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

The poison on Wen Zhi's body is easy to detox.

Bai Tingquan has a prescription, but it still needs a few rare spirit herbs.

But in the world's number one sect, the Langjian Sect, it is easy to obtain these spiritual herbs.

At night, I heard that the snow on the Xuefeng became a little heavier, and the snow particles were rough and hard like sand in the desert.

Taking advantage of the night, Bai Tingquan went down to Tingxue Peak.

He wanted to put on a cloak, but when the wind and snow hit him, he suddenly felt that he was not as unbearably cold as before.

Bai Tingquan was a little surprised. He looked inside his dantian, but found that he had reached the first level of Yinling.With spiritual body protection, he no longer has to resist these winds, snows and colds with sex.

Although weak, it is better than nothing.

what happened……

Could it be thanks to the exchange of ideas with Wen Zhi?

According to the original book, this cannon fodder is ignorant and incompetent. Although he is talented, he is lazy and procrastinating. All his bad habits are caused by the Demon Sect.It is basically impossible to have the spiritual power suitable for practicing swordsmanship so easily from zero to existing while already having magic cultivation skills in the body.

what happened?

Could it be that he is really a peerless genius, the kind who knows everything?

Bai Tingquan let out a soft "hiss", pursed his lips silently, put on his big cloak, and rushed towards Dancao Peak.

It was very late at night, and most of the lower-level disciples had already rested and slept, and those big disciples who didn't need to sleep or eat after bigu were also replacing sleep with meditation.Therefore, there is only one small Taoist boy guarding the medicine hall in Dancao Peak. He is drowsy, numb and dull, and drives away mosquitoes with his hands.

Bai Tingquan walked slowly into the medicine hall, his eyes were bright and focused, staring at the little Taoist boy, and said: "Little senior, do you dare to ask if there is Tianshu grass in this medicine hall?"

Xiao Daotong didn't set up any defenses, his eyes were too sleepy to open, and he could only vaguely see a white figure standing in front of him. Dao became an immortal, and what he saw was an immortal in the sky.

He said bluntly, "Yes, yes... How much do you want?"

Bai Tingquan reported four more in a row, and the answers he got were all affirmative, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a warm voice, "Tianshucao is six coins, and the other four are four coins each."

Xiao Daotong responded slowly, weighed each of them with a small medicine scale, carefully wrapped them, and handed them to Bai Tingquan respectfully: "The herbs you want."

Bai Tingquan didn't answer, he asked again: "Can the medicine stove still be turned on?"

Xiao Daotong seemed to have just realized something, blinked, and finally regained consciousness, he nodded: "It can be opened, there are no appointments from disciples recently, and the medicine stove is all free."

Only then did Bai Tingquan feel relieved, he took a pen and paper, and carefully wrote down the ratio and heat: "Then trouble you, follow this recipe."

The medicine hall of Dancao Peak can make alchemy, and Bai Tingquan has also learned it in Mozong, but he is not good at it. On average, he will blow up the furnace once every five times of refining. Bai Tingquan does not want to take these risks on Tingxue Peak. I didn't bother to worry about these troublesome things, so I simply handed everything over to the medicine hall.

The little drug boy agreed: "Okay, it's not difficult, then I'll trouble you to come and pick it up tomorrow."

Bai Tingquan nodded calmly: "Okay, that's troublesome."

After seeing off Bai Tingquan, the little drug boy came back to his senses, as if he had been slapped in the face. He looked at the prescription carefully from the beginning to the end, and seemed to recall the "spring" on the silver-blue waist tag on the man's waist. ", his expression suddenly became panicked and helpless, he hastily closed the door of the medicine hall, put away the spirit herbs, and staggered towards Tingxue Peak with the prescription.

Bai Tingquan fell asleep right after he came back from the medicine hall. The discussion with Wen Zhi this afternoon really took too much energy from him, and the mattress was very soft, so he fell asleep comfortably.

Therefore, he would not know that the Xiaodao boy from the medicine hall chased Ting Xuefeng and went to see Wen Zhi.

Xiao Daotong was so cautious that he didn't dare to breathe, and carefully presented the prescription in front of Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi's brows were furrowed at first, but after he finished reading the prescription, his brows relaxed, and even the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely rare smile.

Xiaodaotong was shocked: "Mr. Canglang..."

Wen Zhi carefully folded the prescription according to the original creases, pushed it back to Xiaodaotong, and said in a gentle voice, "Why did you come to see me?"

Xiao Daotong frowned and said: "Mr. Canglang, Bai Tingquan..."

Wen Zhi closed his eyes, suddenly put down the pen in his hand, and raised his eyelids to look at him again: "He is Ting Xuefeng's eldest disciple."

Xiao Daotong immediately knew that he had said something wrong, and changed his words in a frightened instant: "...Brother Tingquan."

Only then did Wen Zhi pick up the pen again, and said plainly, "How?"

"Senior Brother Tingquan was born in the Demon Sect. This disciple took a second look at the prescription. Among them, Tianshu Grass and Dark Star Grass are the most commonly used herbs in the production of poison by the Demon Sect. The disciple is worried that Senior Brother Tingquan will do something restless. ..."

Wen Zhi paused for a moment, then said indifferently, "There are three other kinds, what are those three for?"

Xiao Daotong's smile froze all of a sudden: "Disciple... I have little talent and learning, and I haven't studied it yet."

Wen Zhi has always had a good temper with the disciples in the sect. Even though it is said that he is cold-faced, ice-berg, and difficult to get along with, the disciples of the Langjian Sect know that Lord Canglang is very good. He will not be really angry at anything, and he will not put on airs like some elders.

But this time.

Wen Zhi raised his eyes, his voice implying reproach, and he was decisive and severe: "Not all the people in the Demon Sect are heinous, and you are not good at learning and came here with prejudice, so you know that the other three medicinal herbs are not only found in the Demon Sect. , even Langjianzong uses them as raw materials for some pure and calm pills?"

"If all the disciples of Ruolang Sword Sect are like you, they act hastily and have little knowledge. How many people's wishes have they ignored?"

Xiao Daotong was too frightened to speak by the coercion emanating from Wen Zhi's body, he hurriedly admitted his mistake, the sharp light in Wen Zhi's eyes dissipated, he picked up his pen to write, and at the same time said to Xiao Daotong: "It's too late, go back and rest , there is no problem with this prescription, just follow Quan's instructions."

Seeing Xiaodaotong leave, Wen Zhi slowly opened his left sleeve, and gently pressed the fingers of his right hand on the black line in the center of the wrist.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand.

The corners of the lips were hooked, the thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and she shook her head slightly.

His little apprentice still has a bit of conscience.

On the way back to Dancao Peak tremblingly, Xiaodaotong doubted his experience just now.

He actually made Master Canglang angry.

Thinking of Lord Canglang's eyes, he shivered again.

Bai Tingquan Bai Tingquan... What kind of abilities do you have...

When Bai Tingquan woke up the next day, he felt sore and limp all over, especially his right hand holding the sword, which could hardly be lifted.But after the weak spiritual power in his body went through a cycle, it would relieve his body aches a bit.

After Bai Tingquan finished washing, he picked out his favorite red long coat, raised his almost useless right arm, and tied a loose and crooked high ponytail.

He knew that he couldn't escape today.

Rao Bai Tingquan was prepared in his heart, but when he opened the door and saw Wen Zhi standing proudly in front of his door, the two of them looked at each other for a split second.

Wen Zhi was indifferent and cold, looking at him calmly.

But Bai Tingquan had a feeling that his soul was out of his body.

He stammered: "Master... Master."

Wen Zhi snorted the word "um", without further ado, he threw a bamboo sword at Bai Tingquan.

Bai Tingquan's face was crying, his face was so beautiful that he couldn't distinguish between male and female, and his face was broken, which made people feel like rushing to pinch it.

It was still the same as yesterday, the two were sparring and fighting, but Bai Tingquan was not in a good state and seemed unable to cheer up. The red clothes fluttered in the air, and the sword moves he made were all soft and powerless.

Wen Zhi frowned slightly.

Bai Tingquan's strength was no longer available, and he couldn't attach his spiritual power to the sword like yesterday. He just waved the sword in vain, sighing as he swung.

Wen Zhi said softly: "Listen to the spring, cheer up."

This sentence gave Bai Tingquan some strength for a short time, but after one blow, the strength dissipated.

The blade had no eyes, and when Bai Tingquan retracted the bamboo sword with his backhand, he accidentally cut the crooked ribbon.

The three thousand moss lost its restraint and slid down like a waterfall. The black and red formed a stark contrast, but it made Bai Tingquan's delicate and beautiful face even more apparent.

Wen Zhi looked away from Bai Tingquan, raised his hand to close the barrier.

Bai Tingquan pursed his lips: "Master, this disciple may not be able to learn swords, nor is he good at learning swords."

Wen Zhi walked to his side slowly: "Why?"

Bai Tingquan straightened his waist: "Master, I am a demon cultivator, although a capable disciple can take care of both, but... disciple... disciple is dull, disciple cannot."

He found that learning sword is really a troublesome thing.He wanted to give up, he had always been a person who was afraid of trouble, and he was also a person who would never treat himself badly.

He regretted it a little now, regretting why when Xiang Yuhuai wanted him to be a handyman disciple in the outer sect when he was on Mount Weizhu, he didn't fully agree.

Wen Zhi didn't say anything, just gently took out a simple wooden hairpin, ran his cool hands through Bai Tingquan's long hair, and said in a deep and sweet voice, "Tingquan, stand still."

Bai Tingquan didn't get Wen Zhi's positive response, his heart beat a little, but he was caught off guard and felt a burst of warmth on the back of his neck.

Wen Zhi is fixing his hair? ?

Bai Tingquan didn't dare to move, and called out in doubt: "Master?"

Wen Zhi's personality is cold, but his movements are very gentle, as if he is afraid of hurting Bai Tingquan.

Soon, Wen Zhi tied up Bai Tingquan's hair with a wooden hairpin.

Bai Tingquan's hair is soft and obedient, unlike his master.

Wen Zhi raised the corners of his mouth in a small arc.

Bai Tingquan turned around with red ears, subconsciously took a step back, and distanced himself from Wen Zhi.

"Thank you, Master."

Wen Zhi lowered his eyes to look at him: "Tingquan, since you have come under my seat, you must not let your heart of abandoning swordsmanship be abandoned. You are my personal disciple. It was my negligence that I didn't notice your state today."

Bai Tingquan looked up at Wen Zhi.

Could it be that Wen Zhi brought him from the Demon Sect because he really wanted to cultivate him into a light of righteousness? ? ?

"Tingquan, although the Huafa meeting in half a month is just a banquet, there will definitely be civil and military struggles, so don't take it lightly." Wen Zhi looked at him and sighed softly, "Tingquan, these days, you Still need to practice more.”

It is impossible not to learn the sword.

Bai Tingquan pursed his lips, drooped his eyes, and said a little dejectedly: "I know, Master, this disciple is willing to practice diligently, prove his strength, and not embarrass Master in the Chinese Dharma Conference."

Once he goes to the Huafa Association, he will only become a stepping stone for the protagonist to become famous, and he will become notorious, which will only make him the laughing stock of the entire cultivation world.

He obviously didn't want to learn sword anymore.

But when I thought about rejecting Wen Zhi...

Forget it, let's be a good boy first and look for opportunities.

The author has something to say:

Disciple A: balabalabala, Bai Tingquan balabalabala

Wen Zhi looked up: What did you call him?

Disciple A trembled in fear: Brother Tingquan!

Wenzhi is satisfied: continue.

Bai Tingquan: Well...it doesn't have to be...

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Suddenly found that the realm of cultivation has not been written, respectively

Yinling, Apocalypse, Ziying, Bigu, Yaoguang, Tianshu, Crossing Jie, Mahayana, Zixu, Dongxu, Ascension