Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

He sighed: "Master Chen, saving people is the most important thing. If you beat me up again, Master Mu Gu will be in real danger."

Chen Feng's sword faltered, seeing the surging blood flow from Mu Anyang's chest, he finally dared not move again.

Mu Qinghui held Mu Anyang in his arms, seeing the traces of evil spirit on Tu Ling's dagger, but he didn't dare to pull it out.

This dagger is very evil, Mu Jiarong was only scratched on the face, and the injury has lingered to this day. Now that Mu Anyang has a chest wound, if he pulls it out rashly, he is afraid that the evil will invade and kill him immediately.

But if you don't pull it out, the evil spirit will continue to penetrate deeply. Once it reaches the heart and lungs, it will be even more difficult for gods to save.

He was panicking and hesitating when someone beside him whispered, "I'll come."

It was Yuan Qinghang who looked solemn.

Mu Qinghui looked at his clear eyes, feeling a little dazed for some reason.

Knowing clearly that this is the enemy, but suddenly recalled in his mind a long time ago, the appearance of this young man who devoted himself to saving that Gu Eagle during the Medicine Sect Grand Competition.

Next to him, Mu Jiarong burst into tears and reached out to stop him: "Stop, how do I know if you are trying to kill my father?"

Yuan Qinghang's eyes were like lightning, and he said word by word: "Except for me, everyone present, who would dare to draw the sword?"

Mu Jiarong was forced by his lingering gaze, panicked and afraid, and dared not stop him.

Yuan Qinghang took a quick look at Li Hongling, saw that her face was like a ghost, and the expression in her eyes was unpredictable, so she had to bite the bullet and call out to Li Qinghong.

"come here."

Li Qinghong stood blankly at the side, looking at him blankly.

Yuan Qinghang said again: "If you don't want to regret it later, come here."

Li Qinghong's pale lips trembled, he moved slowly, and finally moved closer.

Yuan Qinghang quickly grabbed his wrist and put it on Tu Ling's dagger: "Only you can control it, control the spiritual power well, and put away the evil energy little by little. Pull it out and seal it at the same time, do you understand? "

Li Qinghong suddenly hissed: "Why?!"

Yuan Qinghang sternly said: "Just because he just came up to save you and took a knife from you! Do you really think that you can hurt him?"

Li Qinghong turned his head in a daze, and looked at Li Hongling.

Li Hongling's face seemed paler than that of Mu Anyang on the ground, her figure was standing pretty beside her, neither stopping nor speaking.

Yuan Qinghang was very upset, but he didn't dare to say more, he just said to Li Qinghong in a harmonious voice: "Listen to me, okay?"

Li Qinghong's hand finally clenched the dagger tremblingly.

Yuan Qinghang quickly sprinkled a layer of medicinal powder on Mu Anyang's chest, and said softly, "Now."

Li Qinghong's eyes straightened, and he pressed the handle of the knife with his palm, as if a trace of evil spirit had sensed the master's intentions, it quickly began to flow upwards.

Mu Jiarong was tearful, watching Li Qinghong's every move nervously, while Shang Lang beside him clenched his teeth.

After a while, the lifeless air in Mu Anyang's chest faded a lot, Yuan Qinghang hurriedly shouted: "Draw the sword!"

Li Qinghong's hand trembled, and following his order, he pulled out the Tu Ling dagger abruptly.

With a flash of blood, the blood from the wound on Mu Anyang's chest flew out. Yuan Qinghang's fingers were like the wind, and he slammed into several acupuncture points near his heart. Pressing with the other hand, a hemostatic talisman pressed down.

Mu Qinghui is well versed in this way, seeing his reasonable handling and precise technique, he was slightly relieved.

Even if he came to treat her, it was nothing more than that.But he ordered Li Qinghong not to move.

Mu Anyang was shocked by the pain of drawing the knife, and finally woke up from the coma.

His eyes were distracted, and it took him a long time to focus on Li Qinghong in front of him.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

After a long time, he looked at Mu Qinghui with difficulty: "Junior brother...don't make things difficult for him."

Mu Qinghui was stunned: "Huh?"

Mu Anyang gasped for breath: "He hurt me...I don't blame him."

He turned his head, looked at Li Hongling from afar, smiled wryly, and said, "On the eighth day of May, at the foot of Yiling Mountain... I got married on the sixth day of May, and you broke in and killed my poor wife, and then robbed my child." .”

He murmured: "I chased you for two days and two nights, and finally caught up with you. That day was already the eighth day of May. The baby you fell to death...it turned out that it wasn't him at all."

Li Hongling sneered sternly: "Yeah, you're stupid. When you saw a dead baby, you went crazy. Who's to blame?"

Mu Qinghui couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed in a low voice: "Desperate!"

Mu Anyang's eyes were slightly distracted: "You raised him for 18 years... just to wait for this day?"

Li Hongling's expression was distorted, and she suddenly burst into a long laugh, her eyes didn't know whether it was pleasure or madness.

"I've been dreaming of this day since the first day I raised him." She said, she didn't know when Chen Feng's sword energy cut a thin wound on her face, and it was slowly bleeding.

Yuan Qinghang's heart suddenly sank heavily, and he cried out pleadingly: "Aunt Hong!... Please stop talking, let's go."

Li Qinghong looked at them blankly.

Li Hongling was dressed in red, with the red cords hanging limply in her hands, and together with the bloodstains on her face, she was both beautiful and sad.

She didn't look at Li Qinghong, but raised her head and looked at the vast night sky: "Mu Anyang, after I was knocked down by you at the foot of Yiling Mountain, I came back to life once, always thinking about how to make you feel pain and regret After much deliberation, I finally came up with this idea, do you think it's interesting?"

Mu Anyang panted heavily: "You lunatic..."

Li Hongling said softly: "Yeah, I've been crazy for a long time. When I thought of raising your son with my own hands, and then taught him to be cruel and bad, one day in the future, when you see him, you will hate and hate him." I don't know how happy I am if I hate it."

Mu Anyang closed his eyes in pain.

In the dilapidated hall, there was a deathly silence.

Mrs. Mu, who was lying on the ground, and Mu Jiarong, who was next to him, were all stunned. Shang Lang looked at them blankly, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't dare to intervene.

Li Hongling smiled softly: "As for asking him to kill you, I haven't thought about it. I just occasionally thought, if he kills your Mu Jiarong, then I will give him to you and pay you back." Son, this is so much fun."

Li Qinghong stood there blankly, the dagger in his hand suddenly trembled violently.

He stared at Li Hongling in a daze, dazed and frightened, and called out in a low voice: "Mother... what are you talking about, mother?"

Yuan Qinghang felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

Although he had already made preparations, seeing this scene, he felt unbearable for Li Qinghong.

Li Hongling finally turned her gaze to Li Qinghong.

She was silent for a long time, then said softly: "Hong'er, you have a father, he is the owner of Shennong Valley, the world-renowned medical doctor of the Medicine School. From now on, you don't have to be jealous of Mu Jiarong anymore."

Li Qinghong stood up in panic, and staggered a few steps towards her: "Mother..."

Li Hongling looked at him from a distance, and her voice became cold and indifferent: "I have never married in my life, and I have never had an affair with any man. I snatched you from the Mu family just to avenge your father."

Li Qinghong's face suddenly seemed to be slapped severely by someone.

He shook his head crazily: "Mother, mother, don't scare me...I don't dare to be disobedient anymore."

He looked around beggingly, and hurriedly grabbed Yuan Qinghang's hand, his face pale as paper: "I will help the young master brother well in the future, and I will listen to him in everything... I am very useful, I can kill people, I can Poisoning... Mother, don't want me."

Yuan Qinghang's eyes were sore, he gently held Li Qinghong's palm back: "Brother Hong...it's okay, it's okay."

Other than that, nothing seemed to come out.

Mu Anyang gritted his teeth, and hissed, "Li Hongling...you devil. You just want to take revenge on me, but you're killing an innocent child like this."

Li Hongling sternly said: "Who is not innocent? I was originally the eldest daughter of the Immortal Medicine Sect, and everyone envied and praised me. I had a wonderful life, but all of a sudden it was ruined in your hands. Am I not innocent?!"

Yuan Qinghang looked down at Li Qinghong's crazily trembling body, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "Enough! You two adults, if you have any grudges, you have the ability to solve it yourself."

He looked at Li Qinghong's ashes-like face, and said angrily: "He is a person, not a knife, let alone a tool! Have you ever thought about him at all?"

In the hall, no one spoke, and there was a dead silence.

Li Qinghong finally raised his head slowly, looked at Li Hongling in despair, and murmured: "So...my name...is it really as light as a feather?"

Li Hongling took a few steps back, under the moonlight, her red clothes were stained with frost, cold and lonely.

"I'm not your mother, your mother died because of me." She said softly, under the moonlight, there seemed to be a slight twinkle in her eyes.

Soon, the wave of light disappeared, and she said: "I have been by my side for 18 years, and I have never treated you well. This tone... can be calculated."

Li Qinghong staggered a step, hugged his head tightly with both hands, and moaned softly.

Li Hongling's voice was soft and slightly hoarse: "From now on, you will be the lost and found eldest son of the Mu family, and you will be the golden core of the famous Immortal Sect in your body, and you will no longer be a heretic. You will be much more prosperous than being in the Demon Sect."

From Li Qinghong's throat, a hoarse roar suddenly came out, like a wounded beast: "No!..."

Yuan Qinghang looked at him, not knowing how to speak for a long time.

He turned to Shang Lang and waved to him.

Seeing Shang Lang slowly approaching, he whispered: "I handed him over to you, you have to take good care of him."

Shang Lang looked at him blankly.

"Even if he did the worst thing, he never let you down." Yuan Qinghang seemed to be stabbed with needles, "Do you know why you and Mu Jiarong got better so quickly?"

Shang Lang was stunned, then raised his head in astonishment: "What?"

Mu Jiarong next to him was teary-eyed and said in a daze, "Huh?"

Yuan Qinghang said lightly: "Because of the Jiuzhen Soul Gathering Pill I gave him, he divided it into two halves and fed them to you two respectively."

So they were also severely injured, but these two people recovered immediately.

That's why Mu Anyang said suspiciously that he smelled a familiar fragrance around the two children at that time - most of the raw materials of Jiuzhen Gathering Soul Pill were delivered by Mu's family, so he remembered the smell!

……

"Let's go!" Li Hongling shouted suddenly, and the red rope flew out of her hand, wrapped around an original pillar at the corner of the hall, and pulled hard.

The column collapsed, bringing with it the remaining half of the Kongsang Hall. Amidst the smoke and dust, her ghostly figure was already a few feet away. The other end of the red rope was wrapped around Yuan Qinghang's waist and pulled out at the same time.

In the bleak night wind, bones of the dead were flying, and the bright moon in the sky was icy cold.

……

In the Shennong Valley, the subordinates of the Demon Sect who were wreaking havoc everywhere fought and left. After a while, leaving behind a lot of casualties, they all retreated.

Amid the whistling wind, Li Hongling buried her head and rushed forward.

Yuan Qinghang silently followed her and followed her silently.

I don't know how long I have been running in the mountains, but the sky is still dark and gloomy.

Li Hongling looked at the endless black night in front of her, and suddenly her steps stopped.

Yuan Qinghang paused and followed her to stop.

Li Hongling looked ahead and said coldly, "Why are you following me?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at the dried blood on her cheek, and took out a small porcelain bottle: "Aunt Hong, your face."

Li Hongling said indifferently: "What's the use of having a good face? I am a hundred times more beautiful than the woman Mu Anyang likes."

Yuan Qinghang didn't know how to answer the words, and sighed: "If you like this kind of thing, of course you have a desire for beauty, and you are attracted to it because of beauty. But...not everyone is like this."

Li Hongling turned her head and looked at him sarcastically: "The hair isn't all grown yet, what kind of stinky man is chirping, as if he's feeling it?"

Seeing that Yuan Qinghang didn't answer, she said again: "Go away, let me stay alone."

Yuan Qinghang stood still.

"Then I'll just follow from a distance, without hindering Aunt Hong."

Li Hongling looked at him: "Why, I'm afraid I'm too excited to think about it for a while?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head lightly: "If Aunt Hong wants to talk to someone, I can accompany her."

Li Hongling finally backed away in embarrassment, and leaned feebly against a big tree by the side of the road.

She stared at the tiny stars in the sky obsessively, and said dumbly for a while, "Do you also think that I am crazy and unreasonable?"

Yuan Qinghang whispered: "Aunt Hong, do you like Mu Guzhu very much?"

Li Hongling looked dazed: "Our two families have always been on good terms, and we often walk around. I am the most outstanding daughter of the Li family, and everyone praises me for my appearance and intelligence. But he is the second son of the Mu family, and has always been inferior to him. The eldest brother is excellent, and there are always people whispering behind his back that he is the one who is our baby relative."

Yuan Qinghang gave a soft "hmm": "Presumably he has heard these gossips."

Li Hongling said: "But his childhood sweetheart and I have never disliked this in-law. Others say that the first son of the Mu family is bright and outstanding, but the second son likes to plant flowers and grass and is useless... I can't help but feel anxious. When we met, I occasionally mentioned not to play with things and lose one's ambitions, but in my heart, there was always only him and no one else."

Yuan Qinghang kept silent, and vaguely guessed something in his heart.

Li Hongling was proud and arrogant, and occasionally showed the intention of urging her future husband to make progress, but Mu Anyang was lazy and indifferent, probably because of this she didn't have a good impression of her fiancée.

Li Hongling said quietly: "In that year, the two families had already fixed the wedding date, and my family even prepared countless precious pills and rare medicinal materials for me as a dowry, just waiting for the grand wedding. But who would have thought..."

Her face turned full of hatred: "One time when he came back from gathering medicine in a remote mountain, everything changed suddenly. He even brought back a mortal girl gathering medicine, saying that he slipped and fell off a cliff. Damaged, it was the girl who took the risk to carry him down the mountain and saved his life."

Yuan Qinghang secretly sighed in his heart.

Presumably this is Li Qinghong's real mother.

"Then, he actually insisted on retiring from me and marrying this woman... Of course, the Mu family didn't like this weak woman in the world, and said that they could repay their kindness even if they paid enough, but he just refused, saying that he was not only Not only to repay the favor, but also because of the deep-rooted love."

Li Hongling suddenly laughed out loud, mockingly: "I have been with him for more than ten years as a childhood sweetheart, but I am no match for a mortal herb-picking woman who spends with him for a few months... Haha, what a deep-rooted love."