Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Ning Duo was silent for a while: "You came here just to worship?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "What do you think I am going to do?"

Ning Duo hesitated for a moment: "Do you need to open the coffin? If necessary, I will do it."

Yuan Qinghang pondered and said: "The dead in the mist formation all pierced their chests with a sword. I have already experienced the first sword in Tantai Chaozhong."

Ning Duo asked, "How?"

Yuan Qinghang shook his head: "A normal sword wound, the wound is not abnormal. It can only be seen that the striker has a high level of cultivation, and the action should be very fast."

Ning Duo's fingers holding Ying Huijian turned slightly pale.

Yuan Qinghang sighed: "At least it didn't make the dead suffer."

He suddenly said: "I've only seen the body of Tantai Chao alone, it's better to look at others."

The night was dark and the cemetery was gloomy.

The two quietly dug up Ning Xiaozhou's coffin and pried it open.

The rotten soil was scattered, and Yuan Qinghang jumped into the pit and began to examine the remains.

In the dark night, the night pearl in his hand glowed faintly, reflecting the hideous and rotting corpses under his hands.

After a long while, he jumped up again, with a serious look on his face.

Ning Duo asked, "What's wrong?"

Yuan Qinghang said: "It rots badly, besides the sword wound, the poisoning is also very serious."

Ning Duo pondered: "The survivors have confirmed that before this, everyone was dazzled by the poisonous fog and became unconscious."

Yuan Qinghang frowned: "It's been too long, and I can't tell the toxin components."

So, was the deceased injured by a sword or poisoned?

Or in other words, because of being poisoned, the sword wound that was originally not fatal became the reason for chasing his life? ...

Watching Ning Duo restore the cemetery silently, Yuan Qinghang picked up a little garden soil on the ground, squeezed a small square, and roasted it with fireball for a while.

Then use gold sand to mark one to six points on the six sides respectively, and make a small dice.

He rolled it lightly, and the dice also got deep into the soil beside the tombstone.

Ning Duo glanced at him.

Yuanqing Hang Qiang smiled and said: "Your little brother Zhou likes to play this game, let him chat with him to relieve boredom."

He thought for a while, and his expression was a little strange: "Xiao Qijun, I still want to go to your uncle Zheng's tomb to have a look, okay?"

……

Zheng Tao's cemetery is a little far away from the cemetery of these low-level disciples, in the depths of the cemetery further away.

There are no people in the cemetery during the day, not to mention it is the dead of night.The two walked slowly all the way, only to hear the silence around them, and the wind blowing around them.

Even the cries of insects and the cries of night owls that are common elsewhere are rarely heard.

After a while, the familiar big locust tree was already in sight.

Yuan Qinghang took a closer look at the locust tree and commented: "It grows slowly."

The last time I looked at it, it was obvious that this locust tree was growing extremely fast, and the tree was full of flowers. The situation was strange.

Apparently, someone used some kind of secret technique to stimulate growth, in order to disturb the innocent souls underground, and launched a shocking corpse.

Now that the startled corpse has been unearthed and many Shuzong disciples have been killed, the person behind the scenes must have achieved his goal, so there is no reason to continue to take care of the locust tree, and its growth rate has become much more normal.

The two walked around the gloomy locust tree and stood in front of Zheng Tao's tombstone.

Ning Duo said, "What do you want to see?"

Yuan Qinghang didn't answer right away, walked around Zheng Tao's tombstone, and suddenly asked: "When you went back that time, you told your master what you saw and heard here, how did he react?"

Ning Duo was startled: "Didn't I already say that?"

Yuan Qinghang stared at the tombstone, with a strange look on his face: "He punished you to the edge of the Mingcrime Cliff where people come and go, and face the wall and think about it?"

"Yes."

"But he has always cared and cared for you in every possible way, and usually punishes you lightly, right?"

Ning Duo frowned slightly: "Yes."

Yuan Qinghang said slowly: "Regardless of whether the startled corpse is your uncle Zheng Tao or not, Sect Leader Ning shouldn't want to expose his family's ugliness, so why punish you with such a big fanfare?"

Ning Duo was silent for a while: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Yuan Qinghang said indifferently: "We analyzed that night, and it was one person who drove the underground corpse; but it should be another person who laid gunpowder in the coffin, blew up the bones, and prevented people from investigating the identity of the corpse."

His eyes flickered: "At present, the Cangqiong sect is full of guests from various sects. If you are punished like this, people will inevitably be curious about it. So if you say—I mean if—your master hopes that more people will pay attention to this matter." thing, doesn’t it make sense?”

Ning Duo narrowed his eyes suddenly: "You doubt my master?"

Yuan Qinghang looked at him without evasive eyes: "Is it possible?"

Looking at Ning Duo's pale face, he calmly said, "Your junior brother Zhou is dead, and I also have a childhood playmate who was directly searched to death by your master in your Cangxia Palace."

His eyes became slightly cold: "According to the information we got later, Head Ning told everyone at that time that what he saw in the mind of this Demon Sect boy was that they were ordered by Ji Banxia to search for Survivors continue to kill."

Ning Duo's face became even paler, and his jade-like face seemed to be frozen by something.

Yuan Qinghang said word by word: "But the fact is clearly that Li Qinghong didn't tell the truth immediately because of fear, so Uncle Ji asked his subordinates to search for my whereabouts!"

Ning Duo pursed his lips, upset.

Yuan Qinghang didn't force him any more, he opened his palm, revealing the radiant evil brake disc.

He pressed the compass on the ground with his backhand, facing Zheng Tao's tombstone, and said in a low voice: "Exploring the shadows and searching for corpses, we will not miss anything!"

On the compass, the silver pointer suddenly turned wildly, tremblingly pointing in the direction of Zheng Tao's tombstone!

Ning Duo raised his eyes in astonishment, and blurted out: "How could this be?"

That night more than a year ago, when they opened the coffin, the bones inside had been blown to pieces. Naturally, their souls should be scattered, and Compass shouldn't have such a reaction!

Yuan Qinghang put away the Xiezhi brake disc, and his eyes were dim: "So, I'm sorry, I have to disturb your Uncle Zheng again."

……

The brand-new black wooden coffin opened wide, and a gust of cold air rushed over.

Although the two of them had already vaguely prepared themselves, they were still so shocked that they could not speak for a long time as they looked at the corpse lying quietly inside.

Most of the face that had been rotten was now completely rotted, leaving no flesh and blood.But the tangled and dirty hair on the head is still there, and the shape and height of the skeleton are vaguely familiar.

Yuan Qinghang squatted down and looked at it carefully for a moment again: "It's him."

He can't admit it wrong, he once fought hard with this horrified corpse for one night, he was so embarrassed that he almost died, so he was naturally impressed.

There was even a large piece missing from the eye socket of the bone, which was the scar from Ning Duo's stabbing with a sword that day.

The problem is, since Jingshi's identity could not be identified at that time, and it was kept by the Sky Sect, how could it be allowed to occupy the dove's nest and occupy Zheng Yuan's tomb?

Unless, this terrifying corpse has always been him!

He raised his head and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Who do you think has the ability and the means to put Uncle Zheng's bones back here?"

Ning Duo stared at the bones in the coffin, and the sword intent on Yinghui Sword faintly overflowed.

And his hands seemed to be trembling slightly.After a while, he said in a low voice: "It must be someone of high authority."

Yuan Qinghang stretched out his hand to push the lid of the coffin, and stood up: "It seems that two people can do it. One is your master, the current acting head of the Cangqiong Sect; the other, I thought about it, Shang Lang's father Shang Without a trace, it seems to be okay."

Ning Duo said in a low voice: "Uncle Shang has never asked about the affairs of the family, and his legs are disabled..."

Yuan Qinghang smiled slightly: "But he is Shang Yuan's son after all, and Shang Yuan's soul lamp will not go out for a day, so he will not really have no sense of existence in the Sky Sect."

No matter how bad it is, he still has the last person to send and transfer.

——In the early morning after the cemetery expedition that day, the Sophora japonica flower in Shang Lang's hair was always like a thorn in Yuan Qinghang's heart, which was hard to ignore and hard to forget.

The wind was blowing all around, and the cold air was pressing, but Yuan Qinghang's eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky: "But no matter who it is, it must be that person feels that I am very sorry for this Zheng Tao, so when no one is paying attention, I am so sorry. Re-buried his bones, wanting to give him a complete rest."

Ning Duo said bitterly: "You mean, all of this has something to do with us, the Sky Sect?"

Yuan Qinghang sighed secretly in his heart, and said softly: "There is no conclusion yet, but reasonable doubts."

Ning Duo stared blankly at Zheng Tao's tombstone, and suddenly raised the Yinghui Sword.

The scorching sword intent spewed out soundlessly, and slapped the freshly excavated soil on the ground.

Dust flew and mud fell, covering Zheng Tao's coffin.

Ning Duo was expressionless, and slapped down his palm, and the heavy tombstone flew up and stood on Zheng Tao's grave again.

His face was pale, but his expression was solemn: "You are right. After all, all disasters and killings began with the Fairy Gate Grand Competition hosted by the Sky Sect."

Yuan Qinghang's white jade fan lightly tapped his palm: "So now, what is the purpose of the person behind this?"

Zheng Tao's body was catalyzed and unearthed, killing many Shuzong disciples;

All the disciples of the immortal sect came out of the Ten Thousand Blades Tomb, fell into the mist formation and were massacred. At this stage, the immortal sects of the various families suffered heavy losses.

And then the Mozong was framed, and the people of all the immortal sects besieged and suppressed the Mozong together. At this stage, the Mozong suffered even more heavy casualties.

So is this person behind the scenes really trying to strangle the Demon Sect?No matter how you look at it, the price paid by the Immortal Sect families seems to be no less!

……

In the VIP guest room of the Tantai family, the deep sandalwood scent wafts in the air, and the dark fragrance floats.

It has been more than ten days since the big change of the wedding day.

The bridegroom was assassinated, and the head of the Tantai family was plotted against by Mo Zongji Banxia. One of his palms was cut off, and there was chaos everywhere. The Yuwen family.

Beside the large bed with luxurious carvings, Mu Anyang was concentrating on giving the pulse of the person on the bed. After a while, he turned his head and said softly to the young man standing behind him, "You want to come and see?"

Li Qinghong silently stood beside the bed, took a quick glance: "It's been so many days, I can't die, and the stabbing is not deep."

These words were extremely unpleasant, and Yu Wenhan next to him froze.

Mu Anyang looked embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "Your medical skills are also very good, why don't you give Master Yuwen a try?"

Yu Wenhan forced a smile and said, "It's better to have Master Laomu diagnose and treat it himself. Mr. Mu is good at using poison to make poison, maybe he is not very good at treating it?"

Li Qinghong's face was dull, and the corner of his lips flickered with sarcasm.

Mu Anyang had no choice but to take out the silver needle himself, held his breath, and stabbed it into Yuwenli's spiritual acupoints on the bed.

After half a cup of tea, Yu Wenli, who was sleepy on the bed, obviously turned a little rosy, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Mu Anyang put away the silver needle bag at hand and stood up.

"Mr. Yuwen's life is safe, and the injury has stabilized in the past ten days. After all, the sword in the lower abdomen did not penetrate deeply, Miss Tantai..." He hesitated for a while, and said in a harmonious voice, "Probably he did not use all his strength."

On the side of the bed, Yu Wenhan forced a smile, and cupped his hands at him: "Thank you Immortal Master, thank you for staying and helping so far."

Mu Anyang said: "It's the job of a doctor, and it's easy to do."

He took out a small black porcelain bottle from his storage bag: "Mr. Yuwen hurt his internal organs after all, so he still needs to be taken care of. The medicine he took a few days ago was discontinued. Instead, he took this medicine, one pill a day, with Lingquan water." Just fine."

A servant next to him limped up quickly and put it away carefully.

Yu Wenhan knew that the medicine must be precious, so he winked to the side, and immediately an old servant stepped forward and offered him a beautiful storage bag with cloud patterns.

Yu Wenhan sent the storage bag: "A little thank you, please accept it with a smile from the immortal master."

Mu Anyang knew that Yuwen's family had a big business, so he was not polite, put away the storage bag, and took Li Qinghong to get up and leave.

Yu Wenhan got up himself, sent him out the door, and then turned back to the room.

Beside the hospital bed, several maidservants were busy, and the crippled guard also stood quietly by the side.

Yu Wenhan waved his hand, drove all the maids out, frowned and looked at the guard: "You stay."

His eyes fell on the guard's leg: "How can you serve yourself like this?"

The guard hurriedly knelt down: "Reporting to the suzerain, the little one's thigh was bitten off by a livestock fish in the last competition of the Shuzong. Fortunately, the young master gave me precious medicine to save his life. Seeing that I am pitiful, young master Yuwen tried to help me Made this."

He lifted up his trousers, revealing a black and shiny prosthetic leg, a leg bone made of an unknown animal bone, and organs and spirit stones inlaid on the knee, weird and cruel.

Yu Wenhan stared at the mechanism for a while, then sighed faintly: "This kind of mechanism technique is better used to make puppets, but if it is used on humans, the consequences are unknown."

The guard hurriedly kowtowed: "If it is true that the leg is broken, the little one is a useless person. If there are any bad consequences, I will do it voluntarily, and it has nothing to do with Master Yuwen. The little one can only be grateful to Master Yuwen!"

Yu Wenhan waved his hand wearily, and the guard hurriedly limped back.

He sat alone in the room, staring at the person on the bed in a daze.

On the hospital bed, Yuwen's face was as golden as paper, still in a coma.

The groom's bloody gown covered in gold-edged red clothes has been replaced, leaving only a moon-white underclothes, lined with the jet-black hair on the pillow, and the usual suave and unrestrained style has completely disappeared.

In the dead of night, the whistling night wind was like a devil crying, pouring in from the wide open window, blowing a few strands of white hair on Yu Wenhan's temples fluttering slightly.

Yu Wenhan's eyes dimmed, he stood up after a while, and closed the window, the sobbing Night Breeze finally became weaker.

He stood alone by the window for a while before turning around slowly.

Behind him, Yu Wenli, who had been in a coma for many days, finally woke up, and was weakly raising his eyes to look at him.

"Grandfather..." he called out in a low voice.

Yu Wenhan walked to the bedside, his tall body cast a shadow.

He looked at the only grandson who was talented and always motivated, and slowly raised his hand: "I'll ask you a question, and you have to answer it truthfully."

Yu Wenli stared at the palm of his faintly raging spiritual power, his face suddenly turned pale.

Looking at his pale face, Yu Wenhan suddenly yelled, "Did you kill anyone from Tantai's family?! Those monsters from the Mozong testified against you, are you framed?"

In Yu Wenli's phoenix eyes, fear was faintly revealed.

He pressed his bleeding thin lips tightly, without saying a word.

Yu Wenhan trembled his hands, extremely disappointed: "...You were the same when Miss Tantai asked you. Why, don't you dare to answer directly?"

Yu Wenli was silent for a long while, and finally struggled to sit up, slowly got down to the ground, and fell to his knees with a plop.

Not daring to look at his grandpa's majestic eyes, he lowered his head and said in a weak voice, "...Yes, I killed him."

Yu Wenhan's body trembled, as if he was about to fall.

He tried his best to stabilize his figure, put his palm on the top of Yu Wenli's head, and said sharply, "Are you crazy?"

Yu Wenli's face turned even paler: "Grandson was wrong... I was confused for a while, and when I thought about it afterwards, I regretted it too much, and couldn't sit still."