Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

The mist gradually thinned, and the surrounding sky became brighter.

In the small courtyard, the demonic energy condensed in the bushes at night has dissipated, and the pungent and pungent fragrance has also become weaker.

A shadow fell on Yuan Qinghang's eyelids, he opened his eyes in a daze, turned over immediately, and got up quickly.

"Aunt Hong?"

Li Hongling's back was facing the rising sun, and the morning light hit her red dress, coating her with a layer of icy red glow.

Her eyes fell on Yuan Qinghang faintly, looking at the blood dripping on his clothes and the wound on his wrist, her expression was gloomy, and she snorted coldly for a long time.

Turning around and clapping, a black talisman hit the door, and the firmly locked door was instantly torn apart, and sawdust flew.

Li Qinghong, who was sleeping behind the door, tilted his body, jumped up in surprise, rubbed his eyes, surprised and frightened: "Mother..."

Li Hongling stepped into the room and looked at the startled corpse on the ground with its head crooked and its neck broken. An evil spirit appeared on his face, and with a raised hand, a cluster of black flames rushed towards the corpse, and fierce flames rose instantly.

In less than a moment, the stench of burning permeated the air, and the corpse turned into a pile of black powder.

Yuan Qinghang leaned on the door frame, poked his head, and clicked his tongue: Well, there is no need to crush the corpse to suppress it, and it will be better to bury it directly to make flower fertilizer.

Li Hongling grabbed her son's hand, pulled him out of the house, looked at him carefully under the sunlight, and found that there was nothing serious, so she said coldly: "It's just a low-level startled corpse, and it's even smaller. The young master came to help, so useless?"

Li Qinghong bit his lip, looking away, he suddenly saw Yuan Qinghang's hand.

His eyes were dazed, and he suddenly asked in a trembling voice, "Where is the rabbit... where is the rabbit?"

Yuan Qinghang blinked: "The rabbit will bite if it is in a hurry. I cut its neck, but it actually bit me back, and then ran away with a kick."

Li Qinghong's face was pale, and he didn't speak for a while, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

Li Hongling next to her suddenly sneered: "Both are idiots, one is more stupid than the other!"

Although she is usually doting and polite to Yuan Qinghang, she is an elder after all. Seeing her angry, Yuan Qinghang didn't dare to refute. He just showed weakness and begged: "Aunt Hong, can you teach us a few more talismans and spells? Next time When we encounter such dirty things, we have the means to save our lives."

Li Hongling's complexion was still not good: "I'm not good at talisman formations. After a while, you should also live with your Uncle Ji. It's serious to ask him for advice."

Yuan Qinghang was taken aback.

Mozong now has two guardians, one on the left and one on the right.

The left protector is Li Hongling, who is good at using poison and medicine, and the right protector is called Ji Banxia. It is said that he is proficient in all-round talisman and seal formations, and has a better reputation.

He also came to Li Hongling's place several times, each time he came to fetch some elixirs, he came and went in a hurry, rarely staying.

In my impression, he is a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance, silent and melancholy, why should I switch to him now to learn new knowledge?

"I also want to learn more medical skills from Aunt Hong, and how to use poison to detoxify." He said with a smile, "It's rare for a few unlucky people to practice their hands. There must be a beginning and an end."

Before Li Hongling could reply, Li Qinghong hastily interrupted: "Then shall I go to study together?"

Li Hongling's face darkened: "Why, do you want to leave here early?"

Li Qinghong shook his head anxiously: "No, no, I just want to follow Brother Young Master..."

Li Hongling said coldly: "The young master is bright and early, and he will soon learn to become a teacher. You are so talented and stupid, if you want to follow him, you have to consider your own weight."

Li Qinghong's lips moved lightly, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes, but finally couldn't bear it anymore, and fell down with a "patta".

Yuan Qinghang sighed deeply in his heart, feeling extremely depressed.

Being a bosom brother for one night is not as good as being a mother with a few psychological blows!

He coughed, and grabbed Li Qinghong's cold little hand: "Aunt Hong, Brother Hong is amazing. He was alone in the dark room last night and killed that horrible corpse! If it was me, maybe I would have to kill him." Frightened to death."

Li Hongling glanced at him lightly, with a sarcastic expression on her face: "You have taken some kind of magic medicine recently, and your temper will change quickly."

Yuan Qinghang looked at Li Hongling with a smile, but was taken aback in his heart: Oops, the character design has changed too fast, is it against harmony?

"Aunt Hong, I've grown up!"

Li Hongling stared at him with a pair of wonderful eyes, seeing Yuan Qinghang's heart thumping wildly, and after a long while said quietly: "Sure enough, nature is hard to change."

Yuan Qinghang looked at her with dark eyes: "Nature?"

Li Hongling said indifferently: "Everyone in your Yuan family looks like this. Your parents, your uncle...you are such a young child, how can you not be able to handle it?"

Yuan Qinghang raised his head and asked cautiously: "Aunt Hong, what happened to my parents and my uncle?"

Li Hongling led the two of them, walked forward quickly, and said with a sneer, "All of them were killed by those famous sects of the Immortal Sect. Hehe, what kind of sincerity, what kind of geniuses, it's not that they all die with regrets."

……

In the next few days, Li Hongling did not continue to harm the people, and only followed what was said that day, urging Yuan Qinghang and Li Qinghong to learn to use medicine to detoxify.

Yuan Qinghang took all kinds of expensive medicines, and she didn't stop her. Even if she used the wrong medicine, she didn't remind her. She only came out to explain the confusion and teach when there were bad results.

This went on and on for a few days, and with great difficulty, the residual poison of several Shennonggu disciples was gradually eliminated, and their health improved day by day.

On this day, Yuan Qinghang was soaking in a separate medicine room early in the morning, thinking about a prescription, Gu Yu pushed open the door and walked in.

She was holding a dark jar in her hand, and there was a faint "rustling" sound coming from inside, like thousands of poisonous insects crawling, killing and biting each other.

Yuan Qinghang has seen many kinds of poisonous insects and monsters these days, and he is not afraid. He asked curiously, "What kind of rare thing is this?"

Gu Yu originally kept him at a respectful distance, but after he went to accompany Li Qinghong that night, he got closer to him, and replied with a smile: "Guard Zuo said, tell me to grind this little thing into powder, and use it tomorrow."

Yuan Qinghang lifted a corner of the jar lid: "What a small thing, let me have a look first."

Just as a crack was exposed from the lid, a puff of black smoke swirled upwards, heading towards his nose like substance.

Yuan Qinghang was startled, hurriedly held his breath, and closed the lid firmly with his backhand.

But at this moment, he had already seen the scene in the jar.

Among the densely packed black soft-bodied flesh worms, a small centipede-like worm was entrenched in the middle, with dense slender feet, thick fluff on its body, and a bright red fleshy wing protruding high on its back, which was particularly ferocious.

Backup tomorrow?

Yuan Qinghang felt nervous, pretending to ask casually: "Aunt Hong wants to make medicine?"

"That's right. She said that those medicine jars are almost cured, and I will give them a new dose of medicine tomorrow." Gu Yu smiled gently, "This little thing has lived in a pile of poisonous insects for several months, and several kinds of poisonous insects have gathered on its body. Toxicity, just to test your and the young master's skills."

Yuan Qinghang sneered, and ran out.

It's going to kill me, I really want to come again!

That poisonous worm looked like a little Gu king, and he didn't know how to fight to survive.Where do you know how to detoxify?

He ran to the medicine storage room where those people were locked, pushed open the door, and waved to Mu Xiaoqi inside: "Come out."

Mu Xiaoqi was sitting alone, looked up at him, fell silent for a while, stood up and walked over.

"you call me?"

He has been resting for the past few days, and various nourishing and recuperating elixirs are offered, his haggard complexion has obviously improved a lot, his eyes are more like spots of paint, and his brows are like swords.

Yuan Qinghang dragged him out of the house, found a pillar, looked around and saw no one, and said: "You and your brothers are almost in good health, right?"

Mu Xiaoqi drooped her eyelashes, and said flatly, "Thanks to you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Yuan Qinghang grinned, "In this case, you should cultivate your health and rest well today, don't sleep to death at night, and wait for me."

Mu Xiaoqi frowned: "What are you doing?"

"I'll take you to escape at night." Yuan Qinghang lowered his voice, "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."

Mu Xiaoqi was stunned, looking at him strangely: "How to escape?"

Yuan Qinghang was about to speak, when suddenly the corner of his eye glanced not far away, and he stopped abruptly.

Behind the colonnade not far away, a small figure remained motionless, sticking to the back.

"Who's there?" He called out with a stir in his heart.

After a while of silence, behind the pillar, Li Qinghong's figure slowly came out, looked at Yuan Qinghang, and said in a low voice: "It's me."

Yuan Qinghang pushed Mu Xiaoqi away, and whispered: "You go first."

Watching Mu Xiaoqi disappear, he walked over and asked Li Qinghong, "What are you doing there?"

Li Qinghong didn't answer, looking at the direction of Mu Xiaoqi's back with dark eyes, he suddenly asked: "Brother Young Master, do you like that little drug boy very much?"

Yuan Qinghang poked his forehead: "What do you like or not? It's rare to be as old as us, don't you like playing with people of the same age?"

Since the death of the last head of the Demon Sect, the Demon Sect has been disintegrated, and the old department and demon monks gathered in the territory of the Demon Sect. Unless they seek shelter under a powerful master like Li Hongling, most of them are solitary.

Yuan Qinghang observed for a few days, but he didn't see any children in Li Hongling's residence. In his memory, he and Li Qinghong grew up together. Apart from practicing kung fu, they were accompanied by poisonous insects and monsters all day long.

Li Qinghong lowered his head, his little toes were grinding on the ground: "I just want to play with you, Young Master Brother."

Yuan Qinghang comforted him with a good temper: "No problem, we will play together until the end."

Poor baby, if you can go to kindergarten and elementary school like modern people, where a bunch of brats are playing around together, how can it be so awkward.

Li Qinghong stared at him stubbornly: "Will Brother Young Master keep him by his side and grow up together?"

Yuan Qinghang patted him funny: "Of course not, he is not the same as us."

Hurry up, return to the bridge, return to the bridge, send them away tonight!Stay for another day, and if you eat the corpse powder of that Gu insect, you will all die.

Li Qinghong pursed his lips, his eyes finally lit up.

Throughout the day, he followed Yuan Qinghang step by step, whether it was researching medicine or recording symptoms, he never left. Whenever Yuan Qinghang wanted to secretly say something to Mu Xiaoqi, he would suddenly appear and stand quietly. Behind him, he was startled.

Until the evening when he completely left, Yuan Qinghang couldn't find a chance to say anything to Mu Xiaoqi.

……

All is quiet, midnight.

With the scream of a wild owl, the door of Li Hongling's residence opened quietly and silently.

A small figure poked his head out, wearing a tight dark brocade robe, a black belt tied around his waist, and a pair of small soft leather boots that fit well under his feet. It was Yuan Qinghang.

Outside, a row of puppet beasts guarding at night turned their heads in unison, clusters of faint green will-o'-the-wisps flickered in their eyes.

Yuan Qinghang threw a handful of talismans over, and the dim lights in the eyes of the puppets in the middle flickered, and they all went out.

Yuan Qinghang breathed a sigh of relief, and waved behind him: "Follow me and walk in a row."

A row of shadows poked out their heads furtively, and it was those arrested Shennonggu disciples whose spiritual power chains had been removed.

Mu Xiaoqi was at the front, following him closely.

Behind the two of them was the fifteen-year-old boy, with his back bent and stuttering in shock, he asked, "T-really, you want to let us go?"

Yuan Qinghang was speechless, and whispered: "You can scream louder, so you don't have to leave."

The boy covered his mouth and nodded desperately.

A group of people passed through a row of puppet beasts holding their breath, and there were still a few puppet beasts in the distance with ghost fire in their eyes, staring at the crowd firmly, and turning around anxiously.

Yuan Qinghang is half of the little master here, and he has already been recognized by the puppet beasts. With strangers behind him, those puppet beasts are a little confused. It's time to come up and chase.

When the last person was about to pass through the puppet formation, the nearest puppet beast suddenly made a "click" noise and grabbed his ankle!

Before the man could scream in surprise, Yuan Qinghang had already raised his hand and typed out a talisman that had been prepared, and sealed it in the eyes of the puppet beast.

The dark fire disappeared, the puppet beast twisted its limbs, and Yuan Qinghang yelled softly: "Run!"

A group of people ran away and followed him to the distance.

Right behind them, behind the slightly opened door, a pair of dark eyes were exposed, reflecting the cold moonlight, black and white were distinct.

Staring faintly at the line of figures in front of him, he slowly raised his little white hand and put something near his mouth.

A green and compelling bamboo whistle!