Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

A huge bonfire was lit in the distance, and Yu Wenli sat by the fire with a face like a crown of jade, smiling and looking at the few people who came

He held up a jar of fine wine: "The wine here is too weak, I took some strong ones. Who wants to drink together?"

Shang Lang rushed over: "Come here, I've brought them all here, it would be more fun if there were more people!"

With Yu Wenli as the host, naturally only disciples of the same status gathered here. Ordinary people have the nerve to approach them. After Yuan Qinghang and the others sat down, there were only a few people around the bonfire.

With a faint smile on Yu Wenli's face, he looked at Yuan Qinghang and Ning Duo who came together: "What are Ning Xianjun and Mr. Li talking about, such a hit? Didn't see you guys."

Ning Duo sat down silently, and replied briefly, "I'm discussing cultivation."

Yuan Qinghang opened his mouth at the same time: "Just drink some wine."

Everyone: "..."

Yu Wenli couldn't help but smile: "It's better for the two of you not to fight the enemy together in the future, this tacit understanding is a bit worrying."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "That is. If Ning Xianjun joins forces with others, he should also join Brother Shang."

Teaming up with a ghost, no matter how enjoyable it is now, who knows when in the future, they will chase him and Li Qinghong together with Shang Lang!

Li Qinghong said as if nothing had happened: "That's right, if there is any danger, it's naturally me and the senior brother joining forces, what's the matter with outsiders."

Ning Duo didn't look at him, but glanced at Yuan Qinghang lightly.

For some reason, Yuan Qinghang felt a little guilty, he laughed quickly: "If you encounter great danger, then it's okay for the big guys to go together!"

Shang Lang nodded quickly: "That's right, no matter where there are outsiders, they are all good brothers."

Beside him, Mu Jiarong gave him a surprised look, as if he wanted to say something, but stopped talking.

Yu Wenli watched them around with interest, and then clapped his hands: "The night is long, since this jar of wine is brought, just drink it up."

As soon as the mouth of the wine jar was opened, an extremely strong and mellow aroma of wine came to the nostrils, Yuan Qinghang's eyes lit up: "This wine is really strong."

Yu Wenli said with a smile: "Let me tell you first, my wine is made from willow tribute rice, and some spirit grain germs are added to it. If anyone is too strong to drink, it's okay to quit first."

Mu Jiarong was a little hesitant, and was about to decline, when Shang Lang yelled: "Jiarong, don't disappoint, just drink a few sips, if you're really drunk, I'll be responsible for carrying you away."

Li Qinghong looked at him with one hand resting on his chin, his face showing a bit of worry: "Mr. Shang, Mr. Mu is not yet an adult, drinking alcohol may be bad for your health."

Mu Jiarong was a little bit withdrawn at first, but after hearing his words, a suffocated breath rose into his throat, and he said with a straight face, "I'm afraid you all fell down, but I'm fine."

Yuanqing Hang's stomach full of wine worms was hooked out, and he said: "Then how do you enforce the wine order?"

Yu Wenli thought for a while, and said: "Playing dice and guessing fists is vulgar. Why don't we play something more interesting, called 'Shadow without Shadow'."

Shang Lang asked curiously, "What is that? Tell me quickly and listen."

"Everyone takes turns sitting in the manor, and the person whose turn is to say something about himself must be rare."

Shang Lang shouted: "Then what?"

Yu Wenli said: "If most people have had similar experiences, it means that this matter is not rare at all. Then the person who sits in the dealer loses and will be fined a cup. If most people have not, then they will all be fined a cup."

Shang Lang asked blankly, "Give me an example?"

Yu Wenli said with a smile: "I'll demonstrate it first, and everyone will know it at a glance."

A circle of people stared at him, only to hear him say: "Then let me say one thing first - I can make anyone here fall asleep immediately, can any of you do it? If I can't, then I will win." Yes, each of you will be punished with a drink."

Mu Jiarong was stunned: "I can't do it, but how can you prove it?"

Yu Wenli smiled slightly, and while adding a few thin sticks of firewood to the bonfire, he looked around at everyone.

When his gaze was fixed on Shang Lang's face, he snapped his fingers lightly.

Shang Lang suddenly tilted his head, and fell straight forward!

Sitting next to him, Mu Jiarong was startled, and hurriedly supported him with his hands: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Shang Lang closed his eyes, and was shaken from side to side by him a few times before he opened them suddenly in a daze: "Ah... what's going on? I fell asleep?"

Everyone was astonished, and each of them exclaimed in amazement: "Young Master Yuwen is amazing, we really can't do this."

Li Qinghong rolled his eyes: "I can also make people fall asleep at any time."

Everyone immediately looked at him, very curious: "Then why don't you give it a try?"

Li Qinghong smiled: "I can't try my method. Once I make someone fall asleep, that person will never wake up."

He spoke innocently, and there was a little smile on his beautiful face, but for some reason, the people next to him shivered.

This means... can he poison anyone here at any time?

Yu Wenli shook his head and said, "That's not counting. I'm talking about putting people to sleep, not killing people."

Yuan Qinghang raised his head, his eyes fell on the firewood in Yu Wenli's hand, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

He suddenly said, "I can do this too."

Shang Lang was still surprised and confused, and shouted unconvinced: "You bragging!"

Yuan Qinghang turned to look at him with focused eyes: "Don't you believe it?"

Following these words, he quietly reached into the storage bag with one hand, opened a space, and gently nodded the head of a certain little thing.

The fingertips of the other hand twitched lightly, and they also snapped the fingers crisply and shortly.

Shang Lang stared at him blankly, as if his soul had been sucked in. After a while, he tilted his head again, this time falling backwards on his back.

Mu Jiarong was caught off guard, so he had to quickly support him again, and pinched him fiercely on the others: "You should fight for your strength, I have never seen such a sleepy person!"

Shang Lang was woken up by the pinch, and shook his head vigorously: "What's going on? I fell asleep again?"

He turned his head and stared at Yu Wenli and Yuan Qinghang, blushing with annoyance: "Why are you two catching a sheep, can you try another person?"

Everyone was surprised and horrified, and when they heard his complaint, they all laughed and said, "It must be because your physical strength is weak, or your energy is low, so it's easy to attack."

Shang Lang was so angry that he yelled: "Bah, you are not physically strong. Young master, I can still stay up for three days and three nights now!"

Mu Jiarong looked at Yu Wenli and Yuan Qinghang in surprise: "How did this happen? Isn't it scary?"

If these two people used this method when fighting against people, wouldn't beheading people be like cutting melons and vegetables?

Yuan Qinghang quietly blocked the opening of the storage bag, and pushed Duoduo's head back.

On the opposite side, Yu Wenli caught a glimpse of his movements from the corner of his eyes, and when the two of them met their eyes, their hearts were clear.

The two of them smiled tacitly at the same time, and Yu Wenli said: "Don't worry, everyone, this technique has to meet many conditions, so it is naturally impossible to use it casually."

Yuan Qinghang quietly threw a small piece of barbecue into the storage bag, and then nodded: "Yes, otherwise, wouldn't we and Mr. Yuwen be able to call the wind and rain and become invincible?"

Yu Wenli first added special spices to the bonfire, which would melt when exposed to fire and would be harmless to humans, but once encountering the spiritual breath exhaled by the dream-creating beast, it could quickly lull people to sleep.

Yuan Qinghang just saw the strange shape of the firewood in Yu Wenli's hand in the firelight, so he recognized the spice, and after thinking about it again, he guessed the clue.

Trying to release the dream-making beast, let it aim at Shang Lang and snort a few times, and it knocked him down immediately.

But what Yu Wenli said is right, this kind of small technique looks like a bluff, but when it's really time for battle, how can you have time to light a fire and burn incense for you, and then release the dream beast after the spice works?

Yu Wenli said leisurely: "There are six people here, only a few two can do it. This means that Li Xiaoxianjun and I won, and the remaining four people will have to drink a glass of wine, understand?"

Everyone shouted loudly: "I understand, I understand."

Shang Lang was quick, set up a small wine bowl in front of everyone, and filled it up for the remaining few people one by one: "Come, I am willing to bet and admit defeat."

Shang Lang, Mu Jiarong, and Li Qinghong all drank in one gulp, only Ning Duo was left holding the wine bowl, hesitating for a while.

He looked at Yuan Qinghang's eager look, and then raised his eyes to look at Yu Wenli: "...can I ask someone to drink for me?"

Yu Wenli smiled: "Ask everyone, and they all agree, so naturally I have nothing to say."

Shang Lang and Li Qinghong blurted out at the same time: "That can't be done!"

Shang Lang waved his hands triumphantly: "Manly man, it's so boring to ask someone to replace the wine. Junior brother, hurry up and drink it yourself!"

Ning Duo looked at Yuan Qinghang helplessly, with an expression of "I can't help you", raised his hand and drank it down.

Yu Wenli looked at Shang Lang who was sitting on his right: "Mr. Shang, it's your turn."

Shang Lang thought for a while, and said solemnly: "I don't have any special skills, can you tell me about a horrible experience?"

Yu Wenli said: "Of course it can. As long as you are sure that other people don't have such a chance."

Shang Lang's face was full of mystery: "When I was a teenager, I went out with my brothers and sisters, accidentally fell behind, and entered the cemetery by myself at night. I was hungry and tired and fell under a tree I just fell asleep, and when I woke up, guess what?"

Several people around the campfire looked at him together: "What?"

"I was lying next to a broken grave!" Shang Lang proudly said, "The grave was dug up by some animal, and the corpse inside was exposed, and I slept with a corpse all night, is this scary enough? May I ask who else is there?"

Beside the bonfire, several people were silent and looked strange.

After a while, Yu Wenli sighed softly: "When I practiced spells at the age of ten, I was already in the same room with corpses and watched their transformation with my own eyes."

Li Qinghong was expressionless: "When I was a child, my mother locked me in a small dark room for a whole night. There was a living dead man in the room. During the night, he stole the dead body and grabbed me to wring my neck."

Yuan Qinghang smiled slightly: "Oh, when my master taught me to resist the ghost formation, he once trapped me in a cemetery, and the rotting corpses that were awakened were not too many, maybe forty or fifty."

Ning Duo said indifferently: "Master once took an entrustment from the people to get rid of evil spirits, and took me out to practice. At that time, in the whole courtyard, the corpses of a dozen members of the dead family were placed in the lobby, and I stood guard in the lobby. It's midnight."

Shang Lang: "..."

What monsters are these!

Only Mu Jiarong was slightly embarrassed: "I... I have never encountered such a thing."

Li Qinghong raised his eyes to look at him, his voice was soft, as if full of envy: "Young Master Mu is so lucky, he has lived such a comfortable life since he was a child."

Shang Lang made an exaggerated pain, and suddenly picked up the wine bowl: "Okay, okay, Jiarong and I lost, we both drink!"

Next, sitting next to him was Mu Jiarong. After thinking for a long time, Mu Jiarong said with restraint: "As for me, I have seen Bi Fang, the divine bird."

This time, a group of young people were stunned.

Shang Lang asked suspiciously: "Is it true? This kind of ancient divine bird has always been a dragon that never sees its head but sees its tail, so it must have died long ago, right?"

Mu Jiarong's face turned red: "I'm not lying. We have a mountain forest in Shennong Valley, which is full of aura. You were also guests at my sixth birthday party that year. There was a fiery red bird in the forest. A spirit bird with only one leg. I saw with my own eyes that when it flew over the mountains and forests, it brought up strings of flames."

His face was a little shy, but he was a little proud: "My father said that Bi Fang has only one leg. My father also said that at my birthday banquet, all the elders and friends gave precious gifts, shining pearls , the aura is all over the sky, it must have attracted the spirit bird to stop for a moment."

Yu Wenli sighed approvingly: "Young Master Mu has a noble status. It is a great blessing to be able to see the true face of the ancient divine bird. I have never seen this before, so I admit defeat."

Yuan Qinghang was overjoyed: "We haven't seen each other before. If we lose, we'll drink!"

Just as he was about to pour wine, he raised his head and saw Ning Duo and Shang Lang's expressions were indescribably weird. Suddenly, Shang Lang burst into a burst of crazy laughter.

"Hahaha! Bi Fang... Bi Fang!" He staggered with a smile, and couldn't help but slapped Mu Jiarong on the shoulder, "That's fake!"

Ning Duo frowned slightly, and looked up at Mu Jiarong with a look of displeasure.

Mu Jiarong was furious, and slapped Shang Lang's hand away: "What are you laughing at?"

Shang Lang smiled so that his white teeth were dazzling in the firelight: "That's a kite! For your sixth birthday party, Master took us to Panheng for a few days. Our brothers were bored, so we tied a big red bird The kite was flying in the woods, it had two legs, but I accidentally broke one of them."

Mu Jiarong was dumbfounded, his face seemed to be slapped suddenly: "You...you are talking nonsense!"

Shang Lang suppressed a smile and pointed at Ning Duo: "If you don't believe me, then you should ask him."

Mu Jiarong bit his lip and turned to look at Ning Duo.

Ning Duo coughed lightly, and said in a harmonious voice, "These flames were mischievous. They took arrows with fire and shot them up, to see who could hit the tail of the kite."

After a pause, he added: "In the end, a few trees were burned, which almost caused a wildfire in the forest. My master found out, and punished everyone without eating for a few days."

Li Qinghong's smile was not a smile, and his tone was full of sympathy: "Master Mugu really loves his son. It turns out that he lied to children by saying that there is a magical bird."

Mu Jiarong's handsome face was flushed like blood, and he was speechless for a while.

Yuan Qinghang looked at him, amused and embarrassed for him, and quietly leaned into Ning Duo's ear: "You guys are really wicked."

Mu Jiarong was stunned for a while, then grabbed the wine jar, poured a big bowl full, gulped it down, and then let out an earth-shattering cough, obviously choked.

Shang Lang hurriedly patted him on the back: "Hahaha, don't be angry, don't be angry, you should thank you for the wine tonight, otherwise wouldn't you be kept in the dark for the rest of your life?"

Mu Jiarong was angry and anxious, and spat at him in the face. He was always well-bred, but now he was forced to swear: "Get out of here!"

Shang Lang managed to stop laughing, and suddenly slapped his head: "Oh, what a pity! If I said another thing, I would have won - when I was 12 years old, I single-handedly hunted down a big rhinoceros. Humans can compare."

The rhinoceros is born with supernatural power, its skin is rough and its flesh is thick, and it grows in remote mountains and old forests. When he said this, several people around the fire shook their heads: "That's not true."

Mu Jiarong said coldly: "That's because I haven't met it, if I do, I can kill it too."

Li Qinghong looked at Shang Lang, with exaggerated admiration in his eyes: "What's the difference? Our medical practitioners can only use poison to bring down such a giant. But there are many parts of the rhinoceros that can be used as medicine. If poison is used, it will If the medicinal properties of these materials are destroyed, it will be abolished."

Consonance horn powder is an important medicinal material for treating Shang Lang's father's disability. Shang Lang worked hard to hunt and kill the rhinoceros horn back then, precisely for the purpose of capturing the pair of consonance horns.

When Li Qinghong said this, he just pointed out the meaning of his hard work, Shang Lang couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of his father with handicapped legs.

He said dejectedly: "Yes, I want to keep the opposite corner from being damaged, but... it seems to be of no use."

Li Qinghong said softly: "This kind of thing is uncertain. Maybe without your medicine, your father's situation would be even worse."

Yuan Qinghang said with a smile: "Just for Mr. Shang's filial piety, it is also admirable."

Li Qinghong sat on Shang Lang's hands. He sat upright with a sad expression on his face: "Is it my turn? I don't have any great deeds, but just now Mr. Yuwen said that as long as it is a unique encounter, you can also use it to bet. Bet others have never had it?"

Yu Wenli smiled and said, "That's right."

Li Qinghong said softly: "I don't know who my father is...how about you?"

The bonfire was raging, and a group of teenagers were originally in a lively atmosphere, smiling happily, but they were all stunned after hearing his faint words.

Shang Lang was stunned and said, "Didn't your mother tell you?"

Li Qinghong's handsome face fluctuated in the firelight: "She said my father is dead, but I think she is lying to me."

Although Mu Jiarong didn't have the right temper with him, but after all, his mind was pure. Seeing his appearance, he felt that he was pitiful in his heart, and blurted out: "How do you know she's lying to you?"

Li Qinghong said lightly: "If he is really dead, why did she never mention his name, and never tell me about him?"

Yuan Qinghang patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said softly: "You are not alone."

Seeing everyone looking at him, he smiled: "I don't know who my father is, really."

Ji Banxia has never formally discussed this matter with him, and he has no obsession that he wants to know. After a long time, this matter has been put on the shelf and has never been mentioned again.

Everyone looked at the two of them, and each of them drank the fine wine, thinking in unison: "It seems that there is nothing to be happy about winning like this."

Yuan Qinghang's eyes were bright, and he didn't know whether it was because of the alcohol or the reflection of the fire.

He looked around and said with a smile, "It's my turn. Then I'll give you an upgraded version."

Everyone looked at him straight away, only to see him laughing, a little smug: "Not only do I not know who my father is, I have never even seen my parents. Are you the same?"

There was silence all around, for a long while, only Ning Duo said: "Me."

He spoke briefly and calmly, but I don't know if it was because the night was too dark and the mountain wind was too cold, his handsome face seemed a little lonely.

Yu Wenli looked at him and Yuan Qinghang, and sighed softly: "You two little immortals, I don't seem to be so lost after having a night talk tonight."

Yuanqing Hang raised his eyebrows: "Lost?"

Yu Wenli's long eyebrows slanted into his temples, and there seemed to be a little wine in his phoenix eyes: "You two, one of you has an aptitude against the sky, and can easily crush the world's sword cultivators; The Medicine Sect and the Shu Sect are all in the limelight, how can we mortals feel so embarrassed?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at him with a smile: "Young Master Yuwen is modest. If you are considered a mortal, then the disciples of the hundreds of immortal families will all be reduced to the dust."

Yu Wenli shook his head: "To tell you the truth, I used to have some regrets, thinking that no matter how hard I try and how good I am, I can't compare to other people's love and happiness."

He raised the wine bowl to Yuan Qinghang and Ning Duoyao: "But seeing you two today, even if you are like a dragon and a phoenix among people, you are also pitiful, and each has its own misery. Thinking about it this way, it seems that God also Fair enough."

Yuan Qinghang thought for a while, and said sincerely: "I don't feel sorry for myself."

He pointed at Ning Duo: "As for him, he has always had such a cold face, and he probably doesn't think he is so miserable."

Ning Duo glanced at him lightly, and nodded slightly: "There are nine out of ten things in life that you don't like. You really don't have to feel sorry for yourself."

Li Qinghong suddenly snorted lightly: "That's because you have never really suffered."

He stared at the bonfire in front of him, as if he was talking to himself, and it seemed to be sarcasm: "There are always people who treat you wholeheartedly, and of course you will not feel sorry for yourself.".

As the night darkened, many young disciples had dispersed in the distance, and there were large temporary tents everywhere, and small spirit beasts were squatting in front of many tents to guard them, and snoring could be faintly heard from the tents.

Yuan Qinghang sighed.

He patted Li Qinghong's shoulder, and said gently: "Whether it's an unlucky life experience or a tragic fate, since it happened, I can only try to be happy."

Yu Wenli said lightly: "Happiness is a very difficult thing."

Yuan Qinghang shook his head: "It's a day to be happy, and it's also a day to be unhappy. If you complain about anger and hate others and the world more and more because of this, then it's really pitiful."

The firewood by the bonfire was almost exhausted, and the fire gradually became smaller. The bright red flame was dancing vigorously, but now it also turned into a light orange, gentle and bright.

Shang Lang suddenly shouted: "Brother Li and Junior Brother Ning have won, let's have a drink!"

The few remaining people quickly poured their wine again and downed their heads.

Shang Lang blushed a little, and he pointed at Ning Duo with a bit of stamina: "You should be the last one, if you have the ability, you can do it."

Everyone looked at Ning Duo at the same time, feeling a little hopeful in their hearts.Qianqian

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