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

Wen Zhi's brows stretched out, his eyes fixed on the classic book in Bai Tingquan's arms: "This is?"

Bai Tingquan stuffed the classics back into his bosom again, pretending nothing happened, deceiving himself and saying: "Master, why did you write my name?"

Wen Zhi folded the paper carefully, and said softly, "I'm practicing handwriting, your name is quite difficult to write, it's a bit difficult."

Bai Tingquan: "Oh..."

Before Bai Tingquan could respond, Wen Zhi changed the subject: "What is the classic in your arms?"

Bai Tingquan took out the classics again with some embarrassment, and told Wen Zhi from beginning to end.

Wen Zhi nodded: "So that's why you asked me for the records of the people entering and exiting on the basement floor of the Library Pavilion?"

Bai Tingquan nodded.

Wen Zhi shook his head: "Ting Quan, I have already checked it as a teacher. There are very few people who come to the basement floor. As for the one who comes every day, it is me."

Bai Tingquan's breath stagnates.

Wen Zhi continued: "So you can be forgiven for suspecting that I wrote this classic."

Bai Tingquan looked up in surprise.

That is, the moment he raised his head, he couldn't believe it. He saw something in Wen Zhi's gaze... Wronged?

This brilliance was fleeting, Wen Zhi lowered his head, turned a page, and read it carefully and carefully.

Bai Tingquan remained silent, and the two of them, master and apprentice, were silent amidst the quiet sound of flipping books.

After a long time, Wen Zhi chuckled and closed the book.

Bai Tingquan was a little nervous: "Master, do you have any clues?"

Wen Zhi looked at him indifferently: "If you suspect that someone is following you every day, and write down these things while you are not paying attention, I have some clues..."

Bai Tingquan's eyes flickered, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Master, who is it?"

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes: "When you first came to listen to Xuefeng, I arranged for a few disciples to protect you secretly. Presumably with your intelligence, you have already noticed their existence."

Bai Tingquan nodded: "Indeed, when I first came to Ting Xuefeng, I noticed that someone was in the dark, but later, it was probably the time of the Huafa Conference. After I came back from the Court of Proclamation, I didn't see anyone else." feel their presence."

Wen Zhi nodded: "They are dead."

Bai Tingquan's back shivered: "Dead? How come?"

Wen Zhi returned the classics to Bai Tingquan: "After all, I was negligent. I found out that they are no longer the people I arranged, and they were taken away."

Bai Tingquan's brows gradually tightened.

"I killed them with my own hands."

As soon as Wen Zhi finished speaking, Bai Tingquan raised his head suddenly, and said, "Master, what you mean is that maybe the person who wrote these things and watched me is the same group as the person who snatched away those two disciples in the first place." of?"

Their purpose is the same.

Wen Zhi hooked his lips slightly: "Not bad."

Bai Tingquan still frowned and looked at Wen Zhi: "Master, but, I still have one most crucial question to ask."

Wen Zhi looked at him: "Say it."

"Then if it was them, how could they enter my house and write these things?"

Wen Zhi was slightly taken aback, he raised his hand, and the movement of rubbing Bai Tingquan's head lightly froze.

"Tingquan, do you believe in being a teacher?"

"...Master, there has always been a restriction outside my door, which is designed to guard against monsters and strangers..."

Bai Tingquan deliberately ignored Wen Zhi's question, he bit the bullet and looked at Wen Zhi, all the questions were written on his face.

Wen Zhi withdrew his hand: "I do still have a lot of suspicions, but Ting Quan, there is another possibility that the things on that classic were not written by humans, but written on the other end connected to it. , after being processed by the incantation, it will appear simultaneously in this tome."

Bai Tingquan frowned and continued to ask, "Who could it be?"

Wen Zhi shook his head: "The aura in this book is hidden very cleanly, and there is no way to know who cast the spell. If you want to know who it is, it may be difficult."

Bai Tingquan uttered violent words: "Master, can I just destroy this spell?"

Wen Zhi sat down beside him, gently stroking the milky white cover: "No, first, it may scare the snake, and second, it may bring danger to yourself."

Bai Tingquan frowned: "Master, but..."

Wen Zhi stroked his back lightly: "Tingquan, there are only three kinds of people who will monitor you and watch your every move, the Court of Proclamation, the Demon Sect, and the Dao of Heaven. If the Demon Sect You don’t have to worry if you belong to the sect, if you are from the court of Xuan Ye, you have already taken precautions, but if it is the way of heaven, it will be a little more difficult.”

Bai Tingquan focused his eyes on the classics: "But, Master, he recorded what happened to me every day, why?"

When he thought that the person who observed him secretly every day, watched him, and wrote all these things was not Wen Zhi, but someone else, he suddenly felt disgusted and disgusted, and he wished he could shrink the darkness immediately. The person who wrote it was taken out so that he could never see or write again.

Wen Zhi sighed softly.

But this sigh seemed to be misunderstood by Bai Tingquan.

Bai Tingquan pursed his lips, let go of the tightly clenched corner of his clothes, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Wen Zhi.

It just so happened that Wen Zhi stood up, turned his back, and lit a candle beside him. The moment the light flickered, he noticed from the corner of his eye that Bai Tingquan was looking at him.

Bai Tingquan stared at Wen Zhi's back, and said abruptly and seriously: "Master, I have always believed in you."

The foreword doesn't match the afterword, this sentence seems to have appeared out of thin air.But both of them understood what this was answering.

Wen stopped the movements in his hands.

He turned around abruptly, and the dim light of the fire squeezed away the cold white light from the night pearl. In the intertwined darkness and light of the dancing candlelight, Bai Tingquan slightly hooked the corners of his lips, hiding his love in his soft amber pupils. Everything called "trust" and "belief".

Wen Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

The flame burned his hand for a moment, but he didn't realize it. He walked to Bai Tingquan's side, raised his hand gently, and finally rubbed his head.

"Good boy."

Everyone in the comprehension world could hurt Bai Tingquan, only he would not.

He is gradually building a safe small world for Bai Tingquan.

A world where Bai Tingquan only relied on him and trusted him.

In this world, there are only two of them.

Bai Tingquan returned to the house, staring at the dancing candles in a daze.

He knew that if this continued, he would die sooner or later.

It is absolutely impossible for the Court of Proclamation to accommodate him, and Tiandao will not let him go. He is gradually fascinated as he looks at the dancing candles not far away.

As an outsider in this world, maybe Tiandao is eager to get rid of him like he is eager to solve the bugs that appear in the code running.

Bai Tingquan sighed softly, a little lazy, and when he was in a daze, a picture appeared in his mind for no reason.

He sat on the chair, Wen Zhi squatted down, raised his head, grabbed his hands with both hands, and warmed them for him.

Bai Tingquan suddenly felt his heart boil.

It's really strange, in that secret room, it seems that I can't feel anything, the bottom of my heart is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, the blood is still and slow flowing, the river of heart that should be boiling has gradually calmed down, the smell in the nose is still there, but after leaving the secret room , he felt that his emotions had returned.

Bai Tingquan stayed sleepless all night until dawn, and he struggled to fall asleep for a while until the sky was getting brighter, but unexpectedly, Hongyu rushed in chirping early in the morning, flying around Bai Tingquan's ear, calling non-stop.

Bai Tingquan slapped Hong Yu aside, and a small fat ball of Hong Yu landed on a parabolic trajectory. He called "Master" aggrievedly, and after realizing that Bai Tingquan was indifferent, he climbed up carefully. Going to Bai Tingquan's ear, he lowered his voice and shouted: "Master..."

Bai Tingquan was so frightened that he finally lifted his heavy eyelids, rubbed his painful forehead, and said in a low and weak voice, "Can you be honest, I just fell asleep..."

Hong Yu clung to his ear and fanned Bai Tingquan with his small wings: "Master, don't be so big-hearted! Xiang Yuhuai called a meeting with many elders in the sect just to discuss how to deal with you. How to drive you out of Langjianzong, master, don't sleep!"

Bai Tingquan sat up from the bed drowsily, and looked at Hong Yu with half-opened eyes: "They want to kill me, and I can't stop them."

Hong Yu was so anxious that he was about to get angry: "Master, go and have a look. Although Lord Canglang is speaking for you, everyone except him is against it!"

Bai Tingquan finally came to his senses, his face was heavy, he changed his clothes, casually patted some water on his face, and walked towards the ceremony hall of Yangluan Peak with a pair of dark circles and red eyes.

He didn't want to seek justice from Xiang Yuhuai in a reckless manner, after thinking about it, he went to Dancao Peak first.

Perhaps because most of the elders gathered in the auditorium today, the power assembled inside was equivalent to the top existence of Langjian Sect, so there was no need for disciples to guard the door.

Bai Tingquan touched it very smoothly all the way, and he walked quietly and lightly into the conference hall.

What is rather strange is that all the elders are serious, reading a delicate silver booklet seriously, only Wen Zhi is holding the silver booklet with his hands, but his eyes are not focused, which seems to be A little absent-minded.

Bai Tingquan found that no one was paying attention to him, so he quietly moved to Wen Zhi's side without making a sound, then quietly stretched out his finger, and poked Wen Zhi's back.

Wen Zhi frowned slightly, raised his eyes, and saw Bai Tingquan who was smiling at him at a glance.

Wen Zhi couldn't tell what his mood was at that moment, but the moment he saw Bai Tingquan, he felt that everything he insisted on had meaning.

The world becomes colorful, and the picture scroll becomes dynamic.

Wen Zhi lowered his voice, Wen Sheng asked, "Why are you here?"

Maybe he didn't even notice that he spoke with a relaxed expression, a gentle voice, and a warmth in his eyes that no one else had ever seen.

He especially liked this moment, in this small world of just the two of them, looking intently at each other.

Even as long as anyone looks up, this small world will collapse.

Bai Tingquan leaned slightly, put it next to Wen Zhi's ear, and showed Wen Zhi the paper bag in his hand: "I came from Dancao Peak, and Mr. Ming Geng asked me to get it."

Wen Zhi smiled helplessly: "Why come here?"

The two of them are very close, intimate and natural, each other's breath is sprayed on each other's cheeks and necks, as if getting closer, like lovers in love.

Finally, an elder finished reading. He closed the booklet and looked up...

Bai Tingquan immediately stood up straight, turned around, and domineeringly pulled out the booklet from Wen Zhi's hand.

The two hit each other.

The elder who raised his head saw Bai Tingquan at a glance, he was slightly angry, and said in a trembling voice: "Bai Tingquan, who told you to come in."

This statement caused the other elders to look up one after another, with dissatisfaction on their expressions.

Bai Tingquan ignored him, and was just going to hand out the paper bags in his hand one by one.

Wen Zhi looked at him sideways, and his voice was light but gentle: "You can do it yourself? Sui Lan..."

Bai Tingquan waved his hand: "No, no, I can do it myself."

Wen Zhi nodded lightly, completely ignoring the elder who made an attack just now, and asked, "After reading this brochure, does anyone have any objections?"

Xiang and Huai closed the booklet slowly, their eyes full of emptiness: "Mr. Canglang, this old man knows that today we are judging your beloved disciple, Bai Tingquan, but what you wrote in the booklet, in my opinion Come on, it’s a bit biased, just this point, "Bai Tingquan killed 32 people when he was the son of the Mozong. These 32 people were all criminals who were on the run or committed heinous crimes. It is understandable. Should not be punished', Lord Canglang, this old man dares to ask, aren’t these 32 people 32 living lives?”

Xiang Yuhuai didn't take the paper bag that Bai Tingquan gave him, and his eyes were like a torch: "The criminal should be punished, but Bai Tingquan should never be punished. He shouldn't, let alone be able to!"

When he spoke, everyone at the banquet nodded.

"Criminals should be executed by a special organization. This is a rule. The rules are formulated to prevent all chaos that is not under human control. If Bai Tingquan broke this rule, then he is no different from those criminals and should be severely punished!"

Xiang Yuhuai was rather proud, and looked directly at Wen Zhi: "Does anyone have any objections?"

For a moment, there was silence. Wen Zhi raised his eyes and was about to refute, when he suddenly heard a panting voice from outside the hall shout firmly and loudly: "I have objections!"

Wen Zhi frowned.

In one sentence, everyone turned their heads to look.

Even Bai Tingquan looked away.

Li Wenqing was carrying an epee, with sweat dripping from his forehead. He seemed a little nervous when he saw this kind of battle for the first time, but he still stood firmly at the door, scrutinized by critical and indifferent eyes.

He repeated: "I object!"

The author has something to say:

Mr. Canglang, look at that piece of green mountains and green waters, does it look like the color on your head?