The black thread that Duan Baili transformed into flew very fast, but a ball of golden light flew even faster. The golden light flying from somewhere in the middle of Siming Mountain wrapped the black thread, like a lump of black sesame and yellow rice dumplings, and spun around. And fall back to where it was.
No wonder Mo Changchun just stood at the door of the Patrol Palace with his hands folded, not in a hurry to stop him. He obviously knew that the Golden Light Society would take action.
"You look dead, with your hands behind your back." Wang Qing muttered: "If I didn't see your shameless look as a protagonist of the previous generation, how could I have reluctantly sided with you."
But Mo Changchun looked back at him as if he had feelings in his heart, and said with a smile: "It seems that what you said before is not entirely false."
If disaster strikes from heaven, I will fight against it. I will cultivate immortality for all eternity, so why not regret this life... Wang Qing dared to shout that sentence just now, which really made Mo Changchun look at him with admiration. Attack is not something ordinary people can do.
Moreover, the look that this boy just looked at Duan Baili was rich in content and complex in meaning. He was like glue and couldn't speak. It was as if he had agreed with himself. Many of his original designs were actually not used. The opportunity came. .
He only needed an excuse today. Since such a big thing happened in the Xunshan Palace, Duan Baili and himself would not be able to escape the sect's supervision no matter what. It would be impossible for Duan Baili to hide his demonic energy.
This is why Duan Baili ran away without hesitation when seeing the three mountain patrol elders taking action.
"Think carefully about the details of the encounter between Duan Baili and the spy."
Wang Qing felt that this sound was ringing in his heart. He glanced at Mo Changchun blankly, and as expected, he just smiled but did not say a word.
Transmit a message into a secret?
Brother Chun, you know a lot, you are nothing like the small middle-level people of the fourth-grade sect. No, once Duan Baili left, the position of the master of the Xunshan Hall - Wu Cao, what a Mo Changchun, the struggle in the workplace was unexpected It was played so ruthlessly.
So scary.
Soon, several rays of light came from all directions. One of them carried the golden light that had just been shot. The standing meeting of the Patrol Hall was immediately upgraded to a high-level meeting of Siming Mountain.
It was also the first time for Wang Qing to meet these senior officials, especially the leader Yue Zongcheng. He was absent from the entrance ceremony without any reason, and asked the leader of the Three Palaces to deliver the speech. It was really disappointing. In his previous life, he would have been scolded. Hot search.
After a while, except for the Yuan Ying Patriarch and the two Supreme Elders, all the other five senior officials arrived.
Yue Zongcheng sat down in the middle and said, "Elder Mo is here."
Mo Changchun bowed politely before speaking eloquently: "Previously, Sun Changkong, a disciple of the sixth generation, and others went down the mountain for training and were attacked by disciples of the Earth Demon Sect on the side of the sect. Changchun was already suspicious. Although the disciples of the Demon Sect were all incompetent. Reasonable, inexplicably crazy, but if there is no reason to come, it is almost impossible to appear so close to my sect.
After careful investigation, Changchun found that there were some doubts about the actions of Duan Baili of the Xunshan Sect, especially the several operations involving the destruction of the Earth Demon Sect's strongholds. They often happened unexpectedly and achieved half the result with twice the result. Most of them had their own handiwork, but in the end Don't act without conclusive evidence.
Two months ago, seventh-generation disciple Wang Qing reported that another seventh-generation disciple was acting suspiciously and seemed to be observing and collecting information about our sect's genius disciples. Changchun used the trick to lure the snake out of the hole, and it turned out that Duan Baili was not very good at investigating. Even during the torture, I was determined to commit manslaughter..."
Mo Changchun explained the whole story clearly. Head Yue nodded slightly and then looked gently at Wang Qing beside him: "Wang Qing, you don't have to be afraid. Tell me about the meeting between Duan Baili and the spy."
After Wang Qing learned that Mo Changchun wanted to reward him with another achievement, he had already prepared the draft. At this time, he said that the dark and windy night was the time for the undercovers to mate, oh no, it was a good time to exchange goods and letters. , and he was looking at the moon and nostalgic for the past, feeling that his ancestors had fought hard to create the foundation of the sect. We, the younger disciples, must wholeheartedly pursue the Tao and repay the sect for cultivating us, blah blah blah...
Then he saw two dark figures. Through the moonlight, he was sure that one of them was the secret spy. He didn't see the other clearly at the time. It wasn't until he had the courage to take a look at Duan Baili's appearance that he finally Suddenly he recalled the appearance of that person, it was Duan Baili. With the heart of being loyal to the sect, he sacrificed his life and shouted loudly, so that he could be lucky enough to help Elder Mo defeat the rebellion.
It's all duty, duty, and the credit is not big, it's really not big.
Wang Qing's words are truly full of reason and truth, touching the heart, touching the heart, and portraying a full and three-dimensional image of a disciple who loves his sect, loves his fellow disciples, and is determined to fight for a better tomorrow in Siming Mountain throughout his life.
Mo Changchun and Zhou Qingcang secretly looked at each other, showing a hint of helplessness. Monkeys will climb up when they see a pole.
Head Yue was very patient. After listening to Wang Qing's rich description, he encouraged him a few words and said he would be rewarded before waving his hand for him to exit first.
After Wang Qing exited the Xunshan Hall, his face was dull. He didn't stop for a moment and went directly to the Academy of Jiuyuan Mansion. He didn't slowly spit out a mouthful until he saw Minglan Hua'er who was busy in the silkworm room and his several baskets of silkworm babies. Take a long breath, as if you want to empty your heart and lungs.
Cultivation of immortality, life hangs on a thread.
Mo Changchun seemed to be getting benefits for him, but he may not have really thought about his safety. Just now, two monks who were in the middle stage of the alchemy formation were fighting to the death in front of him. It only took a little accident and he was gone.
Gone.
What supporting roles, protagonists, what dark magic opportunities, spiritual mystical magic, what is the richest man among seven generations of disciples, what is the plan to become a leader in the dragon sect, accumulate knowledge, then join the upper sect and slowly develop... all came to nothing.
Still not strong enough.
Where the spiritual god is, a heart seal gradually glows, and fluorescent stars appear out of thin air, strengthening his spiritual god little by little.
This is the spirit of competition!
Wang Qing somewhat understood that this heart seal seemed to be not only used to carve the thirteen Gu seals, or in other words, it could not only be practiced by raising Gu seals.
Understanding the original mind seems to be the true meaning of the heart seal.
Huh... I'm so weak, it must be because I haven't found the real protagonist yet.
The heart seal trembled slightly.
After Mingjiao Xi finished his work step by step, he glanced at him: "Why are you so quiet today?"
"Hahaha." Wang Qing calmed down and laughed three times: "How about it? This is the method I developed to get out of singleness."
"How to say?"
Wang Qing explained seriously: "Everyone is curious. You act warm and talkative in front of the same person every day, so that she gets used to it. Then suddenly one day, you don't say a word, and then the other person You must be curious, and if you are curious all your life, you will be able to make a fire, and then whether you are talking about the stars or the moon, or talking about history and philosophy from poetry, songs and rhymes, countless possibilities will arise."
Ming Jiaoxi rolled his eyes. When he came over, he looked like he was in a state of despair and panic. In the blink of an eye, he made this ridiculous look again, and his mind was very heavy.
"So that's it. Although your method didn't help you find a Taoist partner, it did save you. I thought about it, if you don't keep quiet today, I may have reached the limit of my tolerance and I will kill you right now. , this is also a possibility derived from your method of getting out of singles, right? When a person dies, there is no need to get out of singles."
"..."
Wang Qing made a sewing gesture next to his lips.
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Half a decade later, Wang Qing unexpectedly received a reward from the sect from Ming Jiaoxi.
"Where's Deacon Mo? I miss him very much."
Ming Jiaoxi gave him a meaningful look, which almost made Wang Qing feel hairy before she said: "Mo Changchun went down the mountain and tortured several Earth Demon Sect strongholds from Duan Baili. The sect sent him to lead Please go and clean it up. Oh, I forgot to tell you that now he is the Zongzheng of Xunshan Palace and no longer serves as the deacon of Jiuyuan Palace."
Sure enough, I got promoted.
"I'm so happy," Wang Qing's eyes widened: "In the future, we will also have someone to support us. Sister Ming, you said Deacon Mo, oh, should be called Mo Zongzheng, will he pretend not to know us?"
Ming Jiaoxi no longer struggled with the strange title of "Sister Ming".
"Just go and try it, but you have to be careful of the 108 tortures in the Xunshan Palace." Ming Jiaoxi frightened him, and then waved his hand to Wang Qing to get out: "Go back and count the money, don't do it here It’s an eyesore. Oh, and tomorrow you can go to the Siming Peak Cathedral to report, don’t forget.”
The first hall is what Mo Changchun calls the sect's training echelon, where the real elite of Siming Mountain disciples are.
I don’t know if there is a character who is more like the protagonist than Ye Fei. At least my human flesh trading market should be able to expand the customer base, Wang Qing thought to himself while holding a bag of rewards.
The shock of half a month ago seemed to disperse like clouds and stars.
