Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Li Qinghong stopped talking.

Yuan Qinghang pondered for a moment: "You really don't need to follow me. What Aunt Hong said told you to assist me and obey my orders, which is absolutely unnecessary."

He said in harmony: "You are not someone's vassal, so you don't need to listen to any unreasonable demands."

Li Qinghong remained silent for a while, and said dumbly for a while: "I don't have anything else to do."

Yuan Qinghang suddenly said: "Do you really want to see Shang Lang? You have never harmed him, so you can't let him be misunderstood like this for the rest of your life."

Li Qinghong lowered his head, clenched his fingers slightly: "I..."

Looking at his pale face, Yuan Qinghang couldn't bear it in the end: "If you dare not go alone, I can accompany you, and I am looking for him too."

Li Qinghong raised his head in a daze: "What do you want him for?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "I have no idea how to find Ning Duo now, so I might as well ask him if he has any clues. Although Shang Lang is a bit reckless, he is also a reasonable person."

The expression in Li Qinghong's eyes changed, he didn't know whether it was struggling or hesitating.

Yuan Qinghang didn't force him, turned around and ran forward by himself: "Whether you want to follow or not, it's up to you."

On the mountain road behind him, Li Qinghong didn't move at all.

He waited until Yuan Qinghang's figure was about to disappear, then he gritted his teeth and chased after him with all his strength.

Yuan Qinghang slowed down as if nothing had happened, and when he finally caught up, he said: "Let's go to Shennong Valley."

Li Qinghong paused, wondering: "Why?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "Zhu Zhu and the others helped me find out. Shang Lang is now a guest in Shennong Valley."

Li Qinghong walked side by side with him, silently.

Where no one was looking, he grabbed his palm fiercely, his eyes were dim and radiating a cold light.

……

The back garden on the top of Shennong Valley is full of aura, and the fragrance of medicine blows on the face of the master with the breeze, bringing a slight chill.

Two figures flashed out from a corner of the garden, and quietly touched the edge of the colorful lotus pond.

A young disciple was feeding fish food by the pond under the moonlight. Suddenly, the back of his neck went numb, and a tiny dizzy needle was nailed to his neck.

The little disciple shook, his body became limp, and he fell to the ground immediately.

Li Qinghong jumped forward and dragged him neatly into the shadows, holding the "Tu Ling" dagger in his hand, swaying eeriely in front of him.

"Shut up, or you'll slit your throat."

The little disciple also knew the goods, felt the sinister aura exuded by Tu Ling, and already trembled all over his body: "What do you two little immortals want, I will do what I do!"

Yuan Qinghang stood beside Li Qinghong, and said kindly: "A guest came to your valley, named Shang Lang, where does he live?"

Seeing his smiling face, the little disciple trembled a little bit: "There are several guest rooms next to the Kongsang Palace on the top of the mountain. The rooms where people live are lit with candles at night, so you can tell at a glance."

Yuan Qinghang asked again: "I heard that your valley owner is not here now?"

The little disciple nodded vigorously: "That's right, Master Gu went out with the masters of the Sword Sect to slay demons..."

Seeing the two little devils in front of him at a glance, he quickly changed his words: "Ah no, it's a war. I haven't returned yet."

Yuan Qinghang breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine if you're not here.

After all, Mu Anyang is the master of a valley, and his cultivation base is also as perfect as the golden core. He has just broken through the middle stage of the golden core. If he really bumps into it, he can save his life.

Li Qinghong's face was gloomy, and he stretched out his hand to press the dizziness needle on the little disciple's neck a little deeper.

The little disciple tilted his head and passed out without a sound.

Yuan Qinghang whispered: "Let's say it first, no matter what misunderstanding Shang Lang has, don't choke if you open your mouth later."

Li Qinghong remained silent.

Yuan Qinghang was still worried, and said: "I'll go and attract him, and you are here to meet him. Anyway, we are here to ask him for help."

Li Qinghong said lightly: "I'm afraid he will chase after me and chop."

Yuan Qinghang walked a few steps, suddenly paused, turned his head and asked, "Why did you slash Mu Jiarong's face?"

Under the melting moonlight, Li Qinghong said indifferently: "Because I was upset when I saw his face."

……

Next to Kongsang Palace, there are several spacious guest rooms for guests to live in occasionally.

Shang Lang sat in front of the window, staring blankly at a small white jade porcelain vase in his hand.

It was exactly the bottle that Li Qinghong in the Wanren Tomb gave him, it resists heat and removes fire, and it tastes cool.

After a while, he poured out the last sugar-like pill from it, and seemed to want to throw it away, but after hesitating for a long time, he took it back irritably.

The moonlight was light, and small shrubs with small fragrant flowers stood beside the window lattice. Suddenly, a swift shadow flew in from the window, with a strong wind, brushed his cheek, and nailed to the five-drawer medicine cabinet behind him.

Shang Lang's reaction was extremely quick, and he raised the tip of the sword against the shadow with his backhand. When he touched it, the black shadow was soft and tough, and it turned out to be a small tail feather, shaking tremblingly.

Shang Lang approached cautiously.

Under the flickering red candles in the room, the black tail feathers were black and shiny, with a line of small characters written in silver sand on them.

"Beside the colorful lotus pond, my old friend asks to see you. I only wish that you will be alone."

Shang Lang frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally clinging to the "blazing sun" sword, turned over and jumped out.

It was midnight, and there was no one around, only the unique scent of medicine from the Mu family accompanied me all the way.

He stepped lightly, looked around carefully, and slowly stepped into the garden.

There is no one around the colorful lotus pond.

Just as he was wondering and wondering, suddenly, across the water far away, a clear voice came.

"Young Master Shang, please stay safe."

The voice was very familiar, and it was as if a thunderbolt struck Shang Lang's heart. He suddenly drew his sword and pointed forward, shouting sharply: "You!"

Across the lotus pond, a figure appeared among the swaying willow branches.

She is tall and tall, with a bunch of golden rings shining in her black hair, and her hands are extremely white, holding a white jade black gold fan that flows the brilliance.

It was the young master of the Demon Sect, Yuan Qinghang, who had been missing for half a year and was bloody when he showed up!

Shang Lang was about to shout for warning, Yuan Qinghang swung the black gold fan in his hand and nodded behind him.

Shang Lang turned around sharply, his body stiffened suddenly, and he clenched the Chi Yang Sword tightly.

In the shadow of the rocks, a pale face appeared.

The Tu Ling dagger in Li Qinghong's hand was placed sideways on the neck of the little Shennonggu disciple, and he said indifferently: "If you yell a word, his life will be gone."

Shang Lang stared at him with pain and disappointment in his eyes.

"Let go of him. Don't you think it's despicable and shameless to take an innocent and weak hostage!" He gritted his teeth.

Yuan Qinghang stepped on the lotus leaf on the surface of the pool with his feet, stepped on the water surface, rose and fell a few times, and leaped to him.

"Young Master Shang, don't be impatient first." He said sincerely, "We are just afraid that you will fight indiscriminately, so I would like to ask you to listen carefully."

Shang Lang glared: "Hurry up, don't be a mother-in-law!"

Looking at his expression, Yuan Qinghang felt slightly disappointed: "Young Master Shang, you have never seen Ning Duo, have you?"

"Nonsense! How could I have seen it?" Shang Lang's eyes were filled with anger, "You disappeared with him, what did you do to him? I swear, if you really hurt him, I will kill you for the rest of my life." read!"

Yuan Qinghang's heart was heavy, he was in a trance for a while, and then said: "Don't worry, he must be alive."

Shang Lang was stunned, and suddenly understood something: "I see, you plotted secretly when you left the tomb, poisoned him into a stupor, and imprisoned him in your Demon Sect, right?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head helplessly: "Mr. Shang, let's get down to business. We are here tonight because, among many people, you are the only one we both want to believe."

Shang Lang coldly glanced at Li Qinghong next to him: "Isn't it because I'm the best at cheating?"

Li Qinghong lowered his head, lowered his black eyelashes, and said nothing.

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "I also know the next words, you probably won't believe a word. But you listen carefully now, and if you encounter something wrong in the future, you might as well think back."

Shang Lang pointed "Zhi Yang" in the air: "Shut up, who has time to listen to you..."

As soon as the "Zhi Yang" sword brilliance moved, the "Tu Ling" dagger in Li Qinghong's hand was already pressed down, and a stream of blood flowed down the unconscious little disciple's neck.

"Just listen to what Brother Young Master said." Li Qinghong said dumbly, "Are you only happy if you kill people?"

Shang Lang was angry and anxious, stared at him, and said word by word: "You can do nothing but kill people, right?"

Li Qinghong raised his pitch-black eyes, looked at him, and seemed to sneer slightly.

"I can still lie. Why, have you never been taught?"

Yuan Qinghang hurriedly shouted: "Enough is enough, you can't choke people if you say it, brother Hong, shut up!"

He looked at Shang Lang and said solemnly: "Listen well. First, your junior brother Ning and I met an accident when we got out of the tomb, and we were left in the Wanren Tomb. We stayed here for half a year before we found a chance to come out. .”

Shang Lang listened in astonishment: "..."

"Secondly, after we came out, he and I didn't know about the turmoil in the past six months, so we parted ways and went back. I was caught by Yuwenli's plan and handed over to the Tantai family. But Ning Duo has never heard from him again. That's where I get anxious."

Shang Lang couldn't help it, and sneered: "You mean, the whole mist formation has nothing to do with you, you are as pure as a piece of white paper?"

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "It's not just that I am clean and innocent, our entire Demon Sect has nothing to do with this matter, and it was designed to be wronged at all."

Shang Lang seemed to be looking at a lunatic: "Who did that?"

Yuan Qinghang was very sincere: "I don't know yet, but I believe that if we work together to find clues, we will be able to find the real mastermind behind the scenes and give an explanation to the dead."

Shang Lang finally couldn't take it anymore: "The one who died in vain? I want justice for Junior Brother Zhou who died in vain today!"

With the voice, the radiance of the Blazing Sun Sword in his hand soared, drawing a golden light like a scorching sun in the air, and stabbing Yuan Qinghang in the chest!

Yuan Qinghang had been on guard for a long time, and the white jade and black gold fan spread out head-on, a huge spiritual power was like an invisible giant wall, clear and flexible. vast.

Shang Lang was startled suddenly, and blurted out: "Your fan?"

Yuan Qinghang smiled: "Then do you now believe that I stayed in the Wanren Tomb and encountered a small chance?"

Shang Lang was stunned for a moment.

He had clearly seen the power of this white jade fan before Yuan Qinghang.

He can be sure that it has never been so bottomless before, and it vaguely has the majesty of an ancient soldier's soul, as if reborn!

He gritted his teeth and sneered: "So you used it to wash the Tantai family with blood?"

Yuan Qinghang sighed softly: "If I say it again, the bloody case of the Tantai family has nothing to do with me. Mrs. Tantai and all the disciples died at the hands of the head of the Tantai family. You will find it even more incredible?"

Shang Lang said angrily: "The reason you two came tonight is to say these crazy nonsense?"

He was suddenly terrified: "That's not right...you are trying to divert the tiger away from the mountain, lure me away, and deal with other people in Shennong Valley?!"

He turned around abruptly, wanting to rush to where he came from, but just as he moved, a gloomy and strange knife light pierced his face.

Li Qinghong's face was cold and pale, the cold light of the dagger in his hand formed a black arc: "Are you in a hurry to save Young Master Mu?"

Shang Lang said angrily: "How did he offend you? You didn't ruin his face enough, you have to continue to hurt him!"

Li Qinghong suddenly became ruthless, and stabbed even more urgently with the Tu Ling dagger in his hand: "Of course it wasn't enough, I only regret that I didn't make up for it at that time."

The two were fighting fiercely, and a surge of spiritual energy struck down from the center, separating their weapons.

Yuan Qinghang had a terrible headache, and grabbed Li Qinghong's arm: "I told you to stop talking nonsense, let's justify, isn't it self-defilement, okay?!"

As soon as the two weapons were separated, they each bypassed him and fought together from the side.

Yuan Qinghang had no choice but to rush forward again, fanning Li Qinghong's dagger with his right hand, and throwing an ice blade talisman with his left hand to block Shang Lang who rushed forward.

"Stop, stop, stop!" He yelled, "Mr. Shang, Brother Hong really never harmed you. You were injured by black hands in the battle, and he still went to find you..."

It's okay not to say this, but once he uttered it, Li Qinghong became more and more crazy, opened his mouth and cut it off: "Mr. Shang, if you continue to entangle me, Mr. Mu might have been killed by people from our Demon Sect. Don't talk about face, just I was afraid that my whole body would be so rotten that I couldn’t see it.”

Shang Lang felt a chill in his heart, and he was extremely angry: "You!..."

Suddenly, a clear and agile sword intent struck from the rocks behind them!

Under the moonlight, Mu Jiarong's eyes were red, the scars on his face were faintly visible, the "Lizhu" soft sword in his hand was luminescent, and he slashed at Li Qinghong: "You should be rotten into a ball!"

Li Qinghong was furious in his heart, he didn't expect that there was someone hiding here, so he hurriedly dodged.

But one arm was injured, and it was not flexible enough. Mu Jiarong's sword was stabbing his injured arm that had been bitten by thousands of insects in the Ten Thousand Gu Cave, and the blood flowed profusely, and the color was black.

Under the moonlight, the color of the blood flow was so strange that Mu Jiarong was also taken aback: "You, you..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shang Lang's shocked expression, he was angry and anxious: "Look at what I am doing, my sword is not poisonous."

Li Qinghong didn't cry out in pain, stopped the attack on Shang Lang, turned his body strangely, and stabbed Mu Jiarong sharply.

Tu Lingdagger carried a chill, like crazy.

Mu Jiarong was originally irritated in his heart, and his sword was more fierce than before, but when he met Li Qinghong, it was not enough to watch.

After a few strokes, danger was everywhere, and Tu Ling's dagger brushed against his hair several times.

Mu Jiarong was terribly afraid of this insidious dagger, the more he was afraid, the more he couldn't let go of his hands and feet. Seeing that the dagger was about to slash at his face again, a blazing sword aura finally slanted towards him and pushed the blade away.

It was Shang Lang.

Yuan Qinghang groaned secretly in his heart, not daring to delay any longer, he pressed the handle of the fan in his hand, and a cloud of cyan smoke rose up.

He grabbed Li Qinghong: "Okay, we've finished talking, let's go!"

The misty smoke covered the sky and instantly fascinated the water surface of the colorful lotus pond, and the figures of the two people disappeared in it.

Mu Jiarong was anxious and angry, turned around and jumped onto the rockery behind him, and pressed down hard on an inconspicuous groove!