Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

A few rooms away, in the medicine storage room, several disciples of Shennonggu sat down on the ground in disarray, while Mu Xiaoqi, the youngest, closed his eyes and leaned against the long desk.

The [-]-year-old boy approached quietly and stabbed him: "Xiao Qi, have you already established your foundation?"

The boy's jackdaw-like eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes, a little tired in his eyes.

"Well, according to the method of entraining qi taught in the sect, the qi has been refined for many days, and the foundation has just been established recently."

The young man sighed enviously: "You are so powerful. If the master finds out, he will definitely recruit you into the inner sect immediately."

The boy shook his head: "First of all, you have to get out alive."

The young man became depressed, and burst into tears: "Fifth senior brother was killed. Third senior brother also, also..."

Mu Xiaoqi's eyes were red, and she said in a low voice for a while, "He shouldn't have died."

On the side, on an antique medicine stove, a small fire is hesitating, licking the casserole on it, and the boiling soup is bubbling.

While watching the fire carefully, Li Qinghong curled his lips: "Yes, he shouldn't have died in the first place. He was killed by your people."

The leading senior brother hissed angrily: "It's not your mother!"

Seeing that the veins on his forehead were throbbing, Li Qinghong couldn't help being a little scared, and took a step back: "My mother just broke his tongue, but didn't kill him."

Several Shennonggu disciples were silent.

After a long while, the boy choked again and asked softly, "Xiaoqi, are you really not afraid of death? Why am I so scared?"

Mu Xiaoqi replied flatly: "Everyone is mortal, as long as the death is not as light as a feather."

Light as a feather?

Li Qinghong's complexion suddenly changed, his dark eyes stared at him, flashing a little child's unique hatred.

The charcoal fire in the medicine stove next to it suddenly "cracked" and fell silent again.

Li Qinghong's dark eyes stared at the tumbling medicine juice, for a long while, he took the medicine pot off the stove, added a few more pills into it, and then divided them into different bowls one by one.

Although he is young, he is extremely organized.

When it was his turn to take the last bowl, he quickly glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention. With a flick of his wrist, a handful of reddish-brown powder fell and slipped into the medicine bowl without a sound.

The soup is boiling hot, and the powder melts in it, and it looks like nothing special.

"Come and drink the medicine, don't spill it." He had a stern face, "If my mother didn't want to test our medical skills, how could you be worthy of using such expensive medicine."

Several Shennonggu disciples swallowed their anger and came over, the young man had just picked up the last bowl, but Li Qinghong suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Put it down, this bowl belongs to him."

He pointed at Mu Xiaoqi with his little hand.

The boy was taken aback: "Why?"

Li Qinghong's dark eyes blinked: "He drank less than you."

……

The night was getting darker, and several people in the medicine storage room fell asleep staggeringly.

Fearing that they would fight back, Li Hongling not only did not untie the spirit locks on them, but even specially added a talisman to increase the effectiveness of suppressing spiritual power.

There is no way to release the spiritual power, it can only be forced to circulate in the body, and the effect of cultivation is also negligible.

But even so, Mu Xiaoqi still sat alone silently, forced the weak spiritual power to circulate in his body for a few weeks, a thin layer of sweat broke out all over his body, and then he opened his eyes.

The moon hid in the thin clouds, revealing only a layer of silver light, which indifferently sprinkled towards the earth, and also shone obliquely into the small high window.

He was about to find a place to lie down when he suddenly frowned.

There was nausea in his chest, and the originally calm Qi and blood surged in his internal organs, rushed up his throat quickly, opened his mouth, and a blood arrow sprayed at his feet.

Different from the dark red these days, the color of this blood is actually bright red, which is shocking under the dim moonlight.

He shook his body and wanted to scream, but his voice was already hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.

He trembled slightly, moved to the door with difficulty, wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door, but stopped again.

Who should I call for help?There is no one here who really wants to save him.

Are you really going to die this time? ...His bright eyes gradually lost their brilliance, looking at the distant moon outside the window, his thin lips trembled faintly.

Will the body be dragged away immediately like the two dead brothers?

Will it be thrown under exotic flowers and plants to make fertilizer?Or will it be destroyed and turned into a puppet like a living dead?

Thinking of the strange methods of the Demon Sect that he had heard about before, he shivered violently.

Even though he is more determined than ordinary people, at this time of isolation and helplessness, between life and death, he still suddenly thinks of a certain little devil: If he can survive, even if he is really a medicine man, would he be willing? Woolen cloth?

……

Yuan Qinghang felt a pain in his head as he climbed on the top of the gauze tent above his head.

I thought that Mu Xiaoqi, who had an aura of dominance, was the male lead, but who would have thought that it wasn't!

This fairy world is indeed a man of dignity, with extremely beautiful appearance and excellent temperament.

Not only Li Hongling is stunningly beautiful, but Li Qinghong has handsome features, even a young disciple of the Medicine Sect is so delicate and jade-like, with the face of a real protagonist.

He desperately thought about the big picture he saw before crossing, what did the hero's face look like?

With such a brief glance, I only remember that he is as handsome and handsome as the man in the anime, but compared with this little drug boy, I really can't tell whether he looks alike or not.

That's right, Li Hongling hated the upright sects to the bone. Although Shen Nonggu from the Medicine Sect was the most arrested, she was not picky. Sometimes when she met disciples from other sects, she would hug a rabbit and bring them back with her. nest.

Presumably the real hero is still practicing well in Jianzong, and it's not time for him to be arrested?

Oh, just say it!

Since it is through the book, everything must have not happened yet. As long as the person who finds out that Jianzong is arrested in the future, he will be able to find out the real hero immediately and put him back properly.

He still doesn't believe it. Treating people with sincerity and getting along well can really make them a good pair of gay friends?

Thinking about it, he couldn't sleep no matter what, even if that Mu Xiaoqi was not the leading actor, but just an insignificant supporting role, it was still worrying. .

He got up quietly, grabbed a small cloak with dark pine and green patterns on a white background, put it on his body, and slipped out the door.

The courtyard outside looked gloomy during the day, and now it was even more eerie.

The stone monsters on the corner of the eaves remained motionless during the day, but at night, each of them showed fierce eyes, staring ferociously at the courtyard below, staring at the courtyard below.

On the roof not far away, occasionally a mechanism puppet poked its head out, looking around stiffly.

On the Jiuqu corridor, the dark red lanterns were lit at intervals, and the animal oil exuding a strange fragrance was burning faintly. Yuan Qinghang came to the medicine storage room separated by a few walls without a sound under his feet.

It was very quiet inside, except for the heavy breathing of the poisoned Shennonggu disciples, there was no sound.

He took out the long key that he carried with him, and as soon as he opened the door, a figure slipped along the door and fell to the ground.

Yuan Qinghang grabbed him in shock: Mu Xiaoqi!What's up with him? !

In the moonlight, he saw Mu Xiaoqi's pale face at a glance, and then saw the blood dripping from his chest, and his heart trembled.

It was fine when I left, why did it deteriorate like this in just a short while?

"Wake up, here are two people to help!" He called eagerly, and quickly lit the oil lamp in the room.

The lights came on, but when he looked around, his heart skipped a beat.

The several Shennonggu disciples in the room were all lying motionless, and no one responded or woke up.

He rushed to the side of several people, stretched out his hand to check their breath, they were not dead, but they were all in a deep coma!

He was surprised and puzzled, seeing that these people's lives were not in danger, and he didn't care about them, he quickly turned around and carried Mu Xiaoqi to the long table in the middle.

He quickly unbuttoned Mu Xiaoqi's clothes, exposing most of his body, grabbed a few animal tendons at the four corners, ruthlessly bound his limbs separately.

Seeing that this toxic attack is more dangerous than during the day, it is absolutely impossible to force it out with spiritual power, and there is no need to bind the limbs with ropes. Under the severe pain, unconsciousness, and struggling hard, it will definitely affect the rescue.

He found a needle bag from the medicine cabinet next to him, and took out a set of silver needles of different thicknesses.

Calmly, he silently recalled the memory of the original owner in his heart, and raised his hand.

The first silver needle stabbed into the Hegu point on Mu Xiaoqi's palm tremblingly, and the next needle pierced into the Quchi point on the forearm.

Going down the first two, Mu Xiaoqi on the long table just frowned in a coma.

But at the third needle, when the silver needle pierced Zusanli, he shuddered suddenly, his bound calf suddenly stretched straight, and under the dim candlelight, his white forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Yuan Qinghang quickly pressed his leg and tied the animal tendons tighter.

"Be patient, it will be fine soon." Knowing that the other party couldn't hear him, he still comforted in a low voice, his ten fingers gradually accelerated, and the silver needles gradually pierced into various acupuncture points.

Li Hongling was very good at medicine, and Yuan Qinghang was raised by her side since she was a child. She not only learned how to identify herbs, but also learned acupoint recognition and acupuncture.

But this body is still young after all, no matter how smart he is, he still has mostly theoretical knowledge on paper. Get covered in sweat.

After the piercing was finally done, Mu Xiaoqi still didn't wake up, but her fist was so painful that she clenched it tightly for a while, and opened it again for a while.

Seeing his pain, Yuan Qinghang couldn't bear it, so he sat beside him and held him gently.

With this skin-to-skin contact, like a drowning person catching a piece of driftwood, Mu Xiaoqi finally calmed down gradually, and her rapid and scattered breathing gradually stabilized.

Yuan Qinghang's heart was a little more stable. There were too many things that happened in a day. Seeing that his condition was stable at this time, he finally relaxed.

Lying down beside the table in a daze, before he knew it, he had already fallen asleep.

In the medicine storage room, a veterinary oil lamp was burned out, and the lamp flickered slightly, then collapsed.

I don't know how long it took, Yuan Qinghang suddenly felt that his fingers moved, he fell asleep with something on his mind, and immediately opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a strange look above him.

Mu Xiaoqi didn't know when she woke up.And that look was falling on Yuan Qinghang's hand that was holding him lightly.

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly let go of his hand.

The night outside the window was still dark, and the cold moonlight came in. Mu Xiaoqi's eyes moved away and fell on himself again, his eyes were instantly wonderful.

Shocked, bewildered, and filled with indescribable shame and indignation.

Most of the clothes on his body were removed, silver needles were densely covered in acupuncture points all over his body, his limbs were splayed, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

Yuan Qinghang comforted in harmony: "Are you awake? Don't move around."

If you move around, it will break the silver needle!

Mu Xiaoqi clenched her teeth, and turned her head bitterly, not looking at him.

Yuan Qinghang slapped his head.

Forget what the owner of this body has done!

Isn't this just... the reenactment of the bad things I did with my own hands?

Tell this little drug boy to call him master, and if he doesn't obey, he will be tied up and kicked. Once he was in a bad mood, he was tied to the case with his limbs stretched out like this, holding a small knife, threatening to cut him piece by piece. Play.

"Let me get up." Mu Xiaoqi said in a low voice, pulled his wrist hard, his face was so red that he was about to bleed, "Otherwise, when I get out of trouble, I will definitely kill you!"

The author has something to say:

Xiao Qi: I will kill you.

Yuan Bao: Coincidentally, the hero wants to kill me too!It's not your turn.