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

Wen Zhi's decisiveness and cheerfulness really surprised both Xiang Yuhuai and Li Wenqing.

Li Wenqing looked at Bai Tingquan gloatingly, the sarcasm in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Xiang Yuhuai's anger dissipated a bit, his eyes seemed to look at a child who had been abandoned and was not loved by his biological parents, and after a long time, he uttered a dissatisfied sentence: "Since Lord Canglang wants to replace the old man If you take over this matter, that old man will be disrespectful."

Bai Tingquan only felt that the scorching sun above the sky was even more dazzling than that day when he was interrogated on the Golden Deer Terrace, which was unbearable.

Bai Tingquan was escorted by four disciples into the Xingcrime Hall.

Before entering the Hall of Repentance, all weapons were not allowed to be brought in. When Zhan Yun was confiscated, Bai Tingquan's lips moved slightly.

He subconsciously looked at Wen Zhi, but Wen Zhi still had that cold and indifferent look, as if they just knew each other.

Bai Tingquan looked away in disappointment.

The Hall of Repentance was built in a cave. This cave was not formed naturally, but was hollowed out artificially. It was full of killing arrays, trapping arrays, and traps that could smash people into pieces in an instant.The purpose is to prevent the prisoners inside from escaping.

But if there were only formations and traps, Xingzuitang would not be so famous.

A brand new illusion will emerge in the Hall of Repentance every hour. The illusion grows from the evil and desire in the heart of the prisoner, tempting people to perish, tempting people to ecstasy, and tempting people to be willing to be in the illusion. in a deep sleep.

Then sleep forever until death.

If someone can get away with cracking the first few rounds of illusions, but what about one day later, ten days later, or one month later?Long-term sleeplessness and high tension will fundamentally break a person's spirit. Therefore, since the Xinggui Hall was built in the Langjian Sect, the prisoners who have seriously affected the order of the sect are usually criminals. There is no return.

The trap will change every six hours, and the four disciples stepped on the line to send Bai Tingquan in according to the gap exposed by the evolution of the formation at this moment.

Before leaving, he looked at him with pity.

Fortunately, the room was fairly tidy, the walls had been treated carefully, smooth, and painted with a clean white paint, as if to prevent the detainees from committing suicide.

There was only a hard board bed in the room, Bai Tingquan closed his eyes, straightened his clothes, and curled up on the only pile of soft and dry straw in the corner.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't sad, but Wen Zhi's indifferent and reproachful eyes reminded him all the time that he was an unpopular child and that he got into trouble.

No one wants him anymore.

Bai Tingquan buried his face between his knees, quietly waiting for the illusion to come.

He felt a little pantothenic, and also a little sad.

Wen Zhi was really angry when he sent him to the punishment hall.

But he obviously... just secretly taught some gossip disciples...

The period of waiting for the illusion seemed extraordinarily long, until Bai Tingquan was slightly troubled, but suddenly, it seemed as if there was a slender and sharp thread. Throat.

Bai Tingquan woke up suddenly, his heart was beating violently. After a long time, the sharp pain gradually dissipated. Bai Tingquan took a breath before returning to normal breathing, and slowly raised his head...

In front of you is a magnificent room.There are also graffiti left by him in the corner.

Bai Tingquan recognized that this was the house left to him by his parents before they passed away, and this house accompanied him through his elementary and middle school years.

Bai Tingquan closed his eyes, pressed his eyebrows, and hid the tiredness in his eyes. At this moment, he knew that the illusion had already begun.

Bai Tingquan opened his eyes again, and found that his body had become shorter, and his hands had also become much smaller. He roughly estimated that he was probably not as tall as the water purifier beside him, probably when he was in elementary school.

Suddenly he heard a gentle female voice calling his name, and gently took his hand.

It's mom!

Bai Tingquan turned his head abruptly, but the moment he turned his head, the blood all over his body turned cold.

The woman standing behind him was gentle and soft, leaning over to look at him, her hands were warm and dry, but——

This woman has no face.

Bai Tingquan's mood calmed down, he looked at this woman indifferently, and didn't move at all.

The woman's voice was a little confused: "Tingquan, what's the matter, why can you tell mom why you are in a bad mood?"

Bai Tingquan was indifferent and cold.

In the next moment, like the sound of jade and porcelain colliding and shattering, the entire illusion began to appear cracks like spider webs, and debris and shards continued to fall.

Suddenly, everything shattered, and the surroundings became pure white again, and the illusion was broken.

Bai Tingquan's vision returned to normal, he silently withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and hid the sadness in his heart.

His parents died very early, and in his memory, the appearance of his parents has long been blurred, so it is so absurd and outrageous that it is transmitted from the illusion.

Ask Bai Tingquan to see through it at a glance.

Bai Tingquan lowered his head and continued to walk towards the straw pile in the corner. This illusion told him to decipher. Before the next illusion came, there was still more than half an hour of rest.

But next...

The horror of Xingzuo Hall is reflected here. The illusion becomes more and more real, making it more and more indistinguishable. The speed of Bai Tingquan's cracking is also getting slower and slower, often just after cracking an illusion. After taking a few breaths, he fell into another illusion again, overwhelmed.

The more this is the case, the slower Bai Tingquan's speed of cracking the illusion, the slower the speed, the more Bai Tingquan can't rest, but the more he can't rest, Bai Tingquan's spirit is getting tighter and closer to collapse... vicious circle.

Bai Tingquan didn't know how long it had passed. In Xingzuo Hall, there was no concept of time, and there was no time for the brain to rest. Even Bai Tingquan, who was mentally strong enough, felt irremediable exhaustion at this moment.

Suddenly, Bai Tingquan heard footsteps coming from ahead.

Did this illusion come so fast...

Bai Tingquan raised his eyelids lazily, but froze for a moment.

This is not an illusion.

I saw only one person, wearing a pure white cloak, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, without a trace of skin exposed, even the eyes were covered by a silver and gold mask, leaving only two black holes.

Bai Tingquan stood up vigilantly, and said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

He had a bad premonition in his heart.

In the original book, the original owner was instigated by a mysterious person, and finally went astray, drifted away from the protagonist, and wanted to kill Wen Zhi.

Bai Tingquan was very suspicious at this time, the mysterious person in the original book was the person in front of him.

The voice of the mysterious man was indescribably strange, indistinguishable between male and female, and wrapped in a kind of hoarseness.Seeing him standing up, the mysterious man immediately floated towards him, his voice was a little turbulent: "Bai Tingquan?"

"it's me."

"Bai Tingquan, why did you get in here?"

Bai Tingquan's eyes were like knives, he kept his body and mind tense, and responded lightly: "I made a mistake, and I will naturally be punished. Who are you? How did you get in? Aren't you afraid of the traps and formations outside?"

"Your master locked you in?"

Bai Tingquan frowned: "What does it have to do with you?"

The mysterious man let out a strange laugh: "Bai Tingquan, if you believe me, I can send you out of here right now, away from this dilapidated Langjian sect. You see, your master has obviously given up on you I don't want you anymore."

Bai Tingquan looked at him sideways, with sharp eyes: "If you don't tell me who you are, how can you make me believe you?"

The mysterious man moved closer to him, and this action caused Bai Tingquan to take a half step back uncomfortably.

Mysteriously humane: "You don't know me, but I've been paying attention to you all the time, Bai Tingquan, don't you feel chilled, you're clearly trying to stop the injustice, but he doesn't appreciate it at all and locks you in here, Bai Tingquan, are you willing..."

Bai Tingquan's voice turned cold: "Who are you?"

The mysterious man shook his head lightly: "It doesn't matter who I am, I have always cared about you, Wen Zhi is a hypocrite with a good face, they tricked you into Lang Jianzong, they are righteous people, why would they Are you impressed?"

Bai Tingquan raised his head and looked at him indifferently: "It is reasonable for the Mozong to shout and beat everyone in the righteous way."

"But in the Demon Sect, you have outstanding talent, but you have to be treated like this here. The luck of the cultivation world is no longer tilted to your side. Are you really willing?"

Bai Tingquan lowered his eyes and remained silent, as if a little shaken.

The mysterious man said with satisfaction: "Besides, that's Wen Zhi, the leader of the righteous way. Do you really think he voluntarily became your master? He is a smart man, how can he be so kind? Sooner or later, you will become a stepping stone for him to pursue fame." .”

"Justice kills relatives, upholds justice, he kills you with his own hands, and gains both fame and fortune, what a simple thing."

A rare hatred accumulated in Bai Tingquan's eyes: "I am a dignified son of the Demon Sect, how can I..."

"So, Bai Tingquan, I'm here today purely to help you, otherwise, why should I venture into this place?"

Frailty appeared in Bai Tingquan's eyes, and his voice became hoarse: "Then what should I do?"

The mysterious man approached Bai Tingquan mysteriously, and said in a low voice: "Bai Tingquan, it's actually very simple, just kill Wen Zhi, it's fine..."

The mysterious man's words stopped abruptly, and in the next moment, he flew away, a corner of his silver-white robe was cut off by a sharp hairpin, and he stood still five steps away from Bai Tingquan, still calm and calm. Appearance: "Tsk, you are really a disaster star."

The corner of Bai Tingquan's mouth curled into a smile: "So what if I'm a disaster star, if I can kill you today, it will be regarded as a solution to the hatred in my heart."

He had already made up his mind that he would not be led by the outrageous plot of the original book, let alone do anything that would hurt Wen Zhi in the slightest. He was still clear-headed, so how could he have listened to the sobering words of a mysterious person whose identity was unknown?

He just wanted to see what purpose this person had.

The mysterious man laughed suddenly, as if he had heard some big joke. He laughed enough, and immediately restrained his emotions, changing too quickly, as if nothing had happened.

"Bai Tingquan, there is no way to hell, you go on your own, you have to think about what you did just now, if you regret it in the future, there is no chance, I advise you to do it yourself."

The voice was faintly hidden in the thicker and heavier fog, and the mysterious man disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Bai Tingquan kept his head clear and still didn't relax his vigilance. He looked around and felt that the aura of the mysterious person had disappeared, but he saw another person, dressed in white Shengxue, standing opposite him with a serious face.

Bai Tingquan turned his head, clenched the wooden hairpin in his hand, his voice trembled slightly: "Master?"

Seeing him like this, Wen Zhi frowned, "Hold back, Bai Tingquan, when did I teach you to be indecisive?"

He didn't notice Bai Tingquan's small movements at all.

Bai Tingquan's eyes were a little red, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pressed together in grievance. He kept silent and put away the wooden hairpin, and carefully wrapped it with cloth.

He knew that this was just an illusion.

This wooden hairpin was given to him by Wen Zhi himself, and he kept it close to his body, but "Wen Zhi" didn't recognize it.

Wen Zhi beat him to the punishment hall with his own hands, how could he come to see him?It would be best for him to die here.

Wen Zhi should be tired of him making troubles again and again.

Their master-student relationship probably ended here.

He also made a plan, if he could get out of here alive, he would leave Langjian Sect and no longer have anything to do with Wen Zhi.

But at this moment, he still had fantasies, hoping that Wen Zhi could come to see him and listen to his grievances.

This illusion is really cunning.

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Chapter 23 An Xin He embraced the sleeping Bai Tingquan with his other hand, quietly raised his index finger with the other hand, put it on his lips, and made a silent movement.

The illusion in front of him ended when Bai Tingquan pierced the wooden hairpin into "Wen Zhi"'s chest and broke.

The wooden hairpin was stained with blood, showing an ugly color.

After the illusion was broken, the wooden hairpin returned to its original shape.

Bai Tingquan finally got a respite. In the Xingzuo Hall, Bai Tingquan had no concept of time and could not feel the flow of time. His spirit tended to collapse, but he had a strange feeling.

It was as if my spirit had become purer and stronger than before under heavy torture.Putting it to death and then rebirth is like Nirvana.

You can't rest here, you can't sleep, even in the free time after breaking the illusion, as long as you feel a little sleepy, the pain like being entangled by sharp filaments will hit you without warning. Blood, but more cruel torture.

Bai Tingquan couldn't tell whether this was an illusion caused by his exhaustion. In addition, he also felt signs of loosening his bottleneck.

Bai Tingquan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth from breaking through the illusion just now, he was a little tired, leaning against the corner of the wall to barely stand, panting heavily.

Pain and tiredness, as well as the chaos of upside-down day and night, were about to overwhelm him...

He was sleep-deprived and listless, his eyes were bloodshot, but even so, that delicate face only added an endearing fragility.

Slowly, a pure white figure suddenly squeezed into his half-closed vision, and the surrounding walls became blindingly white, the narrow wooden door was gently pushed open, and Wen Zhi stood quietly in front of him, Call softly: "Listen to the spring."

Bai Tingquan patted his cheek, barely cheering himself up, holding the wooden hairpin tightly in his hand.

"Is it you again... You came so fast."

The hallucination changes in Xingzuo Hall are really too old-fashioned, have they run out of tricks?

Hearing Bai Tingquan's words, Wen Zhi frowned slightly.

This illusion was so real, even Wen Zhi's breathing was so real that it was difficult for Bai Tingquan to find any loopholes, so he could only straighten his back and watch silently, his eyes full of murderous intent and vigilance.

Wen Zhi stood on the other side, also looking at him silently.

The temperature in the air was gradually dropping, Bai Tingquan's fingers gradually became stiff, and his lips moved slightly: "Who are you?"

Wen Zhi looked at him indifferently: "I am Wen Zhi."

Bai Tingquan sneered, and exhausted all his strength to drive the wooden hairpin to stab Wen Zhi, vowing to break the illusion and gain a precious respite.

Unexpectedly, the attack was easily neutralized by Wen Zhi calmly raising his hand.

Bai Tingquan barely stood up straight, gasping for breath with difficulty, his eyes gradually showed a bit of reluctance to admit defeat.

At the end of the day, Bai Tingquan was completely out of control, and the more so, his attack was completely suppressed by Wen Zhi, unable to exert any effect.

With the final blow, the wooden hairpin fell to the ground, and Bai Tingquan's hands were restrained by Wenzhi. Bai Tingquan was exhausted and could no longer move.

Wen Zhi's voice behind him was still so faint and light: "Tingquan, Lengmu hairpin is for hair, not stained with blood."

At this moment, thousands of sorrows sounded like a thousand hectares of pine waves, echoing in Bai Tingquan's heart and mind.

This is not an illusion.

Tears welled up in his eyes, soaking dry eyeballs, and the pain was unbearable, but Bai Tingquan reluctantly turned his head, wanting to call Master.

But this is the Hall of Repentance after all, so don't take it lightly, a voice in your heart warned him again: "Bai Tingquan, be careful that this person is that mysterious person in disguise!"

In an instant, Bai Tingquan generated a force out of nowhere and escaped from Wenzhi's confinement. He grabbed the wooden hairpin with lightning speed and placed it on his neck: "Don't come here!"

Wen Zhi's footsteps were instantly nailed to the spot, his thin lips were tightly pursed, he seemed a little nervous, and said softly: "Tingquan, put down the wooden hairpin."

Bai Tingquan felt that his eyes were sore and unbearable, and there seemed to be a nail in his mind that was tormenting him all the time. His tears flowed out uncontrollably: "Who the hell are you!"

Wen Zhi felt that he would never forget this scene.

Bai Tingquan is like a small animal that has been forgotten by its owner. Having lost his love and love, he is trying his best to maintain his last dignity. His beautiful fur is dirty, and his moist eyes are no longer shining.

And Bai Tingquan huddled in that corner, his eyes full of doubt and distrust.

Wen Zhi tried his best to calm down his voice: "Tingquan, the hallucination and transformation of formations in Xingzuo Hall have been closed. I am Wen Zhi, and you are my only disciple."

Bai Tingquan was slightly taken aback.

Wen Zhi was slowly approaching him quietly, with a gentle and mellow voice: "Tingquan, it's been three days outside, I'm worried that something will happen to you, so I came here to have a look..."

Bai Tingquan's brain stopped thinking.

Shouldn't Wen Zhi already hate him by this time, why would he still be worried about him?

Bai Tingquan didn't think about it, but suddenly felt a big dry and warm hand patting his back.

One by one, from top to bottom, moving slowly, as if brushing the fur of a small animal.

Bai Tingquan's body felt warm, his stiff body gradually softened, and his hard bones seemed to soften.

Tears fell again.

Bai Tingquan hoarsely said: "Master?"

"Don't you want me?"

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes and took the wooden hairpin away from Bai Tingquan's hand. Bai Tingquan didn't resist, but he still stood there without any movement.

Wen Zhi was half a head taller than Bai Tingquan, he leaned over slightly, carefully wiped away his tears for Bai Tingquan, and asked at the same time: "Tingquan, it's cold here, are you still used to everything?"

Tears wiped more and more, and the more they wiped, the more turbulent, Bai Tingquan's voice continued intermittently: "I'm not used to it."

Wen Zhi sighed inaudibly: "Tingquan, don't blame me, if I protect you, you will be safe and sound, but there will only be more and more criticisms about you in the future, and I also know that the two men My disciples are talking about me in secret, but Tingquan, there are rules in the sect, no matter what reason you have, it is your fault first, Tingquan, do you know your mistake?"

Bai Tingquan didn't seem to hear anything, he pursed his lips tightly, and murmured: "Master, it's cold here, there's nothing, the bed is too hard to sleep, the disciple can't sleep, and there are always hallucinations, if the disciple If you can't think about it and indulge in illusions, you will never see your disciples again."

"Master, if you don't want me anymore, the disciple will leave by himself, and you don't need to take such painstaking efforts."

Bai Tingquan was so aggrieved that tears fell patter, and as if trying to be brave, he wiped away the tears with his hands, not letting Wenzhi see.

Wen Zhi suddenly pulled Bai Tingquan into his arms, and hugged him lightly, like coaxing a child, although his movements were a bit clumsy, it was enough to see that he was cautious.

His heart was sore and numb.

"Tingquan, I'm sorry, I'm late as a teacher."

Why couldn't he think about it at that time, he insisted on sending his delicate little apprentice to such a place.

Why, didn't come to pick him up a day earlier.

After Li Wenqing finished his day's schoolwork, he routinely went to Xiang Yuhuai to report on the day's study.

It happened that Xiang Yu Huai was looking through the crimes, which recorded the people who had been sent to the punishment hall over the years.

After Li Wenqing saw it, he asked softly: "Master, I want to go to Xingzuo Hall to see Bai Tingquan."

Xiang Yuhuai didn't raise his head: "What is he going to do?"

Li Wenqing pursed his lips, and then said: "The disciple wants to confirm, does Bai Tingquan have..."

Xiang Yuhuai interrupted him: "He won't die, so you might as well focus on your practice."

Seeing that Li Wenqing didn't understand, Xiang Yuhuai sneered, "Do you think Wen Zhi really wants to punish him?"

Li Wenqing was puzzled.

"Didn't you say that Bai Tingquan has reached a bottleneck period? The Xingzui Hall lacks everything, but no lack of spiritual power. Bai Tingquan's natural spiritual power is amazingly strong. That little illusion will not trouble him, but will only help him practice. Wait. Look, when Bai Tingquan comes out, his strength will definitely increase a lot. I want his life, Wen Zhi always protects the chicks, and sending Bai Tingquan to that kind of place can 'give me justice' and block me. He can't even say a word, but he can help him cultivate, why not do it?"

Li Wenqing was a little bit impatient: "Master, Lord Canglang, did he just cover up Bai Tingquan's evil deeds..."

Xiang Yuhuai's voice suddenly became cold: "Your two senior brothers are just superficial wounds. Using this matter to make use of it and kill Bai Tingquan is wishful thinking, so we can only make another plan!"

Li Wenqing nodded and remained silent.

Xiang Yu Huai waved his hand, signaling him to back down.

Li Wenqing swallowed what he wanted to say, nodded in salute, and went back.

Sang Wu was waiting outside the Xingzuo Hall. He had just passed by here to discuss business with Wen Zhi, but he suddenly heard Wen Zhi say that he would go in to pick up Bai Tingquan.

It's all right to pick up Bai Tingquan, but after going in for so long and not coming out, he was a little worried, so he sent Xiaodaotong to go in and have a look.

The formations and illusions inside were closed, and Xiao Daotong would not be in any danger if he went in, so he was relieved.

The little Taoist boy took his order and entered the sin-repenting hall.

Once he went in, he found Bai Tingquan's room easily.

But when he saw the scene inside, he lost his voice in surprise.

I saw Lord Canglang, who was like a god, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his white clothes seemed to blend in with the white wall.

And that Bai Tingquan looked sluggish, there was blood on his lips and the skirt of his clothes, but at the moment he was curled up into a ball, embraced by Wen Zhi, with his head resting on Wen Zhi's lap, sound asleep.

When Xiaodaotong arrived, he only saw Lord Canglang, the cold and indifferent Lord Canglang in front of him, with his head down, tenderness in his eyes, and gently brushed away the obstructive forehead hair for Bai Tingquan.

Xiao Daotong let out a short "ah...".

The sound of footsteps and short calls finally caught Wen Zhi's attention.

Wen Zhi raised his eyes, the tenderness in his eyes immediately turned into a chilling warning and vigilance, but he relaxed a little after seeing Xiaodaotong.

Afterwards, he put his other hand around Bai Tingquan, quietly raised his index finger with the other hand, put it on his lips, and made a silent movement.

Chapter 24 The Sign of Mo Lang "Splitting into groups cured my years of low blood pressure." Bai Tingquan said excitedly, patting his wheelchair.

"Master has been introspecting for three days in the Xinggui Hall. He admitted his mistake and reformed himself. Lord Canglang went to pick him up in person. It's all right, little ancestor, can you have something to eat?"

With his wings, Hong Yu pushed the rice bowl towards the listless Bai Bai with difficulty, and said anxiously: "It's useless if you don't eat or drink, the master asked me to take care of you, what, you want me to lose the master Trust, and then you become the master's only big baby?"

Bai Bai ignored Hong Yu at all, the whole dog lay on the ground with its ears drooping, without even looking at him.

Hong Yu was so angry that she didn't want to care about it anymore, she landed on a high place and combed her feathers with her small beak.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, Hong Yu cheered up immediately, and saw Bai Tingquan with a tired expression at a glance.

He immediately spread his wings and flew away, crying, "Master—"

His movements were not as fast as Bai Bai's. After all, Bai Bai had four legs, and he sprinted in front of Bai Tingquan in an instant, jumping excitedly, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Bai Tingquan leaned over, looked at the excited Bai Bai, his lips curled slightly: "You lost weight, didn't you eat well?"

Hong Yu flew over at this time and chirped: "Master, master, this stupid dog is not obedient at all. I feed it every day, but it doesn't eat."

Suddenly, after he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the dry blood on the corner of Bai Tingquan's mouth and the skirt of his clothes, and was taken aback: "Master, are you injured?"

Bai Tingquan stroked his white hair lightly, and felt relieved when he saw it started to eat. Then he looked at Hong Yu and shook his head gently: "Hong Yu, I'm so tired."

Hong Yu immediately became nervous, he was so busy that he turned around, his eyes were wet, he turned around, made the bed for Bai Tingquan and lit the lamp, as soon as he turned on, many of the feathers on his wings fell out exhaustedly.

Bai Tingquan thanked Hong Yu, and lay down on the bed without even changing his clothes.

He has a lot on his mind.

The appearance of that mysterious man really sounded the alarm for him.

After living a comfortable life for so long, he almost forgot that his existence was a deadly threat to Wen Zhi.

But leaving Langjianzong at this time is definitely not the best choice.

And who is that mysterious man?

Who is the person who wants to kill Wenzhi?

That mysterious man tried his best to provoke, why?

In the original book, this place is also a big hole that cannot be filled at all, and the mysterious person disappeared without a trace with the death of the original owner in the original book, and the truth is unknown.

Bai Tingquan frowned slightly. Judging from the current situation, the mysterious person is most likely to be someone from the court of Xuan Ye, but—how could the people from the court of Xuan Ye get the ability to enter the Langjian sect and wake up in the heavy ground without a sound? Hall of sin?

However, Wen Zhi is high-spirited, who would be an enemy of Wen Zhi?

It's all tangled up and it's a mess.

But there is only one thing he is almost sure of, that is, no matter what, he will not do anything to hurt Wen Zhi.

Bai Tingquan's thoughts gradually sank, and his mental consciousness suddenly relaxed from the highly tense environment, and entered a stable and peaceful state, exhaustion and sleepiness would soon hit.

Bai Tingquan had no intention of resisting drowsiness, so he let his thoughts drift away and gradually fell asleep.

But what he didn't know was that he slept for three whole days.

Langjianzong holds a large-scale disciple trial meeting in the middle of every year. The theme and content of the trial are different every year.Sang Wu named this trial meeting the Battle of Molang, mainly to punish those little monsters who sneaked across Lishan Mountain and came to the plains to harm civilians and disrupt order.

The Trial Conference couldn't be more normal, and these little monsters are not in the mood, it's just that there are so many monsters this year, it's a little tricky.If it is placed in modern times, it is equivalent to a difficult experimental class for students.The trials can just test the strength of the disciples, and allow them to have a full understanding of what they have learned recently.And this time, the Black Lang Jade, the winning team will also be rewarded with the Black Lang Jade, and the disciples who get the Black Lang Jade will have the same level of authority as the elders, and can freely enter the Library Pavilion and so on.

The term is one year.

Bai Tingquan fell asleep for three days and just missed the notice.Therefore, he didn't know which group he was assigned to... and he didn't know what would happen to him.

The sun slanted to the west, and the golden sunset coated the thick snow all over the mountain with a beautiful layer of gold.

Bai Tingquan struggled with a headache and woke up leisurely. When he opened his eyes, he saw the slightly shaking roof.

He blinked blankly and stared intently for a while before he felt his mind was stable and the surroundings were peaceful.

But—a low voice suddenly came from beside him: "Tingquan."

Bai Tingquan was taken aback, and almost jumped up from the bed in an instant, but his movements were a little too big, and his sore limbs were pulled, he gasped, and sat down obediently.

The corners of Wen Zhi's mouth raised slightly, and there was a faint smile in his eyes: "Tingquan, have you rested?"

Although Bai Tingquan had a headache at this time and his consciousness was a little drowsy, he only felt that his whole body was full of strength, except... he was a little hungry.

Bai Tingquan replied: "Master, this disciple has rested, but I feel that the spiritual power in my body is a bit weird..."

Wen Zhi's expression was slightly condensed, and he penetrated a ray of spiritual power into Bai Tingquan's body. After a long time, his expression relaxed: "Not bad."

Bai Tingquan was at a loss.

"Perhaps it's because you've slept in the past three days, and the spiritual power in the dantian has been refined by itself. Tingquan, you have reached the fourth level of Yinling, congratulations."

Wen Zhi's plain and simple words made Bai Tingquan unable to recover for a long time.

How long did he sleep for?three days? ? ?

Has he broken through the bottleneck?Still breaking through two steps in a row? ? ?

This kind of real shock and joy made Bai Tingquan dizzy. After a long time, he asked intermittently: "Master, disciple... have you slept for three days?"

There was some pity in Wen Zhi's eyes immediately, but it was quickly covered up. He nodded slightly and said, "During the three days you rested, Mr. Ming Geng issued a notice that Mo Lang's March will It will be held in seven days, are you prepared?"

The more Bai Tingquan listened, the more dizzy he became, and then he gradually realized that the Mo Lang's sign, in the original book, was another key plot that made his reputation even worse.

It was also at this time that the protagonist Gong in the original novel was seriously injured and was rescued by Wen Zhi. As a result, Wen Zhi became the protagonist Gong's savior, was respected by the protagonist Gong, and also added a strong impetus to the tragic death of the original owner in the future.

Bai Tingquan's heart gradually became cold.

Wen Zhi felt Bai Tingquan's emotions, he raised his head slightly, only to see his little apprentice pursed his lips at some point, his expression seemed a little panicked.

A little pitiful and painful.

Wen Zhi couldn't hold back, he gently touched Bai Tingquan's head with his palm, smoothed his hair, and asked softly, "What are you thinking?"

Bai Tingquan immediately returned to his senses, seeming a little uncomfortable: "It's nothing, Master, which group am I assigned to?"

He remembered that in the original book, he should be in a group with a group of cannon fodder.

Wen Zhi's expression became serious in an instant.

When Bai Tingquan saw this, his heart trembled again.

But Wen Zhi took out a piece of delicate gold-edged tissue paper, handed it to Bai Tingquan, and motioned him to read it for himself.

Bai Tingquan lowered his head. After seeing the four names on the paper, he felt that this paper cured his own low blood pressure for many years.

Four names were impressively written on the paper.

Bai Tingquan, Li Wenqing, Sang Mingzhu, Ye Wei.

Bai Tingquan's voice trembled: "Master, what... what does this mean?"

Wen Zhi's hand caressed his back, gradually relaxing his tense and stiff body, Wen Zhi's voice was mellow and powerful, and said softly: "Ting Quan, don't worry, the person whose name is first in the list is the team leader, As a teacher, I believe in your ability."

No no no no no, that's not it!He also believes in his own abilities, but that's not what he's worried about!

He can accept being in a group with Li Wenqing, but why is he also in a group with Sang Ming Zhuyewei?

Sang Mingzhu is the protagonist Gong in the original novel, and Ye Wei is the protagonist Shou in the original novel. During the beginning of the plot, these two people are still enemies.

And why did the four of them go into a group?

This is completely different from the original plot!

Wen Zhi seemed to have heard Bai Tingquan's silent questioning, the corners of his lips raised, and he let out a chuckle: "Tingquan, I also had doubts about this list as a teacher at first, so I went to ask Mr. Ming Geng, and the answer I got was..."

Bai Tingquan raised his head nervously and stared at Wen Zhi.

"Decide by lottery, coincidence."

Bai Tingquan: "..."

The four people in a group don't like each other, forming a strict closed loop, what kind of trial is there?Just let the four of them fight each other for trials.

Chapter 25 Sang Mingzhu and Ye Wei [Inverted V starts] You think it's bad luck, but I think it's outrageous.

The eve of the Black Lang Campaign.

The trial location each group was going to was finally finalized. All the disciples, dressed in moonlight, came to Yangluan Peak overnight to inquire and receive the ink Lang paper.

Ink Lang Jian is a jade card that can record the performance of the disciples during the trial, so that it is convenient for each team to evaluate the results and determine the winner after the Ink Lang Campaign is over.

Bai Tingquan saw Li Wenqing from a distance, he was surrounded by the crowd, and in addition to the darkness of the night, Li Wenqing did not see him.

But just by looking at the spiritual flow surging around Li Wenqing's body, it is not difficult to guess Li Wenqing's realm, at least he has reached the apocalypse stage.

The moment Li Wenqing saw the list, his face was extremely stinky, and he even patted the hand that touched the piece of paper in a rather unlucky manner.

Bai Tingquan only thought it was funny, but after laughing, he immediately restrained his smile, and his expression became a little indifferent.

The place where he went to the trial this time was in a small village at the northern foot of Lishan Mountain, called Xianle Village.

In the northwest of Lishan Mountain, there is a long and narrow valley, which is sandwiched between two high mountains.

This valley is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the Yaozu are daring and want to bypass Lishan Mountain.