Male Supporting Strategy [Quick Transmigration]

Dozens of people?Zhao Bai frowned subconsciously. Although Ning Zhi was not dead, the original story line was greatly changed, and many things that should have happened disappeared directly, but at this time, more than a dozen people will come uninvited and no one hinders. The only possibility is Yunhaishan The head of the world, but also the villain of this world.

In the original story line, the protagonist Tang Jingtong changed his life concept because of the death of Ning Zhi, and devoted himself to the task of cleaning up the monsters and demons all over the land of China. , and the final investigation results point to the head of Yunhaishan.

The purpose of the sect leader was finally revealed to be for power, not only the power of Yunhaishan, but even the power of the entire land of China. That's why he deliberately transferred the master of the twelve peaks to leave Ningzhi alone, causing him to die. At the same time, the demons in the Shenzhou Demon Mountain attacked the Cangzhou Gate with all their nests, killing them.

The head of the sect spent so much effort to secretly tame all the sprites and demons to make them harm. The most important thing is Ning Zhi's death, otherwise everything would be a wedding dress for Ning Zhi, who is more powerful and experienced than himself.

Now that Ning Zhi is still alive, Zhao Bai had expected that the leader would come to find another reason to force Ning Zhi to abdicate, so he asked Tang Jingtong so eagerly that day if there was any medicine that could cure Ning Zhi's eyes.

Unexpectedly, after all, it was still a step slower.

Zhao Bai frowned and said, "Master, go back to the room first, and I will deal with it."

Pressing with his fingers on the jade plate, Ning Zhi crushed the grapes under his fingertips into a puddle of sour juice, and the air was mixed with an astringent taste.Ning Zhi raised the corners of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to smooth Zhao Bai's twitched brows, leaving behind an eye-catching sour taste, then shook his head, and put his hands into the wide sleeves of the Taoist robe.

"No, Yuemo is here for me, go to the bamboo house and open the door to wait for guests."

After finishing speaking, Ning Zhi turned around and walked towards the direction of the bamboo house, Zhao Bai's eyes flickered slightly, and finally followed obediently.

The triple door was wide open, and there was a rare light in the bamboo house. After half a cup of tea, a dozen or so disciples of Yunhai Mountain, dressed in gray-blue Taoist robes and shawls with the pattern of twelve peaks on their heads, all fell on the top of the green peak. Three inches away in front of the door, the movement of putting the sword into the sheath was uniform. If it was on the street, someone would definitely applaud and throw two copper coins.

Among the dozen or so people, the leader is a Taoist robe with white in blue, lighter in color than the people around him, but darker and darker in color, with a face approaching middle age, three open fine lines at the end of the eyes, revealing shrewdness, and on the head She wears a Taiqing fishtail crown style hair crown, but it is a bit smaller than the one on Ningzhi's head.

This person is the current head of Yunhai Mountain, and the Taiqing fishtail crown on his head is to avoid Ning's honor, so he is a little smaller.

"Master, why doesn't Master wear the high-purity hibiscus crown that suits his identity?" Zhao Bai asked in a low voice, seeing that the hair crown on the head of the head was neither fish nor fowl, and reminded Ning Zhi by the way that it was the head of Yunhai Mountain and Guan Yuefeng and his party who arrived.

"They sent a gold one inlaid with red treasures, it's too gorgeous." Ning Zhi said indifferently, and incidentally straightened his body that was originally leaning on the bamboo couch.

As soon as the headmaster landed on the ground, he looked up and saw that the triple doors of the bamboo house were all open. He was taken aback for a moment, and soon put on a friendly smile, bowed to greet Ning Zhi, and the disciples behind him followed suit, but the corners of their mouths twitched when they leaned over. Laugh a little stiff.

The triple doors of the bamboo house run from the lower part to the highest point of the peak, one layer is higher than the other, Ning Zhi is sitting at the line connecting the three doors of the bamboo house, facing the light, his face cannot be seen clearly against the background of his blue and white Taoist robes, in the already compelling Added a bit of majesty to the momentum.

"What's the matter, let's talk about it directly." Ning Zhi's tone was flat at best, and he didn't want to see him at worst, and he didn't even mention letting the head and others come in to talk.

Being so disrespectful, the face of the sect leader froze, and the disciples watching Yuefeng from behind looked at each other with surprise, and leaned their heads closer to discuss in a low voice.

He was so angry that he closed his eyes and let his breath flow, the headmaster swept the disciples behind him left and right with sharp eyes, and when he looked back at Ning Zhi, his face was already smiling, and his gestures and gestures were habitually flattering.

"I heard that Your Majesty is in a state of illness in the battle against the sprites, so I came here to pay a visit."

"Wuhai, are you going back?" Ning Zhi didn't even raise his eyelids, he opened his mouth and continued, and by the way, he turned his body back again, obviously not wanting to say more.

Head: "..."

The scene fell into embarrassment again, the headmaster who was "working hard" to find fault was almost turned white by Ning Zhi, and a lazy meow came from the bamboo house at the right time, and the face of the headmaster became more and more ugly.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Bai coughed lightly, and said with a smile on his face, "Master is joking, the master is not to blame."

As he spoke, he turned around and faced the outside of the room: "As for Master's body, it was just a little wasted that day, but it is now in good condition, so the Sect Leader doesn't need to worry about it."

After Zhao Bai said these words, the face of the sect master finally got better, straightened his sleeves, snorted at Zhao Bai, turned his head away and deliberately shook his face, intending to embarrass Ning Zhi.

Suddenly, the sect leader turned his head and squinted thoughtfully at Zhao Bai several times, his smile gradually became like the charming smile on the front page of Yaogui's painting, revealing evil.

"This..." the head of the sect pretended to hesitate, "how did I hear that your superior has an incurable disease in his eyes? Please don't hide from your superior. If he really has acting skills, Yunhaishan will definitely devote all his efforts to find a cure. During the period , Your Majesty can also cultivate and hide from the world, without having to worry about it."

Zhao Bai sneered in his heart when he heard this, during?If he really complied, Qingfeng will be artificially isolated from the outside world, and this so-called "period" will be manipulated by him, day by day, year by year, until he completely holds Yunhaishan in his palm .

Due to amnesia, Ning Zhi has a deeper understanding of character integration than Zhao Bai. In his memory, he has known this person since he was the head of the sect, and he knows this person better than Zhao Bai. It is easy to see this kind of thinking.

"No problem." Ning Zhi looked quite impatient, he yawned a little exaggeratedly as he was used to, and turned, "I haven't rested in the afternoon, and I'm a little tired now. If there's nothing else, you can go back to Yuefeng first."

Lying without changing his face, Ning Zhi raised his eyes and glanced at the head of the sect, then got up from the bamboo couch, turned around and went into the house.

Outside the triple gate of the bamboo house, the headmaster saw Ning Zhi's attitude, his expression turned cold, just as a gust of wind from the hall brushed over his face that was too vicissitudes for a cultivator, the headmaster took a few deep breaths before he could be called a gentle smile Nothing left, leaving behind a fierce face.

"Since the lord doesn't give face, I can only stop being polite and let's discuss the matter." Saying this, the headmaster flicked his sleeves and turned his back, and nodded towards the dozen or so disciples behind him.

More than a dozen people drew their swords out of their sheaths at the same time, and the blades of the swords trembled and made a sound of "Lingling", as if a large handful of jade fell into a cold pool, piercing the depths of people's ears.Even though Ning Zhi could not see with his eyes, he could clearly hear what was going on outside the bamboo house with just his ears.

After a pause, Ning Zhi turned around, although the emotion was still unclear on his face, but the perfunctory sloppiness just now no longer existed.

The sect master smiled triumphantly, and said: "Your superior body is a model for Yunhaishan, so he has cultivated integrity and become benevolent, and his disciples should all be outstanding. Regardless of their conduct and cultivation, they are as flawless as white jade, so they will not be indebted to Yunhaishan's thousand-year foundation."

"But..." the head of the sect pretended to shake his head and sighed, "I heard that my lord took in a Qing Cang Peak cripple who was fined and confiscated with two souls and five souls, and took him away to teach him day and night, which would be disrespectful. Disgrace the reputation of Yunhai Mountain."

As he spoke, the sect master put one hand behind his back and gently waved the other hand in front of him. He swung his Taoist robe with an elegant posture, but he lost his sense of immortality after all.

Ning Zhi sat back on the bamboo couch, still didn't respond much, looking like he was willing to hear more about it.

The head of the sect is even more proud. It seems that Ning Zhi's cultivation is really damaged, but a dozen disciples in the alchemy stage can make him afraid. This time, he is forced to go to Qingfeng. Lai Ningzhi did not dare to confront him head-on.As for his new apprentice Zhao Bai, he is just a criminal whose soul was drawn out in public at the gate of the mountain.

Thinking in his heart, there was a sneer on the face of the sect master, which was even more vicious. It didn't look like the master of the Eastern Shenzhou sect, but instead looked like those evil cultivators who were full of crooked ways.

"Your Majesty accepts apprentices, and the younger generations have no right to interfere, but please also ask Your Majesty to remove the crown and go back to seclusion, so that the best of both worlds can be achieved." Seeing that Ning Zhi did not respond, he thought that there was nothing to say, the head became more aggressive, and even threw modest words at him. aside.

It was only after these words came out that Ning Zhi's face changed slightly. Although his eyes could not see, they were backed by the light, like sharp knives on the head of the sect.

However, Ning Zhi's reaction was limited to this. He neither spoke viciously and stingily as before, nor did he directly attack.

In the eyes of the sect leader, this is Ning Zhi's resignation, so he raised his chin and said triumphantly: "Fighting against the sprites really hurt the root of your lord, and there are only a dozen or so disciples who have just formed alchemy outside the room, your lord doesn't need to Too fearful."

The chief's tone was very sarcastic, saying that there was no need to be afraid, but he seemed to be deliberately threatening Ning Zhi, the smile in the corner of his eyes could not be hidden, I am afraid that he had seen the scene of himself taking the entire Yunhai Mountain into his pocket too early.

However, as soon as the head master finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of metal crashing and muffled groans behind him. Looking back, the dozen or so disciples of Guanyue Peak fell to the ground neatly like when they drew their swords out of their scabbards, with Yunhaishan in their hands. The specially forged long sword became an indistinguishable sheet of iron on the yellow grass, and the molten iron at the edge was stained with silver and black.

The right hand of those disciples holding the sword was oozing blood from between the fingers, and the other hand was covering their abdomen, struggling not to get up.

The headmaster looked left and right at the prostrate disciples, his expression changed several times, horror, fear, panic, regret, where could he find the pride that overflowed the corners of his eyes just now.

Panickedly turned back to look at Ning Zhi, still sitting on the bamboo couch without moving, but the right sleeve shook a few times, it seemed too frivolous and was carried by the draft, the light was dim and his face was unclear, but he had a sense of immortality bone.

"Cultivator of Immortals..." Ning Zhi lazily opened his mouth, but startled the sect leader, "Lack of eyes does not affect strength. Your master is an example."