Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Ning Duo replied respectfully: "Very well, although there are suspicions of quick success, but the improvement of cultivation base is extremely fast, and it seems that he can already compete with the masters of the Golden Core Consummation Stage."

"Is there any discomfort?"

Ning Duo said: "During cultivation, my heart is full of fire and needs to be suppressed all the time, but it also forces myself to fight against it all the time, which is also of great benefit."

Shang Yuan said indifferently: "There are many spiritual stones here, but Ning Cheng is willing to pile up resources on you. Why are you in such a hurry to leave the customs?"

Ning Duo said in a low voice: "There are still worries outside, so I can't wait."

Shang Yuan sneered: "At such a young age, there's nothing to be impatient about. It's just the love of children, love and affection."

Ning Duo hesitated for a moment before answering: "I have something to worry about, I dream back at midnight, and I'm always uneasy."

Shang Yuan scolded: "No prospect! Have you ever thought about what to pursue after reaching the Golden Core Consummation Stage?"

Ning Duo said: "The spiritual energy in the heaven and earth is thin, and no one has reached the Nascent Soul Realm for thousands of years, let alone Mahayana or Ascension."

Shang Yuan said: "Could it be that you are willing to linger only at the consummation of the golden core, and don't want to see a higher peak and knock on a more magnificent and magnificent way of heaven?"

Ning Duo thought for a moment: "It would be better to see those things. If not, I only hope the world is peaceful and the people around me are safe."

Shang Yuan's voice became displeased: "Sure enough, I am an ignorant child with little knowledge."

Ning Duo lowered his head and remained silent.

After a long while, Shang Yuan said quietly: "The world is peaceful, and the people around you are safe. These words seem a little familiar, like what one of my apprentices once said."

Ning Duo's heart skipped a beat.

One of his apprentices?

Shang Yuan didn't bother with this topic, but said: "...Hey, you are only young, so you can be so stupid. When you are old like me, you will know that everything is fake. Only the exploration is higher. Realm, exploring the mysterious way of heaven, is the only important thing."

Ning Duo was silent for a moment, did not answer, and asked softly, "The Taishang Sect Master has recovered, is he still out of the gate?"

Shang Yuan was silent for a while, and said, "It will be soon."

Ning Duo bowed again, turned and went down the mountain.

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The war between Xianzong and Mozong has been going on for nearly a year since the Wanren Tomb.

After days of bloody storms, swords and soldiers have been attacked, and a piece of good news has finally come out recently.

Nan Tantai and Bei Yuwen, the two masters of the Shuzong who have never seen their kings, even sent out wedding invitations, announcing a shocking marriage.

Yu Wenli, the eldest grandson of the Yuwen family, and Tantai Yun, the daughter of the Tantai family, are in love with each other. With the consent of the two parents, they will get married on an auspicious day this month.

The Tantai family is good at controlling beasts, and uses contracts to raise spirit beasts as auxiliary combat power; while the Yuwen family is better at making puppets, and the spirit beasts they control are often dead things. Yuwenli of this generation is even more famous for controlling a puppet snake.

The two families have always been at odds, and they have been fighting openly and secretly when competing for resources and recruiting disciples. Over the years, there have been small conflicts. Now this marriage is even more weird to the extreme.

The blood of Yuwen's family is thin, and in this generation of grandchildren, Yuwenli is the only one.

Although Yu Wenli is very talented, he was already five or six years old when he was brought home from outside, and his identity and blood have always been vague. When people talk about it, they often have an ambiguous attitude.

The Tantai family now has only one daughter left, who bears all the important responsibilities of the family, and all the family resources fall on her. Many aristocratic families are secretly interested, and even many young talents from small sects are willing to join the family.

Even if Miss Tantai and Young Master Yuwen are indeed a couple, why are the parents of the two families willing to let go of their prejudices and agree to this marriage?

On the side of a road leading to the Tantai family's Xianshan territory, there is a tea shop in the pavilion by the roadside, with tables, chairs and stools placed inside for the immortal monks who come and go to the Tantai family to rest.

At this moment, there are quite a few people sitting inside, and on a table in the middle, a monk is shouting loudly: "You don't understand, don't you? Ever since Sect Master Tantai lost his beloved son, he loves his only daughter very much. Yes, but if you ask for something, you will obey everything.”

There was a spirit bird squatting on his shoulder, chirping and chirping softly. Obviously, he was also a monk who was good at controlling beasts.

Beside, a table of monks urged: "Oh? Patriarch Tantai has always been strong. Is it because of this that he allows his daughter to decide life-long affairs by herself?"

The cool breeze is blowing, the fairy grass and spirit flowers are faint outside the pavilion, and the tea in the blue and white porcelain bowl on the stone table is also fragrant.

The monk took a sip of tea and talked eloquently: "No matter how strong Patriarch Tantai is, he just sent a white-haired man to a black-haired man. It is said that since his son and his wife's new funeral, he has been obedient to Miss Tantai. , very pampered."

Someone next to him curiously interjected: "In this way, Miss Tantai insists on getting married?"

Immediately, someone became disapproving: "You can't say that. Although Mr. Yuwen has a little flaw in his background, he is the eldest grandson of the Yuwen family after all, so his status is noble enough, okay?"

"That's right, no accidents, that's the future head of the Yuwen family!"

On the side, a thin middle-aged female cultivator looked a little strange: "Why did you marry, all the families of the immortal sect, who wouldn't praise Mr. Yuwen for his elegant and elegant son, and his temperament and demeanor? Countless female cultivators of the immortal sect have all Fang's heart is secretly moved, and she wants to get married at the door."

Someone next to him couldn't help it, and retorted in a low voice: "This big wedding ceremony is held at the woman's house, which is inconsistent with common sense. Obviously, the Tantai family insisted on holding the wedding at the woman's house because they thought they married their beloved daughter. "

With that said, everyone was speechless.

Since ancient times, unless it is married, the wedding is always held at the man's house, which is also the same etiquette.

Now that Tantai's family wants to get married at the woman's house, Yuwen's family not only agrees, but also cooperates so much, which is really strange.

While talking gossip, a clear voice suddenly came from a table next to her.

"However, my brother just passed away, and my mother was killed not long ago. Isn't Miss Tantai getting married a bit hastily?"

Everyone was chatting lively, and turned their heads after hearing the words, but saw that in the corner over there, at some time, another table of guests came, and they were boiling water and tea by themselves.

There were seven or eight people in total, and a thin monk with a sallow and stiff face sat in the middle.

Sitting next to him was a young man in a brocade robe, with gentle and cheerful eyes, holding a multicolored silk fan in his hand, swinging gently, the green mountains and rivers on it were fresh and elegant.

Standing beside the young man was a maid, with clear and beautiful features, who was cooking tea on the small stove that she had with her hands and feet deftly.

The rest of the people were all in black and plain robes, with no family decorations visible, and they didn't bring any spirit beasts with them, and they sat on the side with respectful expressions.

I don't know which family's Xianmen young master came out to travel the world with his maid and entourage.

Seeing that there were a lot of them, some people enthusiastically replied: "I heard that the two of them just mentioned it to the elders of both parties in private. But Patriarch Tantai took the initiative to insist on getting married early, saying that it was to let the wife who died in vain see her daughter get married earlier. Fortunately, Jiuquan is at ease."

The young man shook his fan lightly: "Is there such a saying? I only know that there is a happy event in a serious illness, but I have never heard that the deceased has resentment in his heart, and he needs to rely on happy events to suppress it."

Someone laughed: "Since the two are happy, there seems to be nothing wrong with it."

The young man narrowed his eyes and asked again: "But I heard that old man Yuwen has always had a hot temper, and he doesn't like the Tantai family. Why does he agree with this marriage?"

There was silence in the tea booth, and finally, the monk who spoke earlier hesitated and said, "Perhaps... it's because Mr. Yuwen thought about the matter of the eldest son and felt something, so he didn't dare to stop him?"

As soon as the words came out, the chatting monks looked at each other in blank dismay: "Where did you say that?"

The boy opened his eyes even more, looking very curious: "Brother, do you know the inside story?"

The monk looked around, and then said softly: "I just heard someone say something vaguely. When I left this pavilion, everyone pretended not to hear anything."

The people next to him nodded one after another: "Guarantee, guarantee!"

The monk looked mysterious: "Master Yu Wenhan's eldest son disappeared inexplicably and died in a foreign land, you all know that, right?"

"Of course I know. More than ten years ago, among the young generation of Xianmen, there were two immortal monarchs who had the most reputation." Someone answered immediately, "One is Ning Wanfeng from the sky sect of 'Silver Blade Unsheathed to Startle the Birds', and the other It's Yuwen Muyun who is known as 'thunderbolt method, Bodhisattva heart, shining like a pearl'!"

Someone couldn't help sighing and interjected: "It's a pity that none of them ended well."

The monk shook his head: "I don't know how he died, but Yuwen Muyun suddenly disappeared back then. It is said that it has something to do with love affairs."

"But how did I hear that it was someone who met the Demon Sect while traveling and was killed?"

The monk's tone was even more mysterious: "What if I met a woman from the Demon Sect? While being entangled, she was killed at the same time, wouldn't it make sense?"

In the gazebo, a group of people gasped: "Wow, brother, your news is really scary!"

Seeing everyone's surprised and suspicious expressions, the monk couldn't help but feel a little flustered: "It's easy to say, I heard it by chance, but the specific situation is also unclear."

"If an upright gentleman like Yuwen Muyun is really fascinated by the demon girl of the Demon Sect, Mr. Yuwen will definitely not allow it, and it is possible that father and son will turn against each other in the end."

Another monk slapped his thigh: "Oh, it seems to make sense if you put it that way. Mr. Yuwen stopped his son once, but it didn't have any good results, so he dare not stop his grandson again?"

Among the people at the table in the corner, the young man in brocade clothes looked at the thin middle-aged man beside him, and asked in a low voice curiously: "Uncle Ji, have you heard of this secret of the Yuwen family?"

Maid Mingli poured tea for everyone at the table, but the middle-aged man had a pair of wine utensils in front of him. He was holding the wine glass alone, silent for a while, with a strange expression on his face: "... how do I know?"

The guests at the tables over there were greeting each other again: "Brothers, did you all go to Tantai's house to attend the wedding?"

"That's right, the two major art sects have widely distributed wedding invitations, and all sects, big and small, have received them. It's all because of this, right?"

"The big wedding day will be tomorrow night. We prepared the congratulatory gifts and hurriedly rushed, and we finally arrived."

"Since that's the case, let's go together. There is a welcome table set up by Tantai's family not far ahead. If you don't get drunk at the wine table tomorrow night, you won't return!"

After a group of people exchanged greetings, they rested for a while before leaving together.

The guests at the table in the corner did not move. Seeing the guests from the Immortal Sect walking away, Yuan Qinghang said: "This old thief Tantai just saw Mrs. Lin's soul-searching mark."

Afterwards, Ji Banxia followed Lin Su's last wish and sent her Soul Search Seal to Tantai's house. How could someone like Tantai Minghao resist looking at it?

Now that she is completely obedient to Tantai Yun's marriage, she must finally know that this is his biological daughter, and also a blood relative who has been treated harshly by him for many years!

Ji Banxia's face sank like water, and she didn't say a word.

Yuan Qinghang peeked at him, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Ji, are you all ready?"

Ji Banxia glanced lightly at the subordinates behind him.

The leader was a young man with a loyal face, but his eyes were shining brightly. It was Zhao Ting'an, who immediately replied in a low voice: "Report to the right protector, everything is in order. The servants at the banquet mixed in with our people, and the things that the young master ordered to prepare are also gone." It's in place."

Ji Banxia sighed and looked at Yuan Qinghang: "But are you sure you want to do this?"

Yuan Qinghang pondered for a while: "It is true that you may be wrong if you do it, but if you don't do it, if my guess is true, then you will definitely regret it."

He looked at Ji Banxia, ​​and said softly: "Besides, you also promised Mrs. Lin to take good care of her daughter."

Ji Banxia suddenly raised her hand and drank the wine in the glass.

He threw the wine glass on the ground and shattered it into powder: "I'll go first, you can come later!"

A group of subordinates followed him and disappeared at the end of the road in a blink of an eye.

Yuan Qinghang sat alone in the gazebo, not in a hurry to leave, but put Duoduo out of the storage bag.

As soon as the little thing came out, he looked around vigilantly and saw that there was no danger, so he pulled out another round pebble like a magic trick, and picked it up by himself.

Yuan Qinghang propped his chin, watched it play happily, reached out and tapped it: "Cunning, since you have hidden so many, why do people just take you and bark at others?"

Shuangjiang lightly helped Yuan Qinghang refill a cup of tea, Yuan Qinghang raised his hand to take it, and suddenly asked: "How is sister Gu Yu's illness now?"

Shuang Jiang's expression darkened: "I've been lying down for a few days, and I'm much better now, but my spirit is not very good."

Yuan Qinghang was dazed in a daze, and said for a while, "Brother Hong really... did that to her?"

Shuang Jiang's eyes turned red, and he said bitterly: "That little white-eyed wolf! No matter how sorry Zuo Hufa is to him, my sister brought him up since he was a child, caring for him when he was sick. How could he do this!"