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

After Bai Tingquan returned to his room, he picked up Bai Bai and ruaed him hard, then he calmed down, looked at Hong Yu who was stunned, and chuckled lightly: "What's wrong?"

Hong Yu shuddered, and couldn't help but feel nervous about the few hairs left on his body. He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "It's okay, master, I just feel that something is wrong with you today."

Bai Tingquan's hand stopped.

He does have a lot on his mind today.

But these words cannot be said to Hong Yu.

First of all, it is about the handwritten book about what happened every day before him, who is the author, who is watching him every day, the author and those who come and go without a trace Does the mysterious person with strange whereabouts have anything to do with it, and what is the author's purpose for writing this book.

These are all things that he doesn't know, but they bother him all the time.

But there was another thing that bothered him the most.

What is that warm secret room on the basement floor of Zangshu Pavilion used for?

There is no description at all in the original book.

The secret room gave him a bad feeling.

It was as if, the moment the stone door was opened, a strong bloody smell that had accumulated for a long time gushed out from inside.

It was as if there was a irrational beast lurking, and all the desires that could not be relieved flowed in the air.

Bai Tingquan withdrew his thoughts: "It's okay."

Hong Yu didn't believe what he said, but Bai Tingquan didn't want to say it now. As a caring and intimate subordinate, he naturally couldn't force Bai Tingquan.

However, he was a little puzzled for a moment, and really wanted to know if Bai Tingquan had heard of... that sect that had just risen recently——Eighteen Jutians.

Wen Zhi stood at the gate of Bai Tingquan's courtyard for a while before returning to his study.

His gaze was fixed on the flamboyant bird for a long time.

He hadn't noticed before that the bird was actually a descendant of Dapeng.

It seems that the relationship with Bai Tingquan is also very close.

Wen Zhi's thin lips were tightly pursed, and after a while, he looked away, turned and went back to the study.

A pair of black pupils contained a deadly deep gravitational force, with desire and greed that could devour everything. After he lowered his eyelids, everything in the pupils returned to calm.

After Wen Zhi returned to the study, he didn't expect that Sang Wu had been waiting for him for a long time.

Wen Zhi calmly lit the small clay stove with his spiritual power, and said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, why are you so free to come to my place today?"

Sang Wu's expression was a little dignified: "Junior brother, this is a big matter, so I won't play around with you anymore."

Wen Zhi nodded: "Brother, please tell me."

Sang Wu solemnly unfolded the cloth in his hand. It was a copy of the Tianyu. The copyist painted the pen and ink with bright gold powder. When the light shines on it, the six big characters are quite dazzling.

Sang Wu said: "Mr. Canglang, do you know about this?"

Sang Wu usually discusses things with Wen Zhi very kindly, rarely with a serious face, and most of the time they are called brothers and sisters. Today, he directly called them by name, which shows that Sang Wu attaches great importance to this matter.

Wen Zhi still had that plain look, he poured a cup of tea for Sang Wu, and said in a gentle voice, "Ge Changqing already talked to me yesterday."

Sang Wu frowned: "What's the result?"

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes: "Seven days later, the Court of Xuan Ye will invite the Langjian Sect and all the righteous sects to a banquet on the grounds of negotiating an armistice agreement. If there is no accident, it will be Tingquan's execution ground."

Sang Wu seemed to have a sigh of relief in his heart, he snorted again: "The group of stubborn people in the Court of Proclamation."

The gloominess in Wen Zhi's eyes lightened slightly: "Senior brother, why are you so angry?"

Sang Wu looked up at him: "The Court of Xuan Ye has bullied me, Lang Jianzong, shouldn't I be angry?"

Wen Zhi's voice was light: "Brother, Tingquan is different after all. He is the holy son of the Demon Sect, so he will inevitably fall into the trap. The Court of Proclamation is nothing more than a mouthpiece. This is what God has said. We just need to express our intentions." Just the attitude."

Sang Wu suddenly raised his head, frowned, with disapproval in his eyes,

"Draw a line?"

Wen Zhi approached, patted Sang Wu on the shoulder, glanced out of the corner of the eye, and said softly: "Brother, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, I really need a public occasion to express my position."

He needs a serious occasion where everyone is present, and he needs to tell everyone that he, Lord Canglang Wenzhi, will stand by Bai Tingquan's side unconditionally.

If he declares war with the court of Xuan Ye, he will not hesitate.

But Bai Tingquan didn't know.

Hearing what Wen Zhi said, his body froze, and the blood all over his body seemed to be solidified like the snow on the ground.

He heard everything.

The Court of Proclamation intended to execute him seven days later.

And Wen Zhi's decision...is just to show his attitude and draw a clear line with him.

Heaven ordered him to die, he has become the abandoned son of Lang Jianzong, right?

The bamboo sword in his hand fell to the ground at this moment, causing a lot of commotion, and he didn't want to eavesdrop. At this moment, there was a commotion, so naturally he couldn't hide it anymore, so he tried his best to raise the corner of his mouth, With a smile, he knocked on the door.

After getting permission, he opened the door and entered.

Wen Zhi turned his head calmly, only to see a young man in red with a colorful bird with beautiful feathers on his shoulder. The young man seemed a little sad, his eyes were red and wet, but his voice was still lively, one by one Greetings: "Master, Master Master."

Sang Wu smiled lightly: "Tingquan, why are you here? I'm discussing with your master about kicking and guarding the pavilion, that Eighteen Heavenly Congregation is very powerful..."

Bai Tingquan adjusted his mood and was very calm. He responded to Sang Wu with a smile: "Master Master, I heard about this on the way here. This newly rising sect seems to have kicked many sects in a row. They have no defeats, and their sword styles are so strange that it is difficult to understand. I heard that even the Qingfeng faction has been beaten to death, and they have no power to fight back. I am afraid that they are already on their way to the Langjian sect."

Sang Wu nodded, his eyes flickering: "Yes, they do have a slogan to dominate the cultivation world, and we have to admit that until now, they have never lost a game."

Bai Tingquan changed the subject: "But master master, I didn't come here to ask about this matter, I have something to ask the teacher to respect..."

After finishing speaking, he turned his gaze to Wen Zhi and nodded.

Wen Zhiwen said softly, "But it's okay to say."

Bai Tingquan hesitated for a moment, before saying: "Master, I recently noticed that someone was following me, and I only got clues in the past few days. That person often enters the basement floor of the Library Pavilion. I dare to ask Master if there is any way You can get the daily entry and exit records of the basement floor of Zangshu Pavilion."

Wen Zhi frowned little by little in Bai Tingquan's words: "Someone is following you?"

Bai Tingquan nodded: "Yes, that clue was discovered by chance when the disciple used Mo Langyu's authority to go to the basement floor of Zangshu Pavilion the day before yesterday, and it didn't alarm anyone."

Wen Zhi's eyes darkened a little, and he nodded lightly: "Ting Quan, I will go to Zangshu Pavilion as a teacher another day. The comings and goings of these personnel will be recorded in the book. If there is anything that endangers your life, I will never tolerate it."

Bai Tingquan smiled: "Thank you, Master."

Wen Zhi closed his eyes, hiding the deep emotions in his eyes, and nodded lightly.

He actually likes to see Bai Tingquan's smile very much, and it's hard to look away.

It was a kind of pure and natural power, which made him unable to bear it, and felt close to him.

Let him treat it like a treasure.

But today, for some reason, this smile is mixed with a little bit of bitterness and alienation. Under the sugar coating, there is a sour and unpalatable pill.

After coming out of Wen Zhi's study, Bai Tingquan pursed his lips tightly, as if a switch had been turned on suddenly, he muttered to himself: "Hong Yu, no, I have to leave here."

Hong Yu's expression was a little perplexed. For the first time, there was no joy in his eyes, and his eyes were also full of disappointment with Wen Zhi. He could only nod: "No matter where you go, master, I will follow you."

Bai Tingquan was agitated, and his voice was trembling: "Hong Yu, Heavenly Dao wants to kill me, and the Court of Xuan Ye wants to kill me. The disciples of the Langjian Sect all hope that I will die badly, and there are still people following me all day long. I spy on me, Hong Yu, and now even Wen Zhi...he wants to abandon me, Hong Yu..."

Hong Yu couldn't help it, he transformed himself into a human form, and gently and softly wrapped his arms around Bai Tingquan's shoulders.

"Master, master, no, you are my most powerful and mighty master. I hope you can live forever, ascend to immortality, and live longer than anyone else."

Bai Tingquan could hardly restrain his grievances, but fortunately he was still rational, his eyes were sour and red, and he wiped away the tears that were about to overflow. After adjusting his emotions, there was only a stretched pink streak at the end of his eyes .

He took Hong Yu's hand, "Hong Yu, let's go now."

Bai Tingquan didn't have anything to clean up. In the end, there were only some plush dolls that Wenzhi conjured up for him to make him happy. One of them was stained with blood. It was the only thing he had when he was slandered that day. sustenance.

Bai Tingquan couldn't help the tears in his eyes again. He extremely disliked his own worthlessness, wiped away his tears angrily, and left all the dolls far away, only taking away the dirty and blood-stained one.

Bai Tingquan was like this, with Bai Bai in his arms, a small bundle on his back, and a colorful bird on his shoulder, step by step up the stairs down the mountain.

Bai Tingquan didn't expect that he would be killed at the first step of leaving.

About ten disciples in black robes were holding long swords, their eyes were cold, and their pupils were full of evil spirits. The tall disciple at the head cupped his hands and saluted: "Eighteen Detainers, Yang Guangchi, please teach me."

Bai Tingquan: "?"

Yang Guangchi's stature is strong and thin, his arms are extremely powerful, and his long sword is unsheathed. It is a snake-shaped soft sword, and it looks like a sharp and tricky sword.

Bai Tingquan raised his hand: "Wait...wait a minute, you guys, what are you doing for ten...eighteen days..."

Yang Guangchi added: "Eighteen detainees."

"Oh yes yes yes, Eighteen Jutians, are you here to kick Guanlang Sword Sect?"

Yang Guangchi replied, and flew out: "Exactly."

Bai Tingquan broke down a bit: "Wait a minute, I'm not the one guarding the museum, calm down!"

Yang Guangchi and the other disciples turned a deaf ear to it, and confirmed that Bai Tingquan was guarding the hall, and said aside: "As expected of the number one sect in the cultivation world, we only send one person to fight against us. , promise!"

Bai Tingquan: "...you are really deaf, right?"

The flying sword approached.

This duel had to be fought, Bai Tingquan frowned slightly, he didn't know what chance he had of winning, but he knew that when he cut his luck out of the scabbard, he won in terms of momentum.

Cutting the sword, no one dares to fight.

—even without Bright Blade.

Bai Tingquan's strength is good, coupled with the power of thunder in his dantian, he and Yang Guangchi passed dozens of rounds in just a few breaths, sparks accompanied by thunder and lightning, and the huge buzzing sound caused The world trembled.

Yang Guangchi's face changed slightly, and he was temporarily at a disadvantage.

He finally realized that this time he kicked the gymnasium, he hit the iron plate.

The author has something to say:

Little Poor Quanquan: Everyone wants me to die, Hong Yu, I only have you.

Wen Zhi with a green light above his head: I don't want you to die, yes, I'm not human.

Quack quack understands why the Eighteen Jutians can't be number one in the cultivation world.

感谢在2021-12-0923:06:40~2021-12-1009:36:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Xin Ze, A and 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Xinze; 10 bottles of ice cream essence; 5 bottles of Dushangxilou;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!