Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Shang Lang was scolded by him, but he didn't feel annoyed, he just said: "When I was young, I thought your family was really fun."

He sighed: "Our Cangqiong faction is very boring. Every day we either practice swords in the valley, or meditate and adjust breath in the mountains. The first time Master brought you home as a guest, my brothers and I whispered behind our backs. , It would be so beautiful if we live here instead.”

He looked at the lotus pond in front of him, and then at the spiritual grass garden shrouded in mist in the distance: "Your house has fish and birds, obedient spirit beasts, and weird flowers. It's not like our Sky sect, except for the trees. , is the mountain.”

Mu Jiarong snorted: "Of course, we have all kinds of rare things in Shennong Valley."

"So we, a group of brothers, have the most fun here. Junior brother Zhou is the youngest, about the same age as you, and he often begs me, telling me to ask Master to bring us more visits to Shennong Valley."

Mu Jiarong suddenly stopped talking.

There was a trace of pain on Shang Lang's handsome face: "Now... Junior Brother Zhou is gone. Sometimes when I think of him, I always feel very regretful. If he came here a few more times before, he would be so happy."

Mu Jiarong whispered for a while: "Where is his body buried?"

Shang Lang said shyly, "In the back mountain cemetery of our Cang Qiong sect."

Mu Jiarong hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Then...do you want to move him here? Maybe he will be happier looking at the flowers, birds, fish and insects here?"

Shang Lang turned his head to look at him, and smiled wryly: "You are so stupid. How can someone bury a stranger in his back garden, and he is not afraid that he will be shocked if he is not acclimatized."

Mu Jiarong blushed, stiffened his neck and said, "He knows me, so he won't scare me."

Shang Lang shook his head: "It's better to be buried in the Cangqiong Sect. During the holidays, our brothers and sisters go to see him, so he won't be so lonely."

Mu Jiarong stopped talking, and said quietly after a long while: "Actually, I envy you all. There are so many brothers practicing and playing together, eating and sleeping together, how lively. Although Shennong Valley has everything, but I am the only one Man, what's the fun."

Shang Lang said: "That's right, I would rather have more people."

Mu Jiarong said sadly: "When I was young, I also looked forward to people coming to visit. Among them, your Cangqiong faction is the most interesting. You bring people with you and make trouble everywhere. On the surface, I just ignore it from a distance. , but I always think of you coming."

Shang Lang said: "Yes, at that time it was really carefree, you don't have to think about anything."

Mu Jiarong sneaked a glance at Shang Lang's face out of the corner of his eye, and asked hesitantly, "How is your injury?"

Shang Lang said indifferently: "It's about the same. Master specially asked me to come here and brought a thank you gift. I want to thank your father."

Mu Jiarong was taken aback: "Thank you for what?"

Shang Lang said: "We were seriously injured and unconscious. We were the first to rush to the mist formation to help, but your father. If he hadn't given me your precious elixir, how could I have recovered so quickly?"

Mu Jiarong looked a little reserved: "Oh, in Shennong Valley, we still have some good medicine."

Shang Lang hesitated for a moment, then looked at him: "Then your face..."

Mu Jiarong's face changed slightly: "What are you doing, are you ugly?"

Shang Lang hurriedly shook his head: "No! It's not a girl's house, what's the matter? Besides, your father is a great doctor in the world, what diseases can't be cured, what scars can't be removed?"

Mu Jiarong suddenly became angry: "All of you have exactly the same words of comfort, are you annoying?!"

His face was flushed, and the scar became a little darker because of his excitement.

When he lowered his head, he saw his face in the clear water, and his eyes were red: "I'm not afraid of being ugly, I'm just angry. Do you want to carry it all your life, and everyone will say behind your back when they see it, alas, the young master of the Mu family is a demon Did Zong's people cut it like this?"

Shang Lang was at a loss, and reached out to touch his scar: "Can't it be cured? It's not difficult to get rid of scars, your father..."

Annoyed and wronged, Mu Jiarong stepped back, avoiding his hand.

He lowered his head and said: "If it is an ordinary knife cut, we can use the medicine from Shennong Valley, and it will be back to normal in a few days. But... But his dagger is very evil."

These days, in order to heal this injury, he has suffered enough.

Li Qinghong's "Tu Ling" dagger is really a very vicious thing, the evil spirit that escapes from it touches the skin, and enters when it encounters blood, it can't be cleaned off at all.

As soon as the new flesh grows out, it will turn dark in color, and after the hard scab falls off, it will form scars repeatedly.

Mu Anyang gave his son all the good medicines, but they could only alleviate it a little. It seemed that the color of the scar was slowly getting lighter, but Mu Jiarong was spoiled and raised since he was a child.

Shang Lang's expression darkened.

The muscles on his handsome face twisted slightly, and he said after a while, "It's good that the cultivation base is not damaged."

Mu Jiarong snorted.

After a while, he suddenly drew out the "Li Zhu" soft sword from his waist, and slashed at the water, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "One day, I will slash him with my own hands!"

Shang Lang remained silent.

The two of them had their own concerns, sitting by the lotus pond, the water surface was breezy, and there was a little water vapor on the surface of the water just after it rained, and the koi jumped out of the water from time to time.

Mu Jiarong said again: "Recently, we have sent out many disciples from Shennong Valley to follow Jianzong's actions and be responsible for medical treatment. How is the situation outside?"

Shang Lang said: "What else can we do? The Demon Sect has been keeping a low profile for many years, and its influence is not small. Our immortal sects are scattered everywhere to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect, and each has casualties."

He hesitated: "By the way... there is a big event. Yuan Qinghang has appeared."

Mu Jiarong was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head: "What?! Hasn't he never shown up?"

Shang Lang said anxiously: "It happened a few days ago. For some reason, the Yuwen family got the news of his whereabouts, caught him by surprise, and sent him to Tantai's house to receive the reward."

Mu Jiarong was taken aback: "Ah! Then, isn't he about to die?"

Shang Lang shook his head with a solemn expression: "This should be a trap. After he was sent to Tantai's house, it was said that Mrs. Tantai arrested him and was going to give birth to her son, but he not only resisted Mrs. Tantai, but also Killed her with a knife."

Mu Jiarong was shocked: "What!"

In the short period of getting along, that boy from the Demon Sect has always been quite friendly to him. Now even if he knows that it is just an illusion, he always has some vaguely strange thoughts in his heart.

It was said that Yuan Qinghang was waiting for an opportunity to harm him outside the mist formation, but after all, no one had seen him that night.

What if?What if he didn't actually participate, or he doesn't quite agree with the elders around him?

Now that he suddenly heard that he was so cruel and evil, Mu Jiarong suddenly felt absurd and terrifying.

Shang Lang said dumbly: "Not only that, Ji Banxia, ​​the right protector of the Demon Sect, also suddenly appeared, they cooperated inside and outside, and slaughtered all the disciples of the Tantai family who were in the palace that night... all of them."

Mu Jiarong only felt that a ladle of cold water was being poured down his head, and his heart was cold.

After a while he asked in a trembling voice, "Is this true? Could it be a misinformation?"

Shang Lang smiled wryly: "Patriarch Tantai said it himself, can there be a lie?"

Mu Jiarong hesitated and said: "The two of them, against the entire Tantai family, can kill countless people, are they so powerful?"

Shang Lang said: "Patriarch Tantai said that he and Ji Banxia fought all night, and they were evenly matched. But Yuan Qinghang was good at using poison, and restrained Miss Tantai and Yu Wenli in advance, causing him to be restrained everywhere."

Mu Jiarong exclaimed: "Then what about them?"

Shang Lang shook his head: "Not dead. But the whole palace was washed with blood."

Mu Jiarong was in a daze, thinking of Yuan Qinghang's superb medical skills and usual cunning: "It's also... If he really wants to harm people, he should be able to kill many people."

Shang Lang's eyes were cold: "Tantai's temporary palace does not have many people, but there are dozens of them. They were slaughtered overnight, and Yuan Qinghang even killed Mrs. Tantai with his own hands, so now, return it to him outside. Got a nickname."

Mu Jiarong froze for a moment: "What?"

"It is said that he is young, beautiful and cunning, and his cruelty has already surpassed that of the left and right guardians. He can kill countless hands while talking and laughing, so he is called the smiling face."

Mu Jiarong shivered.

He suddenly thought of something: "Hey? Your senior brother Ning disappeared with that little devil. Yuan Qinghang appeared. Is there any news about him?"

Shang Lang shook his head listlessly: "Not yet. Everyone said..."

Half a year has passed, and people outside are guessing that Ning Duo, a genius disciple of the Sky Sect, has fallen, but he just doesn't believe it.

But as time passed, even Yuan Qinghang had shown up, but Ning Duo was still nowhere to be seen. No matter how firm Shang Lang was, he was shaken a little at this moment.

……

Not far away, on the back mountain of Shennong Valley, Qingxin Baicao Garden.

Under a luxuriant flowering tree, small black crystal stone tables and stone piers were neatly arranged, and Mu Qinghui and Ning Cheng sat facing each other.

Mu Qinghui was dressed in a green robe, thin and elegant, poured a cup of tea gracefully, and handed it to Ning Cheng.

The tea soup is emerald green, the tea leaves inside are as thin as pine needles, and the pekoe are tiny.

Ning Cheng took a sip absently, then put it down again.

Mu Qinghui glanced at him: "Recently, you have been besieged and suppressed the monsters of the Demon Sect. You have been rushing ahead, are you very tired?"

Ning Cheng stroked the hilt of his sword and said, "Fortunately, it was a good kill."

Mu Qinghui glanced at his sword quietly.

The blade of the sword, which was originally filled with green energy, already showed a bit of blood.

He sighed very lightly, and said: "Fight against the monsters of Mozong, among them there are many masters who are good at using poison. Remember to bring more of the various antidotes I prepared for you."

Ning Cheng nodded, with a little warmth in his eyes: "I remember."

Mu Qinghui took a sip of tea with his head down, and said, "By the way, last time you asked me to help you prepare the aconitum powder, is it easy to use?"

Ning Cheng looked gentle: "It's very useful. Senior Yi Baiyi wants to catch a lot of Gu sculptures for a competition, and entrusts us to the Sky Sect to prepare enough raw materials. Gu sculptures are fierce and difficult to catch. If it weren't for your help, where would I find such an effective fan?" medicine?"

Mu Qinghui took a close look at him before showing off his face and saying, "That's good."

After thinking for a while, he said again: "The medicine is very overbearing. I prepared it carefully for a long time, lest someone misuse it, I also prepared the antidote for you. You must take care of it."

Ning Cheng nodded: "That's natural. After the Gu Eagle was caught, he used your antidote to detoxify it. Senior Yi was very satisfied and said that it didn't affect anything."

Mu Qinghui sighed: "Senior Yi just broke through the realm and left the customs. It was a good thing, but it is said that when he heard about the little devil of the Demon Sect, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood."

Ning Cheng said indifferently: "I didn't expect that the junior he admired so much was this kind of person, so I'm so disappointed?"

Mu Qinghui shook his head: "He flew into a rage, saying that the disciples' retellings were all nonsense, and everyone was repeating what they said, which was extremely stupid."

Ning Cheng sneered: "He must be confused."

Mu Qinghui lost his mind for a while, and then said: "But I always feel that there seems to be something wrong."

Ning Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Mu Qinghui frowned slightly: "I can't say it well, but what Senior Yi said may not be unreasonable. The little devil Yuan Qinghang, just judging from the behavior of the Medicine Sect Dabi, doesn't seem like he can slaughter all the families." Brutal."

Ning Cheng said: "In order to get the quota to enter the valley, it is natural to try our best to pretend. According to Yu Wenli, he really found the ancient soldier soul in the Wanren Tomb. This scheming performance was not in vain."

Mu Qinghui shook his head: "I think what he said that day was sincere, not like hypocrisy."

Ning Cheng's face darkened: "Brother Mu, did you forget that you were cheated by this little traitor many years ago?"

Mu Qinghui couldn't help laughing: "The child is just cunning and tricky, and he hasn't really done any serious evil."

Ning Cheng said coldly: "The lives of more than [-] members of Tantai's family were bloodbathed and harvested overnight. Does this mean that you have never done evil?"

Mu Qinghui fell silent.

After a while, he smiled wryly and said: "If his words are really deliberate, at such a young age, he is too thoughtful and a little bit treacherous."

Ning Cheng stood up: "What's the matter with being so young? No matter how old or young the traitors of the Demon Sect are, which one is not so cruel and vicious!"

Mu Qinghui frowned slightly: "Brother Ning, the Demon Sect also has a lot of casual cultivators who are wandering clouds and wild cranes. Although there are many evil and sycophants, it is not appropriate to say that everyone deserves to die."

Ning Cheng's eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "My senior brother died in the Mozong! He was such a noble, gentle, and proud man, but he was imprisoned and humiliated in the Mozong. Everyone in the Mozong wanted him to die. So they are all murderers, and they should all be buried with my senior brother!"

Mu Qinghui looked at him worriedly: "Brother Ning, what happened back then is over, and Immortal Ning is also buried in the ground, you..."

Ning Cheng paused for a long time before his expression gradually returned to calm: "Ten years ago, although I was just an ignorant teenager, I was also present at the scene of the battle between immortals and demons."

Mu Qinghui said cautiously: "What did you see and what do you know?"

There seemed to be a crazy light in Ning Cheng's eyes: "I only know that brother lost his mind in the end and his name was ruined. There are many people responsible. He shouldn't have fallen to this point in the first place."

……

In the realm of the Demon Sect Master, in the mountains and mountains that stretch for thousands of miles, the hidden teleportation array mouth was distorted for a while.

Several disciples of the Demon Sect appeared at the eye of the formation, turned around and rushed towards the palace of the guardian Li Hongling on the left.

The leader is a young man, about twenty years old, with a very clever appearance.

Several people rushed to the outside of Li Hongling's residence, waited for the notification, and then quickly entered the ceremony hall.

As soon as he saw the people sitting in the hall, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face: "Young master, it's great that you came back safely!"

Yuan Qinghang sternly said: "That's for sure! This young master is wise and decisive, and has great luck. Of course, he can turn danger into good fortune everywhere."

A girl below stuck out her tongue: "Ji Hufa said, although your skills are good, young master, you are a fool."

Yuan Qinghang: "..."

He turned his head and looked at Ji Banxia sadly: "Uncle Ji, you are scolding me behind my back."

Sitting in the hall, Ji Banxia looked tired, and glanced at him lightly.

Li Hongling next to her sneered, "It's too polite to say you're stupid, you're beyond foolish."

Yuan Qinghang gave a listless "Oh" and stopped talking.

Not long after he came back, Li Hongling didn't give him any good looks, even if he tried to please and act like a baby, all he got was a cold face, and his words were smug.

Ji Banxia looked at the young men in the hall: "What do you want to report?"

Zhao Ting'an was the most stable person, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Guardian Hui You, we followed the instructions and quietly inquired everywhere for a long time, but only found one clue."

"Say."

"The traces related to the formation have been annihilated and cannot be traced. But the prescription given to us by Hufa Li, the most important antidote medicinal material, has been quietly purchased by people for more than a year, leading to gradually running out of stock. "