Zhang Liang was in a coma for three days.

In the early morning of the fourth day, he woke up leisurely and found a familiar middle-aged man standing beside him, who was the Evil Emperor Shi Zhixuan!

"You're finally awake?"

Shi Zhixuan looked at Zhang Liang who woke up, and couldn't help but smile, it was really a blessing for him to have such an outstanding disciple.

Zhang Liang didn't answer, looked around, and found himself in a spacious room with several landscape paintings hanging on the walls, adding some elegance to the whole room.

"This is the Holy Gate, and you are the young master of the Holy Gate!"

Shi Zhixuan didn't care about Zhang Liang's indifference, he chuckled, then sat down and put his hand on the latter's wrist, probed with his true qi, and found that the injury was gradually improving, and then he was relieved.

Young Master of the Holy Gate!

Zhang Liang was taken aback, and just wanted to show that he was not interested in this position, when he suddenly remembered the bet he made with the other party, if he lost in the competition, then he would be willing to become the young master of the Holy Gate.

This lottery makes him regret it a little now.

The lottery head promised by the other party is to retire from the rivers and lakes after losing, and never meddle in the affairs of the martial arts again, but what does this have to do with him, he is really salty and eats radishes.

"By the way, how is Wanwan?!"

At this time, Zhang Liang suddenly remembered the witch Wan Wan who blocked Fan Qinghui's sword for him, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

Shi Zhixuan glanced at Zhang Liang with interest, and said with a smile: "What, what do you think of that girl?"

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Shi Zhixuan with some dissatisfaction, he felt that this evil emperor had taken the wrong lines, why was he so gossipy.

When Shi Zhixuan saw Zhang Liang's eyes, he couldn't help coughing dryly, and said, "I'm just purely concerned about my apprentice's lifelong affairs, this is always in the past, right?"

Zhang Liang glanced at him, such a lame reason was also something that Shi Zhixuan's generation of evil emperors could think of.

Shi Zhixuan felt so bored, and he couldn't make fun of his apprentice, so he had to stand up and say, "You can take care of your injuries, Wan Wan's injuries are much lighter than yours, and she is now healing her injuries in the Yin Sect." ”

With that, he left the room.

When Zhang Liang heard this, he was immediately relieved, and then he suddenly realized that the world in front of him was actually a few more faint bloodshots.

This bloodshot usually doesn't seem to exist, but when he gazes at something, it manifests, as if the whole world is divided into parts.

Unconsciously, the world in his eyes has become different from others.

Enchanted!

Zhang Liang naturally knew what kind of changes had happened to him, when he was at the top of Mount Tai, because Fan Qinghui sneak attacked, he hurt the witch Wan Wan who was protecting him, so he broke out with a strong killing intent, resulting in a demon.

Once when he was in the Amorous Villa, he experienced a state of enchantment, but it didn't last as long as this time, and it didn't go as deep as this time.

Zhang Liang got up and sat next to the bronze mirror, and found that there were four bloodshots in his eyes!

Left and right, two each!

He didn't know what this change meant, but he knew that it was indelibly linked to demonic nature.

In the first twenty days at the old man's house, he felt that he had almost wiped out the demonic nature, but he never thought that this thing was hidden so deeply, if it wasn't for Wan Wan's injury, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to notice.

"Knock knock!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and then, a woman dressed as a maid came in from outside the door, he glanced at Zhang Liang in front of the bronze mirror, and said respectfully: "Young master, the slave maid is ordered to serve you." ”

Zhang Liang glanced at the maid and found that the other party was quite playful and cute, and he was about twenty-eight years old, about the same as his descendants in the amorous villa.

After washing, Zhang Liang did not continue to stay in the room, the injuries on his body, he himself could not be clearer, now the external injuries are basically healed, and the internal injuries are gradually recovering, no need to lie in bed.

Led by the playful maid, Zhang Liang came to a lake, and he found that the residence of the Flower School was beautiful and pleasant, and it was no less than his amorous villa.

In the center of the lake, there is a pavilion with a guqin on it, but no one plays in it.

Zhang Liang was about to walk over, but found that the maid next to him hurriedly grabbed him, shaking her head like a rattle.

"What, can this still be a forbidden place?!"

He glanced at the little maid with some puzzlement, and didn't understand why the other party was stopping him, could it be that there was something special about this pavilion.

The little maid's expression tightened, and she nodded vigorously!

"Is it really a forbidden place?"

Zhang Liang smiled dumbly, then nodded to indicate that he would not go, and asked the other party to let go of his hand.

The little maid let go of her hand at this time, and looked at the gazebo not far away with palpitations, a little glad that the young master did not ask for trouble.

"What's your name?"

Zhang Liang asked.

"Uh...?"

"Uh, what... What's your name?"

"Love flowers!"

"Lotus?!"

"Love flowers... Attached love, flowering flowers!"

.....

After some explanation, Zhang Liang realized that the pavilion was a place where Shi Zhixuan often went, and occasionally played a song, but people from the sect were never allowed to go up.

"Since ancient times, there has been affection and empty hatred, and this hatred is endless!"

Zhang Liang looked at the guqin in the pavilion, and couldn't help but chant a patchwork poem, it was not difficult for him to guess that this place was a sad place for a generation of evil emperors to remember their lovers.

"Good poetry, good poetry indeed!"

At this time, a figure sounded behind the two.

Zhang Liang looked back and saw Shi Zhixuan, who was wearing a light ink-colored robe, quietly looking at the pavilion in the lake, looking a little sad.

"Zong... Sect Master!"

The little maid on the side, Lianhua, shouted a little nervously, she knew that the other party did not allow others to approach here, even if the two did not go in.

Shi Zhixuan waved his hand, motioned for Lianhua to retreat, and said to Zhang Liang: "If you don't care for your injuries, why did you come here?"

Zhang Liang glanced at the other party calmly and said, "I know my injuries very well, I won't get better for a while, and it's useless to lie on the bed." ”

Shi Zhixuan nodded, walked into the pavilion, and waved his hand at Zhang Liang later, signaling him to enter.

After Zhang Liang walked into the pavilion, he asked with some confusion: "Didn't you allow others to get close to here?"

Shi Zhixuan smiled bitterly and said, "It's true that I don't allow others to come close here, but you are my apprentice, and you are the most important person to me except my daughter Qing Xuan, so it doesn't hurt to come here." ”

When Zhang Liang heard Shi Zhixuan's words, he was a little speechless, he didn't know what to say, words of comfort, the true relationship between Concubine Xuan and him... After thinking for a long time, he still stood there quietly and did not speak.

Later, Shi Zhixuan put his hand on the guqin.

Suddenly, a melodious piano sounded, echoed in the gazebo, and then floated to the small lake, in the mountains and forests.

While enjoying the sound of the piano, Zhang Liang suddenly found that the internal force in his body fluctuated slightly, and a strange true qi actually circulated in his body.

The true qi of the Immortal Seal Method!