Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Suddenly, a strange sound came from Yuan Qinghang's ears.

The vines swayed, the leaves rustled, mixed with Li Qinghong's struggling voice: "What are you doing?—Ah!"

A suppressed scream escaped from his mouth, as if he was enduring some great pain.

Yuan Qinghang suddenly opened his eyes, his heart jumping in fear: What did Mu Anyang do to Li Qinghong?You won't kill people suddenly, right? !

Just as he was about to rush over regardless, he suddenly heard Mu Anyang's voice trembling: "Okay, it's fine... just bear with it."

Li Qinghong's teeth seemed to be chattering lightly, and he said weakly for a while: "Hey, what are you doing with my heart and soul... What kind of famous immortal sect, does things more evil than our demon sect."

Mu Anyang whispered: "I will not harm you."

There was a faint sound, his strike was like the wind, Li Qinghong snorted, then suddenly lost his voice, and seemed to have fallen into a coma.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from big to small, presumably it was Mu Anyang who left the prison.

Sure enough, after a while, the piranha in the distance shrank again, and Mu Anyang's figure hurried out from it.

The moonlight was not very bright, but Yuan Qinghang's eyesight was excellent, and he could still see clearly what he was holding in his hand from a distance.

A small wax pellet, with soft wax still dripping from the edge, it should be something that was just sealed inside.

In connection with the words and phrases he just heard, Yuan Qinghang was startled: Is that the heart and soul that was forcibly taken from Li Qinghong? ...

The blood of the heart is the essence of a person, and it can be used in many medical skills and witchcraft, and even black magic can also be involved.

Mu Anyang is a dignified doctor, what exactly is he trying to do?

In front, Mu Anyang was walking quickly back along the original road, Yuan Qinghang hesitated for a moment, and then followed from a distance.

For some reason, he always felt that there seemed to be something ahead, ready to come out.

Mu Anyang's dark green robe fluttered on the mountain road in front of him, he didn't go back to his bedroom, but walked to the other side of the palace on the top of the mountain.

The layout of the place where Shang Lang lives is similar, it looks like it is a residence for entertaining guests.

One of them was still brightly lit late at night, Mu Anyang approached and knocked on the door lightly: "Senior Yi, haven't you rested yet?"

Yuan Qinghang stood behind the wooden pillars by the corridor, and his heart skipped a beat: Yi Baiyi!Being invited to treat Mu Jiarong's face injury, the Mu family really did a great job and saved a lot of face.

The thick wooden door opened in response, and sure enough, Yi Baiyi's face appeared behind the door, a little surprised: "Master Mu Gu?"

Mu Anyang cupped his hands, stepped into the door without saying a word, and locked the door firmly behind him.

The people living here are distinguished guests, but no one bothered them in the courtyard, and the patrolling Shennong Valley disciples did not dare to approach.

Yuan Qinghang approached the window silently and listened quietly.

In the room, Mu Anyang's voice was muffled, and seemed to be deliberately lowered: "Senior Yi, I came late at night, I really have to do something, I hope you can help me."

Yi Baiyi smiled and said: "Isn't it just the son's face injury? I have just gone to see the young master. The evil spirit erodes the flesh. Although it is troublesome, it is not impossible to eradicate it. Master Mu Gu, don't worry."

Mu Anyang was silent for a while, before saying: "Senior Yi, I remember that when you and I were discussing medical skills, you mentioned that you had developed a different technique before, which can identify parents and children."

Yi Baiyi's voice sank, and he sounded very unhappy: "What's the matter?"

Yuan Qinghang approached the window, picked out a silver needle, and stroked lightly along the edge of the window screen.

A very thin slit opened, and he squinted his eyes and looked inside.

Yi Baiyi was sitting at the head, with kind eyes. It should be a breakthrough in the realm after the retreat. His eyes were full of brilliance, and he looked more hale and hearty than before.

Mu Anyang turned his back to the door and window, raised the wax pill in his hand, and said: "Senior Yi, there are a few drops of heart blood in it, I would like to ask you to help me to test it..."

He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "See if its owner is related to me!"

Although he was already prepared in his heart, Yuan Qinghang was still shocked when he heard Mu Anyang say it himself.

He actually...does he really suspect that Li Qinghong is his son?

Yi Baiyi's peaceful expression changed, and he was displeased: "Master Mu Gu, this is absolutely impossible, you should know the old man's rules."

Mu Anyang said eagerly: "Understand, if Senior Ke Yi refuses to help, I will be in trouble in this life!"

Yi Baiyi let out a long sigh: "Master Mu Gu, I was young and ignorant. I abused this method and made a big mistake. This is the real trouble in this life. Don't make things difficult for me anymore!"

Mu Anyang said anxiously: "I... really can't think about it."

He suddenly took a step forward, even made a bow, and wanted to bow down.

Yi Baiyi was taken aback, and hurriedly supported him tightly, not allowing him to bow down.

The two quarreled for a while, refusing to give in to each other, Yi Baiyi finally became exasperated, and said: "Master Mugu, I used this method to test a friend back then, and the conclusion I came to was...he loves and takes care of him very much. The only son who has been there for many years is not his own."

His voice was a little trembling: "I firmly believed that he had the right to know the truth, and I didn't think he was at fault. Unexpectedly, the bad news came the next day."

He said in a trembling voice: "On the night when I found out the result, my friend got very drunk. After the night was quiet, he suddenly went mad. He stabbed his wife and his beloved son, killing two close relatives in a row."

Outside the window, Yuan Qinghang only felt his scalp go numb.

Because the wife cheated and cheated, and because the child was not her own, she cruelly killed the person next to her bed and the child!

Even if the wife is at fault, she is not guilty of death, let alone the child?

Yi Baiyi said in pain: "The next morning, he woke up from the pool of blood, saw the cold body of the child he had raised for many years, and the dead body of his loving wife on the spot. Finally, he was too regretful and committed suicide on the spot."

Mu Anyang said in a low voice: "I've also vaguely heard about this matter. It was rumored that it was because of his obsession, but I didn't expect it to be because of this."

Yi Baiyi's voice was bitter: "Master Mu Gu, I just pretend that I have never heard of the request you made tonight. The old man would also like to advise you, Mrs. Madam is virtuous and beautiful, and the young master is also filial and intelligent. Even... sometimes, being a It’s not bad for people who are confused.”

Yuan Qinghang suddenly realized.

——It turned out that Yi Baiyi thought that Mu Anyang suspected that Mu Jiarong was not his own, so he came here to test the blood relationship between him and Mu Jiarong!

Mu Anyang was stunned, and finally understood: "Senior Yi, you misunderstood! Of course Jiarong is my blood relative, how could I doubt it."

He was ruthless, knowing that if he didn't tell the truth, Yi Baiyi would be full of doubts, so he would never let go, and finally said: "Senior Yi, don't worry, I actually want to prove the identity of another child."

His eyes flickered, and he said: "When I was young, I was flirtatious outside. I once had a one-night stand with a woman. Now she suddenly wrote a letter and sent a child here, saying that it was my flesh and blood."

Yi Baiyi's eyes widened: "Ah... so?"

Mu Anyang hurriedly said: "Yes. If I believe it lightly, if she lied to me, wouldn't this pollute the blood of the Mu family? But if I insist on not believing, if it is true, wouldn't it make the child wander outside again?"

Yuan Qinghang was outside the window, curling his lips secretly.

Naturally, Mu Anyang didn't dare to tell Yi Baiyi the whole truth, so lying like this was a good idea.

Sure enough, Yi Baiyi hesitated for a moment: "If that child is not your flesh and blood, what are you going to do?"

Mu Anyang said sincerely: "At any rate, it was a one-night kindness. Even if she deliberately lied to me, at worst, she would send some money away, and it would never hurt their mother and son."

Seeing that Yi Baiyi was still hesitating, he gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "I, Mu Anyang, swear to the sky that no matter whether the child is my flesh or blood, I will never harm him. If I break this oath, the sky will be thundered and I will die a bad death." !"

Once such a poisonous oath was made, Yi Baiyi's expression finally relaxed.

After pacing back and forth in the room for a while, he sighed: "Forget it. If you really recognize your parents and children, it will be considered a merit... Come on!"

Mu Anyang was overjoyed, and handed the wax pill to Yi Baiyi: "Thank you, senior."

Yuan Qinghang looked along the slit by the window, and saw Mu Anyang stretched his wrist, and took out a tube of strangely shaped long needles from his storage bag.

The needle tube is narrow and thin, and there is an obvious blood groove on the side, which looks extremely ferocious.

He quickly unbuttoned the shirt on his chest, and with a flash of snow, the long needle pierced his chest without hesitation.

Once the needle was inserted, he also frowned, obviously in extreme pain.

As the needle was pushed deeper, a moment later, a drop of dark viscous blood slowly flowed out along the blood groove.

Yi Baiyi had quick hands and quick eyes, and a small white jade bottle in his hand moved forward, catching the drop of heart essence and blood.

One drop, another drop.

After ten drops were enough, Yi Baiyi nodded: "Enough."

Mu Anyang pulled out the long needle, his face turned slightly pale.

He casually applied some medicine to the wound, and swallowed another elixir: "Senior Yi, hurry up and have a look!"

Yi Baiyi came to the table and found a small black wooden box in the medicine box. After opening it, several small translucent bottles were exposed.

He poured a little medicine powder into the vials and mixed them in the clear water in a glass bowl next to them. Soon the medicine powders melted together, showing a light transparent yellow.

In the middle of the yellow liquid, a cluster of bubbles emerged, gurgling and flowing.

He first poured the ten drops of Mu Anyang's heart blood into it, and then squeezed the wax pill that Mu Anyang brought.

Sure enough, there was also a small puddle of bright red blood inside!

As the blood essence in the wax pellets was also poured into the glass bowl, a puff of white smoke suddenly rose from the bowl, and the blood was soaring.

Yi Baiyi yelled lightly, and quickly covered his palms, suppressing the blood that was escaping in all directions.

With spiritual energy in his palm, he forcibly pressed the blood in the bowl together with the original pale yellow liquid, and thin air bubbles bubbled up.

After a while, those bubbles started colliding with each other.

It breaks at the touch of a touch and merges with each other.

Soon, those blood bubbles became bigger and bigger, and they couldn't wait to cling to each other, as if they were attracted by something.

Finally, the pale yellow mother liquor became clear again, and in the middle, a huge group of blood cells floated on it, dripping and spinning endlessly.

Mu Anyang stared at the abnormal appearance, as if completely frozen, motionless.

Yi Baiyi covered the glass bowl, looked at him speechlessly, and said nothing.

Mu Anyang stood in the room in a daze, for a long time, he raised his head in a daze, his lips trembled for a while, he saluted Yi Baiyi, turned around and staggered out.

Accidentally, I almost fell on the threshold.

Yi Baiyi watched his figure go away and shook his head.

Yuan Qinghang meditated for a moment outside the window, quietly opened his chest, took a silver needle and scratched the center of his chest, poking out a small dot, then covered his clothes,

Yi Baiyi had just put away the utensils and porcelain bowls when suddenly there was a soft crack on the window lattice.

He turned his head in astonishment, and saw a beautiful young man in black turning over and entering, with a bunch of golden rings shining in his hair.

He was taken aback, his white eyebrows stood upright, and he shouted angrily: "Who? What are you doing sneaking in through the window?"

Yuan Qing Hang cupped his hands respectfully: "Senior Yi, don't come here without any problems."

He appeared wearing a mask in the Medicine Sect Grand Competition. Yi Baiyi had only seen his mediocre appearance before, but now when he heard his voice, he was very familiar with it. Suddenly he came to his senses and exclaimed: "It's you?"

Yuan Qinghang took out the storage bag from his arms: "The things that Senior Yi gave me are very useful, and I always carry them with me."

Seeing Yi Baiyi's shocked expression, he smiled again: "Two boxes of thousand-year-old snow ginseng, two boxes of top-grade ganoderma lucidum, ten taels of deep-sea ambergris, ten red-heart snow lotus flowers in Tianshan Mountain, ten pairs of antlers from plateau nine-color spirit deer...these I Keep them well, use them occasionally, and always think of you."

Yi Baiyi's expression was complicated, he hesitated to speak, and said after a while: "After the farewell, I didn't expect that not only my reputation has changed, but even my appearance has become unrecognizable."

Although his semantics were vague and he couldn't tell whether it was a derogation or a compliment, he still used "little friend" to address him. Yuan Qinghang's heart warmed up, and his smile became more sincere: "Fortunately, my heart has not changed."

Yi Baiyi sat down slowly, looked at him for a while, and suddenly asked: "How is that Gu Eagle?"

Yuan Qinghang thought for a while: "When I was in my hands, everything was fine. After I left, luck was a bit worse."

"How to say?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "I have raised it for more than a month, and watched it give birth to a small gu eagle, and the mother and child are safe. By the way, I also used a pair of red-cored snow lotus that the old man gave me as a guardian." The heart charm is hanging on the little guy's neck."

Yi Baiyi said lightly: "You are willing."

Yuan Qinghang smiled and said: "The little guy is very likable. Later, when I came back from the Wanren Tomb, the mother eagle had been injured by the Yuwen family, and she disappeared with the baby."

Yi Baiyi sighed faintly, but did not speak.

Yuan Qinghang said again: "However, Gu Diao is fierce by nature. When he escaped, that little guy even killed a member of Yuwen's family, so he didn't suffer a loss."

Yi Baiyi frowned: "So cruel?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "If the enemy wants to kill it, it is only self-defense."

Yi Baiyi stared at him, and said slowly: "What about you? Did you kill someone because of self-defense?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head and said clearly: "Of course there is self-defense, but it can kill people, but it has never been done."

Yi Baiyi slowly poured a cup of cold tea, put it on his lips, and said: "It is said outside that you owed countless blood debts at Tantai's house, are the rumors wrong?"

Yuan Qinghang said word by word: "From the beginning to the end, I have not killed a single person. In addition, there are two things I want to clarify with Senior Yi."

He looked straight at Yi Baiyi calmly, and said: "First, the casualties in the mist formation have nothing to do with the Demon Sect, there are people behind the scenes who planned and framed them; second, the tragedy of the Tantai family has nothing to do with me, whoever insists on identifying me is the murderer .”