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

Ge Changqing was furious, and the heavenly envoys also came to their senses in a brief period of confusion. They were well-trained and quickly recovered from the shock of losing their companions, and they all pointed their finger at Wen Zhi and Bai Tingquan.

Everyone present was unmoved, and they all stood by and watched.

Bai Tingquan had never seen Wen Zhi draw a sword.

But now, Wen Zhi really made a move.

Mr. Canglang cut mountains and billows with one sword, not mountains or billows. His sword cut the absurd way of heaven.

If there was a real fight, these few heavenly envoys alone would be far from being Wen Zhi's opponent.

Wen Zhi's body was like a light feather, flying through the crowd.

Bai Tingquan was perfectly protected by Wen Zhi, and no sword, light or sword could hurt him.

He felt that none of this was real.

But Wen Zhi was standing in front of him with such flesh and blood that he couldn't doubt it.

Bai Tingquan pursed his lips, raised his sword to block Wen Zhi a few times, nimbly entered the battle circle, stood beside Wen Zhi, and asked in a low voice, "Master, how should we end?"

Wen Zhi just glanced at him with reproach in his eyes, blaming him for rushing in so recklessly.

Meeting Wen Zhi's gaze, Bai Tingquan smiled secretly: "Master, you are so powerful, you must have thought of a way out."

Wen Zhi slightly hooked his lips, shook his wrist slightly, and pulled out the sword flower, while the other hand condensed his spiritual power into a ball, and a brave and jumping flame emerged in his palm. In an instant, the flame exploded, continuously expanded, and swelled up. In the end, it turned into a gigantic monster, roaring and smashing towards Ge Changqing——

Ge Changqing's face suddenly changed, but he didn't react after all. Even though he was trying hard to form a curse seal in his hand, trying to seal this group of spiritual power with instant explosive ability, it was still a step too late.

The scorching flames hit him, and he already felt the terrifying temperature that would devour everything.

These heavenly envoys who were severely injured by Wenzhi reacted faster, dragging their disabled bodies to stop the explosion, so as not to cause unnecessary sacrifices.

But when the ball of spiritual power swelled to a huge volume, it suddenly emptied the air in it like a deflated ball, and finally shrunk into a tiny spot of light and disappeared.

—It turned out to be a squib.

When the terrified people came back to their senses suddenly, they found that Wen Zhi and Bai Tingquan, who were standing in their original positions, had disappeared.

Bai Tingquan followed Wen Zhi to the ground in a remote forest.

He looked back and saw that no one was chasing him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

But the moment he turned his head, he suddenly felt a pair of strong hands pulling him over, hugging him into a warm but hard embrace.

Bai Tingquan didn't dare to move, he opened his eyes wide, tried to look at Wen Zhi beside him, and tentatively called, "Master?"

Wen Zhi didn't respond to him.

Bai Tingquan tried to struggle, but was pushed down by Wen Zhi with greater strength in an instant.

It's like a prison that is hard to break free.

Bai Tingquan was slightly taken aback.

But Wen Zhi's voice came from his chest: "Tingquan, don't do this again in the future."

Bai Tingquan couldn't understand what Wen Zhi said "like this", he froze his body and didn't dare to make a sound, but the beating sound deep in his heart became more and more difficult for him to ignore.

He is nervous.

Wen Zhi sighed softly, let him go, and habitually stroked Bai Tingquan's soft hair, saying, "Tingquan, if someone betrays you and abandons you in the future, that person will never be I."

He wants to possess, he wants to love, he wants to control, he wants to do anything but not hurt.

Bai Tingquan smiled a little embarrassedly.

This time it was indeed his fault.

He preconceived that Wen Zhi wanted to treat him as an abandoned son, and handed him over to the Xuan Ye Court for trial for his crimes. He didn't know why, but he knew how upright Wen Zhi was, but he couldn't help turning things around. Think about the worst.

It seems like this, he and Wen Zhi are fair to each other.

It seemed like this, once he died, it seemed that Wen Zhi would be saved from many troubles.

Wen Zhi's mood returned to normal in an instant, his eyes turned cold, and he quietly stretched out a hand towards Bai Tingquan. At first, Bai Tingquan didn't know what he meant, and wanted to laugh, but he found that, Wen Zhi was extremely serious, his slender and clean hands were hanging motionless in mid-air, waiting for something seriously.

Bai Tingquan tentatively stretched out his hand, and let Wen Zhi hold it.

Wen Zhi gently spread his fingers with his hands, and inserted his four fingers between his fingers. The surrounding was quiet and peaceful, with the cool breeze blowing his hair, Bai Tingquan suddenly let out a long and sharp "hum" in his heart.

Master-student... the hand-holding between master-student, is that what it is?

All good mentors and apprentices are like this.

Bai Tingquan thought numbly, Sang Wu and Ye Wei, Wu Hong and Wei Xun should also hold hands like this.

How normal.

The fingertips of the two were rubbing lightly, and the itchy feeling was transmitted from the fingertips to the heart along the tendons, itchy and soft.

Bai Tingquan tried to stay calm, let Wen Zhi hold his hand, and tried to steady his voice: "Master...Master, let's go back to Langjian Sect first."

Wen Zhi carefully observed Bai Tingquan's expression from the beginning to the end. When he heard the voice, he gave a low "hmm", and seeing that Bai Tingquan did not reject him, he never let go of Bai Tingquan's hand.

"Ting Quan, if you want to go down the mountain in the future, no matter what, you must remember to tell your teacher, remember."

Bai Tingquan only felt that the hand held by Wen Zhi was burning hot, and he responded somewhat without confidence: "Yes."

As soon as Wen Zhi and Bai Tingquan arrived at Tingxue Peak, Sang Wu sent a boy over to invite them to Yangluan Peak to discuss important matters.

With a calm expression, Wen Zhi sent Xiao Daotong out, and the moment he turned around, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

Seeing Wen Zhi's smile, Bai Tingquan couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "This is the news that we haven't arrived at Langjianzong yet, and this news arrived before us?"

Wen Zhi looked at him helplessly, and said softly: "Tingquan, although I have been at odds with the court of Xuan Ye for a long time, after all, I have not brought the matter to the surface. Today I will take the lead in tearing my face apart. For me, It's not good for Lang Jianzong."

Bai Tingquan's mood that was still relaxed when he heard it suddenly became heavy.

Although he thought that this matter might implicate Wen Zhi, he actually forgot the impact of this matter on Lang Jianzong.

Bai Tingquan's face was solemn, and he immediately suppressed his smile.

Wen Zhi pushed open the door, and the light came in from outside the door, he said softly, "Don't worry, the Court of Proclamation and Ye can't move Langjianzong."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to Bai Tingquan: "Tingquan, come here."

Bai Tingquan relaxed a little, let out a breath, ran to Wen Zhi's side, barely raised the corner of his mouth: "Master, let's go."

Sang Wu had been waiting for them for a long time, he made tea for Wen Zhi and Bai Tingquan with a smile on his face, filtered the tea powder, and when he was about to pour it out for Wen Zhi, Wen Zhi suddenly grabbed Sang Wu's hand and said: "Brother, I'll do it myself."

When Wen Zhi spoke, his eyes were always fixed on Sang Wu's face, and he was paying close attention to his expression from the beginning to the end.

Sang Wu shook his head lightly, but seemed to be very happy: "Let me come, both of you master and apprentice are tired."

Wen Zhi raised his eyelids, doubts hidden in his eyes.

Sang Wu poured another cup of tea for Bai Tingquan, and Bai Tingquan quickly took it to thank him.

Bai Tingquan knew that it was time for Wenzhi and Sangwu to talk next time, he held the teacup obediently, lowered his head, and stared at the constantly rippling water surface.

Sang Wu asked: "Junior brother, how is your health recently, have you recovered from Du Jie's injuries?"

Wen Zhi nodded: "There is no serious problem."

Sang Wu chuckled: "I heard that a few days ago, the Eighteen Jutians were always invincible, but they returned without success in the Langjian Sect. On the second day, they sent letters of apology to the gates of each sect."

Wen Zhi didn't have any mood swings: "I've heard about this."

Sang Wu still smiled: "Junior Brother, I also heard that those members of the Eighteenth Heavenly Congregation couldn't even enter the gate of our Langjian Sect, and our disciples who were in charge of guarding the hall waited for a whole day."

Bai Tingquan listened secretly, his hand holding the teacup became tighter and tighter.

Inexplicably a little guilty.

Wen Zhi glanced at Bai Tingquan from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Is there anything else?"

Sang Wu also followed Wen Zhi's peripheral vision, glanced at Bai Tingquan, who didn't even dare to lift his head, and then said kindly: "I only heard that it was a disciple of the outer sect who stopped a few of them. Outside the sect, but as far as I know, I really can't think of any San Sweeping disciple who has such a superb ability, Junior Brother, do you have a clue?"

Wen Zhi pretended to be stupid: "I don't know much about this matter, and I have no clue."

Sang Wu also nodded pretendingly: "This matter is indeed quite strange, why don't you just take this opportunity to hold a competition ceremony for the disciples of the sect, there is no limit to the number of disciples from the outer sect and the disciples from the inner sect, how can such a great talent be compared with mediocre disciples?" Buried in everyday trivialities."

Bai Tingquan felt like sitting on pins and needles, he put down the teacup for a while, and held the teacup in his hand for a while.

Sang Wu noticed and looked at him with a smile: "Why, Tingquan, do you have a clue?"

Bai Tingquan quickly waved his hands: "No..."

Sang Wu smiled and diverted the topic away, and talked about some topics with Wen Zhi, but Wen Zhi and Bai Tingquan knew it well in their hearts, and they were both waiting for Sang Wu to bring up the matter of the Court of Proclamation.

But Sang Wu talked about him from left to right, but didn't say anything.

Finally, Wen Zhi took advantage of the pause in the conversation and asked, "Senior brother, you must know about Tingquan and I being in the Court of Proclamation today."

They all waited for Sang Wu's face to sink, and discussed the punishment with them seriously and calmly.

But Sang Wu still maintained a relaxed look, looking at them with a smile: "Yes."

Wen Zhi: "...Brother, this matter is extremely serious, and it may implicate the Langjian Sect."

Bai Tingquan also looked at Sang Wu with some concern.

But now Sang Wu is like a fool who is smiling harmlessly: "No, what does it have to do with me, Langjian Sect, if he did such a despicable thing in the court of proclamation?"