The white-haired old man is the elder of Tianyun Pavilion Treasure Pavilion, responsible for guarding the Treasure Pavilion and maintaining the formation around the Treasure Pavilion.

Although he can't let people enter and leave the treasure pavilion at will, but the person in front of him is the pavilion owner who personally passed on Mo Ziyan, let alone let Mo Ziyan step into the treasure pavilion, it is not a big deal to let Mo Ziyan take one or two treasures.

Because Jiang Zhige is in charge of 80% of the rights of Tianyun Pavilion, including the treasures of heaven and earth in the treasure pavilion, as long as they do not reach the point of emptying all of them, it is not easy for the elders of the council hall and the elders to ask too much.

Mo Ziyan choked from time to time and said, "What is the treasure pavilion..."

She stayed in Baiyun Peak all day to practice, and rarely had the opportunity to go out. Although she knew that she would return to Baiyun Peak as soon as possible, she couldn't help but be interested in the new vocabulary of Treasure Pavilion.

"Come with me and you'll know."

The white-haired old man smiled mysteriously, waved his hand to release some of the formations, so that Mo Ziyan could move freely.

Mo Ziyan got up and hesitated for a while, but still couldn't help keeping up with the white-haired old man.

I saw the white-haired old man walking to the Jade Gate, pinching the extremely cumbersome seal, and opening the Jade Gate seal after a few breaths.

The Yumen slammed, and as soon as a gap was opened, Mo Ziyan smelled a simple and old smell from inside, as well as the very familiar smell of elixir.

The white-haired old man was quite sighed. For example, the elixir contained in the Yunge Treasure Pavilion today may not be as precious as the elixir that Mo Ziyan has been taking for eight years.

Of course, Jiang Zhige didn't just take the resources in the sect, and most of the elixir was obtained through his hard work by virtue of his mortal transcendence cultivation.

Otherwise, with the cultivation resources of Tianyun Pavilion, it is impossible for Mo Ziyan to break through to the Spirit Martial Realm in just eight years.

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"Let's go girl, I'll show you a good look, don't touch anything you fancy, and tell me first."

The white-haired old man wanted to tell Mo Ziyan some rules first, but Mo Ziyan, who was full of curiosity, ran in first.

"Girl! Don't touch it, some things in the treasure pavilion are extremely precious, and I can't afford it if they break it!"

The white-haired old man lost his sight and hurriedly followed.

Mo Ziyan heard the rules a little bit, but just stared at the rare treasures in the treasure pavilion.

The charred but full of vitality spirit wood, the rusty spirit soldiers exuding deadly murderous intentions, and the top-grade medicinal pills surrounded by visions, she was truly amazed by what she heard and saw.

The white-haired old man coughed twice and introduced: "Girl, in the treasure pavilion, apart from the trapped formation that can trap the ordinary soul-repelling realm, there is also an immortal formation arranged by the pavilion master himself, which can preserve the treasures of heaven and earth. Therefore, the extremely precious treasures in the sect will be placed here."

He was about to introduce the origin of some treasures to Mo Ziyan when he suddenly found that Mo Ziyan, who was still beside him, had disappeared.

The white-haired old man was startled again, and hurriedly looked for Mo Ziyan's figure in the treasure pavilion.

Fortunately, the treasure pavilion is not very big, and he quickly found Mo Ziyan.

At this moment, Mo Ziyan was staring at a different treasure with curiosity in her eyes.

It was a hairpin, which looked very ordinary, but was placed at the core of the formation and protected with the most spiritual power.

The white-haired old man was a little nervous and asked, "Girl, what do you think this hairpin is doing?"

"Grandpa, it...it's so beautiful, can I take it away?"

Mo Ziyan's eyes were full of light, what she valued most was not the special hairpin, but the extraordinarily beautiful shape of the hairpin.

Before the white-haired old man said that she liked something, she might be able to take it away. Now that she has turned around, she likes this hairpin the most.

"I'm afraid not, girl, I believe that the pavilion master is here, and he won't let you take it away."

The white-haired old man showed regret, he knew the importance of this hairpin, and naturally he could not agree to Mo Ziyan.

Mo Ziyan couldn't help but wonder, and asked, "But grandpa, is it just a hairpin?"

How can a hairpin that is only decorative, not as precious as those priceless peerless treasures?

"Just? Girl, let me tell you, it is a token left by the person whom the pavilion master loves."

The white-haired old man shook his head. In the past, Jiang Zhige came to see the hairpins every day. In recent years, he was busy taking care of Mo Ziyan, and he came less often.

Jiang Zhige's personality is as cold as Xuan Bing, and he values ​​this hairpin so much, it's hard to imagine the consequences of damaging the hairpin.

"somebody to Love?!"

Mo Ziyan was shocked, as if he didn't believe that Jiang Zhige would have a confidante.

The white-haired old man first looked around vigilantly, and then he smiled and said: "Yes, don't look at the pavilion master, he is still an infatuated man."

Mo Ziyan's expression was sluggish, and various emotions lingered in his heart.

Regret, sad, or not reconciled?

No wonder Jiang Zhige would be so repulsive of her love, he had long since belonged to her.

Originally, Mo Ziyan still wanted to use time to impress Jiang Zhige, but now that she thinks about it, how could she, a maiden who was lucky enough to worship Jiang Zhige as her teacher, compete with the girl who made Jiang Zhige so concerned?

Mo Ziyan's eyes turned red, resisting the urge to cry, she said in a trembling voice, "Grandpa, if you can't take it away, can I touch it?"

The white-haired old people all say that Jiang Zhige is an infatuated man. When thinking of his usual character, he must be thinking of the existence of one person for the rest of his life.

Under this premise, not to mention that Mo Ziyan and Jiang Zhige are both husband and wife, I am afraid it is impossible to become a concubine.

"This... girl, why don't you look at something else?"

The white-haired old man was very hesitant. Although Mo Ziyan was Jiang Zhige's highly valued apprentice, his hairpins were too precious, and he didn't dare to make arbitrary decisions.

"I just want to touch it and do nothing else, and then I will leave here obediently."

Mo Ziyan's eyes overflowed with tears, and her emotions became more and more surging.

She has stayed by Jiang Zhige's side for eight years, and clearly loves Jiang Zhige deeply, but she is not even qualified to touch this hairpin?

It seems that he should stop holding unrealistic ideas, and it is also very good to be able to stay by Jiang Zhige's side as an apprentice.

The white-haired old man was quite flustered when he saw this, he gritted his teeth for a moment and said, "Okay, you can take it and have a look, you must be careful."

It could be said that it was someone else's fault before, but this time it seemed that he really made Mo Ziyan cry.

Anyway, Jiang Zhige is not nearby, Mo Ziyan just touches it and it should be fine.

Mo Ziyan had tears in her eyes, took off her hairpin through the spiritual mist, and looked at it carefully in her hand.

The hairpin is very beautiful, really beautiful. The whole body is made of jade, with crimson stamens, pink petals, and a faint floral fragrance lingering all over the body.

Mo Ziyan wanted to look more closely, but she kept crying, her eyes blurred with tears.

This seemingly cheap hairpin in her hand determines that she and Jiang Zhige will never achieve a positive result in this life.

Thinking of the past with Master, how could she not be sad, how could she not be sad?