Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

At this moment, the sun was setting, and in the ancient formation, the brilliance of black gold was dim, and it sprinkled down the cliff in the dark red clouds, reflecting the glittering golden ring in his hair, which made the young man look like jade, handsome and agile.

Ning Duo looked at him, his frown that had been slightly furrowed finally relaxed.

Staring at Yuan Qinghang, he said in harmony: "Is everything going well?"

Yuan Qinghang took the silver rope, shook his head and walked over: "It's not going well. I met a few soldier spirits and tried it. Although I could subdue them, they didn't quite suit me, so I gave up all of them."

Ning Duo nodded: "If you can't communicate with each other, just give up if you give up."

The disciples of various sects nearby were silent.

At the foot of Broken Soul Cliff, there are all demon cultivators' former soldiers' souls.Nurturing by years of demonic energy, I am afraid that all of them are fierce and evil. If ordinary people want to subdue one, they will risk damage to their consciousness and death, just like Chen Qiyou, who has not been heard from until now. More bad luck than good luck.

If ordinary people say this, everyone must secretly curse in their hearts for bragging, but when it comes out of his mouth, for some reason, no one does not believe it.

Whether it is the Shuzong Grand Competition or the Medicine Sect Grand Competition, with the two uncrowned kings in his body, no matter what he says, it seems that it is difficult to make people suspicious.

Yuan Qinghang himself also felt vaguely regretful, turned his head to look at Li Qinghong, and was startled when he saw the dagger in his hand.

Looking at Ning Duo again, he raised his eyebrows and asked in doubt, "You just said... that he is not allowed to leave your side?"

Ning Duo said softly: "Yes. There is one thing that he can't leave until the truth comes to light."

Yuan Qinghang's heart sank.

He quickly glanced at Li Qinghong, and asked Ning Duo in a very soft voice: "Shall I go find you at night?"

Ning Duo was silent for a while, but shook his head: "No need. We'll talk about it when we get out."

There was only the last night left in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Blades, and telling him now would only cause him more troubles and keep him up all night.

On one side, Yu Wenli had been quietly observing the crowd, and finally stepped forward, reaching out to pat Yuan Qinghang.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Li Xiaoxian must be tired too. It's getting late, everyone rest early, so that we can go out safely tomorrow."

……

Late at night.

Yuan Qinghang quietly walked out of the simple tent and walked towards a huge rock in the west.

Misty thick fog cruising around, and at night, the devilish energy is even more dense, curling up from the bottom of the cliff, and after being sucked into the body, it can't help but make people feel dizzy.

All the people took the detoxification medicine they brought, and fell asleep peacefully in the tent at this time.

Yuan Qinghang casually threw another pill into his mouth, like chewing a jelly bean, walked behind the rocks and looked with his head.

No one is empty.

Just as he was about to turn around, a silent murderous intent suddenly approached and pressed against his waist and eyes.

Yuan Qinghang's spine suddenly tightened, feeling this strange sword energy, and remained motionless.

The people behind him were also very patient and did not show up. They handed the weapon forward a little, and their voice was hoarse and vague, cold: "Dare to go to the appointment alone, the young master of the Demon Sect is really courageous."

Ever since Yuan Qinghang showed up at Xianmen, no one had called him that. This sound was like thunder, and it contained countless messages.

But Yuan Qinghang didn't seem surprised.

He didn't look back, but said leisurely: "As expected, I guessed it was you."

The man seemed to be taken aback: "Do you know who I am?"

Yuan Qinghang gently pressed the white jade and black gold fan, and said: "The young master of the Mu family is pure and innocent, brother Li Ji of Lingwu hall is straightforward, and Shang Lang is a fool who is not good at suspicion. The rest who have a little contact with me, but There are not many people left."

He said in a relaxed tone: "Tantai Chao's eyes are higher than the top, but he is a bit stupid. Who else can find clues and doubt my identity, except for the resourceful Mr. Yuwen?"

The people behind him were silent for a moment, and the strong sword energy finally faded away.

Behind the thick rocks, a figure in white turned out, with long eyebrows slantingly flying into the temples, and phoenix eyes with romantic and affectionate eyes.

Sure enough, it was Yu Wenli.

Yuan Qinghang turned his wrist, revealing a thin flat note with a line of small characters on it.

The handwriting is chic and elegant, but the meaning is clearly threatening: "At the beginning of Zishi, the young master of the Demon Sect was waiting behind the huge rock beside the cliff. If you don't keep the appointment, something will happen tomorrow."

He said: "After much deliberation, Mr. Yuwen is the only one who touched my body today. This note was sent to my pocket when you patted me on the shoulder?"

Yu Wenli smiled: "Young Master Yuan is really smart, I admire you very much."

Yuan Qinghang laughed: "Mr. Yuwen, you are welcome. You are still smarter."

Ning Duo had a deep relationship with him since he was a child, so it's not unusual to recognize him, but Shang Lang met him once when he was a child, but he still doesn't know it.

This Yu Wenli, who had never had any contact with him, was able to see through his origins. No matter what, it was an extremely terrifying thing.

Yu Wenli sighed: "Young Master Yuan has made it difficult for everyone to hide it."

Yuan Qinghang also sighed, but he sighed more sincerely than him: "Mr. Yuwen is so considerate, he must understand that the opportunity to enter the tomb is monopolized by your immortal sect. It is only a last resort to take such painstaking efforts to conceal your identity."

Yu Wenli's expression turned cold: "Evil devils heretics, everyone can get them and punish them. If I let you go today, your skill will improve greatly in the future, and it will definitely be a disaster for the immortal sect."

Yuan Qinghang blinked: "What does Mr. Yuwen want?"

The sword in Yuwenli's hand suddenly struck out again, this time, not from behind, but directly pointed at Yuan Qinghang's heart.

The sword shone with a dark light in the night, and it seemed to carry an aura of both righteousness and evil: "Of course I will kill you to avoid future troubles."

Yuan Qinghang looked down at the sword, and felt that the sword was indescribably weird, but he couldn't find a clue as to what was so weird.

The handle of the fan in his hand moved slightly: "Master Yuwen thinks that with the blessing of the soldier soul, he can easily kill me?"

Yu Wenli glanced at his hand.

Those white hands were pressing somewhere on the fan bone, their fingers were slender and their complexion was crystal clear, but they also seemed to carry a vague murderous intent.

Yuwen's inner fear finally gained the upper hand.

Although he has a sword spirit by his side, Yuan Qinghang is good at poison, and in close combat, if he uses some subtle means, it will be extremely difficult to guard against.

Yuan Qinghang stared at him, and said again: "If you really want to get rid of me, you should inform all the disciples of the immortal sect overnight to surround and kill me and my junior brother together."

Yu Wenli moved forward slowly with the tip of the sword: "Or maybe I want to get the first shot at killing the young master of the Demon Sect?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head and said with a smile: "Young Master Yuwen is not a person who is greedy for merit and advances aggressively, but he is very sorry for his life. If you can't kill me, and you are injured and disabled by poison, the gain outweighs the loss."

Yu Wenli stared at him, and finally withdrew his sword.

The cold threat on his face disappeared without a trace, and his smile was like a spring breeze blowing on his face: "Speaking to a smart person like Young Master Yuan, it really saves my worries."

With his hands behind his back, he made an unguarded gesture to Yuan Qinghang: "Then sit down and talk?"

Yuan Qinghang nodded happily, found a flat rock on the spot, and sat down cross-legged: "Sit, I will listen carefully."

Sitting back to sit, his fingers never left the handle of the fan, and even blatantly knocked on the stone beside him: "Oh, the mechanism is not working well recently, and the control of poison is not precise enough."

Yu Wenli: "..."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him kindly: "What does Mr. Yuwen want to talk about?"

Yu Wenli's eyes flickered slightly: "Tantai Chao is suddenly very courteous to Young Master Yuan, may I ask why?"

Yuan Qinghang blinked: "Perhaps he suddenly felt that I was very useful, why not show it to me so as not to be wooed away by the opponent. Just like Mr. Yuwen at the moment?"

Yu Wenli stared at him without saying a word.

With a smile on his face, Yuan Qinghang looked at Yu Wenli's vigilant eyes, and his heart was clear.

The Shu sects of Xianmen are headed by two sects.

Nantantai and Beiyuwen are almost divided into two parts of the world.Not to mention each other's fear of each other, there is naturally a competitive relationship in terms of the resources required for various spells.

But among the juniors of this generation, the brothers and sisters of the Tantai family are all outstanding, while the Yuwen family has only one outstanding disciple, Yu Wenli, so it seems that they are naturally weaker.

As for this Mr. Yuwen, it seems that he is not someone who is content with being suppressed.

Yu Wenli narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly: "Tantai Chao definitely doesn't know your identity. If I tell you, I can give him a hat for colluding with the Demon Sect."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "I don't have a deep friendship with him, Mr. Yuwen, please feel free. You Xianzong is fighting, I am a member of the Demon Sect, and I am very happy to see it."

Yu Wenli said: "Just now you also commented that Tantai Chao is a bit stupid. If you associate with stupid people, you might be implicated. Why don't you think about it, Young Master Yuan, and get closer to smart people?"

Yuan Qinghang nodded happily: "You are right, I think Miss Tantai is relatively smart."

He just refused to answer Yu Wenli's words, Yu Wenli could only smile wryly, and pointed to his nose: "Young Master Yuan, there seems to be a smart man here."

He is usually more intelligent, and has no disadvantages when interacting with people. Today, he is a little helpless when he meets Yuan Qinghang, who is not good at anything.

Yuan Qinghang finally laughed out loud: "Young Master Yuwen is too modest, I'm just worried that if I deal with someone who is too smart, I will suffer a disadvantage."

Yu Wenli shook his head lightly: "We don't have to beat around the bush anymore. I have a small suggestion, Young Master Yuan might as well listen to it."

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "Well, listen."

"The Mozong has two young geniuses all of a sudden, and they have made such a high-profile appearance, and they must have a plan." Yu Wenli stared at him, and said slowly.

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "I said that there is no picture, but you don't believe it anyway. Then just think that our picture is very big, and you continue."

Yu Wenli nodded: "There was a bloody battle between Xianmen and Mozong 20 years ago, and the various sects suffered heavy casualties. Your uncle..."

He paused, and said euphemistically: "Unfortunately, he died."

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "Yes, everyone is miserable."

With the faint starlight shining down from the sky, his bright eyes seemed to be flickering, and it seemed that it was just a pity.

Yu Wenli also couldn't figure out what he meant, so he could only continue: "After you leave the Wanren Tomb, it must be the time to act?"

Yuan Qinghang couldn't help but laugh: "Young Master Yuwen, if you want to be so suspicious, I can't help it."

Yu Wenli was silent for a while, then said: "Then I'll just say it straight - the Yuwen family is thin now, and the old man is getting old, if there are any disputes between immortals and demons, bloody storms, our Yuwen family will never want to get involved. "

When he mentioned Yu Wenhan, Yuan Qinghang couldn't help but move.

When Ji Banxia came, he also told him not to have conflicts with Yuwen's family. Mr. Yuwenhan was also quite friendly to him. If he said that, he really didn't need to spoil the relationship with Yuwenli.

He pondered for a moment: "I can guarantee this, as long as you don't take the initiative to provoke, our Demon Sect will never trouble the Yuwen family."

Yu Wenli relaxed slightly: "That would be the best."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said, "Then it's settled?"

Yu Wenli couldn't get up, and pondered: "In the future, if Young Master Yuan needs any help, you can also talk to me in private. There may not be no opportunities for cooperation."

Yuan Qinghang raised his head suddenly, his eyes were sharp: "Young Master Yuwen, you mean, are you willing to secretly collude with our Demon Sect?"

Yu Wenli's face was gentle: "There's no need to say it so harshly. If it doesn't violate the principle, I can do my best."

Yuan Qinghang stared at his handsome and gentle face: "For example, if we want to attack the Tantai family, then Mr. Yuwen can probably help inform the news and plan the layout together?"

Yu Wenli caressed his scabbard lightly, and the strong sword energy overflowed a bit: "Then why not wait until Young Master Yuan needs it, and then discuss it in detail."

The handle of the white jade and black gold fan from Yuan Qinghang tapped the palm of his hand lightly, with a calm expression, neither close nor alienated: "Mr. Yuwen, you and I have different positions. I have no habit of trusting a stranger, and I am even more afraid of being sold out. Self-knowledge."

Yu Wenli smiled: "It's okay, I'm just showing my kindness. Young Master Yuan has doubts for a while, so I can understand."

Yuan Qinghang waved his hands with a smile: "For cooperation or something, don't worry about it. I'm afraid that like my uncle, people who believe in Xianzong will end up dead."

He stood up, bowed his hands to Yu Wenli, and was about to leave when Yu Wenli suddenly spoke.

"Does Young Master Yuan only trust Ning Xianjun?"

Yuan Qinghang's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He turned his back to Yuwenli: "Our Demon Sect and the Cangqiong Sect have a deep blood feud."

Yu Wenli seemed to chuckle, but finally stopped speaking.

……

Yuan Qinghang's face darkened slightly, and he strode back to the tent.

Damn it, even an outsider feels that he and Ning Tuo are too close.

When his identity is revealed in the future, will those people from Xianzong throw sewage on Ning Duo's head?

In the tent, Li Qinghong curled up in a corner alone.

Yuan Qinghang lay down in his clothes, and was preoccupied when he suddenly felt a chill in his ears.

He quietly opened his eyes and looked aside.

Under Li Qinghong's pillow, the end of the dagger was exposed, and a wisp of indistinct black air was uncontrollably dispersing.

Yuan Qinghang frowned and moved towards him silently.

The night pearls were scattered in the corners of the tent, emitting a faint pearly light.

In the halo, the word "Tu Ling" on the handle of the dagger seemed to have life, and in the thin wisp of black air, it showed a strange evil spirit and strangeness.

Yuan Qinghang frowned more and more tightly, and was about to reach out to grab the dagger, but Li Qinghong who was curled up at the side suddenly moved violently.

His face was flushed, and under the reflection of the pearls around him, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"No... I didn't want to kill you... You forced me!" His eyes rolled quickly under his eyelids, he muttered to himself, and his breathing became rapid, obviously he was caught in some kind of terrible nightmare .

Yuan Qinghang was startled, and the hand that was grabbing the dagger stopped.