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

Bai Tingquan said in disbelief, "You really like me?"

Li Wenqing pushed Bai Tingquan away angrily: "What are you talking about?"

Bai Tingquan looked at Li Wenqing's face that was about to turn red into a monkey's ass by the moonlight, and asked suspiciously, "Then why did you come to my room secretly in the middle of the night?"

Li Wenqing was at a loss for words in an instant, his face was red and his ears were red, his eyes were erratic, it took a long while before he could think of words, and said: "I, I just came to see if you slept or not."

Bai Tingquan raised his eyebrows: "You see, why am I sleeping or not?"

Li Wenqing was annoyed: "Why do you ask so many questions, what is your classic book about?"

Bai Tingquan couldn't be fooled by him: "Don't try to change the subject with me, tell me what you're doing in my room in the middle of the night, or I'll beat you up."

Li Wenqing slid his eyes away and stammered: "I just... heard that the demon tribe in the north is making trouble again, I want to see... are you, safe."

Bai Tingquan let go of him with a snort, lit the lamp, and poured him a cup of warm water: "Even if the monsters really rushed in, Tingxue Peak is definitely the last safe place in Langjianzong, you still worry about yourself Is it safe for you... Hey, no, I remember that you always wanted to kill me, and then become Lord Canglang's only personal disciple?"

Li Wenqing sat at the table a little awkwardly, he pursed his lips, and after a long time, he reluctantly said: "I... I think you are actually not bad."

Bai Tingquan smiled lightly, his eyes flickered, and his whole body seemed to melt in the warm and flickering candlelight.

Li Wenqing was a little lost in thought.

Bai Tingquan knocked on the table in dissatisfaction: "Hey, what are you thinking? Do you have any idea about this ancient book? I took it out from the basement floor of Zangshu Pavilion."

Li Wenqing frowned and listened to Bai Tingquan narrate the matter from beginning to end, a little afraid to believe it: "You mean, someone will come to your room every day to record what happened yesterday?"

Bai Tingquan nodded slightly.

Li Wenqing frowned: "Impossible, at least I stayed at your place yesterday and didn't see anyone coming in."

Bai Tingquan's eyes became sharp for a moment: "Since when did you guard the door of my room?"

Li Wenqing looked away, coughed lightly and said, "Yesterday."

Bai Tingquan looked at Li Wenqing, and saw that Li Wenqing did not seem to be lying, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "Maybe, there is another possibility."

Li Wenqing looked up at him.

"That person's cultivation level is higher than yours." Bai Tingquan's eyes gradually moved away, "and he is much higher than you."

In Bai Tingquan's mind, a name suddenly popped up for no reason.

A person who perfectly meets all the requirements, who can enter Zangshu Pavilion and listen to Xuefeng at any time, and whose cultivation base is much higher than Li Wenqing without attracting anyone's attention.

Into his room, also known as the righteous man.

Bai Tingquan finally drove Li Wenqing away, and threatened him not to come again, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and glanced at Wen Zhi's small courtyard from afar.

Afterwards, he took a deep breath, as if he was a little nervous, he just put on a piece of clothes casually, hid the classics in his arms, and faced the wind and snow, he walked towards Wen Zhi's small courtyard with deep feet and shallow feet.

However, Bai Tingquan knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response. He tentatively poked his head in from the small window next to the house. Although the lights were on inside, there was no one there.

Bai Tingquan blinked, and suddenly remembered the secret room on the basement floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and his spiritual power condensed in his palm, turning out a small beam of light as illumination.

Walk slowly towards the Library Pavilion.

Bai Tingquan was actually very worried.

He conjectured rebelliously that this classic was written by Wen Zhi, maybe...

Bai Tingquan stood in front of the stone door of the secret room for a while, his brain was telling him that Wen Zhi must be inside.

But he dared not knock on the door.

He imagined countless conversation scenarios in his mind, how to explain to Wen Zhi, without appearing so blunt, let alone as if he was here to ask a teacher for a crime.

If Wenzhi wrote it...

When I think of Wen Zhi's dark eyes that hide in ravines and abysses, they are staring at him all the time, watching his every move, recording his every movement and every expression secretly and in detail, as if he is carving a The jade pieces are so careful and serious.

It is as serious and focused as recording history.

It is as pious and fearless as receiving a god.

Everything about him, everything about him, his purity, and his flirtatiousness, are all nakedly deconstructed before Wen Zhi's eyes.

Wen Zhi knew everything about him.

Bai Tingquan's ears suddenly turned red.

If it is Wen Zhi, it seems that it is not unacceptable...

The moment this weird thought came to his mind, Bai Tingquan immediately shuddered, and slapped his cheek vigorously, trying to squeeze out these messy thoughts. Suddenly, at the moment when he felt he was most embarrassed , The stone door slowly opened.

Wen Zhi's figure stood in the middle of the wide open door.

He was wearing a white robe, but it seemed to be stained with shadows, showing an ugly gray color.

Bai Tingquan's Adam's apple moved slightly, he raised his head for a while, he was a little speechless, and after a while, he still called out "Master" with difficulty.

Wen Zhi stood up straight, looking down at Bai Tingquan.

The temperature on the basement floor of Zangshu Pavilion is much lower than usual due to the need to protect the books. It is probably not much different from the temperature outside Tingxuefeng’s house. Bai Tingquan came in a hurry and his clothes were crooked Dressed on the ground, the long black and smooth hair was loose, and only a perfunctory knot was combed at the end of the hair.

His cheeks were a little red from the cold, his white skin was red and pink, his eyes were shining and round, and he looked at Wen Zhi trustingly and expectantly.

Wen Zhi was looking at Bai Tingquan carefully. Snow fell on Bai Tingquan's shoulders, slightly wet, and the hair on his cheeks was also wet, sticking to his cheeks. His eyes were sincere and bright, like a simple little animal.

Wen Zhi paused for a long time, he was conscious and could feel that his gaze was instantly full of stickiness, stuck to Bai Tingquan's face, unable to move away.

Wen Zhi kept looking down at him, and there seemed to be some unseen emotion expanding, extending, thickening, and aggravating in the dark pupils.He felt himself breathing more heavily.

The frantic shouting voices in his head filled his eardrums all the time.

Want to own, want to monopolize, want to control.

The impulse that was obviously suppressed broke through the heavy confinement in an instant, and got out.

Wen Zhi gently stretched out his hand, rubbing the rough fingertips on Bai Tingquan's cheek little by little.

Bai Tingquan was startled, and raised his eyes only to meet Wen Zhi's lowered eyelids.

Wen Zhi couldn't have a correct cognition for the time being.

The cool and delicate touch of his fingertips seemed to extend all the way along his nerves, penetrating into the bottom of his heart, making his heart feel numb and itchy.

Wen Zhi finally came back to his senses, and his voice was extremely gentle: "Why are you here?"

Feeling the touch on his cheek, Bai Tingquan said in a daze, "Master, I have something that I want to confirm with you."

Wen Zhi nodded lightly, withdrew his hand, and was about to move away, but caught a glimpse of Bai Tingquan's clothes that were wet with snow.

Deep in the night and deep in the snow, he was alone, wearing such thin clothes, and turned over two mountain peaks to find him?

The small and thin body was watched coldly by the giant beast in the night, fragile and vulnerable.

Wen Zhi tried his best to restrain himself, and it became difficult to breathe.

Bai Tingquan tilted his head and looked at Wen Zhi suspiciously, wondering why Wen Zhi had clearly made a move, but still didn't have the slightest intention to ask him to go in.

Wondering why every time he meets Wen Zhi in the secret room, he feels different from the Wen Zhi he usually meets.

Bai Tingquan had one problem after another in his mind, but the problem was not over yet, he suddenly felt dizzy, a powerful arm picked him up completely, Bai Tingquan was undefended, standing in a state of confusion and bewilderment With his back bent, he didn't dare to relax his body even if he was hugged by Wen Zhi. He tilted his head to look at Wen Zhi's side face, and said nervously: "...Master, I can walk by myself!"

Wen Zhi didn't listen until he hugged him tightly in the warm secret room, put him gently on the chair, and recited a mantra to him to warm his body. From this, he squatted halfway, leaning slightly The head: "Is there anything important that you brave the snow to come to me?"

After Bai Tingquan sat on the chair, he felt quite uncomfortable. He felt that everything in this secret room was very strange. It was so strange that he felt uneasy in his heart.

It seems that there are cold and cold scales growing on his body, that kind of creepy feeling of being stared at by some beast, as if he is a piece of fresh and juicy flesh, being stared at by people.

He tried his best to suppress his uneasiness, his eyes were a little afraid to meet Wen Zhi, he said slowly: "Master... I wonder if you have written something related to me recently?"

Wen Zhi's eyes became deep in an instant, and he fixed his eyes on Bai Tingquan: "But what did someone say to you?"

Bai Tingquan shook his head, and carefully explained: "No, Master, I just want to ask."

Wen Zhi took his cold hand, put it in the palm of his hand, and said lightly: "I wrote it."

The warmth of the palm exploded in Bai Tingquan's body along with those two words.

There was only one sentence left in Bai Tingquan's mind back and forth: "In a normal master-student relationship, will the master warm the hands of the apprentice?"

Will the master hug the apprentice?

Will the master squat on the ground, look up at the apprentice attentively and seriously?

Will the master watch the apprentice silently every day, and write down everything meticulously and in detail?

like a diary?

Bai Tingquan's voice trembled a little: "Master...no...it doesn't matter, disciple, disciple is willing..."

Wen Zhi frowned slightly, a little puzzled: "Tingquan, what did someone in the sect tell you recently?"

Bai Tingquan was still in a state of confusion, he slightly opened his eyes wide and shook his head.

After a long time, he moved, took out the classics in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Master, did you write this..."?

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly noticed a word written in ink on the desktop.

There are only three big characters written on the white rice paper.

"Bai Tingquan".

Bai Tingquan: "..."

What is written refers to this?

Ok?

Writing his name seems to be related to him...

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感谢在2021-12-1214:44:07~2021-12-1309:52:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Ah and 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of LOLY; 1 bottle of phantom, Siyu, and scorpion;

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