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

Wen Zhi just fed the clear porridge into Bai Tingquan's mouth spoon by spoon.

Bai Tingquan closed his eyes and his ears were red. At this time, Bai Bai and Hong Yu were very well-behaved and stayed at Bai Tingquan's feet obediently. They finally got Wen Zhi's permission to come in and play with Bai Tingquan for a while.

Afterwards, Wen Zhi brought another bowl full of black decoction, and looked at him with downcast eyes: "Listen to the spring, drink the medicine."

Bai Tingquan: "..."

Bai Tingquan instinctively resisted this bowl of medicine. In the present world, he didn't like to take medicine when he had a cold or sickness, and he had heard about the terrifying lethality of these bitter medicine soups for a long time. Now, the bowl in Wen Zhi's hand The medicine is eeriely steaming black...

Bai Tingquan blinked: "Master, can I not drink?"

Sitting beside him, Wen Zhi had already blew a spoonful of cold, and said in a calm voice, "No."

Seeing that a spoonful of medicine was about to be delivered to Bai Tingquan's mouth, Bai Tingquan turned his head quickly: "Master, this disciple feels that his injuries are already healed, nothing serious, it will be healed in two days, no need It's okay to drink medicine..."

Wen Zhi didn't move at all, his hands were as steady as the pillar supporting the heavenly scriptures in the Court of Proclamation, and it hadn't shaken for thousands of years.

Naturally, the decoction didn't spill a single drop, and it stood very firmly in front of Bai Tingquan.

Bai Tingquan's expression immediately collapsed. Seeing that Wen Zhi couldn't explain it, he calmed down, took the bowl, held his breath in front of Wen Zhi, twisted his nose and drank it all in one gulp.

If you drink medicine spoon by spoon and suffer torture, it would be better to cut the mess with a sharp knife.

The medicine was extremely unpalatable, bitter and sour, and had an unpleasant fishy smell. Bai Tingquan was so bitter that tears were forced out. Sensing Bai Tingquan's emotions, Bai Bai rubbed Bai Tingquan's leg uneasily.

But in the next moment, he felt that a piece of honey was being sent into his mouth. The sweetness suppressed some bitterness, and the sweetness permeated the tip of his tongue. He said: "Master, what kind of medicine is this? Why is it so hard?"

Wen Zhi watched him carefully for a while, and then said: "It's okay, you just concentrate on healing your wounds, twice a day, the teacher will supervise you to take medicine."

Bai Tingquan: "..."

He thought that Wen Zhi would leave in peace after seeing that he had taken the medicine, but he really didn't expect that Wen Zhi would just sit at his desk so naturally, cast down his gaze, and concentrate on handling his affairs.

Bai Tingquan: "..."

The sound of pearls and jade made by the collision of jade slips was clear and pleasant, Wen Zhi was seriously handling the work, but Bai Tingquan felt a little idle.

He couldn't count the number of times in a day that he felt a little speechless.And since he woke up, he felt that Wen Zhi seemed to be a different person. Although Wen Zhi cared about him and was very patient in the past, this time, it seemed to be much deeper.

The book in Bai Tingquan's hand became boring in an instant. He lifted the book up, and originally wanted to use the cover of the book to peek at Wen Zhi secretly, but after he only peeked at Wen Zhi a few times, Wen Zhi's faint voice stopped. Came from the other end: "Tingquan, the teacher's face is more interesting than the book?"

Bai Tingquan quickly put down the book and denied it: "No, Master, your face is much more beautiful than the book, no... the book is more interesting but not as good-looking as yours!"

Wen Zhi smiled helplessly, put down the affairs in hand, raised his head from a pile of complicated jade slips and remonstrance books, and said in a low voice: "Ting Quan, in the future, if you encounter such a thing, you will feel that you are clearly When you are threatened, you must leave, you know."

Bai Tingquan blinked: "But Master, I'm the captain of the team, can't I just let the team members go..."

Wen Zhi said: "Tingquan, at any time, you must first ensure your own safety. After you confirm that your own judgment is correct, if you cannot persuade others, remember that your own safety is the first priority." first.

"You did a good job with Xianlezhuang, but under the circumstance that you can't protect yourself..." Wen Zhi seemed to have thought of some serious consequences, he breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered his voice again, "Tingquan, remember , don’t be reckless, I’ve been waiting for you to come back as a teacher.”

Wen Zhi's voice was soft and hoarse. When he said these words, Bai Tingquan felt that he was really afraid, afraid of the worst outcome.

——Bai Tingquan died in Xianle Village.

Bai Tingquan's amber pupils were still so clear and clean. He looked at Wen Zhi for a while, and said with a smile: "Master, disciple... the disciple was actually not afraid at the time, the worst thing would be death, and few people would wish me I am alive, moreover, I have received your teachings, and I hope to take the affairs of the world as my own responsibility, and I also want to do something for you so that I can live up to your teachings."

Wen Zhi pursed his lips and said nothing.

Both of them resumed their work.

Time flows quietly, Bai Tingquan really feels a little uncomfortable with this kind of silence, besides, why does Wen Zhi have to work in his room?

Suddenly, Bai Tingquan noticed the exhaustion in Wen Zhi's expression and the black eyes under his eyes at a glance. Suddenly, a bold idea emerged from his mind...During the ten days he was in a coma, Wen Zhi might have lost his life. Be here with him, and when he wakes up, I will be able to see him as soon as I wake up.

Bai Tingquan's heart trembled, and he subconsciously called out: "Master."

Wen Zhi immediately looked up at him, with a calm expression: "What's the matter?"

Bai Tingquan didn't expect to yell, and then he said casually: "Master, disciple... I want to drink water."

There was no trace of impatience on Wen Zhi's face, he immediately put down his work and poured Bai Tingquan a glass of water with just the right temperature.

Hong Yu opened a pair of small mung bean eyes, stood on Bai Tingquan's shoulder, and looked at the two of them with his head tilted.

Wen Zhi returned to his seat and resumed his work, and the whole room became silent again.

Bai Tingquan really had nothing to do, he did it on purpose this time, he opened a pair of sly eyes, blinked twice, with a little glint in his eyes, and softly called: "...Master."

The tail sound is protracted, a bit coquettish.

Wen Zhi was helpless: "What's the matter?"

Bai Tingquan said: "Master, I miss Wei Xun a little bit, can I ask Wei Xun to come and see me?"

Wen Zhi didn't meet his request this time, and just replied blandly: "If he comes, wouldn't you guys smash the sky here?"

Bai Tingquan smiled flatteringly: "Master... I am too boring here, I have read these books many times, Master..."

Wen Zhi rubbed his forehead in distress.

"You are so energetic, seeing you as a teacher does not look like you are seriously injured. Come here and study ink for the teacher."

As soon as he heard that he was going to work, Bai Tingquan shut up instantly, and immediately pulled the quilt over the bridge of his nose, exposing only a pair of eyes, and said in a muffled voice: "Master, this disciple suddenly feels very tired and needs to take a nap. install!"

With a slight smile on the corner of Wen Zhi's mouth, he took a long look at Bai Tingquan from afar before returning to work.

Bai Tingquan didn't expect that he would actually fall asleep, and when he woke up again, the sun was setting and there was a person sitting beside the bed.

It's Wei Xun!

Bai Tingquan was so happy that he was about to jump up: "Wei Xun, you're here, I miss you so much!"

Wei Xun's ears were reddened by Bai Tingquan's words. He lowered his voice, but his eyes were still red: "Tingquan, you finally woke up. Lord Canglang told me to come and see you when I have time. .”

Bai Tingquan's heart warmed up, he didn't expect Wen Zhi to really remember this.

Wei Xun wiped his eyes and said, "Tingquan, Li Wenqing and Ye Wei asked me to bring you a sentence, and they said thank you."

Bai Tingquan didn't take it seriously: "It's fine, it's fine, don't cry, I'm not here right now, look, Bai Bai can't stand it anymore."

Wei Xun nodded heavily: "It's good that you are fine. No matter what, the most important thing is to be alive. By the way, Mr. Ming Geng decided to make an exception to award Mo Langyu to you, and said that the ceremony will be held when you recover from your injuries."

Bai Tingquan smiled: "This is the best, by the way, how is Sang Mingzhu's injury?"

"His injury has healed a long time ago. He is already in the bigu period. Don't worry. It's you. I don't know what to do with your dantian..." Suddenly, Wei Xun consciously missed something and shut up abruptly.

These half-sentences have already attracted Bai Tingquan's attention. He straightened his back instantly, and his voice was stiff: "Wei Xun, what do you think of my dantian?"

Wei Xun dodged his eyes and forced a laugh: "No, Tingquan, you got it wrong, I meant Sang Mingzhu..."

"What happened to my dantian, Wei Xun?"

Suddenly, the door leaf was pushed open vigorously, and Wen Zhi stood at the door. The setting sun coated his figure with a layer of gold. His breathing was a little short, and he was holding a bowl of black medicine in his hand. His palms were so hard that his knuckles turned white , with a heavy voice: "Wei Xun, it's time for Tingquan to rest."

Bai Tingquan quickly stopped him: "No, Master, I'm still in good spirits..."

Wen Zhi's gaze showed an unprecedented severity.

Knowing that he had made a mistake, Wei Xun hurriedly greeted Wen Zhi and left.

Before leaving, he gave Bai Tingquan a reluctant look.

When Wen Zhi closed the door, Bai Tingquan was not stupid. He saw the medicine in Wen Zhi's hand at a glance, and then asked softly, "Master, is that medicine used to nourish the disciple's dantian?"

Wen Zhi looked up at Bai Tingquan, with pain in his eyes that couldn't be ignored.

Bai Tingquan's expression was calm, but he had already expected it.

In that low mountain, the spiritual power in his body was simply not enough to support the spiritual power needed by Zhan Yun and the center of the blood pool. His dantian was simply operating at overload, and it would be strange if there were no problems.

Wen Zhi's voice was calm, and he was answering Bai Tingquan's question: "Yes, Tingquan, your dantian is broken and needs time to recover."

Sure enough, Bai Tingquan knew it well.

How could it be possible for such a thing as a broken dantian to recover.He can no longer practice and can no longer make any progress.

The best situation is that he remains in the current state. If the cracks in the dantian do not widen, then the spiritual power will not leak out. This is the best result.

The dantian is the most important thing for a cultivator. If it is slightly damaged, the smooth path of the cultivator's practice may be covered with thorns.

It’s just...

It's so cool! ! !

You don't need to practice, and you can live for hundreds of years more out of thin air, what can you wish for!He can be a salted fish with peace of mind, find a place he likes to live in seclusion, away from Langjianzong, away from the main plot, away from Wenzhi, okay?

Bai Tingquan could hardly control the corners of his mouth, he said slowly: "Master, it's okay, I can accept it."

Wen Zhi misunderstood his expression and demeanor of restraint of joy and trembling voice as sadness, but when he was sad, he pretended not to care and comforted him instead.

Wen Zhi could hardly hold the medicine bowl, his hands were trembling, he looked deeply at Bai Tingquan, his eyes became thicker and darker, and there was a bottomless apology hidden in his eyes: "Tingquan, don't worry, for Master will definitely heal you."

The voice was firm, as if swearing.

He did something many years ago that he regretted for the rest of his life.

But this time, he would never allow anyone to hurt Bai Tingquan again, he swore on his own life.

The author has something to say:

Wen Zhi [Painful, firm and full of apology]: Tingquan, as a teacher, I will definitely heal you.

Bai Tingquan: No, no, no, no, master! !