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

Bai Tingquan was injured, and Wen Zhi was also busy these days, so the kendo class did not continue, but Sui Lan obeyed Wen Zhi's order and sent him many formation books.

Compared with practicing kendo, he was really interested in formations and talismans, so for five or six days in a row, Bai Tingquan honestly studied formations while recuperating in his room.

Bai Bai and Hong Yu are both very good. When the sun is shining, a dog and a bird will lie under the sun and bask in the sun. When the sun is not, Bai Bai will snuggle up beside Bai Tingquan, while Hong Yu will lie on Bai Bai's belly sleep.

One day, Bai Tingquan wanted to go for a walk in the yard after finishing the spell practice, but before he could go out, he bumped into Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when Bai Tingquan suddenly pulled the door open. The master and apprentice looked at each other. In the blink of an eye, Bai Tingquan looked away first, as if a little uncomfortable, and shouted: "Master."

Wen Zhi looked down at him: "Is your body better?"

Bai Tingquan's eyes dodged: "It's all done."

Wen Zhi looked at Bai Tingquan intently. He found that Bai Tingquan was afraid to look at him. He was a little puzzled, but he asked calmly, "The wound on the back has also healed?"

"It's all good."

Wen Zhi pretended to take a step, but he didn't turn around at all. He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Tingquan, what happened to that pet that was running around in the yard?"

Bai Tingquan's heart trembled violently, and his first reaction was that Bai Bai came out and ran around. He raised his head instantly, wanting to catch Bai Bai back, but when he raised his eyes, he happened to see Wen Zhi's slightly curved eyes, with sporadic smiles in them, faintly look at him.

Bai Tingquan: "..."

And in the yard, there is no such thing as running around in vain.

Bai Tingquan instantly understood that Wen Zhi was playing tricks on him.

But at this moment, his eyes and Wen Zhi's eyes intersected and merged, and it was inseparable for a short time.

Bai Tingquan struggled to tear his sight out, his brain was overloaded, and he stammered to come up with some reasons: "Master... I, I thought it was the bird I raised that escaped, ha... ha."

The corners of Wen Zhi's mouth curled up again, he accidentally touched the panic hidden in Bai Tingquan's amber pupils, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

He said softly: "It's okay, I have no intention of interfering, just be careful not to let them get lost, Ting Quan, remember as a teacher, you don't have any weapons at hand yet."

Bai Tingquan secretly flattened his lips: "Yes, Master."

Wen Zhi didn't say anything else, he just turned around and signaled Bai Tingquan to follow: "Follow me."

On the top of Lishan Mountain, covered with snow and ice, there is a Jiange at a high place that even Tingxue Peak has never reached.

Jiange is a place where spiritual treasures gather on Lishan Mountain since the beginning of the world. The spiritual power here is rich and rich, and many spiritual weapons were born from it. Jianzong took in and managed it.

Before arriving at the Jiange, there is an extremely long staircase, which can only be climbed up by people without relying on any external force.

Wen Zhi stood in front, with worry in his eyes: "Tingquan, has your injury really healed?"

At this point, Bai Tingquan understood the meaning of Wenzhi.

It is to bring him to the Jiange to find the spiritual weapon of life.

It was described in the original book of the Jiange that the [-] steps in front of the pavilion are a test, if you can't even walk up the [-] steps, you will lose the qualification to enter the Jiange.

Bai Tingquan naturally refused to admit defeat, he nodded: "Master, don't worry, the disciple will definitely be able to walk up these nine hundred steps."

Wen Zhi hid the worry in his eyes, and what he showed more was a touch of approval.

The first level 3 was fairly easy, and Bai Tingquan didn't have to exert much effort, but the higher he went, the greater the resistance, and his body, which was bedridden, also seemed to be struggling when it reached level [-].

Wen Zhi was always by Bai Tingquan's side, he asked softly, "Tingquan, do you want to take a rest?"

Bai Tingquan raised his head, looked at the long stairs that had extended into the clouds, and gritted his teeth: "Master, I can still persevere."

Bai Tingquan no longer remembers how long he walked that day. Even if he is at the second stage of Yinling, his real physical fitness is limited than that of ordinary mortals. For him, these nine hundred steps are really difficult. Some strenuous.

Bai Tingquan didn't know where he got his strength, probably because he didn't want to lose face in front of Wen Zhi, and wanted to prove himself in front of Wen Zhi, so he gritted his teeth and climbed up level by level.

Level [-] is nothing more than that.

The smell of blood gradually rose in his throat, his eyes became blurry, black and white at times, his legs only knew how to move forward mechanically, until finally, he stepped up the 9 steps dizzily.

Wen Zhi always followed closely behind him, his thin lips tightly pursed.

It seemed that he was worried that Bai Tingquan would accidentally fall down the steps.

Finally, seeing the sun after clearing the clouds, Bai Tingquan regained his composure and looked down through the thick clouds.

The clouds were deep and the snow was heavy, and he actually walked up the [-] steps, and in front of him was the legendary Jiange.

The Jiange was not as normal as he expected, knives, swords, halberds, etc. lay chaotically on the ground, and some even inserted into the ground upside down, more like an ancient battlefield full of evil spirits left over from the ancient times.

The so-called Jiange does not even have a room that can shelter from the wind and the sun, but it seems that this is the way to allow the aura to fully contact the various spiritual weapons and magic weapons, and give birth to tool spirits or new spiritual treasures.

Wen Zhi looked at him sideways: "Listen to the spring, relax, and move forward. If there is a destiny, the spiritual weapon that belongs to you will guide you to find it."

Bai Tingquan licked his chapped lips and nodded slightly.

As Wen Zhi said, he relaxed his body and mind, trying to feel the insignificant spiritual guidance in the snow and wind.

Wen Zhi has been quietly following behind Bai Tingquan.

Halfway through, Bai Tingquan didn't catch the spiritual guidance, and Bai Tingquan slowed down, as if hesitating.

Wen Zhi's voice was a bit harsh: "Tingquan, keep going."

Bai Tingquan's slight hesitation disappeared, he pursed his lips, and continued walking.

Suddenly, accompanied by the biting cold wind, a violently fluctuating spiritual current came towards us.

Bai Tingquan frowned slightly, and walked forward following the guidance.

The fluctuation of that spiritual flow became more and more intense. Bai Tingquan walked to the center of the fluctuation of spiritual power, but saw a blood-red sword.

Wen Zhi frowned slightly: "Tingquan, hold the sword."

Bai Tingquan stretched out his hand, and the sword seemed to be waiting for Bai Tingquan. The moment Bai Tingquan pulled out the long sword, the blood-red light shot straight into the sky, and the color seemed to be stained with blood.

Bai Tingquan's heart turned cold.

Generally speaking, in novels, the natal treasure is in such a mode, usually it is not a good thing, or the person holding the sword has no good end.

Either the master was backlashed by the sword and became obsessed, or the master used the sword to do bad things.

Wen Zhi looked up at the smear of red in the sky, and said lightly: "Zhan Yunjian... Tingquan, since it has chosen you, and fortune and fortune depend on each other, this may not be a good thing, take him well."

The blood-red sword body and Bai Tingquan's bright red clothes seem to blend together, but there is no doubt that the red color is incompatible with the snowy sky and the pale silver sky and sword pavilion.

Bai Tingquan didn't move this time, he asked softly: "Master, Zhan Yunjian... what kind of sword is it, and why do you say that fortune and misfortune depend on each other?"

When Wen Zhi looked at him with gentle eyes, he turned his head to look at the long step hidden in the clouds, and his voice sounded a little far away: "Zhan Yun can cut everything, including itself, tangible and intangible, Tingquan, if you stab this sword at me, the connection and relationship between you and me will be severed."

Bai Tingquan frowned: "Master, this disciple has absolutely no intention of doing this."

Wen Zhi smiled lightly: "Don't be nervous, it's just an example. In the realm of comprehension, it is an extremely ominous omen if you lose your luck and come to the world."

Bai Tingquan: "..." That's not bad.

He made a gesture to insert the chopping luck back.

Wen Zhi smiled lightly and stopped him: "Tingquan, don't mess around, besides, Zhan Yun has already come into the world, how can you just plug it back in and solve it."

After finishing speaking, he restrained his smile, his eyes were a little strange and sad, but the emotion was fleeting: "Fortune and fortune depend on each other, if luck comes to the world and cuts off this rotten cultivation world, wouldn't it be a good thing... ..."

Bai Tingquan didn't understand what Wen Zhi said, but he remembered that on the way back to Ting Xuefeng, there was an uneasy silence between the two of them.

Bai Tingquan didn't expect that the news of Zhan Yun's birth had been reported back to Langjian Sect, but fortunately no one knew who caused Zhan Yun's birth.Otherwise, the saliva of these disciples alone could drown him.

Wen Zhi repeatedly told Bai Tingquan to keep the luck away and not to expose it to others.

Bai Tingquan also had this intention, but after parting with Wen Zhi, Bai Tingquan felt a little uneasy, and neither Hongyu's chirping bird nor Bai Bai, who was only cute and coquettish, could alleviate this uneasiness.He had to go down the mountain to find Wei Xun.

It's just that all the disciples are discussing the fact that Zhan Yun came to the world today.

Even if Bai Tingquan wanted to plug his ears, those voices still inevitably entered his mind.

Those disciples had many guesses, but none of them was close to the truth, so Bai Tingquan didn't care.

There is a shortcut from Tingxue Peak to Yangluan Peak, which he discovered only recently. He turned into this remote path, because his footsteps were light and slow, and no one noticed him, so, suddenly, some words, Even though Bai Tingquan didn't want to hear it, it still spread to his ears.

"Have you heard about Zhan Yun's birth?"

"That's natural. This cutting luck was sent by Lord Canglang."

Bai Tingquan frowned, disappeared, and hid behind the two of them.

"You can't talk nonsense, do you have evidence?"

"How could it not be, I saw Lord Canglang bring the remnants of the demon sect up the stairs of the Jiange with my own eyes!"

"It's...it's so..."

"I don't know what ecstasy soup Canglang Lord was poured into by the remnants of the Demon Sect. He is so indistinguishable from right from wrong. Doesn't he feel ashamed? He is worthy of the entire cultivation world, is he worthy of us... Thanks to him, he is still..."

The disciple hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt a tightness in his throat. The next moment, he seemed to have lost control as his own hands grabbed his neck!

The disciple next to him was startled. He tried to break the disciple's hand, but it was of no avail. He was so frightened that his voice trembled: "Who, who is playing tricks here!"

Bai Tingquan appeared coldly, his sudden appearance startled the two disciples.

Bai Tingquan slightly raised his hand and removed his mind control.

The accused disciple recognized Bai Tingquan, his face flushed, his eyes protruded, and his eyes widened as if he was about to question——

But in the next moment, a strange purple light suddenly lit up in Bai Tingquan's pupils.

Suddenly, the two disciples who were originally on the same front were stunned for a moment, and after looking at each other stiffly, they turned against each other and fought each other, blood was seen.

The corners of Bai Tingquan's lips curled up slightly, and he said coldly, "Mr. Canglang, why should he be sorry for you, just relying on your ability to gossip behind your back?"

The author has something to say:

Hey, isn't this usually the protagonist's standard equipment?