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

Bai Tingquan returned to his small courtyard. Early this morning, Sui Lan reluctantly dragged the three things he wanted and placed them neatly in the house for him. Before leaving, he was still awkward Twistedly called him "Brother".

However, the good mood he had for a day because of Sui Lan's submissiveness disappeared after he picked up this bamboo leaf.

Wen Zhi was the only one who picked flowers and leaves at Ting Xue Peak, and could easily break Li Wenqing's sword path.

It was Wen Zhi who was preventing himself from having a conflict with Li Wenqing.

The next day, Bai Tingquan went to Yangluan Peak on time, preparing to start his year-long schoolwork.

When he just stepped into the classroom, he suddenly saw a small head popping out of nowhere beside him.

It was Wei Xun. After seeing Bai Tingquan, he breathed a sigh of relief, and it took him a while to smile: "Are you here?"

Bai Tingquan raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you afraid that I won't be able to drop out of school?"

Wei Xun's thoughts were punctured by Bai Tingquan, his ears turned red, and he wanted to hide it: "Of course not, I just came to remind you that our first class is kendo class!"

Bai Tingquan said "Oh" without interest.

He really doesn't like practicing swords...

When Wei Xun led Bai Tingquan to the edge of the seat, those students who had already sat down and stared at Bai Tingquan showed contemptuous expressions in unison.

Some people even started whispering, and cast unfriendly eyes on Bai Tingquan frequently.

Bai Tingquan didn't take it seriously, but just found a good seat, and performed a cleansing formula to clean up the already clean tables and chairs. Then Shi Shiran sat down and opened a book of swordsmanship pretendingly. When I saw these kendo classics, I fell asleep and dozed off.

Fortunately, this time was not too long, Ming Geng walked in slowly and smiling.

All the disciples were shocked in place.

The master who taught them kendo turned out to be the master Ming Geng! !Not so last year.

The whole classroom immediately became warm and quiet.

Enthusiasm is because of the boiling and joy in their hearts, and quietness is because they dare not make trouble in front of Ming Geng-jun.

Each of them sat like a well-behaved and quiet little quail.

Sang Wu greeted his disciples with a smile. His style of doing things was clean and neat. After a few pleasantries, he started to get down to business and explained to his disciples.

The whole morning kendo class is divided into three subsections. The first section is the theoretical explanation, and the last two subsections are the disciples' sword style learning and correction.

This whole morning was a torment for Bai Tingquan.

After the first theory class, Sang Wu left with a smile on his face, and a young elder took his place to give the disciples a sword style speech, and Bai Tingquan was completely relieved.

You can paddle with confidence! ! !

yeah! !

The actions of raising the sword and swinging the sword can be done casually!

After all, if he is paddling in Sangwu's class, it is equivalent to in a modern classroom, when the dignified principal comes to teach him in person, he will feel guilty if he wanders off and wanders off.

For a whole morning, during his year-long course study, he paddled the most important class.

The classwork in the afternoon was very full, Bai Tingquan just ate something casually and went to class.

The class in the afternoon was about formations. Fortunately, the original owner had learned these things in the Demon Sect and was able to apply them very proficiently, so Bai Tingquan was relieved.

It wasn't until sunset that Bai Tingquan returned to Tingxue Peak leisurely.

Tingxue Peak was much colder than Yangluan Peak, just as he was putting on a snow-white downy cloak and stepping up the climbing steps, he happened to see the young elder who was giving kendo lessons to his disciples in the morning coming down from Tingxue Peak.

Bai Tingquan bowed politely to the elder.

The elder's complexion was not very good, but he still responded to him.

Bai Tingquan slowly stepped up the stone steps.

His face looks small, the warm plush collar surrounds his cheeks, the bright colors of the brocade clothes are hidden under the white fluff, like a pampered young man who was born in the brocade bushes.

After Bai Tingquan climbed to the top of the mountain, he found that Wen Zhiwen's tea was waiting for him.

Bai Tingquan was startled slightly, and saluted.

Wen Zhi nodded to him: "Sit down."

Bai Tingquan sat down as he said.

Wen Zhi asked, "What classes did you have today?"

Bai Tingquan finally came to his senses, it turned out that the teaching elder he met just now came to complain to Wenzhi... I am afraid that his absent-mindedness during the whole paddling has angered him.

No, Wen Zhi was waiting for him, waiting to give him a lecture.

Bai Tingquan pursed his lips: "Master, I have Kendo class in the morning, and formation class in the afternoon."

In Langjianzong, kendo class is the most important existence, and disciples enter Langjianzong to study diligently and hard work, so that one day they can cut mountains and mountains with a sword like Lord Canglang, and live up to their efforts.

Bai Tingquan's eyes brightened slightly, for someone like him who is fooling around, it's best to relegate him to the outer sect to be a handyman disciple.

Bai Tingquan was already imagining a bright future, and the corners of his mouth couldn't hold back, and secretly curled up.

Wen Zhi nodded lightly: "How did you learn?"

Bai Tingquan told the truth: "Master, forgive me for being blunt, it's a bit difficult for students in the kendo class to learn, I'm afraid..."

That's it, that's it, and then Wen Zhi took out what the young elder reprimanded him, and logically expelled himself from the sect!

Before Bai Tingquan finished speaking, Wen Zhi's face remained expressionless, and he showed no anger at all. He lightly brushed the hem of his clothes, stood up, and looked at Bai Tingquan calmly: "Don't be afraid, I will teach you as a teacher."

Bai Tingquan: "..."

???

Because the peak of Tingxue Peak is sharp and steep, there is no special competition venue on Tingxue Peak.

Wen Zhi found an open place and set up a barrier with spiritual power, specially for the competition between the two.

Wen Zhi took out two bamboo swords and threw them to Bai Tingquan across the air. Bai Tingquan hurriedly caught them. Just as he stood still, Wen Zhi's indifferent voice came from the opposite side: "Tingquan, use your sword!" sword, attack me."

Bai Tingquan was hesitating: "Master..."

Wen Zhi was very determined: "You just need to hit me, if you win, I will go to Yangluan Peak to ask for leave for you, especially the kendo class, you don't have to take it anymore."

At this moment, Bai Tingquan's eyes lit up.

He grasped the bamboo sword tightly and saluted: "Master, please enlighten me."

The original master had learned the sword, and Bai Tingquan quickly mastered the essentials. Unfortunately, the original master only learned it for self-defense, and did not make further progress.

This kendo skill is obviously not enough, Wen Zhi's movements are extremely fast, Bai Tingquan can't catch up with Wen Zhi's movements at all, he can't even catch Wen Zhi's clothes.

After a few rounds, Bai Tingquan reluctantly supported the ground with his sword, breathing hard.

Wen Zhi's white clothes beat the snow, and Shi Shiran fell on the opposite side of Bai Tingquan.

"Tingquan, don't just use the sword, try to perceive with your heart."

Crystal beads of sweat appeared on the tip of Bai Tingquan's delicate and small nose. He took a breath and said, "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

In order to defeat Wen Zhi, Bai Tingquan tried to perceive the bamboo sword in his hand with his heart, but this feeling was very mysterious, as if he was walking in a dense fog and trying to push the fog away with his hands.

Suddenly.

A silver-blue brilliance flashed through the thick fog.

Bai Tingquan suddenly opened his eyes, his heart and sword moved.

He exhausted all his strength, and the spiritual power seemed to sense his command at this moment, and flowed into the bamboo sword. The bamboo sword was immediately covered with purple brilliance, and with a "bang", the two swords collided , Wen Zhi did not hide the approval in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Tingquan, come again."

A child who can attach spiritual power to the blade of a sword with just a single swipe from him walks straight into the spirit-leading section, warming his lips and slightly curling up—indeed, there is no point in taking kendo lessons step by step.

This kind of talent and comprehension may be stronger than that of himself back then.

It's a pity that Bai Tingquan was already exhausted, his sword-wielding hand became weak and heavy, he gasped for breath, and finally used all his strength to strike Wen Zhi's sword, but was intercepted halfway.

And he keenly sensed that there was a bamboo sword across his neck.

But at this moment, Bai Tingquan's body instinctively believed that Bai Tingquan was in danger, and his pupils burst out with a bewitching dark purple light.

A tiny purple spiritual flow, carrying the peculiar poison unique to the Demon Sect, flowed into Wen Zhi's body.

Bai Tingquan opened his eyes slightly, and the purple in his pupils dissipated. He wanted to withdraw the spiritual flow, but before he could move, Wen Zhi retracted his sword and said to him as usual: "Tingquan, you can do it!" good."

He didn't seem to notice anything.

Bai Tingquan hesitated to speak: "Master..."

Wen Zhi just glanced at him indifferently, and there was admiration in his tone: "Tingquan, don't take those rumors outside your heart, those disciples often have difficulty distinguishing right from wrong, and those words of attack on you are just echoing what others say."

Bai Tingquan didn't listen at all, his heart was flustered. Although the poison is not fatal, it is like boiling a frog in warm water. It is not easy to be noticed at first, but once it flares up, it is absolutely unbearable pain.

He murmured: "Thank you, Master."

But it doesn't matter, he will find another chance to detoxify Wen Zhi.

I saw Wen Zhi removed the barrier, put away the bamboo sword, and said in a light and pleasant voice, "Tingquan, you don't need to go to Yangluan Peak for your academic practice, you have already encountered many things in the Demon Sect, so you don't need to waste your energy here. "

Bai Tingquan didn't ask any more questions, but Wen Zhi continued: "The teacher will help you clear everything up, don't worry, as for your homework..."

Bai Tingquan's heart trembled when he was caught by Wenzhi's pause.

Wen Zhi met his gaze: "There is no need to worry, as the teacher will teach in person."

Bai Tingquan: "..."

"Yes... Thank you, Master."

Aware of Bai Tingquan's depression and frustration hidden in his words, the light in Wen Zhi's eyes softened, but it quietly disappeared before Bai Tingquan raised his head.

"Tingquan, in half a month it will be the Chinese Dharma Conference held every three years in the Court of Xuan Ye, are you willing to participate?"

Bai Tingquan was slightly taken aback.

According to his impression, the Chinese Fahui, in the original book, is the first key node of his notoriety as cannon fodder.

His first reaction was to refuse.

However, the Hua Fa Conference was held by the Court of Proclamation, which symbolized the supreme honor. Many disciples from small sects crowded their heads and wanted to participate. Moreover, according to the practice of Langjian Sect, the disciples of the five elders must choose the best to participate.

If I had resigned now, I am afraid that the rotten reputation would come earlier.

Bai Tingquan could only nod his head: "The opportunity is rare, and my disciple is willing."

Wen Zhi nodded, and asked Bai Tingquan to go back first.

He only stretched out his left hand when Bai Tingquan's figure disappeared.

A long dark purple thread slowly grew out from under his flesh.

He knows it.

This is the poison of the Demon Sect.

After a long time, Wen Zhi shook his head helplessly.

He chuckled connivingly.

The author has something to say:

You got into trouble, stupid.