Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

While meditating blankly, a voice sounded next to him: "You... what are you looking at?"

Turning his head, Mu Jiarong was looking weird, looking at him while rubbing his throbbing temples from hangover.

On the other side, Li Qinghong also opened his eyes, looking at him expressionlessly.

Shang Lang was taken aback, and intuitively felt that his face must be stained with blood, which was not good-looking, so he quickly wiped it off with his hand.

This time, even Li Qinghong's expression became strange.

He said slowly: "My brother is good-looking, but it's rare for people to see nosebleeds."

Mu Jiarong's face was indescribable, as if he was shocked and puzzled, he stood up "teng", and wanted to go out.

Shang Lang was dumbfounded, and jumped up: "Hey, you two are doctors, can you have some sympathy?"

He grabbed Mu Jiarong, and forced his wrist into his hand: "Your pulse! I'm obviously heated, and the virtual fire is rising!"

Mu Jiarong glared at him, then shook his hand away: "Take medicine if you are sick, why do you want me?"

Shang Lang said aggrievedly: "Then why don't you prescribe me some medicine?"

Mu Jiarong ignored him and ran away without a trace.

Li Qinghong sat at the entrance of the tent, tilted his head to look at him: "Okay, I'll show you."

He stretched out his finger, put it on Shang Lang's wrist, and smiled "puchi" for a long time: "It's really full of virtual fire. Is there still some blisters in the mouth by chance?"

Shang Lang nodded again and again: "That's right, when autumn dryness comes, small blisters will form, and when they burst, it will hurt very much. Do you know your pulse? Your medical skills are amazing!"

Li Qinghong took out a small pocket gourd from the storage bag, the material was as beautiful as suet jade, and handed it to him: "If you have nothing to do, take one, it can clear away heat and fire, and it can also speed up the healing of ulcers in the mouth."

Shang Lang had a bitter face: "Is it bitter?"

Li Qinghong squinted his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Are you a child, are you still afraid of suffering after taking medicine?"

Seeing Shang Lang's tangled face, he pretended to withdraw his hands: "It's such a rare thing that is difficult to refine, don't forget it."

Shang Lang hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab it: "I want what I want, good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease, I will try it!"

As soon as the words fell, a slender white hand stretched out from the side, and lightly intercepted the little medicine gourd.

It was Yuan Qinghang,

He yawned, and his accent took away a bit of the hangover slur: "What a good thing, let me see."

He poured out a few pills as if nothing had happened, squinted his eyes for a while, then threw a pill in his mouth and chewed.

After chewing, he grinned and threw the white jade bottle to Shang Lang again: "It's like a sugar ball, delicious."

Shang Lang took it blankly, his eyes stuck to his face again.

Yuan Qinghang touched his face belatedly, and finally remembered the absurdity of last night.

He sighed and looked around in distress: "Where's my...mask?"

A figure stood in front of the door, and Ning Duo's voice was sober as if he had slept through the night: "It was ruined by your own drunkenness."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him and smiled embarrassingly: "Morning!"

Ning Duo looked at the rising sun outside.

On the side, Shang Lang exclaimed: "Ah, it's really a waste of time to drink, it's going to be high in the sun!"

A group of people hurriedly got up, casually swallowed some panacea as dry food, and continued to open the road.

Along the way, a large group of people stared at Yuan Qinghang secretly.

Early in the morning, a strange beauty suddenly emerged from the tent. The ordinary-looking Li Qing turned out to have such a beautiful appearance, it's jaw-dropping!

Chang Yuan'er peeped at Yuan Qinghang countless times along the way, and she was surprised and shocked at first, but for some reason, after a while, she became visibly unhappy again.

The two young female cultivators from Lingwu Hall walked with her, and they whispered a lot last night, at this moment one of them poked her arm: "Yuan'er, what happened to that little fairy Li?"

"Did you already know it? It's so dishonest that you don't reveal anything."

Chang Yuaner's lovely girlish face showed a bit of sadness: "I didn't know he was so handsome. If, if I knew..."

Almost all the people in Lingwu Hall have received the favor of Yuan Qinghang, unlike the Sword Sects who have doubts about him, the little female cultivator and Chang Yuan'er hit it off, and giggled after hearing this: "If you know, wouldn't you be happier?"

Chang Yuan'er blushed, but secretly said in her heart: "If I knew, would I still dare to get close to him like this? I'm afraid I wouldn't."

She is also the daughter of the head of the Haiqing Sect, and all the brothers and sisters love her very much.

After coming to the Central Plains this time, there were quite a few young immortal disciples who were courteous and friendly to her, but for some reason, she couldn't forget this ordinary-looking strange boy.

But seeing his real appearance now, and seeing him standing among a group of handsome and famous disciples, not only is he not inferior, but even more striking, she felt vaguely uncomfortable in the heart of an ignorant young girl.

It seems that only outstanding people like Ning Duo Xianjun, Mr. Yuwen, and Miss Tantai deserve to stay with people like him, not himself.

……

Ning Xiaozhou lingered at the end, stood beside Ning Duo, and boldly called out, "Second Senior Brother?"

Ning Duo said, "Yes."

Although Ning Xiaozhou was apprehensive towards this unsmiling senior brother, after all, they lived and ate together for many years and were not really afraid of him.

"Second senior brother, that Li Qing is really good-looking. But why did he cover his face before?" Ning Xiaozhou felt itchy, "If this appearance appears in the competition, I don't know how to show off."

Ning Duo said: "Isn't he enough to show off with his ability?"

Ning Xiaozhou scratched his head: "That's different, beauties are more popular."

Ning Duo said lightly: "Look at your feet, don't be distracted."

The other teams all set off early and disappeared long ago. There were twenty or so of them walking in the mountains, it seemed that there was only this lonely group of people in the vast world.

Shang Lang and the others walked in the front, and Mu Jiarong and the members of the Mu family followed closely behind.Then go forward, the cliffs become more and more steep.

Suddenly, there was a clear bird song in front of him, and the pathfinding puppet spirit bird flew over with a white silk in its mouth, circling and singing in front of Shang Lang and his team.

Shang Lang jumped up, pulled off the white silk from the bird's mouth, looked at it for a few times, his face changed drastically, and said loudly: "Attention everyone, there is a 'sturgeon's back' in front. When there is already a team passing by, You stumbled and fell to the death of a companion! Be sure to look out for each other, help each other, and keep everyone safe."

……

Sturgeon's back is an extremely dangerous place on the map. It is shaped like the spine of a huge sturgeon. It is smooth and barren of grass, and there are cliffs on both sides.

There is almost no safe place for people to walk on it, and the wind circling around is getting stronger and stronger.

If you are not careful, you may slip and fall down the cliffs on both sides under the double pressure of the big formation and the mountain wind, with no chance of survival.

When everyone heard Shang Lang's shout, they were all terrified, and they cheered up.

Yuan Qinghang raised his eyes and looked up, feeling a little sudden in his heart.

The road ahead is almost vertical, and everyone has lined up in a single straight line, one by one, climbing up with concentration.

Although it is not possible to use too much spiritual power to avoid being backlashed by a large formation, there is still a huge difference in everyone's cultivation at this moment.

A few people whose cultivation had reached the early stage of Jindan, such as Shang Lang and Mu Jiarong, were in front of them, their figures were stable and light, as if they were firmly nailed to the steep mountain road.

But for some young disciples in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, it is much more difficult to move forward.

Not only are they walking on thin ice every step of the way, some people even turned pale and sweated on their foreheads.

In front of Yuan Qinghang were several medical disciples from the Mu family, and the tall and thin man was in the middle. Yuan Qinghang frowned slightly when he saw it.

This person's complexion is too bad.

He was blue and white, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes staring at his feet were a little straight.

From the looks of it, even at the advanced stage of foundation establishment, he has just broken through.I don't know how I got a place in the valley.

Li Qinghong followed behind Yuan Qinghang, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Brother Young Master just now... Was it because he was afraid that I would poison that fool?"

Yuan Qinghang relaxed, and said nonchalantly: "Then will you harm him?"

Li Qinghong's expression was as usual: "That depends on whether he can be a human being."

Yuan Qinghang grabbed him sideways and said, "Take care of me! No messing around in this Ten Thousand Blade Tomb."

Li Qinghong patted his palm lightly, broke free from him, and said softly: "Brother Young Master, I'll go to the front and talk to that fool."

He swayed his feet, his body was as light as a butterfly wearing flowers, and he passed ahead.

When Shang Lang turned his head, he couldn't help but wondered: "Hey, why aren't you with your senior brother?"

Li Qinghong lowered his head, his smile was a bit forced: "The terrain is getting more and more dangerous, I... I'm slow to react, walking behind Mr. Mu and the others, if they fall again, I'm afraid I won't be able to help."

Shang Lang comforted in a low voice: "That man is messing around, don't take it to heart. Then follow me and be careful."

Although their voices were low, the members of the Mu family followed closely behind. The tall and thin man was very angry when he heard it, and lowered his head to complain to Mu Jiarong: "Mr. Shang is crazy, he is so close to something of unknown origin!"

Li Qinghong turned his head, his dark eyes glanced at him very quickly, then suddenly raised his hand, and stroked lightly on his neck.

When Mu Jiarong raised his head, he was startled suddenly when he saw his icy movements.

When we were drinking and chatting together last night, this person still looked cute and harmless, and he was kind to others. Mu Jiarong just let go of his grudge against him, but when he glanced at him, his heart skipped a beat.

As they got closer to the top of the ridge, a cloud of mist suddenly floated in, wrapped around everyone, and soon covered most of them.

Yuan Qinghang looked at the shadows in front of him, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, turned his head and waved behind him: "Miss Chang, come here and follow me."

Chang Yuan'er hesitated for a moment, then sped up and caught up: "Thank you, Mr. Li."

At this moment, the front of them suddenly turned steep.

A huge rock rolled out of the clouds and mist in front without warning, and smashed towards the team behind with a thunderous momentum!

A few people from the Mu family were right behind, and Mu Jiarong wanted to reach out to block it at the first moment, but after hearing the wind in his ears, he finally realized that he couldn't stop it at all. Embarrassment flashed.

The rocks rumbled and rolled past him, but at this moment, Mu Jiarong was already in a cold sweat.

But he can avoid it, but the people behind him can't.

The tall and thin man was right behind him, he screamed, and wanted to pull up his figure like Mu Jiarong, but just as his spiritual power was mentioned, a vague coercion fell from the sky and earth, and his knees fell soft.

In the blink of an eye, the gigantic boulder was approaching, carrying countless broken stones, hitting his chest.

The tall and thin man slipped on the sole of his foot, a stream of blood sprayed in the air, and his body fell straight to the cliff like a kite with a broken string.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, and as he fell, several members of the Mu family behind were also swept by the rocks, like a rolling gourd, and they were about to fall.

Yuan Qinghang screamed, his body jumped up, a silver cord flew out of the white jade and black gold fan in his hand, rolled towards the few people in front, and shouted urgently: "Grab it!"

Those few people were frightened out of their wits when they suddenly saw a silver chain flying in front of them, they all seemed to see a life-saving straw, they grabbed and pulled.

The silver cable thrown by Yuan Qinghang added the weight of several people, and suddenly sank downward. A person at the end of the silver cable swayed and brought the whole silver cable down rapidly.

Chang Yuan'er screamed, and was also slipped by the torrent of spiritual power.

Suddenly, a white figure flashed behind her.

The man lightly supported her with his palm to stabilize her figure, and then, a monstrous sword light was stretched forward, tying the silver rope.

A terrifying force came, and as he raised his sword sharply, Yinsuo flew into the air with several figures.

Yuan Qinghang's silver rope shook in the air, released the huge force, and with quick hands and eyes, he grabbed the belt of the last man and firmly pinned him on the ridge.

But the tall and thin man finally fell down, screaming long and hard, but suddenly stopped.

There was a muffled sound like a ripe melon hitting the ground from the bottom of the valley. It must be that his head hit a protruding rock, his brain burst and his bones shattered.

The incident happened suddenly, and the whole process took only a short while. Several people in distress turned pale, and a younger Shennonggu disciple suddenly let out a "wow" and cried bitterly.

A group of people at the back of the team also stood on the spot, still in shock.

Shang Lang turned back from the thick fog in front, looked at Mu Jiarong behind with a dull expression, and was shocked: "Someone has an accident?"

The weeping little disciple from the Mu family shouted, "Our third senior brother fell off a cliff!"

Mu Jiarong trembled and raised his head suddenly: "You are walking ahead, where did the rock come from?"

Shang Lang was taken aback: "I, I didn't pay attention."

Along the way, there were also many crumbling rocks on the mountain wall, which were disturbed and fell down from time to time, but most of them were gravel. Who would have thought that after they passed, such a huge boulder would suddenly fall down!

Li Qinghong poked out half of his head behind him, and said cautiously: "I... I just passed by that rock, saw it swaying, I was startled, and quickly got out of the way."

Mu Jiarong looked at his timid expression. A moment ago, his cold swipe on the neck suddenly came to mind, and his heart beat wildly.

"You didn't do anything when you saw the rocks shaking?"

Li Qinghong's eyes were full of panic: "Young Master Mu, what do you mean? You, you can't spout blood like this..."

Shang Lang looked at Mu Jiarong in astonishment: "Jiarong, if there is no evidence, how can you talk nonsense?"

Mu Jiarong was angry and impatient: "He has always resented that the third senior brother disrespected him, and threatened him just now!"

Shang Lang turned his head blankly, looking at Li Qinghong.

Li Qinghong met his gaze, and the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red.

He said in a trembling voice: "I walked behind your Mu family, and you said I stood by and did not save people. I avoided suspicion and walked in front, but you said I took the initiative to harm people. Is there anyone in the world as domineering as your Mu family? "

Mu Jiarong blushed, "I..."

Yuan Qinghang took a step, and said coldly: "Okay, stop. How long are you going to stand on this ridge?"

Mu Jiarong finally woke up from the huge shock, and with a few brothers who were still in shock, bowed deeply to Yuan Qinghang and Ning Duo: "Thank you for your help. If it wasn't for you..."

He looked miserable and couldn't speak any more.

If it wasn't for Yuan Qinghang and Ning Duo who were behind to make a quick and decisive decision, it was possible for five members of their Mu family to enter together and he would come back alone.

Ning Duo glanced at him and said, "It's a little effort, don't worry about it."

A group of people went on the road silently, and finally turned over this dangerous ridge.

Ning Duo landed at the end alone, passing the previous section of the road, his eyes flicked to the next mountain wall one by one.

His footsteps became slower and slower, and he finally stopped somewhere, staring for a while with a slightly cold expression.

After the sturgeon was carried, the road was still bumpy, but it was much better than before.

Just watching a living person die in front of their eyes, a group of young people feel heavy, and no one laughs or talks anymore.

When I was thirsty, I took some spirit spring in the water bag, and when I was hungry, I took some pills. After walking like this for a whole day, I stopped at a slightly flat mountainside.

Shang Lang wanted to invite everyone to have dinner together, but Mu Jiarong took his family and built a bonfire far away on the other side, and did not come over.

Yuan Qinghang looked at the shattered crowd, glanced at Li Qinghong's face, and said calmly: "Did you do it?"

There is only the two of them behind the back of the fire, Yuan Qinghang asked such a sudden question, Li Qinghong didn't seem to be surprised, his eyes lowered: "If I say I don't have one, will Brother Young Master believe it?"

Yuan Qinghang said slowly: "If you look into my eyes and say no, I will believe it."

Li Qinghong turned his head to look at him: "If I push down the boulder casually, the people behind will be in danger. Although I hate that fool from the Mu family, I wouldn't ask so many people to be buried with him."

His eyes were gloomy: "Besides, brother young master, you are still behind. Would I disregard your safety?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at him silently, and nodded after a while: "Okay, got it."

Li Qinghong laughed at himself: "You didn't really believe it, did you? In your heart, I'm not as important as those outsiders."

Yuan Qinghang said: "Of course I believe you, but I have to confirm it after all. In this way, when others accuse you for no reason, I will have the confidence to speak for you."

In the distance, Ning Duo and Shang Lang stood side by side, not knowing what they were talking about.

Under the firelight, Shang Lang turned his head, took a quick look at them, and shook his head firmly at Ning Duo.

Ning Duo looked over with him, met Yuan Qinghang's gaze, and nodded lightly.

Yuan Qinghang sighed in his heart.

Last night's gathering and chatting together seemed to have quickly become a thing of the past, and now only estrangement and estrangement, suspicion and anxiety lingered around everyone.

After eating the dry food, the disciples of each family set up their tents early to rest.

Yuan Qinghang was preoccupied, but Li Qinghong seemed to be in a good mood, he took the initiative to set up the tent, and his movements were quick and brisk.

After the two lay down for a while, he got up and said to Yuan Qinghang, "I'll go to make it easier, and I'll come as soon as I go."

The moon was bright and the stars were still thin outside, so he found a leeward rock and opened his front.

As soon as he finished his convenience and straightened his clothes, he was suddenly pushed from behind vigorously by someone. He staggered a few steps and fell into a nearby cave.

A young figure walked forward and stood in front of him.

It was Mu Jiarong.

There was a faint fire in his eyes: "You killed him, didn't you?"

Li Qinghong narrowed his eyes and looked at his slightly childish face: "People are always going to die. For a stupid and stupid person like him, he will die early and be reborn early."

Mu Jiarong was furious, with a flick of his wrist, a soft sword flashed with brilliance, pointing at Li Qinghong: "Then you admit it?"

Li Qinghong's face was shocked: "Young Master Mu, don't talk nonsense. I said he deserved to die, but I didn't say I killed him."

His mouth was watertight, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Seeing it, Mu Jiarong was angry and anxious, and said angrily: "You scratched his neck at him, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Li Qinghong stretched out his fingers lightly, slowly pushed aside the soft sword in front of him, put his mouth close to his ear, and said in a very soft voice, "Or maybe it was you who deserved to die."

Mu Jiarong only felt a layer of goose bumps on his neck, and took a few steps back: "You... what do you mean?"

"You were the one who was hit by the big rock, Young Master Mu." Li Qinghong smiled with malice that couldn't be concealed, "If you didn't dodge, how could he die?"

Mu Jiarong comprehended his meaning, and was stunned for a while, almost in disbelief: "Who... do you want to kill?"

Li Qinghong spread his hands: "Look, you're talking nonsense again. If you want to alleviate your guilt, you don't have to blame others."

Mu Jiarong yelled angrily: "A man, do you dare to do it or not?"

"A manly man? Hee hee, what did Young Master Mu do that is so indomitable?"

He suddenly withdrew his smile, and said darkly: "Look, I'm an outsider who didn't help him, and you say I'm cold-blooded and ruthless. Now that you're right behind him, why don't you just get out of the way?"

He was still laughing with everyone last night, looking cute and gentle. At this moment, he suddenly showed his fangs. Mu Jiarong had never seen such a person who turned his face faster than a book, so he couldn't help but stay on the spot: "You...how can you so?"

Li Qinghong looked at him happily, and said in a vicious voice: "Young Master Mu, you have neither the ability to save people, nor the slightest bit of chivalry, you are obviously selfish and cowardly, yet you still have the face to criticize others?!"

Mu Jiarong felt ashamed and dazed after being robbed by him, and his face turned pale.

After a while, he suddenly yelled, turned around and rushed out.

Li Qinghong looked at Mu Jiarong's back in the night, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

Humming an out-of-tune tune, he walked out of the cave slowly and walked towards the tent.

It was pitch black outside, and the moonlight in the sky illuminated the path under his feet. Suddenly, a faint pressure of spiritual power rushed towards his face.

A snow-white figure stood quietly opposite, and Ning Duo's stern face appeared.