Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Along the way, Mu family disciples were patrolling everywhere. Tonight, the demon sect invaded. Fortunately, the Gu master came back in time to catch the demon who infiltrated.

Yuan Qinghang zigzags forward, picks a lot of flowers, plants, branches and leaves along the road, bypasses the guard posts from time to time, avoids countless traps, and finally touches the front of Kongsang Palace.

He hid in the shadow of the corner, pasted several breath-blocking talisman seals around his body, squeezed out the local grass leaf liquid he picked, and sprinkled it on his body, before cautiously peeping through each room.

In the welcoming hall in the middle, candles are brightly lit and sandalwood is fragrant.

Mu Anyang and his younger brother Mu Qinghui sat opposite each other, Mu Anyang was uneasy, and Mu Qinghui knocked on the edge of the table, as if he was also thinking about something.

After a while, Mu Qinghui said in a warm voice: "Senior brother, what are you going to do with this Li Qinghong?"

Mu Anyang frowned: "I haven't figured it out yet."

Mu Qinghui was a little surprised, as if he had thought of something, he tentatively said: "If senior brother doesn't want to deal with that devil Li Hongling anymore, why don't you hand him over to Young Master Shang. Take him to Xianzong, and execute him after a public trial. It has nothing to do with our Shennong Valley."

Mu Anyang's face darkened: "I'm afraid she won't come, so I can make a clean break!"

The room fell silent.After a while, Mu Anyang seemed a little anxious, and suddenly raised his head to look at Mu Qinghui: "Junior Brother, there is one thing I can't understand."

Mu Qinghui asked suspiciously: "What?"

Mu Anyang hesitated for a moment, then said: "Do you feel that the injuries of Jiarong and Mr. Shang are recovering too quickly?"

Outside the window, Yuan Qinghang, who was holding his breath and eavesdropping, was suddenly shocked.

He also said this sentence to Li Hongling and Ji Banxia.

The members of the Mu family rushed to the mist array first, treated the two juniors first, and used the best medicine, which is understandable, he was only slightly suspicious, but he didn't expect that Mu Anyang himself thought the same?

In the room, Mu Qinghui said in astonishment: "Isn't it because of your mastery of rejuvenation?"

Mu Anyang shook his head: "My treatment is of course timely, but when I rescued them, it seemed that I had smelled a strange fragrance by the side of the two of them."

Mu Qinghui asked in surprise, "What is that?"

Mu Anyang was a little anxious: "The situation was urgent at that time. I saw that Jiarong was seriously injured and my heart was in a mess, so I didn't think much about it. But when I think about it afterwards, I always feel a little familiar..."

Before he finished speaking, the door slammed, and a woman rushed in with tears in her face.

As soon as she entered the door, she found Mu Qinghui in the room, she forced a smile: "Oh, junior brother Qinghui is also there?"

Mu Qinghui quickly stood up, and said kindly: "Brother just came back, I'll talk to him. It's late at night, Madam sister-in-law, you and senior brother can rest, I'll come back tomorrow morning."

Yuan Qinghang felt suffocated outside the window for a while, this woman didn't come sooner or later, but she broke in at this time!

What is the aroma that Mu Anyang mentioned?

Is it the scent of women's powder that he is familiar with, or something else that he has smelled before?

……

Mrs. Mu watched Mu Qinghui go out, and sat down at the table with a straight face, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Husband, I heard that the villain who murdered Rong'er was caught, why didn't he kill him, but kept him locked up?"

Mu Anyang frowned slightly: "If others have objections to the treatment of that little devil, it's not easy to forcefully kill him."

Mrs. Mu was angry and anxious: "Who else is that stupid boy Shang Lang! Kong has grown a good skin, learned all his skills in vain, but in fact he is soft-hearted and confused!"

Mu Anyang held back his impatience: "He is the great apprentice of Sect Master Ning, and the grandson of Sect Master Shang. When he speaks, he has a bit of the face of the Sky Sect."

Mrs. Mu screamed: "I don't care who he is, he abuses good people is his own business, I just want to give our Rong'er justice!"

Tears streamed down her eyes: "You've been out these days, and you can't see Rong'er's wound recurring. Rong'er only said that it didn't hurt, but the evil spirit was raging in the wound. As a mother, I just wish I could see it. Take your place!"

Mu Anyang's heart softened, and he said in a warm voice: "Although Jiarong is delicate, he is sensible, so why don't I feel sorry for him?"

He took out a small wooden box from his bosom, and a faint fragrance came out: "This time I went out, in addition to eliminating demons and bandits, I found a thousand-year-old jujube tree and got some rare jujube seeds."

Mrs. Mu is also a medical practitioner, she knows good things, her eyes lit up: "Needing the mind and helping sleep?"

Mu Jiarong's wound was full of evil spirits, and when the night was quiet, he was prone to nightmares and disturbed sleep. Although it was not fatal, he was exhausted by this small injury.

Mu Anyang nodded: "You don't need to grind the powder and decoct it, just put it under his pillow."

Mrs. Mu was much happier, and then she remembered something: "By the way, the senior Yi Baiyi you invited arrived today, and I have already arranged for him to stay. He said that when you come back, we can help Rong'er consult the prescription together, and it will definitely cure this disease completely. hurt."

Under the window sill, Yuan Qinghang secretly sighed in his heart.

The Mu family couple really spoiled and cherished their only son very much.

Mu Anyang smiled slightly: "I'll go see him immediately at dawn tomorrow. Why don't you send the sour jujube kernels to Rong'er first?"

Mrs. Mu happily took the small wooden box, and was about to run into Mu Jiarong's room, when she suddenly said bitterly: "That little devil is locked up in prison, and he is not allowed to be treated or healed. Rong'er suffered a lot. I want him to repay the pain a hundredfold!"

Mu Anyang's complexion sank slightly: "Ma'am, you don't have to take care of this yourself."

Mrs. Mu stomped her feet angrily, clutched the small wooden box, and walked out the door quickly.

Yuan Qinghang held his breath, looked at Mu Anyang in the room, and was about to leave quietly, when suddenly, a black bird flew past him.

The bird flew fast and anxiously, brushed against his shoulder, landed on the window sill, and knocked hard on the window with its long pointed beak.

Mu Anyang stood up with a long body, his long sword flashed sharply, and rushed towards the window sill.

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback, not daring to make any movement at this moment, and hurriedly shrank back, dodging into the darkness beside the window.

Mu Anyang opened the window, saw the black bird, and was startled.

The eyes are dark and dull, not living things, but embedded with two obsidian stones.

The Gospel Falcon, who loved to learn the tongue when he was alive, was often used by the warlocks of the Beast Sect to make necromancers that specialize in messaging, and it was also a kind of expensive puppet bird.

It is said that a large number of Gospel Falcons are produced and raised in the mysterious Bai Tong Tang, which are specially used to trade and spread messages with customers, and at the same time sell them at high prices.

The black bird stared at him, suddenly opened its mouth, and spit out a sharp and strange sentence: "On the eighth day of May, Yiling is green. The child is so innocent, the father left and the mother died!"

After repeating this sentence three times, the black bird closed its mouth, spread its wings, and wanted to fly away.

But Mu Anyang at the window suddenly changed his face!

He stabbed out the long sword in his hand quickly, dragged the black bird that had just flown into the air into the wind of the sword, and pulled it back abruptly.

He grabbed the black bird, surprised and anxious: "What do you mean? Who sent it? Who is your master?!"

After asking three consecutive questions, he finally realized that this was just a dead thing that spread the word.The person who released this gossip falcon obviously didn't want to expose himself!

Sure enough, as soon as the Gospel Falcon was caught, the obsidian in its eyes suddenly flashed, bursting into a red light.

In the red light, the black bird exploded suddenly, its small body fell apart, and the black feathers floated all over the ground.

In the room, Mu Anyang looked restless, pacing non-stop by the window sill, Yuan Qinghang was by the window, and he didn't dare to move a little bit, the suspicion in his heart was getting bigger and bigger.

What day is the eighth day of May?Where is Yiling?

In connection with the context, it seems that it was the time when Mu Anyang's wife and children died unexpectedly many years ago?

No no, not right.

In the sentence "children are innocent", the subject is the child, and it seems to be talking about the parting of the father and the new funeral of the mother.

If it refers to the death of Mu Anyang's wife and children, then why speak in a childish tone?

And more importantly, who sent this Gossip Falcon?

At this moment when the battle between the Demon Sect and the Immortal Sect was rekindled, these four phrases suddenly came, which seemed to be referring to the past between Mu Anyang and Li Hongling.

There is no need to provoke, the grievances between these two people have been entangled for many years, and it is already a bloody enmity, so why bother to remind them?

……

Inside the room, Mu Anyang suddenly stopped, held the sword, turned and left the room.

Yuan Qinghang's heart moved, and he walked away for a long time before he followed him from a distance.

Now is the time when the entire Shennong Valley is in turmoil, the place where Li Qinghong is imprisoned must be the strictest, if he goes there alone, if he hasn't seen Li Qinghong at all, he will have to fold in it as well.

In front, Mu Anyang was driving all the way, and met patrolling disciples from time to time along the road, and the places he traveled were getting more and more remote.

The mountain road is rugged, and the trees are full of shadows. Although the road is remote, there are not many guards on the road.

Yuan Qinghang didn't dare to follow directly, so he could only hide in the vegetation on the side of the mountain and move forward invisibly.

Fortunately, the figure of Mu Anyang in front of him has not been lost. After walking like this for a long time, he finally came to a mountain depression.

The mountain peaks on both sides are like blades, sandwiching a huge gap in the middle, in the middle, there is a faint formation entrance, and two huge weeds are blooming with huge blood-red flowers.

Yuan Qinghang looked from a distance, his heart was shocked, and he finally guessed where it was.

The one who can use this kind of giant-toothed piranha as eyes must be the prison of Shennong Valley!

Just as he was trying to find the place where Li Qinghong was detained, he didn't expect that Mu Anyang couldn't wait to visit late at night.

As soon as Mu Anyang arrived, four disciples appeared beside the vines of the piranha, respectfully paying homage: "Valley Master!"

Mu Anyang waved his hand, and with one movement of one hand, a goose-yellow sacred wood token appeared in his hand.

Yuan Qinghang is hidden in the tall grass that can reach waist deep. Looking from a distance, he only feels that the goose yellow color is very familiar.

After thinking about it again, I finally remembered that this material was exactly the same as the Shenmu wooden hairpin that Mu Jiarong usually wore on his head.

The token pressed against the calyx of the piranha, and the petals trembled suddenly, as if they were very afraid of the breath of the ancient god tree, and slowly curled up.

As soon as the petals are collected, the stigma of the stamen also hesitates for a while, finally revealing a hole in the back.

Mu Anyang raised his foot to enter, and behind him, the petals of the piranha closed quickly, sealing the prison entrance tightly.

Yuan Qinghang hesitated for a while.

The few disciples of Shennonggu at the door were not a problem at all, he could easily solve them. Although the formation of Man-eating Chrysanthemum was tricky, he was not incapable of cracking it.

But if you go in with him, Mu Anyang will be in front, and the prisons are generally narrow, once he turns around, he can meet him head-on at any time.

If he got stuck again, even if Aunt Hong and the others arrived, they would have to be restrained.

He thought for a while, turned around quietly, and moved a little further away from the man-eating chrysanthemum.

Pressing down on the ground in the tall grass, he probed carefully for a while, and then took out the evil brake disc.

The compass was grounded, and a cold breath seeped into the ground, and many beast bones and dead souls in the depths were ready to move.

Yuan Qinghang cut through his fingertips, forcing a line of blood to flow down the soil, and slowly invaded in the direction of the piranhas along the guidance of those beast souls.

Carefully bypassing its vertical and horizontal roots, the trace of blood continued to expand, and finally, he heard a vague voice coming from somewhere in his ears.

He regained his energy, and the blood in his fingertips moved even more urgently. A streak of spiritual power mixed with the blood went to the sound, quietly protruded from the corner of the prison, and put down an inconspicuous sound gathering array, sending the sound away. return.

Mu Anyang had just arrived, and in the crowd of voices, there was a rustling sound of branches and leaves, as if he raised his hand to loosen the shackles of the vampire vine.

After a burst of suppressed panting, Li Qinghong was awake.

I couldn't see what was going on in the prison, I only heard the sound of slow footsteps after a while of silence, and walked a few steps forward.

Mu Anyang's voice seemed a little unsteady: "How old are you this year? When were you born?"

Li Qinghong didn't answer, he didn't know if it was lack of strength or he didn't want to talk to him.

There was a slight rustling sound, and Mu Anyang was doing hemostasis and bandaging.

After a while, his voice sounded again, a little hurriedly: "You answer carefully, this is very important!"

Li Qinghong finally sneered: "What's none of your business? Do you want to get my birthday horoscope and be used as a suppressing talisman for ghosts?"

Mu Anyang seemed to be choking.

Li Qinghong took a sip: "Don't worry, I will turn into a corpse after I die, and I won't come looking for you. I'll go find your son and kill him again, so that you will suffer every day and restless every night."

Mu Anyang was not angry this time, but said: "Why do you hate Jiarong so much? Although he is not very sophisticated, he is definitely not a domineering and disgusting child. You..."

Li Qinghong cut him off bitterly: "Does one need a reason to hate people? I just see him upset, even his name is disgusting!"

He coughed a few times: "What Jiarong, isn't it just the ancient divine grass, tall and beautiful, not afraid of thunder after taking it? Hehe, he deserves such a noble name?"

In the distance, Yuan Qinghang suddenly felt a blur in his heart.

Something far away seemed to float up, and it stirred in his heart lightly.

When he was still a child, just because Ning Duo accidentally said "light as a feather", Li Qinghong kept it in his heart and secretly poisoned his medicine.

How sensitive he is to his seemingly humble name, he will probably feel jealous and resentful towards such a noble and pampered name as Mu Jiarong.

Mu Anyang was silent for a while, and said, "What did your mother tell you? Did she say you should hate Jiarong?"

This question was weird, Yuan Qinghang was puzzled when he heard it, but Li Qinghong was obviously even more enraged.

"That's right, my mother said, all of you people in Shennong Valley look hideous, you deserve to die!" He said viciously.

After a while of silence, Mu Anyang suddenly asked quickly: "The eighth day of the fifth lunar month, do you know this date?"

Li Qinghong seemed to be startled for a while, before spitting out: "Since you know my birthday, why are you asking me again?"

In Yuan Qinghang's ears, there was suddenly a deathly silence.

I don't know how long it took, until Yuan Qinghang's anxiety gradually increased, and Mu Anyang's voice sounded again, trembling and shocked.

"You...you just this year, didn't you? Why were you born on the eighth day of May?"

In the prison, he paced quickly and said to himself: "No, no, when Li Hongling broke up with me 18 years ago, she was not pregnant at all, how could she give birth to you in May?!"

Yuan Qinghang's heart was also shocked, and there was a strange idea in his mind that was about to come out.

In the prison far away, Li Qinghong also seemed to be impatient with his inexplicable words, and said angrily: "None of your business! Of course my mother met her beloved by chance while traveling and gave birth to me."

There are insects and ants crawling in the soil, and there is also the slight sound of roots growing slowly, rustling through the gathering sound array.

His voice gradually weakened, and he didn't know whether it was because of the serious injury or the excessive blood loss: "My father is a genius demon cultivator. Not only is his cultivation amazing, he is also handsome...Although I have never met him, I know that he is capable of defying the heavens. Sovereign Yuan is as powerful."

Yuan Qinghang felt sore in his heart, and suddenly felt unspeakably sad.

No matter Li Hongling or Gu Yu and the others, it is absolutely impossible to say that to Li Qinghong.

I don't know how many times Li Qinghong said these words to himself since he was a child, and how many years he lied to himself.