Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Yuan Qinghang flew over and hurriedly put his hand under his nose.

Very weak breathing.Weak to weak, after all, there are.

Hang carefully observed his eyes, the two thin silver needles were still nailed to the "Cuanzhu" point, Yuan Qinghang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The silver needles are the ones he used in the Medicine Sect Grand Competition. They are refined from Dongling ink mixed with mithril. They have excellent toughness and are as thin as hair. After they penetrate into the skin, they will not cause unbearable pain. Was randomly pulled out.

At this moment, the silver needle propped up a thin slit in Ning Duo's eyes, and a ray of light came out from the slit, which was no longer as clear as usual, and appeared gloomy and gloomy.

Yuan Qinghang pulled out the silver needle, took out the leather water sac from the storage bag, and poured the Lingquan water into Ning Duo's eyes continuously. After washing like this for a long time, he stopped.

Immediately afterwards, he took out another elixir, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, covered Ning Duo's eyelids, and slowly released the gentle spiritual power.

Through a thin layer of eyelids, the elixir overflowed with a light green and cool breath, slowly seeping into the lower eye sockets.

Ning Duo, who was in a coma, groaned softly.

Yuan Qinghang sighed in his heart, knowing that he must have other hurts on his body, but now the most urgent thing is to treat his eyes, so where can he take care of it?

After a while, the medicine dissipated and penetrated deep into the skin. He loosened his palms, found a clean white silk handkerchief from the storage bag, tore it open and connected it to long strips, and tied it on Ning Duo's eyes.

Next, he began to check Ning Duo's injuries.

Sure enough, even though he was protected by the golden core, his muscles and bones were strong, but he fell straight from such a high place, his injuries were extremely serious and his vitality was weak.

There were at least three broken ribs, flesh wounds abounded everywhere, and the white robes all over his body were already stained with blood, which looked extremely horrifying.

Yuan Qinghang quickly took out the small white jade bottle that was hidden the deepest, poured out a "Nine Treasures Gathering Soul Pill", and stuffed it into Ning Duo's mouth.

The pill was not small, and Ning Duo couldn't swallow it autonomously in a coma. Yuanqing Hangshun followed for a long time, but the pill was still not swallowed.

Yuan Qinghang was worried.

After thinking about it, he had no choice but to melt the pill in the water, take a sip, and carefully put it into Ning Duo's mouth.

Both of them had soaked in the water for a long time, and their lips were icy cold, but as they passed by, their lips seemed to gradually warm up.

I don't know if it's the medicinal fragrance of Jiuzhen Soul Gathering Pill, but a very faint sweetness lingers between the two of them, if it's there or not.

Yuan Qinghang was devoted to saving people, even if his lips and teeth were in contact, he had no distractions at first, but for some reason, his cheeks suddenly became inexplicably hot.

After the potion was over, he quickly moved away from Ning Duo's face, his heart beating wildly.

Ahhh... the doctor's parents' heart, this is like artificial respiration at best, what's wrong with it?

It must be that she was weak in her previous life and had never tried skin-to-skin contact with anyone of the opposite sex, so now she would feel flustered when she meets someone of the same sex.

Even if there is, the first kiss is worthless, and there is no way to ask the patient to claim compensation!

He stretched out his hand to take a handful of icy river water, and hit himself on the face, the heat on his cheek finally dissipated.

The next step is to connect the broken bones and fix them.

"Nine Treasures Gathering Soul Pill" is indeed a magical medicine whose raw materials are extremely difficult to get together. After one dose, Ning Duo's originally weak breathing suddenly became rapid and heavy, and his pale face also revealed a deep red color.

The medicinal property of this strange medicine was fierce and domineering, and Yuan Qinghang was apprehensive, while his subordinates lightly began to examine the injuries, and within a short while, all the important injuries on Ning Duo's body were treated.

Surrounded by a dark river, looking up, there are empty mountains and rocks on both sides, and rock formations with strange shapes above the head, dripping cold water drops from time to time.

He stood up, searched for a while alone, and finally found a safe place.

This is a flat open space, surrounded by overlapping stone layers, blocking the wind from all sides, like a natural stone hall.

On the top of the head, there are countless large and small stalactites, each of which is like a bamboo shoot, white in color and magnificent in shape.

The breeze from nowhere passed through the stalactites, bringing tiny whimpering sounds, which mixed with the distant river water, like weeping.

He turned around and came back, carefully lifted Ning Duoping up and moved him to this shelter, while he collapsed on the spot and lay on the ground.

Jumping off the Broken Soul Cliff, this journey is also thrilling and physically exhausting.

After I found Ning Duo, I was even more nervous during the treatment, and now I finally rested, and I felt pain all over my body.

Hastily dealt with the trauma on his body, he yawned sleepily, turned his head to look at the people around him, a little dazed.

This person is very good-looking, his face is as beautiful as jade, as polished as a grindstone, but because he is quiet and indifferent for a long time, he is neither as gentle and amiable as Yu Wenli, nor as approachable as Shang Lang.

But now, those cold eyes were covered by a snow-white silk handkerchief, which added a little weakness that was rarely seen at ordinary times.

Yuan Qinghang sighed quietly.

Even though he is a genius of the sword sect and a proud son of a famous family that everyone admires, in fact, he is just a young man who has just grown up.

Although he had tried his best to help him treat him, but he could save a few points in the end, and he was also worried.

What if the eyes are really damaged, or if they cannot be restored to their original state?

And, why on earth has it come to this point after all?

……

Ning Duo beside him suddenly moved, his brows furrowed in pain.

Yuan Qinghang looked at him worriedly, shook open the storage bag, pointed his head into it and shouted: "A lot?"

A group of small black things popped out with a "bass", it was the little dream-making beast.

The little guy hasn't come out for a few days, and is enjoying himself in the small space, and his fur is getting blacker and smoother.

As soon as it landed, Gululu rolled to his feet, staring at him with black eyes.

Yuan Qinghang found a spiritual grass from the storage bag and fed it, raised his chin slightly, and signaled to Ning Duo who was on the ground: "I have fed you so well for so many days, should I work again?"

The little dream-making beast's Doudou blinked, and immediately ran over, wagging its short tail, and unceremoniously sprayed a few mouthfuls on Ning Duo's face.

A strange breath lingered around Ning Duo's nostrils, and penetrated silently.

Ning Duo's furrowed brows finally relaxed slowly, and his heavy and scattered breathing gradually became calmer.

Yuan Qinghang looked at his face and murmured: "Sweet dream, Ning Xianjun."

After a while, he finally couldn't bear the great sleepiness, and slowly closed his eyes.

When I have something in my heart, I sleep lightly.

I don't know if it was affected by the dream-making beast's breath, but after sleeping, there were also chaotic dreams.

In the chaotic dream, for a while, he knocked Ning Duo down the waterfall with his palm, and for a while, Ning Duo's eyes were bleeding, and he asked, "Master Yuan, I have always regarded you as a friend, why did you harm me with others?"

.........

Turning around again, it was Li Qinghong who was holding on to his sleeve, weeping mournfully: "All of them forced me to be cruel, they all wanted to kill me!"

Just after finishing this sentence, a bright sword appeared from Li Qinghong's chest, and Ning Duo appeared coldly from behind him, his eyes were dark, as if they were empty: "You hurt my eyes, and I It’s not too much to kill you.”

In the dream, Yuan Qinghang only felt that his heart was full of coldness, and he wanted to cry out, but he was restrained and couldn't cry out.

Just as he was unable to move, Ning Duo on the opposite side looked at him with bloody eyes, and suddenly stabbed him with a sword: "I know, you are always going to kill me."

Yuan Qinghang yelled suddenly, turned over and sat up.

But when he was startled, he felt strange all over his body.

A gust of icy sword energy hit his chest, although it was silent, but with thunderous coercion, it instantly approached him, just like in the dream.

"Don't move..." The familiar voice sounded weak and hoarse.

Yuan Qinghang was startled, and he couldn't help but leaned back, but Ning Duo who was on the opposite side moved faster, his long sword flashed coldly, and he hurried to catch up.

But he couldn't see, and as soon as he moved forward, he was tripped by Yuan Qinghang's outstretched leg.

This time he was face down, if Yuan Qinghang dodged it regardless, he would fall with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Yuan Qinghang hesitated for a moment, but Ning Duo threw himself on him.

Ning Duo flipped his wrist sharply, and accurately pressed Yuan Qinghang's chest, while his other hand crossed the sword, firmly and firmly, pressing down on his neck.

Unable to hear the words of the people below him, and also blind, his tone became more urgent: "Speak, or I will kill you."

Following his words, the sword pressed down mercilessly, and it was about to cut through Yuan Qinghang's skin.

But all of a sudden, Yinghuijian let out a wailing cry, and suddenly emitted a dazzling bloody light!

And its sword body seemed to be held tightly by something, and it couldn't draw any more.

Yuan Qinghang was stunned, looking at the Yinghui sword in front of him, his heart suddenly shook.

Sure enough, Ning Duo also trembled slightly, obviously thinking about that, and froze on the spot.

Swear by blood, and make an alliance by drawing talismans.

There is only one person that Ying Huijian can never take the initiative to hurt again in this life.

……

Yuan Qinghang's heart was slightly sour, he took a deep breath, and smiled bitterly: "Ning Xianjun, you really have nothing new to threaten people. I have heard the same sentence three times."

Ning Duo remained motionless.

The snow-white silk belt covered his eyes, with both ends hanging down, gently brushing against Yuan Qinghang's cheeks, giving people an illusion of tenderness and ruthlessness.

Suddenly, a small shadow leaped towards Ning Duo who couldn't see anything like lightning.

Ning Duo was caught off guard and tilted his body, but the shadow was still relentless, its small claws grabbed his shoulder, and it opened its mouth to bite.

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly snapped his fingers: "Come down!"

The little dream-making beast then turned its head resentfully, and jumped off Ning Duo's shoulder.

As soon as the fat body fell to the ground, he still turned his head and bared his teeth at Ning Duo.

Ning Duo slowly moved away the sword that was pressing on Yuan Qinghang's neck, and turned over.

There was no joy or anger on his face: "It's you?..."

Yuan Qinghang got up in embarrassment: "Otherwise who do you think it is."

Ning Duo was silent for a while, his voice hoarse: "Where is this?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "Of course this is in Wanren Tomb, at the bottom of Broken Soul Cliff."

Ning Duo was quiet for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand to pull the white silk over his eyes.

Yuan Qinghang was startled, his hands were sharp, and he grabbed his wrist in a hurry: "Hey, don't move around. You can't take it off for at least ten days, because you are afraid of light!"

Ning Duo's hand stopped stiffly in the air, and he said in a low voice, "What about in ten days?"

Yuan Qinghang hesitated in his heart, but his tone was brisk, and he said with a smile: "I am the proud apprentice of Li Hongling, a master of the Medicine Sect, and the leader of the Medicine Sect Grand Competition. Don't worry!"

He didn't give a specific answer, and Ning Duo didn't continue to ask, and lowered his head and eyebrows, not knowing what he was thinking.

The surrounding environment is dim, only the occasional drops of water on the stalactites, echoing softly in the quiet stone hall.

Yuan Qinghang was no longer sleepy, looked at the quiet Ning Duo beside him, and said cautiously: "Can't sleep? Then I will chat with you?"

Ning Duo said lightly, "What are you talking about?"

Yuan Qinghang complained wildly in his heart: "Don't you want to ask me why I am here, and why I beat you down the mountain?!"

But in the end, I was too embarrassed to bring it up with the cheek, so I had to say: "There is good news or bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Ning Duo paused slightly, and said, "Is there any good news?"

Yuan Qinghang clapped his hands: "Yes, yes. The good news is that we both fell from the cliff waterfall and are alive. The bad news is that we are still in the Wanren Tomb. I'm not going."

Ever since he jumped down to look for someone, he hasn't stopped for a moment. Just now he was so tired that he fell asleep, but he didn't even think about the most terrifying thing.

——This is the Tomb of Thousand Blades, which opens once every 12 years. He kicked Li Qinghong out of the formation, but he jumped down himself, and completely missed the only opportunity to enter the formation.

There is only one ending left for him.

He and Ning Duo are going to stay in this deserted world for 12 years!

Ning Duo was silent, and said for a while, "There were people who stayed here before."

Yuan Qinghang nodded happily: "I heard that they cut off their rations and mainly depended on moss for food."

He didn't say a word, but both of them knew it well - the two immortal disciples who were stranded here, when they were discovered later, they had already turned into two mummified corpses.

Yuan Qinghang's storage bag is big, but it contains a lot of panacea. Calculated, it can last two or three months for the two of them.

Other than that, there are only a lot of precious medicinal materials, among which are the ones that Yi Baiyi sent after the competition.

Millennium snow ginseng, top-quality ganoderma lucidum, deep-sea ambergris, red heart snow lotus in Tianshan Mountains, antlers of nine-color spirit deer on the plateau...Although they are not panacea that can be eaten directly, they can also lead to starvation when life is scarce.

He scowled, and moved to Ning Duo's side: "Ning Xianjun, how much supplies did you bring? Can you take it out and have a look?"

Ning Duo silently untied the storage bag at his waist and threw it over.

Yuan Qinghang took it head-on and poured out all the contents.

There are quite a few spirit pills that are commonly used to replenish physical strength. Apart from these, there are only some high-grade spirit stones and rare materials, which were probably obtained when he went out to hunt strange beasts in the past.

Although it is equally precious, it cannot be exchanged for anything here.

While counting, Yuan Qinghang said casually: "If you want to live here, the panacea is the first life-saving thing. Are you afraid that I will grab your things and turn around and run away?"

Ning Duo said indifferently: "You searched me while I was unconscious, wouldn't it be faster to just leave?"

Yuan Qinghang choked for a moment, and couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment: "Because your storage bag has your divine sense mark, I took it, but I couldn't open it."

Ning Duo suddenly groped to snatch the storage bag back from his hand, but grabbed Yuan Qinghang's wrist with a backhand.