After passing through the book, the holy son of Mozong became a pillar of righteousness

In March, the mountain was still an unsightly black-blue color, the wind was bitter, and the chill was freezing to the bone.The monster clan invaded Mount Weizhu, which stained Mount Weizhu with blood and made people panic.

In April, Mozong had no choice but to seek help from Zhengdao.

As a result, Mozong and Zhengdao signed an armistice agreement to jointly resist the invasion of the monster clan.

The right way requires that the demon sect must send the son of the demon sect into the right way, and the righteous people will strictly discipline and restrain him.

In mid-April, all the members of the Righteous Path went to Mount Weizhu in mighty force to pick up the Holy Son of the Demon Sect.

Bai Tingquan spent the whole day in a daze, and when he got off work, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stayed up late last night to read a recently popular cultivating novel at four o'clock in the morning, and woke up at eight o'clock in the morning, but only slept for a little over three hours.

There was one person in the book that interested him very much.

Canglang Jun Wen Zhi is a gentleman, his behavior is elegant and upright, and his strength is also the ceiling in the book. He became famous at a young age, but he is neither arrogant nor rash, respected, confident and strong.

Bai Tingquan liked him very much.

It's a pity that such a good person was ruined by a brainless cannon fodder, his five senses were all crippled, and he became a useless person who even had to be fed for food and water.

Bai Tingquan was really upset. He had turned off his mobile phone and wanted to sleep when Canglang Lord was persecuted, but the author buried many hidden threads in the book, implying that Canglang Lord would recover one day.

He watched and watched, and wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep countless times, but the plot of the novel was so stupid that he could always give out some hints one second before he gave up, saying that Lord Canglang's body was about to recover, and the plot was about to start. It was about to enter the climax, but in desperation, Bai Tingquan insisted on reading it all night.

At the end, Lord Canglang's body didn't recover, and he died miserably, closing his eyes in a panic and desolation.

Bai Tingquan was so angry that he almost dropped his phone.

The author of Kill Thousand Swords!

Maybe it was because he stayed up too late and was in poor health. When he walked out of the company after get off work, he always felt that the ground was soft and the sky was spinning.

Bai Tingquan patted his cheeks, trying to pull himself together.

Suddenly, there was thunder, and a flash of lightning turned the dark sky into a bright silver-purple. Bai Tingquan walked under a high-voltage cable in a daze. He didn't notice that the insulation layer of the cable was broken. Lured by lightning, the silver-purple lightning snake suddenly hit Bai Tingquan and quickly sank into his body.

The severe pain came suddenly, Bai Tingquan didn't even have time to scream, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.

There was a huge battle on Mount Weizhu, and everyone from the Demon Sect lined up, leading the righteous people to the center of the altar square.

The righteous people seemed to be extremely unaccustomed to this battle, and they all frowned and walked forward bravely.

In the center of the square, a silver bell rang, crisp and melodious, like a lead wire, drawing everyone's attention to this side.

Where everyone's eyes focused was a young man in brocade clothes.

The little prince's skin was as white as snow, and his long crow-colored hair was soft and docile. He knelt on the snow, looked around blankly and innocently, his eyes were clear and clean.Even in the realm of comprehension where there are many beauties, his appearance is extremely outstanding.

He is not very old, only sixteen.A look of innocence and simplicity.

Everyone stared at him for a long time, as if they just found their voice.

"This is the devil's son?"

This person's voice was full of disdain, even though there were so many people from the Demon Sect around him, he didn't care about face at all, and his words seemed tricky and mean.

Bai Tingquan was shivering from the cold, and his hands and feet were stiff. He trembled to regain his sanity, and raised his eyelids to look at the person closest to him—he had white hair and chicken skin, and was dressed in a simple Taoist robe. He was quite excited when he spoke, drooling Spray him all over the face.

In this case, the possibility of being knocked out and kidnapped to make a guest appearance on the set is zero.

There is no doubt that he wore books.

It's just that the Mozong, the Holy Son...

Bai Tingquan frowned.

Could it be that he just happened to be in the novel he read yesterday?

When Bai Tingquan raised his eyes, the noisy and chaotic crowd fell silent for a moment, as if they were paying attention to his appearance.

Someone in the crowd sighed, "This... a disaster, a disaster."

The Consul of the Demon Sect came to hand over to the old man. The old man snorted coldly: "How can we confirm that this is the Holy Son of the Demon Sect? If you randomly find a young man to fool us, wouldn't we be played by your Demon Sect? "

The Consul of the Mozong was not in a hurry, and he looked like he was doing business: "The Holy Son of the Mozong is a noble and unique existence in the Mozong. There is a gorgeous flame emblem on his heart skin. When the spiritual power flows, the emblem will appear. Blinks with the beating of the heart."

The old man was full of arrogance, as if he wanted to completely humiliate the Demon Sect today before he would give up, and he said again: "In this case, I see that there is only weak spiritual power flowing in his body. It's probably at the level of entering the outer sect to be a sweeping disciple..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly saw that the people of the righteous way were silent and made way from the center one after another.

Someone walked out.

His snow clothes are thin, his body is tall and straight, like a sheathed sword, the edge is hidden, but it is full of deterrence.Wherever he went, there was a bitter chill.

His pupils were like thick ink, and the stars in his pupils were precisely focused on Bai Tingquan.

Bai Tingquan's heart beat wildly in an instant.

The man stood still in front of Bai Tingquan.

Bai Tingquan raised his head, his eyes were a little dazed, his hands were helplessly clenched into fists, his eyes were a little moist, and he mustered up the courage to ask, "Who are you?"

The visitor looked down at him proudly for a moment, then half squatted down, looked at him at the same level, and lightly parted his pale thin lips: "I am Wen Zhi."

The crowd was silent for only a moment, and then became noisy and chaotic again.

The old man seemed to have found the backbone, and he seemed to want to ask Wen Zhi for credit: "Mr. Canglang, this old man just arranged for the holy son of the Demon Sect to come to our Langjian Sect as an outer disciple..."

Lord Canglang Wenzhi.

The character is noble and pure, as gentle as pines and cypresses.

Bai Tingquan secretly hooked his lips, his eyes flashed.

However, he still had the dazed and innocent look, with his head slightly raised, and a white and graceful curve curved out of his neck.

He was like an innocent little animal who didn't know anything: "What do outer sect disciples...do?"

Wen Zhi looked at him silently, as if he had suddenly given up on something, with a firm and heavy voice, he looked at Bai Tingquan: "You don't have to be an outer disciple, but according to the agreement between the Demon Sect and my righteous way, I want you to abandon the dark and turn to the bright, Xiuxin asked, stay away from the evil of the Demon Sect, and ask you to pass it on for me personally, would you be willing?"

Bai Tingquan was slightly taken aback.

In the original book, it was me, the remnant of the Demon Sect, who made Wen Zhi a useless person, and I don't know if Wen Zhi would regret knowing that he would be ruined by his only personal disciple in the future...

The expressions of the people around became distorted and full of jealousy: "Don't be Canglang Lord, although he needs to be taken in and enlightened by the righteous way, he is at most an outer disciple, and it should never be you... The Demon Sect's vitality is seriously injured now. Nothing to be afraid of!"

People of the righteous way were crazily dissuading Wen Zhi, and the faces of people were like distorted whirlpools, and from time to time there were voices of disgust and disgust towards Bai Tingquan.

In the chaos, Bai Tingquan turned towards the figure standing upright, as if towards a flagpole standing upright.

Jiran kowtowed three heads.

"The disciple is willing."

He has no other choice.

Wen Zhi sent four disciples to follow Bai Tingquan day and night in turn, saying that they were following and helping, but Bai Tingquan understood clearly that they were actually guards.

It took two days and one night for Bai Tingquan to arrive at Lishan.

Langjianzong is located on the top of Lishan Mountain, like a fortress made of ice and snow, guarding the vast land behind Lishan Mountain.

Tianlu pulled the cart and flew high in the sky, then slowed down slowly, and finally landed on the mountain where Wenzhi lives—Tingxue Peak.

Bai Tingquan was led by two disciples to get out of the car. Just as his feet touched the solid ground, a small boy staggered towards him, his round cheeks were red, and he exhaled hot air from his mouth, panting: "Bai Tingquan, yes! Young Master Bai?"

Bai Tingquan had just arrived, and everything he saw was new, his eyes were full of curiosity, he looked around naively, and let out a few low-pitched exclamations from time to time, so he didn't hear the little Taoist boy's cry.

He was not big, but left a long string of footprints on the snow.

Xiao Daotong cleared his throat: "Young Master Bai!"

Xiao Daotong's voice scared away the rabbit hiding behind the stone.

Only then did Bai Tingquan come back to his senses, his clear and moist eyes blinked and turned into crescent moons: "You are calling me?"

Xiao Daotong was almost taken away by this brief smile, he settled his mind, led Bai Tingquan to a small house, and said as he walked: "Master Bai, Lord Canglang has never accepted a disciple, let alone pass it on personally, Even the ordinary inner disciples under your seat have never had it, Lord Canglang really broke this rule for you."

As soon as Bai Tingquan moved, the two disciples behind him followed immediately. He had expected the brainwashing of Xiao Daotong, and walked behind Xiao Daotong while putting his left ear into his right ear and carelessly smoothing his hair.

It is also strange to say that he is obviously a book traveler, but these places give him a natural sense of belonging, as if he should belong here in the first place, it is really strange.

With a proud expression on his face, Xiao Daotong kept telling him to cherish this opportunity, and took the opportunity to brag about Lord Canglang, and they stopped in front of a small low thatched hut.

"Master Bai, this house will be your shelter for the time being. We put all the necessary daily necessities in it. If you need anything, you can ask me again," Xiao Daotong said, pointing to the door on the guide. Fang Xiang, "That's the yard where Lord Canglang lives. If there's nothing serious, it's best not to disturb Lord Canglang..."

"Okay, thank you." Bai Tingquan looked at the dilapidated low thatched house, twirled the thick layer of dust on the ground with his toes, and replied expressionlessly.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Daotong caught up with him, and said with unkind eyes: "Young master Bai, the Mozong doesn't want you anymore, but don't think that everything will be fine if you become the disciple of Lord Canglang."

His voice and tone were completely different from before.

Bai Tingquan frowned and looked at him.

Xiao Daotong stopped talking, and handed the key to him with a normal face, as if nothing happened.Bai Tingquan took the key and entered the house. Before Xiaodaotong left, he shouted to Bai Tingquan through the door: "Master Bai, I forgot to tell you just now, although Lord Canglang personally led you up the mountain, You still have to go through the assessment with the new batch of disciples, and if you pass the assessment, you will be regarded as officially worshiping Lord Canglang as your teacher, remember!"

Bai Tingquan stretched out his fingertips, rubbed lightly on the square table, brushed away the dust on his fingertips, and said casually: "Thank you, I will remember."

When he could no longer hear the movement outside the house, Bai Tingquan looked around at the so-called empty walls and ground where "the necessities of life were placed", and then hummed softly.

That brat is no good.

He also knew.

Wen Zhi wanted to lead him to Tingxue Peak.

On the surface, he was accepted as a personal disciple under his seat, but in fact, he was detained by his side and sent to monitor him.

It is detention.

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