Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Shuang Jiang's voice was clear and crisp, and he said like a cannonball: "Guard Zuo saw that he was protecting the vixen, and was sad and anxious, so he dropped the words. It's okay to make a clean break, but if Mu Anyang dares to find out that the girl who picks medicine is married, she will kill her again and make a fuss. Turned upside down."

Yuan Qinghang smiled wryly: "Mu Anyang agreed?"

"As long as Mu Anyang doesn't get married, the Li family won't lose face, and this matter will be over." Shuang Jiang became more and more angry, "Who knows what kind of poison Mu Anyang was, saying that since he decided to marry her , I can’t just sneak around like this and not give a title. As a result, after the woman gave birth, the marriage was made up.”

Yuan Qinghang murmured "No" in his heart, and blurted out: "Then how could Aunt Hong just stop here?"

Shuang Jiang said angrily: "It's more than that! Protector Li's father was breaking through the barrier at the time. Hearing about this, he was so angry that he exploded and died that night."

Yuan Qinghang exclaimed: "What? This... this must be blamed on Mu Anyang."

It used to be just love and hatred between sons and daughters, but now there are people dying!

"Who said it wasn't? On the night of Renmu's big wedding, Zuo Hufa went there alone. The auspicious time had passed, so she entered the wedding room."

Yuan Qinghang was terrified: "She won't poison and kill people?"

There was a silence in the room, and after a long while, Gu Yu behind the curtain said in a low voice: "Mu Anyang was drunk in the front at that time, and when he rushed to the wedding room, Zuo Hufa had already killed the girl picking medicine."

Yuan Qinghang shook his hands and was shocked: "If she wants to kill, she should kill the heartless man, why kill a weak woman in the world?!"

No matter how close Li Hongling is to him if he doesn't help the manager, he can't stand by her in this matter!

The two sisters were also silent.

After a long while, Shuang Jiang said coyly: "When you are angry, what can't you do? Our Zuo Dharma has a strong temper, and we were laughed at by the whole world, and our father died because of it..."

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly asked: "What about Mu Anyang?"

"Of course he was going crazy with anger, and the two of them fought in the bloody wedding room, and it turned out..."

Shuang Jiang's voice became lower and lower, as if he couldn't bear it: "Then Guardian Zuo was stabbed with a sword and went crazy, so..."

Yuan Qinghang had a bad feeling in his heart: "So what?"

Shuang Jiang's voice trembled a little: "She also threw that newborn child to death."

Yuan Qinghang stood up abruptly, spilling half of the teacup in his hand.

He was stunned for a while, and then said: "Did Aunt Hong really do this? Did she fall to her death on the spot?"

Gu Yu hesitated for a moment: "It is said that she snatched the baby and ran away. Mu Anyang chased after her closely. After catching up, Zuo Hufa threw the baby to a bloody mess in front of him."

Shuang Jiang also sighed: "Mu Anyang was so sad that Zuo Hufa killed his wife and children like this, so he fought her hard, and finally smashed her golden core with a sword, and knocked her off the cliff."

Yuan Qinghang was startled suddenly, and finally remembered something: "Ah, I see, my uncle saved her later!"

Gu Yu replied: "Yes, Sect Master Yuan happened to pass by that year, and after he rescued her, he taught her the Pojin formula. From then on, she joined the Demon Sect."

Yuan Qinghang thought about the tragic entanglement between Li Hongling and Mu Anyang back then, and at the same time felt thrilling, and at the same time vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Although Li Hongling was usually ruthless, she was probably just a girl from a famous immortal sect back then. Even if her fiancé had a change of heart, how could she be so hostile?

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

Unless... Unless Li Hongling was abandoned from beginning to end, would she be so angry and unwilling?

He tentatively lowered his voice: "When Aunt Hong gave birth to brother Hong, do you know?"

Shuang Jiang was slightly startled, and looked at him strangely: "Young Master, I know what you're thinking. It's nothing."

Yuan Qinghang said, "What do you think I think?"

Shuang Jiang's cherry lips twitched: "It has been more than half a year since Guardian Zuo was divorced and went to kill the bridal chamber. She has always been slender, but she is an innocent girl."

Yuan Qinghang stopped talking in embarrassment.

That would be a completely wrong guess.

He had vaguely suspected that Li Hongling was so hostile because she was abandoned from beginning to end and she was pregnant, but it was completely wrong to say that.

When they turned against each other, since she was not pregnant at all, then Li Qinghong could not be Mu Anyang's son.

It's just that Li Hongling killed Mu Anyang's newlywed wife and young son, and Mu Anyang indirectly caused Li's father to go mad, even ruined her cultivation, and shot her off a cliff.

In any case, there is deep-rooted hatred between each other, and it is right to not stop dying.

Shuang Jiang was on the side, and couldn't help but whispered again: "Guard Zuo's whereabouts are uncertain. When she came back, she brought the young master with her. Everyone privately speculated that she was disheartened, indulged at will, and accidentally became pregnant."

Yuan Qinghang remained silent.

This makes sense.

Gu Yu came out from behind the curtain and helped the unconscious Li Qinghong back onto the bed.

Yuan Qinghang ran over and gave him his pulse again.

Highly poisonous toxins are the most likely to cause rapid heartbeat and disordered breathing. Just now Li Qinghong was unconscious and his pulse was extremely fast. Now after some treatment, he has calmed down a lot, and his face is no longer like a ghost like before.

Yuan Qinghang sent the two maids out the door, and sat down at the small table beside the bed, staring at the dancing candlelight, dazed.

The night was gradually getting darker, and the moonlight outside the window was like silver, pouring on the ground in front of the bed, a hazy white.

Li Qinghong moaned vaguely on the bed.

Yuan Qinghang was lying in front of the table in a daze when he suddenly woke up and hurriedly ran to his side.

"Brother Hong?"

The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes and looked at him blankly: "Brother Young Master?..."

Yuan Qinghang picked up the face towel, wiped the new cold sweat on his forehead, and said softly: "It's me, I came out of the Thousand Blade Tomb."

Li Qinghong stared at him obsessively, as if he didn't know where he was.

After a long time, he looked around at the familiar room, and at his tightly bandaged arm, and finally woke up.

He said in a daze, "I thought... I would never see you again."

On the small stove in the room, a hot soup is simmering, and the flames are simmering under the simmer.

Yuan Qinghang turned around, brought over the medicine jar, skillfully filtered the medicine residue, and brought it to Li Qinghong's mouth: "What's the matter?

Li Qinghong stood up with difficulty, took his hand, and obediently drank.

"How is the wound?" Yuan Qinghang asked, "If the pain is severe, I will give you a little more sedative dose."

Li Qinghong shook his head: "It doesn't hurt much."

After a while, he said dumbly again: "I'm used to it."

Yuan Qinghang's heart trembled, and the uneasiness flooded up.

Li Qinghong raised his head, hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "What about him?"

Yuan Qinghang's face froze: "He is also very good, and has broken through the middle stage of Jindan."

Li Qinghong's hand quietly grabbed the bed sheet beside him, his pale fingers spasmed slightly.

Yuan Qinghang glanced at his hand, and said in a cold voice, "If someone overestimates his own strength, the Sword of Repentance in his hand may never be merciful again."

Li Qinghong's face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled for a long time, and he finally begged: "Brother Young Master, I was wrong... I will never harm him again, please don't blame me. If you don't let it go, I will go to Wanwan again." Stay in the Gu cave for a few nights, okay?"

Yuan Qinghang struggled in his heart, at first he wanted to settle accounts with Li Qinghong after he came out, but seeing him self-punishing and seriously injured, what else can he do?

After a while, only Youyou sighed: "I can't control you anyway, and you won't really listen to me at any time."

Li Qinghong was extremely flustered, and tightly grabbed his sleeve: "No, no... From now on, I will listen to Brother Young Master in everything, don't leave me behind."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him silently, feeling disappointed and unable to bear it.

Suddenly thought of something, he said: "By the way, I have something to ask you. Did you see anything special when you were hiding from the pursuit alone in the mist formation? Or, do you have any clues?"

Li Qinghong looked blank, and suddenly remembered something: "There is one thing... I don't know if it counts or not."

"what?"

Li Qinghong said: "Mu Jiarong was stabbed in front of me, I didn't see the murderer's face. But I seem to see something on his wrist."

Yuan Qinghang's spirit lifted: "What? A bracelet, or a bracelet?"

Li Qinghong thought hard: "It seems to be a wristband with patterns."

Yuan Qinghang frowned: "What color, what does it look like?"

Li Qinghong shook his head: "It's too dark, that man swung his sword so fast, I didn't see it clearly, I just felt something."

Yuan Qinghang wrote it down silently, and secretly said in his heart: Next, we need to ask Zhu Zhu and his scouts to pay attention to whether there are any immortal masters with strange patterned wristbands or strange accessories.

After being silent for a while, he tentatively said: "I heard that Shang Lang's health is also recovering."

Li Qinghong didn't answer, his eyelashes drooped, he didn't even respond.

Yuan Qinghang said to himself: "If there is any misunderstanding, explain what should be explained, and defend what should be defended. If you don't speak, no one will know."

In Li Qinghong's pitch-black eyes, it was like a pool of stagnant water.

Yuan Qinghang said again: "We didn't set up the mist formation. Uncle Ji ordered people to search among the corpses, just to find me, not to make up for the knife. Then why let friends misunderstand?"

Li Qinghong raised his head, looked at him with pity: "Brother Young Master...you are always so naive."

He smiled lightly, and sneered at the corners of his lips: "Go and tell those people that you didn't kill Mrs. Tantai, and you didn't wash Tantai's house with blood. Does anyone believe it?"

Yuan Qinghang said word by word: "As long as there is one person who believes, it is worth explaining. Otherwise, those who hold hope in us will be very disappointed?"

Li Qinghong suddenly hissed: "That's because you know that there is one person who will always believe in you! What about me? I don't... No one is willing to believe in me."

Yuan Qinghang said: "How do you know if you don't try? Besides, you didn't hurt Shang Lang at all."

Li Qinghong sneered: "Why wouldn't I hurt him?"

Yuan Qinghang said lightly: "It's because he treats you sincerely."

Li Qinghong's pale face was flushed, he suddenly raised his hand and knocked the medicine bowl on the ground.

With a "clang", the potion overflowed, and the smell of the medicine was pungent.

His body was trembling, and he shouted out of breath: "He is good to everyone. Even if it is a dog, if he shows a little weakness to him, or acts a little pitiful, he will be good to that dog!"

Yuan Qinghang leaned over and grabbed his arm firmly: "But you are not a dog, and you also know that he treats you differently."

He exerted great force, Li Qinghong's arm full of wounds was shaken by him, the white gauze quickly oozes blood, patches of bright red.

Li Qinghong raised his head, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all, his eyes were still dead silent.

"Why do you care about me?" He murmured, "Don't you have your little Qijun? ...Leave me alone."

Yuan Qinghang suddenly said angrily: "You like to associate with Shang Lang, is it really because you think he is stupid and fun to play with him?"

Li Qinghong tiredly closed his eyelids: "Otherwise."

Yuan Qinghang gritted his teeth, "You are close to him just because you don't want to sink into the mud again."

He grabbed Li Qinghong's hand and held it firmly: "Listen to me—don't kill anyone anymore, don't let your hands get bloody. It's not that difficult to turn around, and it's not ashamed to turn around!"

……

Outside the window in the distance, a figure stood silently under the shadow of a tree. The cold wind hit, and the hair on her forehead was blown into chaos.

A black shadow flashed, and a figure stood beside her.

Ji Banxia stared at the lights in front of Li Qinghong's window in the distance: "If you're worried, go in and have a look."

Li Hongling suddenly turned her head, and said angrily: "Who is worried about him? I am only worried that the young master is too tired. I just escaped from the Ten Thousand Blades Tomb, and was trapped in Tantai's house again. I almost died."

Ji Banxia said lightly: "I'm talking about Qinghang, who do you think I'm talking about?"

Li Hongling stopped talking.

Ji Banxia stared forward, as if talking to herself: "Qinghong is your son, I shouldn't talk too much. But the Wangu Cave is so dangerous, you should drag him out by force."

Li Hongling sneered: "I have taught him for more than ten years, and I have not hidden all my skills, I have passed them on to him. If you can't even deal with a ten thousand gu cave, you will die outside sooner or later."

Ji Banxia was silent for a while, and said: "Although it was Qinghong's poor consideration that caused the young master to fall into the Wanren Tomb, who would have thought that the young master could do this for Ning Duo?"

Li Hongling said: "I raised him because I want him to be loyal and assist the little young master. What's the use of him doing things like this instead of failing!"

"Qinghang is soft-hearted, seeing Qinghong punishing himself, he will not feel happy to vent his anger."

Li Hongling raised her brows upside down: "It's good to be sad! Let him know that he is so stupid and kind, and it will only cause people around him to suffer with him!"

Ji Banxia turned her head, a pair of gray eyes seemed to reveal strange pity: "Why are you so angry? You can't be angry at him for treating Mu Jiarong like that?"

Li Hongling stared at him, with a distorted hatred on her beautiful face: "Shouldn't you be angry? He's just nice to that Shang Lang of the Cangqiong Sect, but he's doing the same to the members of the Mu family!"

Ji Banxia remained silent.

Li Hongling's voice became sharper: "He's delicate and well-loved, what about him? What qualifications does he have to be kind, and he's also a good match for Mu Jiarong?"

……

Cang Qiong faction, Thousand Mountains.

There are indeed thousands of layers of mountains, surrounded by white clouds on the mountainside.

A young disciple dressed in white Jianzong robes was holding a food basket and climbing up the hidden trail behind the mountain with difficulty.

The mountain road is rugged, as if no one has walked it for a long time, and the wild grass covers most of the path, only half revealing a wild road.

After walking for a long time, he finally climbed up a cliff, panting behind a big rock.

Viewed from the front, it looks like a jagged cliff. Only at the back can a small formation be seen.

The spiritual power fluctuated faintly, and it was blocked in front of a huge hole, which was sealed with seals.

The little disciple took out a prepared talisman seal and nervously struck a specific spot of light. The light of the seal faded a little, and a small hole suddenly appeared on the flat rock.

"Second Senior Brother, the food is here." He knocked on the rock and shouted towards the inside, "Master said that it is not enough for you to take only the elixir, you should add some spirit beast meat."

There was a moment of silence inside, and then a clearer and more stern voice came faintly: "Understood, let it go."

A slender and graceful hand stretched out from the hole, and took the food box in.

The little disciple breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly, the clear voice spoke again: "Wait a minute."

The little disciple immediately took a few steps back, far away from the entrance of the cave, and said, "Second Senior Brother, what's the matter?"

The people inside the door were silent for a while, and said lightly: "Junior Brother, am I scary?"

The little disciple hurriedly said: "No!"

"Then why are you so far away?"