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

Bai Tingquan was in severe pain all over his body. He could not wake up from a deep sleep, but felt that his brain activity was extremely active.

He saw a continuous scene like watching a movie.

He saw Wen Zhi breaking into the Demon Sect alone, vowing to hunt and kill the Demon King of the Thirteen Heavens. Wen Zhixu was a fledgling, although his appearance was the same as now, but his demeanor was completely different.

At that time, Wen Zhi was young, and his eyes were full of his strong desire to do something for the world and all sentient beings.

Bai Tingquan's head hurts, but he remembers that in the original book, this passage was told as a background story. At that time, Zhengdao and the Demon Sect were at odds, and the thirteen-day demon king did all kinds of evil. , but because of a series of problems arising from internal negotiations, Wen Zhi finally became a lonely man and killed the Demon King.

This battle is also the battle of Wen Zhi's fame.

Unfortunately, there is a price to pay for fame.

Wen Zhi broke into the Demon Sect by himself, so he would naturally be tortured and bruised all over his body. In the end, he was caught by the members of the Demon Sect, locked in an airtight cage, and suffered all kinds of torture and torture.

However, Bai Tingquan saw it.

A white and cute little doll sneaked into this cage, opened a pair of big innocent eyes, and asked timidly: "Can you play with me?"

Bai Tingquan was stunned, this little doll was exactly the same as when he was young.

Including the tone of speech and the small movements between actions.

But Bai Tingquan didn't remember having such an experience when he was young.

Bai Tingquan suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, and continued to read patiently.

Wen Zhi was locked in a cage with bruises all over his body. He knew very well that the person in front of him was the Holy Son of the Demon Sect. If he was used as a hostage, he might be able to save his own life, and even exchange terms with the Demon Sect.

However, the young boy looked at him intently for a while, as if he had just noticed Wen Zhi's injury, and said in a crisp voice, "Are you injured?"

Wen Zhi stared at him with cold eyes.

The young boy leaned over, carefully breathed on the deepest and heaviest gash on Wen Zhi's back, and looked at him nervously: "I brought some medicine here, I need to apply medicine when I'm injured, and take medicine when I'm sick. Are you in pain, let me take it easy."

Wen Zhi took half a step back, away from him, and said sharply, "Who told you to come?"

The little boy was frightened by Wen Zhi's roar in an instant, tears welled up in his eyes, and he froze on the spot: "I...have been watching you here for several days, I... No one is playing with me, I think you are alone..."

Wen Zhi was indifferent to the boy's tears: "Then do you know where this is?"

The little boy looked up, then shook his head blankly.

The anger in Wen Zhi's chest finally broke out: "Get lost!"

The little boy left that place as if fleeing, but left the wound medicine behind.

Looking at all this, Bai Tingquan's lips curled up slightly. He never thought that Wen Zhi would have such a side when he was young.

Being scolded by Wen Zhi, the young boy was not discouraged, he really just wanted to play with Wen Zhi, he would bring Wen Zhi medicine and food every day, but Wen Zhi had already fasted, and he no longer needed to eat. The boy sat in the corner, watched Wen Zhi carefully, and then quietly ate the food.

One day, Wen Zhi took the initiative to ask the young boy, "What is your purpose?"

The young man sitting on the side immediately became energetic, he stood up excitedly, and said excitedly: "I want you to play with me!"

Wen Zhi frowned: "What are you playing?"

The little boy seemed to be confused. He thought for a long time, and his face collapsed: "You are full of injuries and you can't play anything, why don't you talk to me."

The little boy was troubled for a long time, thinking seriously, his porcelain white and lovely face was about to wrinkle into a little bun. Seeing him like this, Wen Zhi finally softened his heart, and his tone softened: "These days, thank you for your medicine, my The injury is almost healed."

The little boy grinned, pure and sunny.

Wen Zhi was imprisoned by the Mozong for so long, thanks to the young man, it only took him half a year from being seriously injured to the point of death to recovering as before.

The boy Bai Tingquan came to him every day, bringing him information from the Demon Sect, telling him the movements of the Thirteen Heavenly Demon King.Over time, the relationship between the two of them became close and close.

But finally, the two of them were discovered by Mozong.

The holy son of the Mozong had frequent intimate contact with the rival of the Mozong, no matter who it was, it was a bright scandal.

In order to punish Bai Tingquan, those monsters tortured the little boy in front of Wen Zhi.

The young boy lay in a pool of blood, his whole body twitching in pain, but his eyes were still looking in Wen Zhi's direction, as if he didn't understand what happened.

Wen Zhi had blue veins protruding from his forehead. He looked like a trapped beast, like a dragon whose claws had been pulled out. He was in the cage, grasping the railing with both hands, and shouted: "He is the Son of God, how can you treat him like this?" !"

The torturers turned a deaf ear to it, and they said to Bai Tingquan in a seductive tone: "Master Shengzi, as long as you say that you were seduced by that person, bewitched by that person, and it was that person who threatened you to do these things." , we will stop."

The young boy's fair and lovely cheeks were stained with blood at the moment, his eyes were lifeless, and his whole body twitched involuntarily in pain, but his eyes still stubbornly looked in Wen Zhi's direction, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wen...Wen Wen ...Wen Wen...I want to play with him..."

"Tingquan, Tingquan is a good boy...don't lie..."

Bai Tingquan couldn't bear to watch the results that followed.

The young boy was sentenced to death, and only his breath was left in the end.

Presumably even if he died because of this, he would not understand how dangerous he was to the Mozong for taking care of him.

But Wen Zhi also believed that even if he knew the consequences, that simple and straightforward Xiaobai Tingquan would not refuse to save him.

As a result, Wen Zhi erupted, and the soaring spiritual power lifted the dome of the entire cage, and the powerful sword style was unstoppable.In the final ending, the Demon King of Thirteen Heavens was tortured and killed by Wen Zhi, and Wen Zhi became famous in the first battle.

As a result, the sword cuts the mountains and waves, Lord Canglang.

As for that young boy, he was still the Holy Son of the Demon Sect after all, and in the end he was only deprived of his memory, leaving a life to continue to be the puppet of the Demon Sect.

After watching the whole process, Bai Tingquan just felt depressed. Is this his dream or his personal experience?

If it was a dream, it was too real, the pain seemed to remain in his mind, but if it was a real experience, he was really not sure.

Bai Tingquan felt oppressed, he let out a long breath, and suddenly heard someone calling him by his ear.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

He found himself lying on a soft and warm bed, and the quilt was light and warm. He only felt sore all over, especially the dantian, which ached with his breathing.

He was a little confused, shouldn't he have died in Xianlezhuang?That pool of blood is so powerful, and the mountain is about to collapse, how can it be so easy to escape and ascend to heaven.

Could it be that this is heaven? ? ?

Bai Tingquan struggled to sit up, wanting to see what heaven looks like, but when he moved a little, all the wounds on his body were affecting his pain nerves, and Bai Tingquan froze immediately, not daring to move again.

Suddenly, the door leaf was gently pushed open.

Bai Tingquan heard the reputation and looked over.

I saw Wen Zhi standing at the door, the dazzling sunlight cast in from behind him, dragging his figure a little longer.

What's going on, Wen Zhi came to visit him in heaven?

Wen Zhi didn't expect Bai Tingquan to wake up. He stood at the door in a daze, with joy and happiness hidden in his eyes, his lips parted slightly: "Tingquan, are you awake?"

Wen Zhi used all his strength to restrain his voice, he tried his best to keep himself stable, calm and indifferent.

Bai Tingquan was a little unresponsive, he gently rubbed the slightly painful forehead, his voice was full of doubts: "Master?"

He didn't realize that his voice was hoarse until he opened his mouth. He struggled to salute and say hello to Wen Zhi, but Wen Zhi rushed over to stop him: "Tingquan, your injury hasn't healed yet, don't move."

Bai Tingquan looked at Wen Zhi strangely. He could hear a little nervousness in Wen Zhi's voice, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Master, where is this?"

Wen Zhi paused for a while, but he also tucked up the quilt for him, and said softly: "Tingquan, you have been in a coma for ten days, and I brought you back from Dancao Peak. This is your room."

Bai Tingquan froze in place.

He was in a coma for ten days?How is the situation at Xianle Village?What about Ye Wei and the others!

Wen Zhi brought him a cup of warm water, as if he had guessed what he was thinking, his eyes softened a lot: "Don't worry, Ming Geng Jun has already sent Feng Ming Jun to take care of it personally, your companions are recovering from injuries, they are not serious .Besides...those monster races have ulterior motives, Tingquan, you've done a good job."

Bai Tingquan's ears were slightly red, and he murmured: "Thank you, Master."

Wen Zhi seemed to want to raise his hand to rub Bai Tingquan's head, but he saw the shocking wound between Bai Tingquan's wrists for a moment.

Zhan Yun is an ominous sword, and Bai Tingquan has not completely tamed Zhan Yun, so he can only control it with blood essence.

Bai Tingquan felt Wen Zhi's gaze, and suddenly thought of the scene in his dream. Whether it was true or not, he clearly remembered Wen Zhi's painful expression staring at the young boy lying in a pool of blood.

Hiding deep disbelief and regret.

Bai Tingquan had no doubts that if Wen Zhi had been asked to choose at that time, Wen Zhi would have chosen to bear all the suffering and pain for that young boy without hesitation.

Bai Tingquan shrank his hands subconsciously, blinked at Wen Zhi, and said coquettishly, "Master, I'm hungry."

Wen Zhi looked up at Bai Tingquan.

This face was exquisite and beautiful, but it was a pity that due to ischemia and physical weakness, it turned an ugly pale gray, and Wen Zhi felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Wen Zhi looked at Bai Tingquan's face carefully, calmed down, raised his hand and stroked Bai Tingquan's head, and after a long time, he said softly, "I'll go and bring you some food...wait for me obediently."

Bai Tingquan smiled lightly: "Good master."

Bai Tingquan never imagined that he had been lying on the bed for ten whole days. No wonder his bones were about to fall apart. He couldn't lie down, so he grinned his teeth and suffered the pain. He got off the bed and stomped slowly and stiffly into the room. He was seriously injured, and he was out of breath just after walking these few steps.

He struggled to take out a few unofficial history travel notes that he usually read most. As for the classics of practice... It bothered him, so he didn't read it at all.

These actions consumed almost all of Bai Tingquan's physical strength, and he moved back with difficulty, but before taking a few steps, he suddenly heard the sound of the outer door being pushed open vigorously. He rushed over, so close that Bai Tingquan didn't even see who that person was.

In an instant, Bai Tingquan was hugged into a firm embrace.

Wenzhi ringed him so tightly, as if he was about to disappear if he didn't see him.

Afterwards, Wen Zhi let go of him, only to hear a deep and tense voice, which also implied a bit of blame: "Tingquan, you haven't recovered from your injury, don't move around."

Bai Tingquan raised his head, this time, he was absolutely right, there was deep panic and worry hidden in Wen Zhi's eyes.

The fluster was probably caused after seeing that other people were not on the bed.

Wen Zhi obviously saw the book in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Tingquan, if you have a book you want to read, just let me know."

Bai Tingquan nodded guiltily.Acknowledge the mistake, but don't change it.How could he bother Wen Zhi to get him a book.

Wen Zhi sighed softly.

Then he actually bent down and hugged Bai Tingquan straight up. Bai Tingquan was undefended, opened his eyes wide, and exclaimed: "Master!!"

Wen Zhi ignored him, and only put him back on the bed, with a soft voice: "Eat something first."

In the food box was a bowl of light porridge and some simple and less oily dishes. Wen Zhi unskillfully picked up the spoon and stirred the hot porridge lightly, as if he was meditating. Then he stiffly scooped up a spoonful of porridge ...

Wen Zhi's hands are only suitable for practicing swords, he is not familiar with and does not know how to do this kind of thing, Bai Tingquan quickly stretched out his hand: "Master, I will do it myself."

However, Wen Zhi shook his head slightly, blew it cool, and then carefully brought the spoon to Bai Tingquan's mouth, his voice was hoarse, with inexplicable emotions stirring in his heart: "Tingquan, let me do something for you."

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