Even the devil will cry after losing his memory

"Honorable Lord?" Seeing that Yan Liang hadn't answered for a long time, Nan Qing couldn't help but ask a few more questions, not understanding why he suddenly lost his mind.

Yan Liang withdrew his consciousness and didn't continue to think about it, because he didn't think he would have the chance to meet that saint. If he could feel familiar again, it might be because he fought too hard with him before he lost his memory. As for the deep impression, that's why I still feel familiar until now.

But Nan Qing didn't let go of Yan Liang's anomaly so easily. Seeing that Yan Liang didn't answer, he asked a few more words in a low voice, but this time before Yan Liang could speak, the saint walking in front suddenly said: "My lord, What do you think?"

Just now Yan Liang and Nan Qing were still talking in low voices, one was absent-minded and the other was reluctant, now they heard the saint suddenly called Yan Liang by his name, both of them were a little confused.

Fortunately, there was He Zhi beside him, who coughed lightly and reminded: "The question is whether the Lord thinks the environment of this villa is not bad."

Yan Liang quickly entered the state, and said indifferently: "That's all, even if I burn it, there is nothing to feel sorry for, right?"

The faces of the righteous disciples who followed became more rigid, but the saint didn't seem to take Yan Liang's words seriously. He continued to walk forward, and after a few steps, he turned back and said to Yan Liang: "It may be very difficult for the lord to be behind. It’s hard to appreciate the scenery here, why not walk side by side with me, maybe you can hear it more clearly.”

Yan Liang frowned and couldn't quite understand the meaning of the saint, but he took the initiative to say such a sentence, Yan Liang seemed to have no reason to show timidity in front of the crowd.

Although he was indeed a little timid in his heart.

He looked helplessly at Nan Qing and He Zhi, and saw that they all gave him encouraging eyes, so Yan Liang could only come to the saint, and then went forward to listen to the saint's introduction of the things here.

In the following time, the sage took Yanliang into several courtyards. This manor was already spacious, and there were righteous disciples from all over the courtyards. Yanliang didn't have much interest in seeing it, but Because I couldn't refuse, I could only continue shopping with the saint.Originally, I thought that the stroll would not last long, but who would have thought that for some reason, the head of the Zhuangtan sect seemed to be full of interest, and did not give everyone time to sit down and rest. After visiting a few nearby courtyards, he would go on Go to the inner courtyard.

Yan Liang was actually a bit tired, he was already pale when he went out today, that was because of the bony pain he had last night, although the bone pain has completely healed this morning, the remaining weakness has not weakened in the slightest.

It was also before going out that Nan Qing took out rouge from her luggage to touch up Yan Liang's face, which prevented him from being seen by everyone.

But I don't know why the head of Zhuang Dan's family hurriedly let Yan Liang go around, as if he was deliberately trying to consume Yan Liang's physical strength, so that he could show his flaws.

Yan Liang was a little worried, not only Nan Qing had already noticed Zhuang Dan's intentions, they wanted to stop Zhuang Dan from continuing to take people for a walk, but Yan Liang personally agreed to go, if at this time Stopping, let people confirm that Yan Liang is indeed unwell.

He Zhi's brows were tightly frowned, and Nan Qing had already clenched her fists, holding the fire in her heart and looking at the sect master Zhuang Dan who still had a kind face on her face.

They had already walked around the villa for most of the time, and Yan Liang's pale complexion could no longer hold back the rouge. They had just come out from the disciples of Leihuoshan Villa, and just as they were thinking that there seemed to be no place to go any further, Zhuang Dan suddenly He opened his mouth and said: "Xie Zun, I think that there are actually a few disciples from Tianwen Mountain in this Qingzhou city, why don't you come and see with me?"

Yanliang felt that if he continued walking like this, his bone pain seemed to flare up again. He hadn't recovered completely, but now that he was being tossed about like this, he really didn't want to go anywhere again.

That is to say, he is still forced to pretend to be an evil master, so that he can barely maintain a cold face. If he didn't need this disguise, he would have already been crying and clamoring to go back to Wen Lingyuan.

He tried his best not to show his emotions, and when he heard Zhuang Dan's words, his heart sank, and he reluctantly said in a low voice: "Okay..."

But just as he was about to say that, another voice suddenly came from beside him: "Not good."

This time even Zhuang Dan didn't expect it, everyone looked up following the voice, and then saw the Tianwen Mountain Saint who said the words standing in front of the crowd, said with a smile but no doubt : "Rest first, I'm tired."

After he finished speaking, he happened to pass by a certain hall where he could sit idle, and immediately led the people inside: "This is just right for you to rest."

There was no room for doubt, he had already turned his head and said to Yan Liang: "My lord, please."

Yan Liang pretended to laugh at the saint for being too delicate, and followed the saint to sit down and rest, but in fact, even he himself did not believe that the saint was neither injured nor sick, and his cultivation base was even better than that of the one present. Everyone outside Yanliang was strong, even Zhuang Dan and other people didn't say that they were tired. If he said that he was tired, naturally few people would believe him.

But now that he said so, no one dared to question him.

Although he didn't know why, but from Yan Liang's point of view, this person was clearly helping him.

Is it an illusion?But why would the saint know his physical condition?What purpose do you want to help him?Mountain: and: three: タ.

Yan Liang couldn't figure it out, but it didn't stop him from sitting down and resting.

For the rest of the day, although Yan Liang had to follow the others to check around, because the saint often stopped and said he wanted to rest without changing his expression, even though Yan Liang's body had not recovered, he still could not recover. He didn't feel too tired, and even after returning to his residence at night, he felt that he seemed to have recovered a little compared to last night.

At the end of the day, Yan Liang still hadn't made a decision, and he didn't want to let go at all. The righteous people had no choice but to send Yan Liang back to the room, and seemed to continue to discuss the next thing.

And Yan Liang and the two hall masters who returned to the room were naturally not idle, after returning to the room, they almost immediately brought the topic to the person who attracted the most attention.

"Holy One." Yan Liang asked distressedly, "Is he helping me or is there some other purpose?"

With great difficulty, he was finally able to take off his disguise and take a good rest. Naturally, he no longer insisted on his image, and he collapsed on the chair as soon as he entered the room. His whole body seemed to have no bones. Nan Qing couldn't help but stepped forward to poke his cheek again. .Fortunately, Yan Liang didn't react slowly, and quickly dodged the opponent's fingers.

After he asked this question, he stopped Nanqing from continuing to fight with Yanliang with his eyes, sat down and said: "This saint has been very suspicious since a long time ago. It is understandable that the lord can't remember clearly. Nanqing Even you have amnesia?"

Nan Qing stared so angry that he didn't dare to vent his anger. He frowned and then nodded and remembered that this happened: "Every time the Lord confronted him in the past, his behavior seemed to be a little weird."

Yan Liang couldn't understand: "Why is it so weird?"

Nan Qing tapped her lips lightly with her slender fingers, and said while recalling: "Let's not talk about him, the Lord is actually very strange."

The more Yan Liang listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. He originally thought that the relationship between himself and that saint lay in their previous agreement, but now after hearing what Nan Qing said, he realized that it seemed to be much more than that. Sure enough, Nan Qing said again: " Although the lord has never spoken well to anyone, his tone is often worse to that saint than to others, but that saint always speaks softly to the lord every time, so it looks like yes……"

"It seems to be?" Yan Liang repeated these words.

Nan Qing nodded, her eyes flickered, and then she mustered up her courage and said, "It seems that you, my lord, don't know what's good."

Yanliang: "..."

He didn't know if he really didn't know good from bad, but it sounded like this saint was even more unpredictable.

It's a pity that they have different positions. Even if Yan Liang felt a little grateful to the saint in his heart, he couldn't thank him, so he could only hold it in his heart.

What worried him even more was that there was still the last day left, and he still didn't know what method this group of Righteous Paths would use to make him change his mind, or how they would try to test him.

No matter what, he had to pull himself together to get through this last day, so that he could return to the Dust-Wanning Sect as soon as possible, and go back to meet Wen Lingyuan who was still waiting for him.

I don't know how Wen Lingyuan is doing these days, whether it will be boring to be alone in the Dust Sect, whether that group of people make things difficult for him, whether they will secretly bully his husband while he is away.

He probably guessed what Yan Liang was thinking, so he took the initiative to say: "Does the lord want to talk to Mr. Wen?"

Yan Liang was startled: "How can we talk when we are so far away?"

He Zhi said indifferently: "However, a spell can solve it. Before I left, I left a seal in the attic of the lord, just in case. The lord wants to contact Mr. Wen. I just need to open the seal. It will allow the two of you to talk."

Yan Liang is still not used to the fact that they are a group of cultivators, and he still considers things from the perspective of ordinary people. Hearing this, he smiled almost immediately, and asked with bright eyes: "Really?"

He Zhi nodded: "Naturally."

Seeing this scene, Nan Qing couldn't help shaking his head with his chin in his hands. Of course he knew that he was not a considerate person at all, and he already had a prejudice against Wen Lingyuan. Now he would take the initiative to ask Yanliang to talk to Wen Lingyuan. It's not to comfort Yanliang, but to test whether Wen Lingyuan is still in the attic of the Dust-weary sect.

Be cautious, you will never believe the words of a few sect disciples who use spells to send back.

However, Nan Qing didn't know what He Zhi was thinking at all, but when he heard that he could talk to Wen Lingyuan, he immediately nodded and said, "When can I talk to Lingyuan?"

He Zhi said: "Now."

He said, concentrating his true strength on his fingertips, and gently drew a formation on the table.

When the formation is formed, the wind blows slightly on the sleeves, and then points the fingertips in the center, and then said: "It's done."

Because of his movements, the formation glowed with a golden halo. Yan Liang immediately became nervous when he saw this, and got up a little shyly and nervously straightened his clothes. Knowing that this was just a conversation, Wen Lingyuan couldn't see his appearance at this time, he still It was trying to face Wen Lingyuan with the best appearance.

However, what is surprising is that they waited for a long time, but the formation was always flickering, without any response.

The smile on Yan Liang's face gradually turned into worry, he twisted his clothes with his hands, turned his head and asked He Zhi cautiously: "Where's Ling Yuan?"

Not only his face was gloomy, he stared at the formation and did not speak.

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