Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

The little disciple flinched: "I still have homework to do in the afternoon, and I am in a hurry to go back."

Having said that, his tone seemed a little unnatural, and his feet moved a little further quietly.

Ning Duo stood quietly inside the door and looked outside.

The opposite side is full of cliffs, like clouds floating in the mountains, between the green mountains and green waters, there seems to be a faint haze rising.

He looked at the little junior brother who was standing far away outside, and asked, "How are you guys doing with your homework recently? Have you been slacking off?"

On weekdays, although the inner disciples all attended the lectures under Ning Cheng's seat, Ning Cheng had limited energy, and only Ning Duo and Shang Lang taught them in person.

The other disciples mostly received advice from the two senior brothers Shang Lang and Ning Duo.

Shang Lang is warm-hearted and hearty, the professor never hides his secrets, Ning Duo seldom talks, but he can often see the crux of the problem at a glance when giving advice, the juniors love to pester Shang Lang on weekdays, but when they encounter difficulties, they often come to Ning Duo Duozhi teaches more.

The little junior lowered his head: "Recently... all the seniors have gone out to practice."

Ning Duo nodded: "Has Xiao Zhou gone too? If he comes back, remember to remind him that he will soon complete his impact training, so don't be impatient."

The little junior seemed to tremble slightly, not daring to look at him: "...Okay."

Ning Duo suddenly said: "You raise your head."

Although he usually doesn't put on airs as a senior brother, but his temperament is cold and serious, his cultivation is outstanding, and he has a high prestige among the juniors. When he said such a cold word, the junior brother couldn't help being startled and raised his head hastily.

Ning Duo stared at his red eyes: "Why are you crying?"

The little junior wiped the corners of his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "It's nothing. The master told you to retreat and practice with peace of mind, to consolidate the middle layer of the golden core that you just broke through, and don't be disturbed by any external affairs."

Ning Duo lightly lowered his eyes, and was silent for a while: "Understood."

His voice softened a bit, as if he was no longer suspicious, but he suddenly said: "By the way, did you see the friend who asked you to help me meet last time?"

The little junior didn't dare to look at him even more, and said in a low voice, "Well... I saw it. I found that valley and told him that you were asked by the master to go into seclusion and couldn't come to see him on time."

Ning Duo stared at him with bright eyes: "Then what did he say?"

"He was a little disappointed and said, said he would see you later."

Ning Duo let out a soft "Oh" and said in a harmonious voice, "Then how is the little white mink next to him? The one that always squats on his shoulder."

The little junior nodded hastily: "Okay... yes, very cute."

Ning Duo suddenly fell silent.

Across the stone gate, some kind of faint coercion rushed towards his face, forcing the little junior brother to suffocate his breath, and his mind was shocked.

Ning Duo's eyes were like a sharp sword, locking him coldly.

"You have never seen him, have you?" He said, "If you have, you should know that there is no white mink around him, only a black dream-making beast."

The little junior staggered a few steps, his face turned pale: "I..."

Ning Duo said sharply, "Where's the map I gave you? Why didn't you go, and why did you lie to me?"

The little junior brother suddenly hissed: "Second senior brother, don't ask any more! Master said, don't make things difficult for me if I'm not allowed to say a word to you."

Ning Duo said word by word: "Don't ask what? Did something happen?"

The little junior stomped his feet, didn't dare to say any more, turned his head and ran away, and immediately disappeared from Ning Duo's sight.

Ning Duo closed his eyes and stood in the empty and cold retreat room, standing still like a statue.

Over the past few days, the growing uneasiness and annoyance have finally been confirmed.

Something happened outside.

……

When most people rush to improve their realm, as long as the foundation is solid, there will be no danger.

Only when a forced breakthrough leads to instability of the realm, or when the outside world interrupts or the demon invades at a critical moment, do you need to retreat and repair.

Whether it is to drive away the demons or stabilize the realm, an extremely quiet place is needed.

Therefore, the retreat room is a place for all sects.

In order to avoid being disturbed by retreaters, this kind of place is often very secret. Once sealed, there is plenty of spiritual energy inside and no shortage of expenses, and it can form a world of its own.

It was late at night when Ning Duo returned to the Sky Sect alone that day.

He didn't meet anyone along the way, and he went to the bedroom where Ning Cheng lived alone, just as his master came back from outside with a sword.

Seeing him come back, Ning Cheng almost wept with joy, but after hearing all his detailed reports, his face suddenly darkened.

Without any explanation, he was taken to the secret place in the back mountain that night and locked in this retreat room.

Ning Cheng didn't show any intention of punishing him, he just said through the door that he had just broken through to the mid-stage Golden Core, his Dao heart was unstable, and he should not be disturbed by the trivial matters outside.

The retreat room is clean and quiet, just enough for him to concentrate on cultivation and thoroughly consolidate his cultivation.

Ning Duochu didn't think there was anything wrong at the beginning, but he was worried that Yuan Qinghang would not be able to wait for him. In desperation, he had to secretly ask the junior brother who delivered the meal to see Yuan Qinghang, and sent him a message to tell him to leave first.

The junior brother always respected him, and when he came back, he also said that he had fulfilled his entrustment, so he didn't doubt it.

But for some reason, as the days went by, not only was he unable to meditate when he was practicing, but he also felt weird and uneasy day by day.

It should be a great thing for him to come back. Master has no reason to hide it from other brothers and sisters, but these days, no one has come to visit.

Whether it's Shang Lang, or those brothers who are familiar with each other.

No matter how many times he asked the little junior brother who delivered the meal, the answer he got was always the same: I went out for training, and I will return after a while.

But today he tried a little bit, and finally found something wrong.

The master told him to retreat, not just for him to consolidate his newly ascended state, but to trap him.

But what could happen?

It was revealed that Li Qinghong killed the only son of the High Heaven Palace, and the people from the High Heaven Palace and the Demon Sect sought revenge from each other;

Or during the time when he disappeared with Yuan Qinghang, his master suspected that he was murdered by members of the Mozong, and had already started a dispute with the Mozong?

Where is that map now, and what about Yuan Qinghang?

For a moment, his mind was full of Yuan Qinghang waving goodbye to him with Duoduo in his arms, and he couldn't help feeling upset and sweating profusely...

The retreat room occupies a huge area, and the surrounding walls are all embedded with natural treasures that are helpful for cultivation, and there are piles of spiritual stones piled up in the corners.

Those who can enter the retreat are all geniuses or important figures in the sect.

Although Ning Cheng put him in confinement, he actually let him enjoy the top resources in the sect. These days, he meditated every day and absorbed a large amount of extremely high-purity aura, which indeed benefited him a lot.

But at this moment, he couldn't calm down anymore.

After pacing back and forth in the room for a long time, he finally took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged.

Suddenly, a sudden but clear voice came from the empty surroundings.

A little old, and the words are slow, but it seems to be able to get into his brain.

"If you are in samadhi like you, you can go mad at any time." The voice was cold and careless, "It's hard to cultivate to the middle stage of Jindan, if you die like this and go crazy, it's not worth it."

Ning Duo suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

Looking around the walls, he said in a deep voice, "Who?"

The owner of the voice did not answer him, but asked, "Who is your master?"

Ning Duo became more and more frightened: "Who the hell are you?"

The retreat room is tightly shielded, no one can see inside, and after the door is closed, no one can come in through sound transmission, so how can this person talk to him fluently?

The voice said to itself: "Zheng Yuan is dead, and Wuji's legs are crippled. If a new disciple with such good qualifications enters the sect, he will have to worship only one person."

He paused, and said slowly, "Are you Ning Cheng's apprentice?"

Ning Duo stood up, trying his best to search for the source of the voice: "Senior, with such astonishing cultivation, why don't you reveal your identity, but sneak around?"

The voice "haha" laughed twice, as if it heard something that couldn't be more funny: "In this Cangqiong faction, everyone will bow and kneel when they see me. Do I still need to be sneaky?"

Ning Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he said solemnly, "The Grand Master?"

Yes, in this secret realm, there is another person who is retreating.

Ever since the battle between immortals and demons and the joint killing of Demon Sect Yuan Zuoyi, he was severely injured and his realm dropped several layers.

The master of Ning Cheng and Ning Wanfeng, and the biological father of Shang Wuji.

The previous generation's head of the Cang Qiong Sect, Shang Yuan, who was once the most cultivated in the world, was known as the No. 1 Golden Core Perfection Realm!

Sure enough, the voice said with satisfaction: "It's not stupid."

Ning Duo respectfully prostrated in the stone room, and said to the empty walls, "I pay my respects to the Supreme Master. I heard from Master that your Soul Lamp has been shining brightly recently, and everyone guesses that you will be released soon." , so the disciples and grandchildren can guess."

Shang Yuan's voice was faint: "Get up. How old are you this year?"

Ning Duo was even more frightened. The other party could really see his every move through the mountain wall.

No, it cannot be seeing.

It could only be that his cultivation of spiritual consciousness is already extremely high, so high that he can feel his every move with the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power!

But according to his understanding, separated by many stone walls and restrictions, if he wanted to use his spiritual sense to investigate so carefully, he might not be able to do it even if he was in the Golden Core Perfection Realm.

He was extremely shocked in his heart, and replied in a deep voice: "Nineteen years old."

Shang Yuan seemed to be silent for a while: "When did you get the golden pill?"

Ning Duo said: "Beginning at the age of eight, forming alchemy at the age of 15, and receiving the sword from the master at the age of 16."

Shang Yuan's voice was strange: "Is it already the mid-stage Golden Core?"

Ning Duo respectfully said: "Half a year ago, I was able to enter the Ten Thousand Blades Tomb. It is also very beneficial for the improvement of the realm to meet the chance."

The voice in the air suddenly disappeared, and Shang Yuan didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he murmured: "I never thought that after more than ten years of retreat, there would be such a powerful young genius in the Sky Sect. Ning Cheng has a good eye."

He seemed to sigh faintly, and he didn't know whether it was disappointment or hatred: "Before, I also taught an apprentice whose aptitude was as heaven-defying as yours."

Ning Duo remained silent, not daring to answer easily.

In the Sky Sect, Ning Wanfeng's name is an absolute taboo.And his identity, even Shang Lang didn't know.

Shang Yuan asked again: "What kind of opportunity did you encounter in the Ten Thousand Blade Tomb?"

Ning Duo's heart tightened slightly, but he was unwilling to lie and hide it: "The apprentice and grandson are in the tomb, and they got the sword of Yinghui and the soul of the soldier recognized the master."

As soon as these words came out, there was a long silence in the air.

Although separated by an unknown distance, Ning Duo still felt a sudden burst of coercion on his body.

The coercion went from vague, to turbulent, to manic and chaotic, and finally died down suddenly.

In just a short moment, he turned around in various extreme emotions.

The Sword of Yinghui was Ning Wanfeng's weapon during his lifetime, but Ning Wanfeng was the murderer who hurt the son of Shang Zongzhu and Zheng Yuan, and even the traitor who betrayed his master and joined the Demon Sect.

Although more than ten years have passed, what should Master Shang Yuan think when he heard that Ning Wanfeng's soldier spirit had reappeared in the world and returned to the disciples of the Cangqiong Sect?

Just when Ning Duo was sweating and his heart was in turmoil, Shang Yuan's voice finally sounded faintly.

"The Yinghui Sword was indeed a peerless sword." His voice was calm, unable to hear any emotion, "But after all, he followed his master into a demon. If you hold it, if you can't suppress it, you may be led astray. heart."

Ning Duo hesitated for a moment: "The Supreme Master reminded you rightly. His disciples must be cautious and abide by their virtues."

Shang Yuan was silent for a while before sighing.

"After all, you are my disciple, so I will give you some pointers." He said leisurely, his old voice suddenly tinged with strange excitement, "There is a rare cultivation method in the Sky Sect. Pass it on to you, you can practice secretly when you have time, it will definitely be of great benefit."

Ning Duo was startled: "What method?"

Shang Yuan said: "The Canglong Jue. This method of mind is amazing, and at least those who have cultivated above the golden core can comprehend the mystery. You and I are destined today, so I will pass it on to you."

……

Beside the teleportation array leading to the fairy world from the Mozong, there was a flash of light, and the spiritual power fluctuated.

The figure of Yuan Qinghang flashed out.

The sky was full of stars and dense forests outside, he identified the direction and rushed forward.

Along the way, with insects chirping and a breeze blowing, he ran for a while, but suddenly stopped at a corner of a mountain road.

There was silence behind him, but he sighed: "Come out."

Not far away, in the dense forest on the side, a thin figure slowly appeared.

"Brother Young Master."

Yuan Qinghang turned around and looked at him helplessly: "Aunt Hong asked you to stare at me?"

Li Qinghong lowered his head, not looking at him: "No."

"Then what are you doing with me?"

Li Qinghong's face was pale, his wounded arm was unnaturally hanging by his side, and he said in a low voice: "Brother Young Master... Are you going to find that Ning Duo?"

Yuan Qinghang nodded, not intending to deny it: "Yes, he has been missing for so many days, what happened to him, I have to check."

Li Qinghong said: "I'm with you."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him: "Based on what I know about Ning Duo, if he returns to the Cangqiong Sect, he will definitely tell his master honestly what he saw and heard in the tomb."

Li Qinghong remained silent.

"But the people in Lingxiao Temple haven't made a big effort to seek revenge on you so far. There is only one possibility." Yuan Qinghang said thoughtfully, "He disappeared without seeing his master."

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "Finding him is the beginning of your troubles. So, do you still want to find him with me?"

Li Qinghong said: "If he died, wouldn't I feel relieved when I saw his body?"

Yuan Qinghang was not angry either, and said lightly: "It's useless for you to curse, he will live longer than anyone else."

Li Qinghong lowered his eyes: "It's useless to live. He doesn't want to lie, so he will not hide anything about hanging out with you these days."

He suddenly grinned, a little happy: "A person who defends the young master of the Demon Sect with all his strength, does anyone believe what he said?"

Yuan Qinghang nodded: "You are right, what he is about to face is really difficult."

But there was a gleam in his eyes: "But I believe that he will be able to handle it well."