Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Shang Lang was taken aback, and turned his face quickly: "Ah, why are you here, Jiarong?"

Mu Jiarong's eyes were red with anger: "I'm not here, how can I hear you talking bad things behind your back?"

Shang Lang became more and more embarrassed, and hurriedly apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm not suspicious of you, I just think everyone is targeting him..."

Mu Jiarong sneered: "I just don't think he is a good person, so what? You are the only one who sees everyone as a good person every day!"

Shang Lang scratched his head in embarrassment: "Jiarong, you are better!"

Mu Jiarong said angrily: "I don't want to be a good person, but you don't want to ruin my reputation behind my back. You can ask Brother Yuwen, have I ever talked to him?"

Yu Wenli smiled bitterly: "Brother Shang, it is true that Young Master Mu never said anything to me."

Shang Lang was even more embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to pull Mu Jiarong's sleeve in a fawning manner: "Okay, it's my fault, it's my villainous heart that judges a gentleman's belly, Jiarong, you are so petty..."

When Mu Jiarong heard him say that he was young, he was even more annoyed.

With a flick of the "Lizhu" soft sword in his hand, he quickly slashed at his sleeve, with a "hiss", half of the emerald green sleeve split.

He stamped his foot hard, turned and ran.

Shang Lang was holding a small half of his sleeve in a daze, and turned to look at Yu Wenli: "Brother Yu Wen, hurry up and judge, why is Jiarong like this? Just such a trivial matter, is he going to cut off my robe?"

……

late at night.

After finally getting out of the Ten Thousand Blade Tombs, which had a difficult environment, they suddenly fell into this misty formation, and after running around during the day, they were all exhausted and in a bad mood.

But no matter how tired they were, they all knew that this night was the most dangerous. Several sects got together and arranged for the strongest spiritual powers to take turns to watch the night, while the rest rested for the time being.

When the first two shifts were on duty, Shang Lang then changed shifts in the middle of the night.

When the time came, he got up quietly by himself and replaced Tantai Chao from the previous round. After the two had a brief conversation, Shang Lang stood alone in the outer circle.

In the evil formation, everything seemed to be covered, and there was no breeze.

The vast white mist during the day has become thick and dark at this moment, accumulating heavily under the feet, with a stream of damp moisture.

Shang Lang was watching the distance vigilantly, when suddenly someone behind him whispered: "It's useless to watch the night. If someone attacks, there are too many methods available, and there is no need to show up."

When Shang Lang turned his head, Li Qinghong was standing behind him with a pale face.

"But you can't be completely unprepared." Shang Lang scratched his head, "Go to sleep, if something really dangerous happens later, you will have the physical strength to deal with it."

Li Qinghong's face was dull, looking at the endless night ahead: "...I can't sleep."

Shang Lang looked at his pointed chin, which seemed to be a little thinner, and said cautiously: "Still worried about your senior brother? He is so capable, maybe he really got out of trouble."

Li Qinghong grinned lightly, as if smiling, but his expression seemed uglier than crying.

"But my brother... is actually a fool."

The night was dark and foggy, pressing on his thin body, the black and silver patterned clothes seemed even thinner.

Shang Lang stretched out his hand to untie the Consonance animal skin cloak on his body, and put it on Li Qinghong's shoulders.

Li Qinghong looked at the evenly colored, smooth and supple cloak, and did not move in a daze, and said in a low voice for a while: "They all suspect me and hate me, why...you want to be so nice to me?"

Like a magic trick, Shang Lang took out a small white jade porcelain bottle in his hand, and threw a small pill like a sugar pill into his mouth: "Didn't you treat me the same?"

It was the bottle of elixir that Li Qinghong had given him to clear the fire and treat scorching blisters.

Li Qinghong was slightly taken aback: "...It's not some valuable medicine."

Shang Lang bared his teeth and smiled: "Whether it's worth it or not is another matter, as long as it works! Every time Jiarong brings a meeting gift, they are all precious medicines, but there is no cure for this simple fire."

Seeing that Li Qinghong didn't speak, he patted Li Qinghong on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, I just can't see people bullying others for no reason. When I was young, Junior Brother Ning just came to the teacher's school, and he was pushed out and looked down upon. I also That's what he did to him."

Li Qinghong gave a dumb "Oh": "...I wish I could meet you when I was young."

Shang Lang was proud: "It's not too late to meet you now, don't worry, if someone targets you, I will always protect you!"

The surrounding area was still quiet, and the thick fog around seemed to remain unchanged from the previous night. Li Qinghong suddenly raised his head, and stared at the front with a pair of dark eyes.

Shang Lang was taken aback by his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Li Qinghong said slowly: "Do you feel that there is any difference?"

Shang Lang suddenly turned his head, followed his gaze, and asked in surprise, "No?"

Li Qinghong closed his eyes anxiously, fluttering his nostrils lightly: "...Don't you think the mist has become a bit damp?"

Shang Lang took a closer look: "Is it Lunong late at night?"

Li Qinghong was a little anxious: "Now it's not only wet, but also heavy, isn't it?"

He has practiced medicine sect knowledge since he was a child, and he is especially sensitive to the nuances of humidity and weight. For a while, he only felt that the stagnation caused by the dense fog around him was getting heavier.

Shang Lang stared into the distance, in the darkness there, there seemed to be something darker slowly surging.

He finally became more vigilant: "You stay here, I'll come as soon as I go and have a look."

Li Qinghong hesitated slightly, and said in a low voice: "Dangerous."

Shang Lang shook his head: "It's okay, with Jiarong's strange fragrance as a mark, I can follow the smell back."

Li Qinghong lowered his eyes, suddenly flicked his fingers, and a few drops hit his clothes.

A sense of pungent coolness dissipated in an instant, and Shang Lang sneezed loudly.

Li Qinghong said lightly: "The fragrance is strong and vulgar, what's the good? Cover it with this, it will be easier to find."

Shang Lang raised his sleeves and smelled it, his face beaming with joy: "It really smells so exciting!"

Li Qinghong sprinkled a few drops on his body, and sprinkled some more on the surrounding stones, and pointed forward: "Let's go and have a look."

The two of them stepped into the thick fog ahead, and their eyes became darker and darker.

Immortal cultivators have sharp ears and eyes, so they can't just lose sight of anything. The two of them explored in a blur, and the further they walked, the more frightened they became.

The dense fog around him seemed to have weight, tightly wrapped around the person's body, and he could feel his body stagnate when walking in it.

The "Zhiyang" sword in Shang Lang's hand came out of the scabbard, exuding a bright sword light in the silence.

Far away from the center where the people camped, the sound was quickly cut off, only the footsteps of Li Qinghong and him, and the pungent and pungent smell were around.

Suddenly, Shang Lang's head was slightly dizzy, and his footsteps stopped.

Li Qinghong stopped immediately: "What?"

Shang Lang shook his head, and was about to say "it's okay", but a greater dizziness hit him instantly, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

He staggered, and hurriedly supported his body with the sword, but when he lowered his head, a stream of warm liquid flowed out of his nasal cavity soundlessly.

There was also a sudden buzzing in his ears, he stretched out his hand to touch it, no surprises, thin blood gushed out from both ears.

He didn't panic, and asked Li Qinghong in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

Li Qinghong rushed to him in a hurry: "What's going on?"

Shang Lang said: "I should be... poisoned."

The dense fog was full of murderous intent, unknown colorless and odorless poisonous gas mixed into it, unexpectedly made him fall silent, and did not know when it invaded his body.

It was only then that Li Qinghong saw that his ears and nose were full of dark red bloodstains, he hurriedly tapped his veins, after a while he quickly took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's very poisonous, I can't tell the ingredients right now." He said anxiously, "Use this for a while, it's dangerous here, I'll take you back."

Shang Lang tried his best to stand up straight, but his feet were weak and he almost fell to the ground: "You...how are you okay?"

Li Qinghong said: "I soaked it in a medicine jar since I was a child, and it is invulnerable to all poisons."

He bent down, put Shang Lang's tall body on his back with all his strength, determined the direction, and ran back and forth.

Shang Lang hugged his neck in embarrassment, extremely annoyed: "Let me know who is behind the scenes, and I will kill him to death!"

Li Qinghong was about to answer, when suddenly his knees gave way and he almost fell to the ground.

Shang Lang was surprised: "Didn't you say that a hundred poisons are invulnerable? Are you also poisoned?"

Li Qinghong resisted a slight dizziness, and gritted his teeth fiercely: "It's not so easy to bring down me with this little poison."

He took a deep breath, took out a pill with great difficulty, swallowed it, and continued to rush forward with Shang Lang on his back with all his strength.

Although no enemies have shown up yet, but the poison has arrived, anyone can guess that the next greatest danger is coming. Finding a large army is at least safer than leaving alone!

Shang Lang obviously also thought of this, and began to struggle on his back: "You put me down and run first, I will drag you down..."

Li Qinghong said angrily: "Don't be mother-in-law, don't move around, I can run faster!"

Shang Lang fell silent.

After running for a while, Li Qinghong suddenly found that Shang Lang on his back didn't seem to speak for a long time, only his neck was still dripping with hot blood.

Horrifying thoughts hit his heart, and his heart went cold.

With a trembling voice, he said in a low voice: "Young Master Shang, are you still awake?"

The person behind did not make a sound, and the arms around his neck seemed to be extremely cold.

Just when Li Qinghong was startled and anxious, Shang Lang's weak voice finally sounded.

Hoarse and weak, but with endless loss and bitterness.

"It turns out that you have been lying to me all along."

Following this sentence, the Chi Yang Sword came out of its sheath silently, and lay on the side of Li Qinghong's neck, trembling.

... Li Qinghong's footsteps stopped suddenly, his whole body became stiff.

Feeling the sharp sword energy blowing short hair on his neck, he didn't dare to move a little, his voice was slightly cold: "What did you say?"

Shang Lang smiled wryly: "You and your senior brother belong to the Demon Sect, right?"

……

Looking at the waterfall from a distance, it is just a magnificent white horse, but when you really jump into it, you can feel the huge momentum and amazing water pressure when your body falls into the rapidly falling water.

Even though Yuan Qinghang had made enough mental preparations, he didn't know where he was for a moment.

The swung silver cable hit the rocks behind the water waterfall, sparking out a series of sparks, which were quickly extinguished by the splashing water.

But the cross hook in front of the silver cable slipped and failed to nail the rock in time, and fell for a long time before it suddenly got stuck somewhere.

Yuan Qinghang was caught off guard, and his body suddenly slammed into the huge rock behind the water curtain. Under the severe pain, he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

He endured the shock in his heart and hung under the silver rope. It took him a long time to catch his breath, and he stabilized his body with difficulty, and slid down little by little.

The mountain wall has been washed by the water for a long time, and it is slippery. There is nowhere to stand on several times, so I can only bite the bullet and jump straight down, and fix it again with the help of silver cables.

Fortunately, there was no danger, and he stumbled and bumped, and finally landed on the edge of a slope.

The waterfall above the head fell here, forming a huge turn, and the water flow slowed down, turning into a river rushing down obliquely.

Yuan Qinghang gasped for a moment, his eyes suddenly fell to one side.

Both sides of the river are covered with lush moss, but in that piece of green, there is a fresh scratch, the moss has been peeled off, exposing the white rock formation below.

It's like a sword mark!

Yuan Qinghang's heart skipped a beat, he rolled and rushed over, observed it carefully, and became more certain that it was a sword mark, and he did not use much force, so he only peeled off a piece of moss.

However, that is the Sword of Repentance!

When the sword of Yinghui came out, it should have shocked the sky, and it shouldn't be so weak that it couldn't even cut a layer of stone.

Yuan Qinghang looked up and looked at the top of Duanhun Cliff, which was at least a few dozen feet away.

Ning Duo fell down the waterfall, his eyesight was damaged, and his mood was agitated. It was impossible for him to react quickly at the beginning. He was afraid that he would have to fall all the way here before he stopped his fall with the power of his sword.

He is already a Jindan cultivator, and his body is far stronger than ordinary people, but if he falls straight from this height, he may still break his muscles and bones and seriously injure his internal organs.

Yuan Qinghang's heart seemed to be blocked by something.

He was bruised and bruised all over by the mountain wall.The palm of his hand has been worn out and bloody due to the long-term pulling of the silver cord.

But there is no time to deal with these now, he took a deep breath, looked at the rushing river in front of him, and jumped into it again.

This time it finally didn't fall sharply, and he swam all the way down, bumped into an unknown number of reefs in the water along the way, relying on spiritual power to protect his body, he managed to barely get hit.

Drifting forward in the rapid river, he didn't dare to relax at all, and kept searching the shore along the way with his eyes wide open.

The river channels on both sides gradually widened, and the surrounding river bed was covered with pebbles of different colors and fine white sand.

But the surrounding light is getting darker and darker, and the water flows forward, as if it has merged into an underground river.

I don't know how many miles I traveled, and finally, the water flow became much gentler.

In the extremely dim light, not far from the river, something faintly flashed by.

The thing was hidden behind a cluster of water splashes, if it wasn't for the eye-catching white, Yuan Qinghang would have almost ignored it.

He jumped up suddenly, almost rolled and crawled, swam over quickly, and grabbed the thing.

——Half a snow-white sleeve, hanging on the edge of a hidden reef, swaying gently in the clear water waves.

……

Yuan Qinghang's heart beat wildly, and he got up and walked around the hidden reef.

After seeing the rock formations on the river beach, his eyes felt inexplicably hot, his feet went limp, and he almost fell into the water.

Behind the reef, a slender figure remained motionless, with its lower body lying in the dark river water and its upper body lying in the sand and stones by the river, its snow-white clothes fluttering in the water, revealing half of its handsome side face.

With his eyes closed and his face as white as paper, it was Ning Duo.

God bless, after all, let him find him in time.