Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

... was in a state of turmoil, when suddenly a wave of spiritual power came from ahead.

The bottom of the lake was originally flat, but at some point, a huge hidden reef appeared.

And behind the shadowy rock with claws and claws, there is a figure in a gorgeous royal blue dress with disheveled hair, holding a long sword, fighting hard in the water of the rock.

But it was Tantai Chao.

Yuan Qinghang stopped his steps and watched carefully. After seeing it, he was secretly surprised.

Tantai Chao's condition is extremely bad.

In front of him was an invisible soldier spirit, menacing and fierce.

Tantai Chao obviously didn't get it to take the initiative to recognize the master, and now he is trying to forcibly subdue it.However, the bottom of the lake is still under the suppression of the rules of the ancient formation, and the spiritual power that can be used is limited. If relying on spiritual knowledge to compete with this sword soul, Tantai Chao does not seem to have the upper hand.

Looking carefully, he has scattered sword skills and crazy eyes.

Yuan Qinghang couldn't help taking a few steps forward, but just as soon as he moved, Tan Taichao's eyes quickly swept over.

"Don't move! If you want to reap the benefits of the fisherman, be careful not to break your baby teeth!" He hissed.

Across the water waves, Yuan Qinghang didn't hear his words very clearly, but seeing his crazy face, he knew there was nothing good to say, so he shook his head.

He turned around, and was about to avoid suspicion and leave, when suddenly, the sword spirit in front of Tantai Chao's fierce light surged.

Tantai Chao's body twisted sharply, his spiritual consciousness concentrated sharply, collided violently with the stabbing sword intent, and was instantly twisted in one place.

The next moment, his face turned blood red, and the blood in his eyes grew.

But he didn't dare to withdraw his consciousness. At this time, when the soul power of the sword intent on the opposite side confronted his consciousness, whoever flinched first would be seriously injured.

This kind of competition of spiritual power can only tell the winner in an instant. Yuan Qinghang only took a single glance, and he has already seen that Tan Taiming is in an extremely dangerous situation.

With force on his feet, he rushed away, and quickly struck out a heart-cleaning talisman in his hand, and along the water flow, he threw it between Tantai Chao's eyebrows.

The silver cord in the white jade fan whirled out at the same time, twisting out pieces of water waves, entangled with the sword intent on the side.

This move was obviously intended to share the pressure on Tantai Chao, but he was in a hurry, rushed over like crazy, and attacked Yuan Qinghang's vest: "Get out!"

This sword soul is powerful in combat, but his spiritual consciousness has been damaged but he doesn't know it, and the illusion in his heart is spinning around like a lantern.

For a while, it was Yu Wenli's complacent look, and for a while, he was depressed by being suppressed by his sister. At first glance, Yuan Qinghang rushed over, and he thought that this person was mean and shameless, and wanted to take advantage of the fire. Killing intent.

Yuan Qinghang didn't expect that his mind was already confused, and he was caught off guard by a sword in his back.

Although the spiritual power on the sword was extremely weak and he had armor on his body, Tantai Chao was holding a sharp blade after all, and this stab immediately caused a wound on his back.

In the water waves, a blood flower appeared and rose up.

When Tantai Chao saw the blood, he finally had such a moment of clarity, his hand stopped, and the tip of the sword could no longer stab.

Conquering the sword intent was originally extremely dangerous, but this moment of distraction, the power of the opposite sword intent suddenly increased, and it invaded his brain in one fell swoop.

Tantai Chao was stunned for a moment, suddenly his eyeballs bulged, and his body trembled violently!

Yuan Qinghang's back was in severe pain, but in the end he couldn't see him dying in front of him, he opened the white jade black gold fan in his hand, and slapped Tantai Chao hard on his chest.

Tan Taichao was slapped by the fan so blood spurted wildly, his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

A thought "my life is over" involuntarily came to his mind, but at the same moment, a cool feeling in his chest rushed straight to his mind along the pulse of his heart, instantly cutting off the attack of the sword intent in his mind.

The stasis spurted out, and the depression and anxiety in his heart also immediately decreased, and the blood in his eyes slowly faded.

That ferocious sword intent also seemed to feel that the new enemy in front of him was not easy to provoke. It circled in the water, and suddenly turned around and fled.

Yuan Qinghang snorted coldly, and the silver rope flew out, strangled the sword intent, and forcibly pulled it back.

He quickly swam up to Tantaichao, grabbed the sword in his hand with one hand, struck out the talisman, and sealed the sword intent into Tantaichao's sword.

Tantaichao froze at the bottom of the water, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Yuan Qinghang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and threw his sword back with his backhand, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The sword wound on his back was not serious, and he casually put a hemostatic plaster on his back while walking carelessly on the bottom of the lake.

After a while, the pain disappeared, but after wandering around, there was nothing to gain.

The soldier spirits he encountered were not to his liking, like the one Tantai Chao met just now, although they were powerful in battle, they were too open and clear, even if they were given to him, he would not be interested at all.

Without the bracelet to protect his body, his body was getting colder and colder. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, and walked towards the shore along the direction of the current.

Coming up from the water, many people have already come out of the water on the shore.

The blessing whale boat of the Mu family stopped at the shore, and Mu Jiarong and several senior brothers gathered together, all of them with joyful faces.

The soft sword in Mu Jiarong's hand changed from being devoid of aura to radiant and full of pride and disdain.

On the hilt of the sword, there were also two brand new seal characters: "Li Zhu"!

Yuan Qinghang leaned over with a smile and looked at his sword hilt: "Congratulations, Mr. Mu. The pearl of a thousand gold is in the abyss of nine layers, and under Lilong's jaw, it must be an elegant and noble thing." (See note )

Although Mu Jiarong was afraid and hated Li Qinghong, but he didn't know the good and the bad, he remembered Yuan Qinghang's friendship to save his fellow disciples, and hurriedly said: "It just so happens that I meet a sword soul that I like and take the initiative to recognize the master, good luck That's all."

As a medical practitioner, he has always been inferior in combat effectiveness. Although the soft sword he carries is also of precious material, but he can be recognized as the master by the soldier soul. This combat effectiveness has doubled, so how can he not be happy?

He looked at Yuan Qinghang, hesitantly: "Where is Mr. Li?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled and shook his head: "Bad luck."

He looked around: "No one else came up?"

Mu Jiarong pointed to the cliff in the distance: "Brother Shang also has a chance, and went to compete with Brother Yuwen with a sword."

Yuan Qinghang laughed dumbfounded: "Why are you avoiding people?"

A disciple of the Mu family said enviously: "He said that this sword is too powerful, and he was afraid that he would not be able to control it for a while, and it would be bad if it hurt someone, so he only dared to compare it with Brother Yuwen."

Yuan Qinghang let out a "wow", feeling sincerely: "Is it so cruel? Brother Shang is also lucky."

While talking, there was a wave on the lake, Tantai Chao stepped on the waves and finally floated up.

Tantaiyun was worried about her elder brother, seeing him finally come up, and seeing the brilliance of the sword in his hand, she was even more happy, a group of disciples from the Tantai family gathered around, congratulating and inquiring.

Tan Taichao's face turned red, his eyes searched around in the crowd, and settled on Yuan Qinghang's face, with a complicated expression, both ashamed and hesitant.

Yuan Qinghang knew what he was thinking, smiled, and quietly made a "cover tightly" gesture on his mouth.

Although Tan Taichao has always had a natural hostility towards him, for some reason, he somehow feels that this person is trustworthy. Seeing him make this gesture, he finally relaxed and forced a smile to the people around him: "This time I'm lucky." , it took a lot of effort to make this sword willingly accept the master."

He waved his hand to the side casually, and a violent sword energy shot out vertically and horizontally. The big rock was split into pieces in an instant, and the next moment, the pieces were shattered into fine powder.

Yuan Qinghang's ingenious talisman not only helped him subdue the soul of the sword, but also forced out its real name. Now there are two faint gold characters on the hilt of his sword.

"Fu Tiger".

Everyone just secretly laughed at him for his incompetence, but now they are all at a loss for words, thinking in their hearts: "Although Mr. Yuwen got the opportunity first, this one from the Tantai family is not bad. In this way, the two families will have to fight openly and secretly. Competing?"

At this moment, the west side of Zhisha Lake, which was calm in the distance, suddenly had waves.

It was almost dusk, and the west side of the lake was where Wujin fell, and the red sunset glow was surging and flowing in the distance, against the suddenly treacherous water surface, there was a kind of thrilling beauty.

Half of the lake is green and half of it is golden red.

In those two completely different colors, a terrifying sword intent shot out into the sky, stirring up thousands of waves and stirring up countless pieces of gold.

A figure flew out of the lake following the sword intent, the sword in his hand was completely different from the past, and swung a huge sword intent between the sky and the earth.

Looking at that sword intent, for some reason, everyone seemed to feel a kind of extreme sadness in their hearts.

This sadness filled the world and pierced everyone's heart.

Yuan Qinghang stared at the west, his whole body was stiff.

Although separated by vast mist and miles of land, he shouldn't have been able to clearly see the name on the sword, but two words that couldn't be more clear suddenly came to his mind.

"Should regret".

With Yinghuijian born, will those bloody storms be far behind?

……

The night is dark, there is no moon or star tonight.

The disciples of all the immortal sects have already landed one after another, sitting in familiar circles, lighting a fire and eating in silence.

No one spoke, and it seemed that everyone's eyes were a little averted.

Yuan Qinghang threw a elixir to replenish physical strength into his mouth, and looked suspiciously at the members of the Sky Sect not far away.

Ning Duo's back was sitting upright like a pine tree, as if turning a blind eye to the abnormalities around him, but Yuan Qinghang could clearly feel that the brothers around him seemed to be in a state of anxiety.

He observed for a while, but found nothing. He looked up and saw Chang Yuaner and two female cultivators from Lingwu Hall sitting on the side, and hurriedly got up and went over.

"Did Miss Chang gain anything this time?"

Chang Yuan'er shook her head, her round dimples appeared annoyed: "My cultivation base is too low, I didn't go underwater for long, and my whole body became cold, so I had to come up."

Yuan Qinghang laughed and said, "May I have a look at Miss Chang's soft whip?"

Chang Yuan'er didn't know why, with a flick of her wrist, the soft whip around her waist flew out: "What?"

The Yuanqing Hang white jade fan flicked, and the silver rope flew out. The soft whip and the silver rope were drawn in a straight line, trembling slightly, and twisted together.

The color of the soft whip is pitch black, and his silver cords are gleaming with silver light. The contrast between the rigid and the soft is sharp.

Although Yuan Qinghang's back was facing the Cangqiong faction, for some reason, he suddenly felt a gaze on his back, and he couldn't tell whether it was cold or hot.

Chang Yuan'er's eyes suddenly widened as she felt a certain idea coming from the opposite side.

A moment later, the soft whip shook suddenly, and it flew into the air like a spirit snake.

Hovered a few times arrogantly in the air, and then plunged straight down again, and landed in Chang Yuan'er's hands, hanging down limply.

The word "Caichun" flashed and was printed on the handle of Chang Yuan'er's soft whip.

Chang Yuaner was both surprised and delighted: "Brother Li! This is..."

"It likes you." Yuan Qinghang accepted the silver cable with a smile, "Congratulations, Miss Chang."

Chang Yuan'er felt uneasy, and said in a low voice, "But this is too expensive..."

Yuan Qinghang said with a smile: "Conch pearls are equally valuable, and Miss Chang is also generous."

Seeing this situation, the crowd watching at the side were all envious and jealous, and many young girls even thought to themselves: "If this girl Chang is not the daughter of the head of the Haiqing Sect, who is also beautiful and lovely, how could she be so beautiful?" Someone hand over the soldier soul they got?"

Yuan Qinghang sat down again, and looked aside anxiously.

Ning Duo's back was straight, and in the cold flames of the fire, his stern side face and long eyelashes drooped were clearly reflected.

Yuan Qinghang asked Li Ji beside him in a low voice: "What's wrong with the members of the Cangqiong Sect?"

Others have a chance, whether it is Mu Jiarong who automatically recognizes the master, or Yu Wenli who forcibly subdues the soldier soul, they all get a heartfelt envy, but after Ning got back, there were even few people who came forward to flatter him.

Even the disciples of the Cang Qiong Sect all had strange expressions.

Li Ji seemed more shocked than him: "You...you don't know the origin of 'should regret'?"

Yuan Qinghang was stunned: "What? I don't know!"

With his embarrassing identity, after time travel, not only does he not have any cheats, but he doesn't even know some basic settings, he is not as good as a local aborigine!

He only knew that Ning Duo finally held a famous sword called "Yinghui", but he really didn't know its origin. It was really weird to see how these people avoided talking about it.

He tentatively asked: "What kind of evil thing can't make it?"

It shouldn't be.In the Zhisha lake, there are many famous immortal artifacts, so how can there be any bad things?

Chang Yuan'er said quietly: "It's not an evil thing, it's better than an evil thing."

Yuan Qinghang blinked: "Ancient things?"

Chang Yuaner's face showed a trace of hesitation: "Whether it is considered ancient, the master of this soldier soul... has only been dead for more than ten years."

Yuan Qinghang stared at her, suddenly a bad premonition jumped out in his heart.

Only ten years? !

On the side, Li Ji lowered his voice: "The owner of Yinghui Sword is the one who was notorious and expelled from the Cangqiong Sect."

Looking at Yuan Qinghang's shocked face, he sighed: "Yes, the owner of this sword is Ning Wanfeng."

As soon as Yuan Qinghang moved his body, he wanted to stand up, but he stopped abruptly.

what happened!Yinghui sword, is it the sword used by Ning Wanfeng during his lifetime?

Did Ning Duo inherit his uncle's sword intent?

Li Ji was still nagging: "Speaking of which, he is also the junior uncle of the Cangqiong Sect. Tsk tsk, it's just embarrassing."

Yuan Qinghang couldn't help asking: "Where is the embarrassment? Isn't it a good talk for the elders to recognize the younger generation and grant the inheritance of sword intent?"

A disciple of Lingwu Sect leaned over: "Xianjun Li, that's not what you said..."

Yuan Qinghang stared at him: "If you don't say that, how should you say it?"

The man shrank his neck: "Although Ning Wanfeng was stunningly talented in his lifetime, but later he fell into the magic way, and his sword intent must have been polluted. To be recognized by this kind of soldier soul, doesn't it mean that Ning Duo Xianjun's heart is also... ..."

"You fart!" An angry voice suddenly came from behind them.

Everyone was startled, turned their heads in a hurry, and saw Shang Lang standing behind them with a pile of firewood in his hand, his eyebrows raised.

He usually has a bright and sunny personality, never puts on the airs of a child from a great sect, and has always been very popular, but at this moment he is very emotional: "The sword intent left by the elders is very cordial when meeting younger generations of the same sect, so he readily accepts the master , what's so strange?"

Li Ji hurriedly jumped up and kicked the little junior brother who was talking: "What are you talking about? Although Ning Wanfeng is a terrible person, his cultivation base and combat power are incomparable. His sword intent can recognize Ning Xiaofeng. Xianjun, naturally because of sympathy..."

As soon as the words came out, I felt that it was still wrong, and quickly apologized with a smile: "No, no, it's not sympathy, it's recognition of Ning Xiaoxianjun's cultivation."

Shang Lang's face became even uglier, his handsome brows were full of gloom, he glared at them, and strode away.

Running to the Cangqiong faction, he threw the firewood on the ground ferociously, and started to light the fire.

Ning Duo sat on the side, glanced at him, bowed his head and said something softly, Shang Lang blushed, and turned his head angrily to look at Yuan Qinghang.

Yuan Qinghang stared blankly at Ning Duo's profile, feeling confused.

After thinking for a while, he asked: "Since Ning Wanfeng switched to the Demon Sect and has a mean heart, why did his sword soul appear in Zhisha Lake?"

Everyone around the campfire was taken aback.

Li Ji scratched his head: "The direction where the sword intent came out of the water just now is on the westernmost side of Zhisha Lake. Look, it means it is also repelled."

Yuan Qinghang intuitively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't refute it. After thinking about it for a while, he asked again: "When did you get the name Yinghui?"

The weapons used by monks were all dead objects at the beginning. At this time, most people would not give it a name.

Only after fighting side by side with the weapons in your hands for a long time can you nourish your spirituality with blood and fighting spirit.As for condensing the soul, it must at least reach the middle and late stages of Jindan.

But in any case, the name of the soldier soul is either in line with the master's will or in line with the master's disposition, and there is absolutely no meaningless name.

So what is the reason for the word "should regret"?

Li Ji exchanged glances with the people around him, and said affirmatively: "Ning Wanfeng's sword has a name, and it was after he became enchanted."

Someone whispered: "It can be seen that there is still a bit of shame. Isn't this name just regretting one's mistakes and mistakes, so that it is difficult to turn back, and regrets too late?"

Yuan Qinghang glanced lightly at the person who spoke: "Senior Ning Wanfeng's life was so turbulent, with ups and downs, there must be a lot of regrets. It may not be because of such a simple reason."

"Ah... As a cultivator of the Xianmen, in the end, his reputation will be ruined and his life and dao will disappear. Isn't this the most regrettable thing?"

Yuan Qinghang stared at Zhisha Lake, which was pitch-black in the distance, and the killing intent was still compelling, and shook his head for a while.

"Fame, life and death are extremely important in life, but sometimes, in some people's hearts, there may be some things that are far more important than them."

Li Ji asked blankly, "Then what else?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "Who knows. Morality and promises, friendship and love, which one is not more important than Mount Tai?"

The night was dark, and the silver patterns on his black clothes were faintly flowing. Because of this faint smile, his handsome eyebrows were as bright as a white tan blooming in the dark night: "You will truly regret if you hurt those more important things."

……

The lakeside was bitterly cold, and most people’s energy had been exhausted by going into the water during the day, so all the tents were set up early and tightly sealed.

Li Qinghong was not there, Yuan Qinghang was occupying a tent by himself, and was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, when suddenly there were a few "plopping" sounds in his ears, and someone gently knocked on the animal skeleton of the tent.

"Come out to enjoy the moon?" The voice of the people outside was cold.

Yuan Qinghang jumped up.

He raised the door curtain, bent halfway, and looked at the dark sky outside the ancient formation: "Ning Xianjun, do you know how to watch the sky at night, and predict that the moon will appear later?"

Ning Duo's eyes were calm, with a faint light flickering in his eyes: "It's not possible."

Yuan Qinghang sighed, stretched out his hand and pulled him into the tent: "Come on, let's have a long talk here. Don't go out to blow the air, I'm very cold."

Ning Duoduan was sitting right across from him, and took off the shining bracelet from his wrist: "Thank you, return it to you."

Yuan Qinghang took it and put it back on his wrist again. The two identical bracelets were closed to form one.

"Thanks to this strange treasure, I don't feel that it has enough firepower when I wear it on my hand, but it is extremely effective when it is placed in a place with strong yin energy." Ning Duo said solemnly.

Yuan Qinghang said with a smile: "After all, it is a birth gift from my uncle, so there must be something extraordinary about it."

Ning Duo stared at the bracelet on his wrist, and suddenly said: "We were born only a few months apart, and then each of us got one."

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback.

Ning Duo spoke nonsensically, but he immediately understood what he meant, and his heart skipped a beat.

"You mean, this thing has never been separated before." He murmured, "Could it be that your uncle gave it to my uncle when he came to defect to the Demon Sect?"

Ning Duo was silent for a while: "No."

"Why not? When your uncle comes to defect to the Demon Sect, there must be a certificate of recognition or a meeting gift."

Ning Duo shook his head slowly: "I have inquired about the exact time in private. My uncle betrayed the sect and joined the Demon Sect after you were born. If you got this right after you were born, he wouldn't have given it to you."

Yuan Qinghang frowned, and suddenly blurted out: "Is there another possibility?"

"what?"

"What if they knew each other before this?" Yuan Qinghang's eyes sparkled, as if he saw some direction in the mist, "Could it be that they met and gave gifts first, and then your uncle went to find an old friend when he had nowhere to go? Does everything make sense?"

Ning Duo raised his head impressively, his eyes were strange: "You mean, my uncle has long colluded with your Demon Sect?"

Yuan Qinghang stared at him, his face sank: "What is collusion? Why, is it shameful to meet my uncle?"

Ning Duo tightly shut his mouth.

Yuan Qinghang didn't know why, but felt an inexplicable annoyance in his heart. He gritted his teeth and stood up: "Ning Xianjun, you are meeting with the young master of the Demon Sect right now at night. Is this considered to be a secret, unclear?"

Ning Duo lowered his head. For some reason, there was a strange reddish color on his handsome face: "There is no darkness... Late at night or during the day, I have never avoided people."

Yuan Qinghang said angrily: "In short, you just think that your uncle is pure and clean, and his virtue has been tarnished by my uncle, a big devil!"