It turns out that with Wang Zheng's qualifications, it is impossible to join a sect like Taihua Sect. At most, it is to join an ordinary secular gang, learn some vulgar martial arts secrets, and become a front-line horse who charges.

But he couldn't resist Wang Zheng's childhood sweetheart, Jiang Ting, who was born with spiritual roots, which means he had the so-called innate spiritual roots. By chance, he was discovered by Taihua Sect, and Wang Zheng was lucky enough to enter Taihua Sect.

Wang Zheng and Jiang Ting were both talented and beautiful in their hometown. In addition, they grew up together almost childhood sweethearts, so their relationship was naturally good.

Faced with the temptation of joining the sect and entering the practice of practicing, Jiang Ting did not disappoint their feelings and resolutely proposed to join the Taihua Sect with Wang Zheng.

Although Wang Zheng has no spiritual roots and does not have the talent for cultivating the truth, Taihua Sect is not too good to support such a person.

For a seedling with spiritual roots and in order to show his face more in front of the elders, the original disciple of Taihua Sect waved his hand.

Wang Zheng and Jiang Ting joined Taihua Sect and gloriously became an outer disciple.

The year when they first joined Taihua Sect, their relationship was still stronger than gold.

With the care of Jiang Ting, an inner disciple, Wang Zheng didn't have to do any heavy work in the outer sect, and even had martial arts secrets to practice as soon as he came.

Wang Zheng also cared about Jiang Ting everywhere. Although the sect didn't give much monthly payment every month, Wang Zheng also saved as much as possible and left it to Jiang Ting.

But people will always change, especially after seeing prosperity, there are very few people who can keep their original intentions unchanged.

How many people have forgotten their true hearts because of the wine of fame, the poison of money, and the temptation of power?

Fame, fortune and wealth are full of people's eyes, let alone the magnificence and magic of the world of cultivation?

Wang Zheng looks good, but compared with those senior brothers who practice the secret techniques of the immortal sect, they are indifferent and elegant, they are just like that.

After all, people mainly rely on temperament.

No matter which point you find, Wang Zheng is incomparable to others. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a loser in Taihua Sect.

In addition, the distance between the inner and outer gates was separated by the sky, and a year later, Jiang Ting, who had achieved success in qi training and understood what power was, began to become distant from Wang Zheng intentionally or unintentionally.

And an honest Wang Zheng can only comfort himself with the excuse of not having time to cultivate himself.

Until a few days ago, it was so bloody that Wang Zheng accidentally met Jiang Ting in front of the mountain gate. The dreams and past feelings in his heart were all broken together.

Thinking of this, Wang Zheng couldn't help but shake his head. Although such a plot is bloody, no matter which world it is in, such things are common. At least Wang Zheng has heard too many things before.

While sorting out the memories in his mind, Wang Zheng picked up a crystal clear diamond stone from the table.

"Photograph stone? So, what's inside is the last straw that crushes the camel? What makes an honest man hang?"

Wang Zheng used his thumb and index finger to pick the so-called photo stone, put it not far away in front of him, squinting his eyes and looking at the crystal clear photo stone.

To be fair, if you are angry at the rich and handsome man, you won’t be able to hang yourself if you are hanged.

At most, Wang Zheng, who was the previous one, either knew his shame and became brave, or killed one by one, or he could never recover from now on.

Through the memories in my mind, Wang Zheng knew that the thing in the shadow stone was the real last straw that broke the camel's back.

According to the method of using it in memory, Wang Zheng first injected a trace of true energy into the shadow stone, and then placed the shadow stone again on the table.

Then a ray of light burst out from the shadow stone.

The bright light condenses but does not disperse, and finally a series of vivid pictures are performed above the shadow stone. Whether it is light and shadow or effect in the picture, it all seems like a realistic projection.

"Damn it? Isn't this a magically modified projector? Or a portable one!"

Looking at the changes in the shadow stone, even though Wang Zheng was already prepared, he still subconsciously exclaimed.

But immediately afterwards, Wang Zheng was firmly attracted by the picture projected by the surviving stone.

The background of the picture is a huge mountain gate made of white jade. The mountain gate not only has runes that can only be used for cultivation, but also has magic patterns that exudes the brilliance of magic.

Obviously, this mountain gate combines the power of cultivation and magic, and has outstanding abilities. In Wang Zheng's memory, this mountain gate is the mountain gate of Taihua Sect.

Before the mountain gate, there were many people constantly coming in and out, and among them there were a few blonde and blue-eyed people, obviously from the Western Continent.

Of course, most of the disciples who kept coming in and out of the mountain gate were outer disciples wearing gray clothes.

After all, outer disciples are basically responsible for the vast majority of the internal affairs of the sect, and most of the sect resources are obtained by outer disciples through labor.

At this moment, the center of the picture facing the focus was not the towering mountain gate, but a scene where many outer disciples gathered together.

Obviously, these outer disciples are far away from each other and are watching something.

While the picture kept shaking, it continued to penetrate into the crowd. It was obvious that the photographer of the picture held a photo stone and squeezed into the inside of the crowd.

Finally, through the crowd, the picture suddenly became clear. In the center of the crowd, there were two men and one woman.

One of the men and the women stood shoulder to shoulder, the man was as beautiful as an immortal, and had a slender figure. Although he could not feel the intensity of the man's breath through the picture, just from the slightly swaying feather fan in the man's hand, he was undoubtedly a cultivator with magical instruments on his body.

As for the woman, her temperament was also indifferent and elegant. She was wearing a white robes that belonged to an inner disciple, and her graceful figure appeared faintly.

Even the photographer of the picture paused on the woman's figure for a while.

As for the other man, as the camera rotated, a handsome face finally appeared clearly in the picture.

It’s Wang Zheng himself!

Although Wang Zheng in the picture is tall, his temperament is much worse than that of the man in white.

Not to mention, Wang Zheng, who was originally dressed in gray, was carrying a big sack in the picture.

"Tingting, who is this senior brother?"

In the picture, Wang Zheng's voice slowly came out. Wang Zheng's expression was also visible under the heavy care of the photographer.

It was a face with a complicated expression, with a far-fetched smile on its face, but there were all kinds of contradictory emotions mixed in its eyes.

There is love, joy, hesitation, timidity, and a deep hidden anger and self-deception...

Even if you don’t say anything, you will also run out of your eyes. Just an expression or a sentence, Wang Zheng in the picture expresses too much.

Looking at his performance in the picture, Wang Zheng was watching intently, and an unknown anger arose in his heart.

As an actor who has been playing supporting roles for many years, how can I understand what the last straw that broke the camel's back?
Chapter completed!