with dark eyes, with a resentful expression: "I thought you were watching us."

Shang Lang was anxious, his face was red and his ears were red: "Both of you have golden elixir in your body, there is nothing to doubt. My master has always hated people from the Demon Sect, and he is a bit suspicious. I don't know right from wrong!"

Li Qinghong said "Oh", with a grateful expression on his beautiful face: "Mr. Shang, you are so kind."

……

Yuan Qinghang looked around and asked Li Ji, "Why don't you leave?"

Li Ji nodded: "Of course I have to go. The deadline to go out is seven days later. If you miss it, you will have to stay here for 12 years."

The formation eyes of the Wanren Tomb traverse the entire Wanren Peak, fluctuating once every 12 years.

It took almost seven days from the opening of the formation eyes at one end to the complete closure of the formation eyes at the other end.

If you can't get there on time and get stuck here, it's really a disaster.

There is too much killing intent in the entire Wanblade Tomb, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary spiritual plants to grow, and there are at most some moss growing on the exposed parts of the surface.

In the past, two disciples of Jianzong lost their way here, failed to catch up with the main force, and missed the time to go out.

After staying here, they could still rely on the panacea to survive at first, but when the panacea was exhausted, they could only survive by devouring the moss on the surface.

Frightened and desperate, coupled with food shortages, when someone finally found them 12 years later, the two talented immortal cultivators who had a promising future turned into mummified corpses filled with moss.

Yuan Qinghang was even more surprised: "Since you are in a hurry, what are you doing here, planning to have lunch first?"

Next to him, Shang Lang took out a map and said, "Come on, let's see the route?"

Sure enough, the other teams got together and began to study the map separately.

You can come here once every 12 years, and the main terrain inside has been explored almost. After a long time, someone collected all the versions and pieced them together to complete them. Until today, the maps in the hands of each family have been similar.

Yuan Qinghang leaned over his head, and the white jade and black gold fan dotted on the map: "There are two places where the soldiers souls gather the most?"

On the map with criss-crossing fields and towering mountains, there are two eye-catching icons, one is the symbol of the lake, and the other is the deep valley and cliff.

Ning Duo stood behind him and said softly, "Zhisha Lake, Broken Soul Cliff."

Yuan Qinghang stared at the small cliff sign on the map, feeling strangely uncomfortable for some reason.

Shang Lang pointed his fingers on the map: "Go to Zhisha Lake first. Most of the soldiers here are upright and awe-inspiring. The former masters were all decent and chivalrous men of the immortal sect."

Li Qinghong said "Oh": "What about Broken Soul Cliff, don't tell me the souls of soldiers there are more evil?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people next to him were a little strange.

Shang Lang lowered his voice: "Don't you know? Most of the soldier souls gathered at Broken Soul Cliff were demon cultivators."

Li Qinghong's eyes flickered: "Then you only go to Zhisha Lake?"

Li Ji shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. There are also many people who can't find a suitable soldier soul in Zhisha Lake, so they will try again at Duanhun Cliff."

Yuan Qinghang showed curiosity: "Then if you encounter the soldier soul of the demon cultivator and recognize the master, will everyone accept it or not?"

Mu Jiarong frowned proudly on the side: "A gentleman cultivates himself, some people can accept the things used by the monsters of the Mozong, and naturally there are others who will never touch them."

Yuan Qinghang was overjoyed and clapped his hands fiercely: "That's great, why don't you divide into two groups, you go to Zhisha Lake, and my junior brother and I take Miss Chang to Duanhun Cliff to try our luck."

Ning Duo remained expressionless: "Okay, I'll be with you."

Shang Lang broke down and shouted: "...little brother Li Qing, please shut up!"

This person ran away, and Junior Brother Ning had to keep an eye on it, and their Cang Qiong sect had to follow, and then they couldn't leave Young Master Mu behind, and in the end they rushed towards the Soul-breaking Cliff together like a bunch of candied haws!

The terrain on the road leading to Zhisha Lake is rugged, and there are several big red crosses marked along the way. If you look closely, the teeny lowercase notes under the cross marks are even more shocking.

Zhisha Lake is by no means in a flat land or in a valley, on the contrary, it is on the top of Wanren Mountain, as if hanging above the nine heavens.

On the way, they have to pass through a cliff of ten thousand feet, and also pass through a place where molten lava erupts occasionally. Those with poor cultivation may die halfway at any time, so this is also the reason why Xianmen Dabi requires the minimum foundation to be completed.

Shang Lang led several disciples of the Cangqiong Sect to explore the way ahead, followed by Li Ji and the others, followed by Mu Jiarong and his party from Shennong Valley, Yuan Qinghang and the others led Chang Yuan'er in the back, and Ning Duo was in charge of breaking the rear.

Yuan Qinghang carefully looked around while climbing up.

The mountain in front of me showed a strange dark red color, and strands of red ooze from the rocks everywhere, mixed in the dark yellow soil layer.

There is only a vague road under the feet, and it is probably because the monks who went to Zhisha Lake have trampled on it for many years, leaving these vague traces.

The surrounding rocks became more and more hideous, and a strong wind from an unknown direction swept in. Everyone had to work hard and climb up cautiously.

Li Qinghong walked beside Yuan Qinghang, in front of them were Mu Jiarong and several of his senior brothers.

Looking from behind, Mu Jiarong was wearing an emerald green shirt, and he was not wearing bulky armor like others, and his stature had not yet fully grown, making him look even more slender.

But his figure is as stable as a rock in the hunting mountain wind. Although he is young, his cultivation level is obviously much higher than his few strong senior brothers.

The tall and thin senior brother was walking behind him, and he was out of breath not long after. Turning a corner of the mountain, a strong wind suddenly hit his face, his feet became unsteady, and he fell backwards.

Li Qinghong followed closely behind him, immediately dodged and dodged to the side.

The tall and thin man stumbled and fell, hitting his head on a rock protruding from the side, and blood flowed from his forehead immediately.

He cried out in pain, covered his bleeding forehead, and stared at Li Qinghong behind him: "What do you mean?"

The people in front stopped one after another, Mu Jiarong turned his head, frowned and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

The tall and thin man was furious: "He saw me fall, but he didn't help me, and even avoided it on purpose! The big guys are walking together in a team, isn't it just trying to take care of each other!"

Shang Lang stood by the front rock, poked his head and looked back: "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, talk if you have something to say."

Li Qinghong raised his head, looked at Shang Lang silently, and complained: "...I didn't quarrel."

He lowered his brows, aggrieved and forbearing: "They all lowered their heads and paid attention to their feet. He suddenly fell in front of him. Who can react."

The thin and tall man's eyes were burning: "You obviously saw it, it was on purpose!"

Mu Jiarong frowned, and said unhappily, "Okay, a little injury, it's nothing serious."

Li Qinghong raised his head, looked at him intently, and said softly: "Young Master Mu is really understanding."