Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Ji Banxia's eyes were painful: "It's my fault... I shouldn't have followed you secretly when I ran into you and your wife in Yunzhou. But I just wanted to take a look from a distance to see if you were doing well."

Lin Su shook his head strenuously: "I shouldn't have gone out to meet you... If I don't go to meet you, he won't suspect that I have something personal with you."

Yuan Qinghang secretly shook his head.

Even if he didn't meet Ji Banxia, ​​Tantai Minghao would be suspicious of another man.

Once a man has such a dirty idea, nothing can stop him.

Outside the window, the night was as dark as black, with lightning flashing continuously, Lin Su's face became paler and colder.

She said painfully: "No wonder he has always been indifferent and distant to the two children. I only thought that a strict father and a loving mother should be so... But I never thought that he always thought that the children were not his."

Desperate hatred floated on her face: "Although he didn't really intend to kill Chao'er, but... he colluded with others and put Chao'er in danger. He even discussed with the other party and attacked Chao'er." Take it lightly so no one will suspect it!"

Ji Banxia's fist slowly clenched.

There was also killing intent in his eyes: "Who is his trading partner?"

Yuan Qinghang whispered: "Now the whole world is saying that our Demon Sect did it. If it is not deliberately framed, I don't believe it."

He even thought it was Ji Banxia and the others before, but now it seems that it is not at all.

So who is it that can set up such a shocking and poisonous plan, and successfully attribute all doubts to Mozong.

It was just an ingenious layout, and once again a bloody storm broke out between the Xianmen and the Demon Sect, which had been quiet for many years.

The strong wind swirled, and cold rain blew in from the outside, and a few residual flowers were rolled up and floated to the ground.

Lin Su stared at the ground obsessively: "Brother Ji...is that peach blossom?"

Ji Banxia reached out and picked up one, blew off the cold rain on it, and gently handed it to her: "...Yes."

Yuan Qinghang became more and more frightened: this is not spring, where did the peach blossoms come from?

Mrs. Lin's consciousness is becoming more and more unconscious. Even if she has the technique of yin and yang to keep her soul against the sky, it will come to an end.

Lin Su looked at the remaining flowers in his palm: "Brother Ji, I still remember the first time I saw you... In the early spring on the river, the water waves were still a bit cool, and when the wind blew, the peach blossoms on the bank fell in succession."

Ji Banxia tried her best to smile and said: "At that time, you were wearing an ugly mask, standing on a small boat on the river, and you were playing with magic tricks to catch fish. I saw that magic skills were unbearable for fighting, but they were exquisite and rare, so I endured them." I couldn’t help but praise her from afar, ‘Girl’s good means’.”

Lin Su raised a stiff smile at the corner of his mouth, and his lips were pale: "I seldom see people. That time I came out to play secretly. I was taken aback when you spoke to me like this. But I think I'm wearing a mask anyway. It wasn't some disciples who came to harass me, so I boldly chatted with you."

Ji Banxia looked gentle: "I didn't expect that this chat lasted all day."

"That's right... even the dinner was brought by the boatman who cooked fresh fish." Lin Su said.

Ji Banxia felt a pain in her heart: "The river perch made by that boatman is really delicious. Later... I also went there a few times."

Yuan Qinghang's heart suddenly moved.

He was also taken by Ji Banxia to taste it when he was young. At that time, he thought it was just that Uncle Ji loved food, but he didn't expect it to be thinking about people when he saw things.

No wonder at that time, Ji Banxia always stood alone at the bow of the boat, depressed.

Lin Su smiled slightly: "I've never seen such a strange person like you, who chatted with great interest in front of my ugly face, talking endlessly about various spells and formations."

Ji Banxia said: "I have never seen such a smart and knowledgeable girl like you. From puppetry to corpse refining, from necromancer array to living corpse array, you know a thing or two about these so-called sorcerers that the immortal sect disdains." , and not contemptuous."

Lin Su shook her head: "I don't like actual combat, I just like to read and play. But my father and brother said that it is useless for a girl to read so many spell books, so it's better to socialize with other fairy sect female cultivators more."

Ji Banxia whispered: "They are all idiots."

Lin Su said infatuatedly: "So when I heard you praise me like that, I was both shy and happy. When it gets dark, I have to go... You were reluctant to part, so you carved a small fish Give it to me, I don’t know why, but my heart suddenly thumped.”

Ji Banxia whispered: "But at that time, you didn't even smile at me."

Lin Su sighed lightly, with a gloomy expression on his face: "I regret it very much now."

I don't know if she is talking about regretting that she pretended to be indifferent at that time, or regretting that she failed to fight desperately when facing her father and brother.

Ji Banxia's face was painful, and she whispered: "Me too."

The blood color on the soul flag on Lin Su's chest gradually faded. Ji Banxia gritted her teeth and was about to pour blood into it, but Lin Su stretched out her hand to block it.

"No need." She said in a low voice, "It's useless for you to shed all the blood on your body."

Ji Banxia's knuckles were clenched white.

Lin Su's hand rested on his palm feebly, panting for a while and said, "Brother Ji...I want to ask you one thing."

Ji Banxia choked up and said: "You say, I will definitely do it."

Lin Su raised his hand with difficulty and pressed it on his forehead: "Please use the method of searching for gods to save all of this. I want everyone in the world to know the truth."

Ji Banxia was in pain and said nothing.

Yuan Qinghang whispered on the side: "Mrs. Lin, you can't do it. Your soul is too weak, you won't last long..."

A living person can't bear the damage to the brain caused by the soul search method, and may explode and die at any time, let alone the trace of soul that Mrs. Lin forcibly pulled back?

The best result is that only a little bit of memory can be preserved. Not only will the soul be annihilated soon, but it will also be broken into pieces, and the three souls and seven souls cannot be left behind.

Lin Su paused blankly, then suddenly said: "Then... that memory about how Chao'er and Yun'er were conceived, sealed and shown to Tantai Minghao!"

On Ji Banxia Qingjun's indifferent face, there was jealousy and anger that couldn't be restrained: "What you can't let go of is to prove your innocence to him?"

Lin Su shook her head: "I just want him to know that the one he has been suspicious of and treated harshly for so many years...is his own son."

The whites of her eyes were blood-red, and they were broken into pieces: "I want him to regret it, to make him suffer so much that he can't sleep...I want him to know that he sent Chao'er to die with his own hands!"

Yuan Qinghang said silently in his heart: "This is overthinking. This kind of person will probably only blame others for his mistakes. Blame his wife for not telling him the truth, blame Uncle Ji for liking his wife, and blame the person who designed this time on purpose. Harming him... In short, it is the fault of others, so he is innocent."

Ji Banxia pressed her hand on her forehead, trembling and unable to do so.

Blood and tears in Lin Su's eyes meandered down the snow-white neck, shocking: "Brother Ji, I know you don't want to worry about it, but my Chao'er... I conceived in October and raised him so hard. Yes, he has a bad temper. It's a bit bad, but it's also because his father secretly hated him since he was a child, how could a child not feel it?"

"...He died so badly, even after he died, did he have to bear the stigma of being an illegitimate child?"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became: "And Yun'er, what about my Yun'er? Her father killed her brother and her mother..."

Her stiff body trembled because of extreme fear: "If Tantai Minghao thinks that she is not his own, will he simply kill her too?"

Ji Banxia looked at her and was silent for a while: "I assure you, I will help you protect her."

Lin Su's tense body suddenly relaxed.

She said in a low voice: "Brother Ji, don't be sad. The thing I regret the most in my life is that I have always been timid and cowardly, not daring to resist... But I have no regrets if I can see you again before I die."

After she finished speaking, she held the little fish woodcarving in her left hand, and Ji Banxia's finger in her right hand, and thrust it into her forehead.

With a soft "plop", her forehead was pierced, but her eyes were still closed.

……

After the rain, the sky is blue, and there are pieces of green bamboo in the empty mountain, and the leaves are dotted with water.

On the top of Shennong Valley, in the bedroom behind, there was a strong smell of herbs.

Mrs. Mu quietly entered the door with a plate of freshly prepared five-color crisps.

She walked lightly to the bed, glanced at a small white jade box on the bedside table, and sighed silently.

Unopened, the beeswax on the box mouth is intact.

"Rong'er, wake up." She coaxed in a low voice, "Here are the dim sum made by mother, your favorite, why don't you try it."

The boy on the bed turned his back to the outside, and let out a muffled "hmm": "Mom, put it down, I'm not hungry."

Mrs. Mu had no choice but to put down the plate, and picked up the small white jade box: "Rong'er, try this ointment, it is quite famous for removing scars and repairing it, and I paid a lot of money to find it for my mother."

Mu Jiarong's voice was a little impatient: "Our Shennong Valley is the largest medicine cultivator in the world. What kind of medicine is there? Can't I write prescriptions myself? I want these useless things found outside."

Mrs. Mu persuaded in a low voice: "Try it, maybe it will be effective?"

Mu Jiarong turned around suddenly, and couldn't bear to cry: "Mom! It's just a scar, what's the matter! I don't care at all, can you stop mentioning it every day?"

The skylight outside the window came in through the diamond-shaped flower window, and it was shining on his originally noble and delicate face, revealing a faint scar.

From the forehead across half of the face to the jaw, although it has recovered a lot under the treatment of various elixir, the pink tender flesh is still clearly visible.

Mrs. Mu hurriedly coaxed: "Mother knows, mother knows, alas, I cherish my appearance, and of course I hope my Rong'er is beautiful, so don't talk to me."

Her appearance is very delicate and delicate, she is covered in spiritual jewels, and her clothes are made of extravagant fabrics. She looks like her fingers are not touching the spring water. Looking at Mu Jiarong's sleepy face, she said softly: "Boys walk around the world." , relying on the reputation of chivalry and cultivation skills, so what if he grows into a bearded man with scars all over his face?"

The more Mu Jiarong listened, the more anxious he became, he suddenly turned over and lay down with his face facing inward: "I'm sleepy, mother, go out!"

Mrs. Mu looked at the rising sun outside, her brows and eyes were full of melancholy.

It's so early in the morning, how can I be sleepy again!

There was a soft knock at the door, and a slender maid stood at the door, whispering: "Madam, young master... Outside, there is a guest coming outside, it is Mr. Shang from the Sky Sect."

Mu Jiarong froze, and suddenly shouted: "See you, tell me I'm not here!"

Mrs. Mu was startled: "Hey? Mr. Shang has known you since childhood and has always been close. He has experienced life and death with you, and he came to see you just when you were getting better. Why didn't you see me?"

Mu Jiarong suddenly jumped up: "Who is close to him? Hurry up and send me away, just say that I just went out to play and relax yesterday!"

He rushed out of the room in a few steps, walked straight along the bluestone path, and walked around to the back garden.

Shennong Valley is a sect of medicine sect. This private back garden is built according to the mountain. Underneath is a small spiritual vein full of spiritual energy. It is full of exotic flowers and herbs, and all of them have medicinal effects. Under the nourishment of spiritual energy, All grow gratifyingly, lush and lush.

The scent of flowers and herbs was mixed together, which was particularly refreshing. He ran to a lotus pond in the corner sullenly, found a big spirit stone and sat down.

The three-color lotus blooms all year round, with a faint fragrance.

He sat by the water alone, staring blankly at the spirit carp swimming around in the water, and suddenly saw his vague face on the water.

He gritted his teeth, picked up a small piece of rock, and flew hard towards the surface of the water.

The small stone flakes flew across the water surface, hitting several water floats in succession, shattering the calm water surface like a mirror.

The flakes gradually flew away and finally sank to the bottom of the water.Qianqian

Just as the water level calmed down, another piece of stone flew towards him suddenly, following the water mark made by Mu Jiarong, and meandering along.

Mu Jiarong turned his head suddenly, saw the person behind him clearly, and his face changed drastically.

Standing behind him was a young man with bright eyebrows and starry eyes. He was wearing a white robe of the sky sect. The corners of his clothes were blown away by the wind, but his face was paler than before.

It was Shang Lang.

As soon as Mu Jiarong moved, he wanted to jump up and run away, but just as he got up, Shang Lang grabbed his arm.

"Still angry? You can't be angry for so long."

Mu Jiarong pulled out the "Lizhu" sword from his waist with a "swish", and slashed at Shang Lang with a burst of vigor: "Go away!"

Shang Lang turned sharply, avoiding the sword, Mu Jiarong flicked his wrist, and the "Lizhu" sword whistled, and quickly slashed towards his sleeve.

Shang Lang had no choice but to take a few steps back and raised his hands: "Again? I just don't want to touch you. Don't cut off your robes, just spoil your clothes."

Mu Jiarong said angrily: "Not only must it be cut off, but I will also burn it when I go back!"

Shang Lang smiled wryly: "As for?"

Mu Jiarong's eyebrows were raised upside down: "As for! I have a small stomach, a childish temper, narrow-mindedness, and love to gossip behind my back—it's hard for you to make friends with someone like me, Shang Shaoxia."

Shang Lang said helplessly: "You know I didn't mean it that way, so you apologized, what do you want?"

Mu Jiarong's "Lizhu" sword stabbed again with a "shua": "I don't want to do anything, I just want to fight!"

Shang Lang had no choice, the "Zhiyang" sword in his hand clattered out of its sheath, and the brilliance radiated instantly, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal: "All right, let's have a sparring, just tap it—"

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Jiarong's sword had already rushed towards him.

The "Lizhu" sword is light, nimble and vigorous, and it complements the Mu family's family-learned swordsmanship. Its moves are as fast as the wind, and its spiritual power moves the surrounding air, stirring the surrounding flowers and trees, causing leaves to fall one after another.

Shang Lang had also been holding back in the hospital bed for the past few days, seeing his ferocious approach, he regained some energy, urged his spiritual power to pour into the "Zhi Yang" sword, and held "Li Zhu" head-on.

As soon as the two swords crossed each other, the "Zhiyang" sword burst out with a burst of heat, and the land around them was instantly swept by an invisible heat wave, and some delicate flowers and plants withered immediately.

Mu Jiarong only felt a shocking force coming from his arm, and he couldn't help but backed up a few steps, his feet tilted, and he slipped into the lotus pond.

Shang Lang was startled, put away his sword hastily, and shouted: "Jiarong!"

The waves were rippling on the water, and Mu Jiarong was not seen. After a long time, a human head floated on the water in the distance. Mu Jiarong stepped on the spray and jumped onto the opposite bank alone.

Shang Lang recited a sword formula, and the "Zhiyang" sword fell obediently at his feet. He chased after Yujian, and after a while, he caught up with Mu Jiarong: "Hey!... I was wrong."

Mu Jiarong stopped, looked at his sad expression, and said coldly: "Are you here to admit your mistake? That's fine, you can leave after admitting your mistake."

Shang Lang lowered his head and remained motionless.

Mu Jiarong was a little annoyed: "Hey, the master has made it clear that he is not welcome, and insists on barging into the back garden of his house and lingering. Does anyone know you well?"

Shang Lang sat down by the pool by himself, hugged his knees, and pointed to the lotus pond: "Why aren't you familiar with it? I taught you how to float in water when I was young."

Mu Jiarong sneered: "Is there such a thing? I don't remember."

Shang Lang said: "It's right here, you were sitting by the pond by the pond making herbs, you were scared by me and fell into the pond."

He looked at the top of Mu Jiarong's head: "Our senior brothers rushed to fish you up. When you were fished up, you were the same as now, with a few tufts of water plants hanging on your head."

Mu Jiarong patted his head with his hand, and pulled down a few wet plants. He became more and more ashamed and angry: "Bah, you were already a teenager at that time, and you are not ashamed to scare children who are just a few years old."