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

After trekking all night, Bai Tingquan arrived at Mount Weizhu.

He had to admit that on the way to the Demon Sect, he was actually very nervous.

He was afraid that as soon as he arrived at the Mozong, he would be killed by the suzerain on the spot before he reached Mount Weizhu.

but……

He stood at the foot of the mountain, watching the so-called "welcome ceremony" speechlessly.

At this moment, Bai Tingquan really couldn't understand the brain circuit of the head of the Demon Sect.

Like the style of a country tour, with colorful decorations, the silver bells that used to hang on the altar were also hung with red ribbons, fluttering in the wind, and all the demons lined up neatly on both sides, bowing to Bai Tingquan in unison.

Bai Tingquan: "..."

Hong Yu was dumbfounded.

Where did the noble, mysterious and gloomy Demon Sect go, and what happened to this down-to-earth country style!

Hong Yu's eyes were straightened: "Master...Master, we, did we go wrong?"

The middle-aged man fell to the ground lightly, saw Bai Tingquan standing aside trembling, and smiled softly: "Tingquan, my child, you are finally back."

This tone of reunion after a long absence...

Bai Tingquan frowned slightly.

"Come back" definitely does not refer to his return from Lang Jianzong.

Wen Zhi has said similar things before.

He had a feeling that this "return" meant that he had come back from further afield.

But, is this person really the Sect Master of the Demon Sect?

Why is it completely different from the indifferent and distant Demon Sect Master in the memory of the original owner!

Wen Zhi woke up in a trance, he hadn't had such a deep sleep for a long time.

Yesterday, the immortal brew entered the throat, and the will inevitably became a little chaotic.

Drowning in his memories, he suddenly remembered the light that flickered in Bai Tingquan's eyes when he said goodbye to him.

Take a break.

Bai Tingquan's behavior yesterday was very abnormal, what happened, if he really returned to the Demon Sect...

Wen Zhi frowned, he couldn't really let go of his heart after all.

Suddenly, there was an anxious knock on the door, accompanied by Song Qing's urgent voice: "Mr. Canglang, are you awake? Lord Canglang, Lord Canglang, Wenzhi!"

Wen Zhi stood up slowly, and opened the door indifferently.

Song Qing was knocking on the door anxiously, but suddenly, the door was pulled open, Song Qing lost her support in an instant, she staggered in embarrassment, and she was about to fall into Wen Zhi's arms.

Wen Zhi's face was ice-cold, and he took half a step back indifferently.

Fortunately, Song Qing reacted quickly. She pulled the door in time and stabilized her body so that she didn't fall to the ground.

Song Qing smiled speechlessly: "I said Lord Canglang, why don't you even know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

Wen Zhi replied coldly: "You are not someone who needs my pity."

Song Qing gave a "tsk", took out the cloth in her bosom, and immediately said seriously: "Mr. Canglang, yesterday my people went to the Court of Proclamation according to what you said, and they didn't have time to come back, but they first message back."

Wen Zhi poured himself a cup of hot tea slowly, but his eyes didn't fall on the real thing: "How to say?"

Song Qing crossed her arms and looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Canglang, didn't you send people out long ago? Yesterday they happened to meet those of you who were about to return, and they will be back tonight at the latest. Why, why are you so angry?" Don't trust them?"

Wen Zhi raised his eyes to look at her, and said with care like gold, "I don't believe you."

Song Qing sneered: "Mr. Canglang, even if I don't tell you the result today, you should know it in a short time. Why don't I tell you now to sell your favor."

Wen Zhi didn't respond to her.

Song Qing put the cloth in front of him: "Mr. Canglang, please take a look at it yourself?"

Wen Zhi's face was calm, and he didn't give half of his eyes to the cloth: "You don't need to look at it, the Court of Proclamation is hard to protect itself, and the spiritual loophole may appear within five days."

Song Qing raised her eyebrows: "Then since you have anticipated this, why don't you take a last look at the time."

Wen Zhi frowned, his expression finally changed, he picked up the cloth and read it carefully.

The loopholes of the Demon Sect and the Court of Xuan Ye will appear at the same time in two days.

He murmured in a low voice: "So, Heavenly Dao has lost its basic control over this world."

Song Qing produced spiritual power from her fingertips and destroyed the cloth, her expression was solemn: "Wen Zhi, there have been unpredictable natural disasters in the mortal world, floods and droughts happened at the same time, and insect plagues, etc. The world is really going to be destroyed. Oh Mozong and the Court of Proclamation, the news came last night, so, to be precise, there are only two days and one night left for the spiritual leak to appear."

Without further ado, Wen Zhi got up immediately, leaving Song Qing behind.

Song Qing called to him: "Wen Zhi, where are you going?"

Wen Zhi looked at her sideways: "Go and find Bai Tingquan."

Song Qing rolled her eyes: "You go by yourself? You want to be swallowed whole by the Demon Sect? Wait, let's report the information, you lunatic!"

After Bai Tingquan took a bath, the lower-level magic servants changed into Chinese clothes, red and gold, bright and luxurious.

Only those luxurious and precious accessories can be worthy of Bai Tingquan.

Only in this way can Bai Tingquan's temperament and personality be fully set off, so that Bai Tingquan's appearance will not be backward compatible, and only then can he be truly magnificent.

He went to the altar hall, where the Sovereign was waiting and summoned him.

There are a hundred steps in the auditorium, and Bai Tingquan walked up one step at a time, carrying his heavy and complicated clothes.

When he reached the last level, Bai Tingquan panted slightly, and looked at the Mozong Sect Master with a pair of amber eyes.

"Sovereign, Bai Tingquan is here."

The suzerain stepped down from the seat, gently took Bai Tingquan's hand, and looked at him with a warm smile: "My child, come and sit."

Bai Tingquan was really flattered, he pursed his lips, and asked a bold question: "Sovereign, is there something wrong with me sitting down?"

The suzerain looked at him: "Tingquan, what's wrong, you are the holy son of the Demon Sect, what's wrong?"

Bai Tingquan sat on the seat, exhaled, and twisted his hands under the sleeves nervously: "You are too kind to me."

The suzerain laughed silently: "Tingquan, I can't be too kind to you."

There was no one around, Bai Tingquan looked at the suzerain, and asked softly: "Sovereign, in my impression, you don't seem to be like this to me."

The suzerain seemed to be looking at his naughty child, and said helplessly: "Tingquan, it wasn't you before."

Bai Tingquan's heartstrings were plucked again in an instant, and a deep tone came out.

With a "buzz", Bai Tingquan stood up uncontrollably, and looked at the suzerain in disbelief.

The Suzerain knows that he wears books?

Why would the suzerain know?

But if the suzerain knows that he wears books, why should he neglect the rightful master but instead take good care of him as a counterfeit?

This makes no sense.

The suzerain looked at his frown and said softly: "Tingquan, I may know more than you, but I can't say it."

Bai Tingquan looked at him suspiciously.

The suzerain patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, no matter who you are, you are my favorite child, it's just that you have encountered some troubles. I promised someone, I can't say more, these things, wait He will tell you himself."

Bai Tingquan pursed his lips lightly. He didn't understand what the suzerain was talking about, but he knew that it was impossible for him to ask anything from the suzerain.

And, who is "he"?

Bai Tingquan nodded, and he raised his head again: "Sect Master, can I ask why you urgently recall me to the Demon Sect?"

The suzerain looked at him with a smile: "It seems that Hong Yu has already told you. I'm sorry to listen to Quan. I can't say these things. After two days, when the time comes, you will understand."

Bai Tingquan loosened his tightly knit hands in an instant, and he felt a little lost: "Sect Master, I understand."

Two days later, what was waiting for him might not be a good thing.

Next, there is a grand banquet.

Bai Tingquan wasn't interested, but in Mozong, he didn't have the sense of belonging he thought he had.

He found that he couldn't integrate into Langjianzong, and couldn't become a real disciple of the sect, and he had to bear prejudice and hostility.

But when he returned to the Demon Sect, he found that he couldn't even integrate into the Demon Sect.

Those people are jealous of him and dare not speak to him.

In the Mozong, Hong Yu was just an attendant, and could only stand behind him with a low eyebrow.

Liveliness and happiness belong to others.

Amidst the bright candlelight and laughter, Bai Tingquan lowered his head lonely, and picked up a glass of fruit wine to cover the corner of his mouth.

He really wanted to stop.

I really want to meet him.

The author has something to say:

The master of the Demon Sect is also very skinny, and the secret will be revealed soon~