Zuozhen woke up under a cliff, and when he woke up, he was a little surprised that he was still alive. But thinking that Shen Lang is a person from Baihuimen, cultivating the Tao of Medicine in the world, just saving people, if he is forced to do so, he will definitely not hurt people's lives, and he will figure it out instantly.

But he is not a chivalrous man who pays attention to the morality of the rivers and lakes, he is the protector of the Demon Dao Shadow Ghost Sect, he pays attention to revenge, and he pays it back, so when he thought of being treated like that by Shen Lang before, coupled with knowing Shen Lang's false intention to surrender, he was even more furious, and he got up from the ground with force and left in a hurry.

He had to hurry back and report the matter back to the sect master, and then break Shen Lang's body into ten thousand pieces to relieve the resentment in his heart.

The towering mountain peak stood in the thick black clouds, and there were more than a dozen black big birds hovering on the top of the mountain, and the big birds flapped their wings and flew away, and a few wails resounded through the night sky, lining the entire Prison Soul Mountain more and more treacherously and terrifyingly.

At the foot of the mountain, a man dressed in black hurriedly arrived, after a few dodges, came to the front of the palace at the top of the mountain, on the plaque above the palace door, several gilded characters are particularly conspicuous in the black clouds, and the three words "Streamer Pavilion" and the environment here really do not match.

Zuo Zhen walked towards the temple gate. The two guards next to the gate of the temple saw the person who came, stepped forward and saluted respectfully, "Left Escort!"

Zuo Zhen waved his hand lightly, motioning them to retreat, and then entered the temple gate and walked towards the main hall.

He did not go to the main hall, but turned right, passed through the zigzag corridor, and went to the side hall.

When I got to the door, I didn't knock on the door, I pushed open the door and walked in.

"I didn't knock on the door, I thought it was who!" A lazy male voice came from inside the hall, and at the same time, a cup flew out of it and struck straight towards Zuozhen.

Taking the cup with one hand, Zuo Zhen drank it with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then walked inside, saying as he walked: "Is the sect master here?"

"I don't know where I died!" The man in the hall was sitting on the couch, the tea was simmering on the coffee table, a little water vapor lingered in the room, and the fragrance of tea overflowed, so that Zuo Zhen, who was a little tired because of the rush, instantly eased a little.

The man wore long black hair, bowed his head slightly, a strand of hair hanging down his shoulders, and he pulled his hair behind him with his hands, revealing a cold white face. is a man, but he has a beautiful face that people fall into, and those peach blossom eyes seem to be filled with a clear spring, and at a glance, he can drag people into an endless abyss.

Zuo Zhen walked over, put the cup on the table, and the man took the opportunity to add tea to him, raised his eyes to look at him, saw that he was covered in mud and some weeds on his head, laughed lightly, and asked, "You look like this, but what happened?"

"Don't mention it, someone has defected!"

"Oh?" still in a calm tone, "is it me or is it something else?"

"It's Baihuimen!"

When he heard Baihuimen, the man's expression changed slightly, he smiled faintly, and returned to his original calm, "The small sect of Baihuimen, why should you be so nervous?" He took a sip of tea and continued: "Besides, so many people in Baihuimen have been poisoned by mandala, they want to detoxify, they must rely on us, what are you afraid of?"

Zuo Zhen shook his head: "No, it may have been like this before, but now, it may not be like this!"

"Lu Jingshan has died a long time ago, I don't believe that there is anyone who can easily solve the bewitchment of the mandala!"

"The poison of the mandala, there is really no solution?" Zuo Zhen asked puzzledly, "When Lu Jingshan was able to refine the poison of the mandala, there must also be an antidote technique!"

"Lu Jingshan's cultivation secrets have long been turned to ashes with that fire, and there will be no second Lu Jingshan in this world!" The man said this very surely, and he didn't even flicker his eyes, and Zuo Zhen became more and more confused when he heard it.

In that case, why did Shen Lang still do this? If there was no way back, why did he do everything to protect those seemingly insignificant people in Mangcun? After thinking about it, Zuo Zhen felt more and more that Shen Lang's rebellion came too suddenly, and there should be another hidden reason in this.

But no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of a reason.

Shen Lang had been dormant in the Prison Soul Mountain for all these years, and he had never done anything suspicious, even if the sect master asked him to cultivate the art of the Demon Dao, use the forbidden technique of the medical path to practice the dying people, and form an army of dead soldiers for the Shadow Ghost Sect, he never resisted. He can do this, but he still has two hearts, which is really incomprehensible.

And now, the only clue can only be the few people I saw in Mangcun that night! Those few people have vaguely some spiritual power, they must all be cultivators, but their spiritual power is not strong, and their cultivation may also be at an average level, and they don't look like important people who need Shen Lang to risk their lives.

But the more unexpected things are, the more people care.

Zuo Zhen thought to himself for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, the man in front of him had already gotten up and didn't know where he went, and when his voice sounded, Zuo Zhen found that he had changed into a dark red dress, and the hair that had been draped casually before was also tied up, looking more and more energetic, the outline of the whole face became clearer, and the handsome face seemed to be more fascinating. In this way, it seems that he is preparing to go out.

"Where?"

"Eat!together?"

"You go, I'd better wait for the sect master to come back and tell the truth about this matter before I go!" Zuo Zhen got up, looked at the dirty clothes on his body, shook with some disgust, and said, "I'd better go and change first!"

The man looked at him and smiled slightly, "Come on, then I'll go by myself! I heard that a new tavern has opened at the foot of the mountain, so I'll try it for you first!"

When the man had finished speaking, he turned around and went out of the temple gate, leaving without looking back.

Zuo Zhen looked at his back, shook his head helplessly and smiled, but there was doting in his eyes.

Everyone in the sect said that there were two guardians of the Shadow Ghost Sect, one acted vigorously and resolutely, and the other acted gently and unhurriedly, one was so fierce that people could smell it, and the other was so gentle that it made people feel like a spring breeze...... In short, these two people are very different in appearance and temperament. But the two are so different, but they rarely get along well, and there has never been a conflict or contradiction.

It's also strange.

Zuo Zhen returned to his dormitory, instructed a few attendants to prepare hot water and clean clothes, and prepared a good bath and a change of clean clothes.

At this moment, in front of the Streamer Pavilion, a person covered in a black robe slowly walked towards the palace door, and under the steady and powerful pace, he drove the cloak to cause an inexplicable gust of wind, and a powerful momentum slowly emanated from his body with the pace of the comer.

Under the robe, a pair of eyes with a hint of red that can perceive people's hearts are slightly exposed.

The two guards in front of the hall held their breath, not even daring to breathe.