Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Ning Duo pondered for a long time, Jun Yi frowned slightly, until everyone became anxious, and then slowly said: "When I was young, I was captured by the monsters of the Demon Sect into the Demon Cave, tortured and imprisoned, and was forced to make medicine. people."

With a sip, Yuan Qinghang just took a sip of the wine, but before he swallowed it quietly, he choked in his throat and coughed earth-shatteringly.

Ning Duo glanced at him silently, stretched out his hand, and followed his back nonchalantly: "Be careful."

Yuan Qinghang blushed from coughing, and waved his hands in embarrassment: "Ahem...you continue!"

Li Qinghong pursed his lips, squinted his eyes, looked at Yuan Qinghang, and then at Ning Duo.

He said softly: "Being the medicine man in the hands of the Mozong, hasn't he been poisoned to death? Ning Xianjun is really lucky."

Yu Wenli was also stunned: "Xiao Xianjun Ning has such a tragic experience?"

Ning Duo lowered his brows and eyes, and his long eyelashes left two rows of dense black shadows under the firelight: "It's not tragic. Whenever I think about it, I only remember some interesting things."

Yuan Qinghang didn't say a word, but his heart was beating suddenly.

Just now he jokingly asked "Does Ning Xiaoxian remember my bad, or my good", this person didn't answer at that time, but is he waiting here now?

Of course Shang Lang knew about Ning Duo's past, he sighed, and patted Ning Duo on the shoulder boldly: "Okay, drink all of it. Your experience is truly unique."

Everyone was surprised and sighed again, Gulu Gulu drank the last round of fine wine, the big wine jar was almost bottomed out, shaking hands casually, making tinkling noises.

Yu Wenli looked at Yuan Qinghang's unsatisfactory expression, smiled and hugged the wine jar by his waist, and patted him face-to-face: "Want to drink? I'll give you all."

Yuan Qinghang raised his hand, turned the wine jar half a circle, and embraced it in his arms: "Thank you."

He picked up the wine jar, facing the mouth of the jar comfortably, gulped down a few sips: "Exciting!"

The aftertaste of the drink was so strong that everyone was still sober at first, but before they knew it, the drunkenness started to pick up.

Shang Lang blushed, stared at everyone, and nodded with his fingers: "Let me count, who is the best dish tonight, and how many bowls each drank? I have four bowls."

Yu Wenli smiled and supported his forehead: "I lost three rounds and drank three bowls."

Mu Jiarong's face was flushed, he didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or drunkenness, and he said angrily, "I...I have six bowls."

Every round, he lost all!

Shang Lang couldn't help laughing out loud: "Just have fun - don't you want to be like them without parents, or do you want to get close to Jingshi for a few nights?"

He pointed back at himself, then turned his head to look at Li Qinghong, and counted with his fingers: "You are three bowls, right?"

Li Qinghong looked at him with bright eyes: "You remember really clearly."

Shang Lang triumphantly said, "Of course, my ears are pricked up!"

Ning Duo looked at Yuan Qinghang, and asked softly, "I have two bowls, and you have one bowl."

Yuan Qinghang stared at him, and laughed softly: "You see, I'm greedy for alcohol, so I said that on purpose in the last round, so that I would lose, right?"

Ning Duo looked at the front as if nothing had happened: "I just thought of it, so I just said it casually."

The alcohol was too strong, Yuan Qinghang only felt a strange heat on his face, and a little light in his body.

Under the light of the gradually weakening bonfire, the face of the opposite person was like a crown jade, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, just like the person in the painting. Yuan Qinghang stared at his handsome face, stared blankly for a while, and suddenly nodded him with his hand: "If you It is said that the world is beautiful, and the beauty is overwhelming the fairy gate. If the two of us win together, I will not be able to drink wine!"

With a sound of "Puchi", Yu Wenli sat opposite and spit out a mouthful of wine.

The wine was sprayed on the flames, and the small flames that were about to be extinguished blazed up to Lao Gao again, illuminating the surprised faces of the crowd.

Yu Wenli rubbed his temples: "Li Xiaoxian, if you compare like this, the winner is probably Ning Xianjun alone."

Shang Lang was the only one present here who had already seen Yuan Qinghang's original face. After holding back for a long time, he finally said: "No, no. Brother Yuwen looks like a colorful phoenix, Young Master Mu is so noble, and Little Brother Li Hong also looks like a phoenix." She's so handsome, it's all good-looking. But..."

He also got a little drunk, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and grabbed Yuan Qinghang's face: "If you want to say that you are beautiful, just show it up, hold it in every day, and don't feel too bored!"

His palm was like the wind, and he was caught off guard. Although Yuan Qinghang was drunk, his movements were not slow, and he raised his hand to block.

The arms of the two people intersected in the air, and there was a "bang".Each of them bared their teeth and their arms were numb.

Yuan Qinghang sighed.

In the light of the rekindled fire, he lazily raised his hand, the white jade and black gold fan half covered his face, and rubbed his face: "Compare, who is afraid of whom?"

When the fan moved away again, the black-clothed boy in front of everyone had changed into an unfamiliar face.

The cold moon in the sky was pale and silent, and the bonfire nearby was warm and warm. The beating flames cast a hazy soft light on his face, outlining his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and reflected his dark like jewels and bright like evening stars. eyes.

Red lips and white teeth, high spirits.

Standing side by side with Ning Duo who was beside him, they were indeed a pair of bi-persons, completely unlike their appearance in the world.

……

The bonfire was burned out, and the laughter and excitement around them finally fell silent. Several teenagers sitting together were stumbling around, all drunk with alcohol.

Yu Wenli threw four spirit stones casually, hitting the four corners of the tent that had just been set up, compacting the gaps, and firmly blocking the surrounding mountain wind from the outside.

The tent was made of strong spirit beast skins, stretchable as you wish, and now it has been stretched a lot, with five or six people lying in it, it is still spacious.

Ning Duo stood beside the lying down people, looked down for a moment, bent down, and covered them with several fox furs one by one.

Nodding to Yu Wenli, he opened a corner of the tent and walked out.

The temperature outside was extremely low, and the glow of the stars and the moon became even dimmer in the second half of the night. He had just stood still when there were soft footsteps behind him, and Yu Wenli followed.

Standing beside Ning Duo, he said, "Does Ning Xianjun not rest?"

Ning Duo shook his head, resting his slender fingers on the silver hilt: "I will keep watch."

Yu Wenli chuckled: "I didn't expect Ning Xianjun to drink so well that he didn't feel drunk at all."

Ning Duo said: "Young Master Yuwen is the same."

Yu Wenli said: "I took the hangover medicine beforehand, but it's not really a huge amount. Did Ning Xianjun also make preparations?"

Ning Duo was stunned: "That's not true. It was originally a temporary idea."

Occasional gatherings and fun between friends, there is neither superficial harmony nor fear of mistakes, so why be so cautious.

Yu Wenli smiled slightly: "Yes, if I don't want to get drunk, there is always a way."

Ning Duo turned to look at him: "A solution?"

Yu Wenli raised his long eyebrows: "When answering the questions, don't you just answer truthfully?"

Looking at Ning Duo's expression, he seemed even more surprised: "...Ning Xianjun, don't you think that this kind of game must tell the truth?"

Ning Duo said slowly, "Nature is all true."

Yu Wenli stared at him, and smiled helplessly for a long time: "Ning Xianjun is really glorious, and he will never fake a drink order. It's my villain's heart, and I can deceive a gentleman."

After a while, Ning Duo said: "If Mr. Yuwen is tired, it is better to go back and rest. I have recently improved my cultivation, so I can rest for two hours a day."

Yu Wenli pondered for a while: "I have something, I want to ask Ning Xianjun what he means."

"Excuse me."

Yu Wenli looked at the tent behind him: "What does Ning Xianjun think of this Li Xiaoxian?"

The tent not far away was pitch black, and the drunken people all fell asleep peacefully. There were spirit stones with firepower inside to keep them warm, so they should sleep comfortably and peacefully.

But the place where the two were standing was facing the cliff, and they had a clear view. The strong wind blew on the huge rocks, blowing down some broken stones that had been weathered for many years from time to time, and rolled down the abyss.

Ning Duo turned around and looked at him with a serious expression: "Brother Yuwen wants to say something, why not just say it."

Yu Wenli nodded, and the smile disappeared from his usual gentle and elegant face: "I heard people from Jianzong tell you about when you came in."

People from Medicine Sect and Shu Sect came in first, and later Ning Cheng questioned Yuan Qinghang's identity and Ji Banxia's appearance to persecute them, they didn't know anything about it.

But how could such a big matter be hidden.On the way, this matter has already spread to other teams.

Ning Duo's eyes were sharp: "It turns out that you didn't come here for a drink, but a test."

Yu Wenli sighed lightly: "Ning Xianjun doesn't have to be so sensitive. I just learned tonight that this little brother Li is not only amazingly talented, but also looks like a celestial being."

He paused, and then said: "Don't Ning Xianjun find it strange that such two people, why have no reputation before this, and have never appeared in any communication between immortals?"

Ning Duo said lightly, "It's strange, but it's not a crime."

Yu Wenli said meaningfully: "I seem to know Ning Xianjun's attitude and position - you trust them very much, don't you?"

Ning Duo shook his head: "Only trust one."

Needless to say, Yu Wenli naturally knew who he was referring to.

He was silent for a moment, and then asked again: "Ning Xianjun, what do you think of their origin? They can come in, but they are all protected by the guardian of the Demon Sect."

Ning Duo said: "There is no need to doubt. Because I know their true identities."

Yu Wenli was startled: "What is it?"

In Taniguchi's dispute, those two people have been exposed as not being the real Seven Poison Sect, but it has never been explained what sect they belong to and where their sect is.How can this make people not feel vigilant?

Ning Duo shook his head: "Forgive me for nothing."

Yu Wenli stared at him closely: "I have a guess, why don't I tell Ning Xianjun."

Ning Duo didn't intend to answer.

But Yu Wenli didn't intend to shut up: "Brother Li is a master in both medical and magic arts. He also said that he has two masters."

Ning Duo gave a faint "hmm", noncommittal.

"Those two masters must have astonishing abilities to teach such an astonishingly talented, clever and clever apprentice." Yu Wenli Qingyue's voice became extremely cold in the night wind, "Looking at the world, such a I'm afraid there are not many people."

Ning Duo stood quietly.

"The left and right protectors of the Demon Sect happen to be good at medicine and the other generalist." Yu Wenli stared at Ning Duo's handsome and stern face, and said slowly, "Ning Xianjun, do you think this is a coincidence?"

Ning Duo's fingers in his sleeves were quietly clenched.

But the corners of his eyes and brows didn't fluctuate at all.

"Young Master Yuwen, you forgot one thing. Before he came in, it was inspected by your grandfather Yuwen himself." He said calmly.

Yu Wenli carefully observed his face: "This is what I can't figure out. But these two people have strange backgrounds after all, and it doesn't hurt us to plan ahead."

Ning Duo's eyes were clear and cold, but when he looked at him, there was finally a trace of disappointment: "I thought that on the day of the Grand Competition, he and Mr. Yuwen joined forces to resist the shocking corpses and treat many wounded, which was enough for Brother Yuwen to see him clearly. for human beings."

Yu Wenli said: "One moment and another moment. Entering the Tomb of Ten Thousand Blades, the danger behind will only become more and more dangerous. If someone has evil thoughts in their hearts, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Ning Duo was silent, and asked for a while, "Young Master Yuwen, have you already decided that they have malicious intentions?"

Yu Wenli said: "Ning Xianjun might as well ask himself, have you really never had any doubts in your heart?"

The full moon in the sky was ruthless, shining coldly on the huge rocks of the mountains, and also reflected Ning Duo's handsome face that was almost fierce: "It has never happened before."

……

Hundreds of miles away from Wanren Tomb, on a cliff.

Clumps of strange rocks are densely covered, with exquisite and treacherous shapes. A dark green pine branch struggles out of the cracks in the rocks, slanting out a cold tree shadow.

At night, the clouds and mist in the mountains add a moist chill, rolling among the twisted pine trees, as soft as a veil.

Ning Cheng stood under the pine tree, his body straight, as if he was colder than the cliff around him.

Finally, there was a very light rustle of clothes behind him, and it came from a distance in an instant, and it was unclear whether it was coming from the imperial sword or riding a magic weapon.

Ning Cheng turned his head slowly.

A vague figure stood under the pines, his body was extremely thin, and his face was covered with a veil like clouds and mist. The whole person seemed to be illusory, and he couldn't even tell the distance.

Ning Cheng stood still and said slowly, "Master of the Bai Tong Tong Hall?"

The man smiled lightly, even the laughter was vague and distant, it was extremely difficult to distinguish whether the clear voice was a man or a woman: "Master Ning, thanks to your patronage for many years."

Ning Cheng nodded lightly: "Everyone just takes what they need."

Bai Tong Tang.

Wandering between good and evil, knowing countless big and small things of the world's fairy sects and demon sects, he specializes in selling news secrets, and the news is always accurate and true.

It's just that the price has always been extremely high, and some news and secrets are even stained with blood and death, and the specific source is unknown.

When such a sect was founded is already untestable, but no one in the world dares to say that they will never use or ask for them in their lifetime.

And this generation of Bai Tong Tang hall masters seems to be more mysterious than past hall masters.

No one knows his real face, nor his age and preferences. The only thing known to the world is that the master of Bai Tong Tang loves money very much.

Since the news can be guaranteed to be true and rare, the price should be high, but this Bai Tong Tang master has a quirk, that is, the price can change at any time.

Only up, not down.

The last time a piece of news was worth a hundred spirit stones, the next time the same piece of news would be worth ten times more, and the price could not be countered.

Anyone who tried to bargain, without exception, would be listed as a refusal to deal with them. The next time they went to Bai Tong Tang, they would find that the falcon in charge of sound transmission had suddenly died at home, and it was impossible to contact the other party.

Of course, Ning Cheng knew this rule very well, so the Lingshi bag he took out was bigger and heavier than usual.

Although the person on the opposite side couldn't see his face clearly, he could feel that he was indeed smiling: "Master Ning, the price will not increase this time."

He casually tossed a small wax pill, coming gently, as if handing it over with his own hands.

Ning Cheng gently clamped it between his fingers, squeezed open the shell, looked down at the small characters inside, and suddenly his eyes froze.

Looking from the side, the title on the yellow paper vaguely resembles the word "wood"!

He looked at it carefully again, and his fingers trembled a little. He didn't know whether it was because of excitement or shock: "Can this news be true?"

"There is no hard evidence. But judging from all circumstantial evidence and time, it should be close to ten."

"Such secret and rare news, why not raise the price?" Ning Cheng's voice was hoarse.

The vague figure on the opposite side chuckled lightly: "I have been doing business with Ning Xianjun for more than ten years, and I have seen with my own eyes that you have changed from a little fairy with a weak foundation to today's acting head. I'm getting more and more curious."

Ning Cheng said lightly: "What are you curious about?"

"I'm curious about the reason why Sect Leader Ning has been so persistent and collected so many secrets from various immortal sects all these years?"

Ning Cheng said: "It is rumored that the relationship between Bai Tong Tang and its guests has always been business and money."

His elegant face was hidden under the pine branches under the moonlight, showing a bit of gloom: "I didn't expect the hall master to deliver the news in person and care about the guests' wishes. Isn't this overstepping?"

The face of the person opposite was hidden in the cloud-like tulle, and the voice was cheerful: "Master Ning, don't be afraid, I'm just really idle and bored."

His voice is sometimes gentle and sometimes cold, and it is ever-changing, not even the same person: "As for the sect head Ning, he wants to make the Sky sect flourish, and that's why he wants to grasp the privacy of so many other people's families; does he have any other special ideas? I will never interfere, let alone hint at anyone."

Ning Cheng stared at him with a calm expression: "It's okay even if you leak it, Hall Master. After all, I'm just buying some news."

The headmaster of Bai Tong Hall smiled even more cheerfully: "Is it just buying news? I seem to have heard that Sect Leader Ning has bought a lot of precious materials recently."

Ning Cheng's expression remained unchanged: "The host must be fully prepared for the grand event held every 12 years."

The man stared at him, and suddenly said: "What the head of Ning is planning...is it related to Senior Brother Ling?"

Ning Cheng's back suddenly tensed up.His eyes were burning: "What did you say?"

"Don't be nervous. Brother Ling and I met once, no matter what you do, I'm happy to see it succeed." The person on the other side seemed a little disappointed, "Let's just pay the old man a favor."

Ning Cheng remained silent.

"By the way, it is said that the grand master of the noble sect is about to leave the gate, and his soul lamp has been on fire these days." The man said again, "I don't know that after Ling Shizun came out, he saw that you took care of the sect. Wouldn't it be gratifying to be so good?"

Ning Cheng said lightly: "Don't worry about it."

The man smiled: "Before he was injured and retreated, he was already in the golden core consummation state, which is rare in the world, but he doesn't know what shocking breakthrough he will have after he comes out. In this world, there have been many years in the world where there has not been a big man in the Nascent Soul state. I can."

Ning Cheng said: "Master has a high level of cultivation, and our descendants can only look up at the mountains."

The man smiled and changed the subject: "By the way, I decided to give you a little news as a bonus."

He looked at the wax pill in Ning Cheng's hand: "You just met the protagonist of this news this afternoon."

Ning Cheng raised his head suddenly, thought for a while, and suddenly became angry.

"The beautiful one is... Li Hongling's son, and the other one is the young master of that demon sect." He said each word, with a cold expression between his teeth.

He should have thought earlier that Ji Banxia protected those two young men so much that he even did not hesitate to use dozens of masters from the Demon Sect, which almost triggered a battle.

Although both sides had scruples in the end, Ji Banxia escaped in time, and he didn't gather the fairy gate to chase after him, but the feeling of suffocation was so familiar.

No wonder I felt a strange discomfort when I saw that young man. As early as ten years ago, that brat was so cunning and cunning. He had no awe in the face of the powerful enemy of the immortal sect, and even deceived him into a circle.

Today, she is still so full of tricks and boldness.

……

Inside the Wanren Tomb, the sun is rising.

The golden orange rays of the morning sun penetrated through the layers of barriers of the ancient formations, and shone on the peaks of the mountains. The dazzling golden light was filtered out, leaving only the warm light orange.

Outside the huge animal skin tent, a figure in white sat quietly with his eyes closed facing the rays of the morning sun.

A few disciples of the Cangqiong Sect probed their heads: "...Second Senior Brother?"

Ning Duo slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear: "Huh?"

Ning Xiaozhou came over and looked at the tent: "Second Senior Brother didn't sleep all night?"

Ning Duo's eyes were clear: "Not sleepy."

Several disciples looked at each other and understood: "I understand."

Eldest senior brother is flying and jumping, and can't take on the heavy responsibility. As expected, only second senior brother is reliable, and he takes the matter of master's order to monitor to heart.

"But aren't we going yet? The other teams have all left."

"Yeah, if you go late, will the soul of the good soldier be snatched away?"

The fellow disciples beside him laughed: "Do you think it's first come, first served? How many people searched for days and nights in Zhisha Lake, but they didn't feel anything."

Ning Duo raised his eyes, his dark pupils looked light and clear under the morning sun, and his voice was soft: "Wait a minute."

He turned around, raised a corner of the tent, and looked inside.

Yu Wenli had already left overnight, and the rest of the hangover teenagers were still sleeping soundly, and their sleeping appearances last night were messed up now.

Shang Lang lay on his back, with one leg pressed on Mu Jiarong's ankle next to him, and the other hand resting on Li Qinghong's chest next to him.

Li Qinghong's hair was disheveled, and he was curled up on the side, the black jacket on his body was still on, after sleeping all night, it was rolled up to his waist indiscriminately, revealing a section of the white underclothes inside.

In the corner, Yuan Qinghang lay sprawled all over, with white fox fur piled up on one side like snow

That mediocre mask has been completely taken off, and now she is lying quietly, without her usual cunning and agility, under the fumigation of drunkenness, her reddish face is like a peach blossom, leaving only a naive look.

Looking from a distance, the black light cloud gauze dress on his body is mixed with the white fox fur, which sets off his skin like jade, and the contrast is sharp, making his lips painted red and his eyebrows picturesque.

Ning Duo's footsteps were so light that he could barely hear him, walked up to him, and looked down.

The junior brother from the same school outside poked his head, thinking that he was going to wake up everyone, but saw him pick up the fox fur that fell on the side, lightly covered Yuan Qinghang's body, and then retreated.

"Wait a minute, I still haven't woken up." He said lightly.

Several brothers from the same school looked at each other, stuck out their tongues, and quietly stepped aside.

I don't know how long it took, and finally, someone in the tent made a little noise.

Shang Lang moved his arms and legs and was the first to wake up.

His head still hurt a little, he shook his head, looked around, and finally remembered what happened last night.

Looking around again, he quickly moved away the leg that was pressing on Mu Jiarong, and straightened Li Qinghong's body on the other side.

As soon as he got up, his eyes fell on Yuan Qinghang's face on the side.

Last glimpse in front of the house in the early morning.He also saw Yuan Qinghang once, but he didn't have time to look at it carefully. He only took a few glances last night before falling asleep.

I don't know why now, but there is a strange feeling that the more I look at it, the more familiar I am.

Several pieces of fire crystal spirit stones were placed in the tent. It was already warm as spring, plus there were so many people in the tent, his nose was itchy when he looked at it.

His body has always been a bit dry and hot, but this night he was scorched badly, and a few drops of blood suddenly flowed down from his nose.

When he looked down and saw the blood, he quickly wiped it annoyed.

With this rubbing, something seemed to pop out from the bottom of my heart, but I couldn't grasp it.While he was in a daze, he couldn't help looking at Yuan Qinghang's face again.

...What is that strange feeling?