In the past, Mo Ziyan was not afraid of criticism from the world, only that Jiang Zhige would be angry, but since she misunderstood that the two had a skin-to-skin relationship, Jiang Zhige's attitude made her think that Jiang Zhige had accepted this relationship.

Mo Ziyan was so ashamed that she lowered her head and did not dare to listen to the discussions of the people in the hall.

Everyone thought that the misunderstanding would be resolved soon, and that there would be no big deal, but Mo Ziyan didn't realize until recently that he had misunderstood Jiang Zhige.

If it weren't for this misunderstanding, Mo Ziyan would never have cut off all thoughts of Jiang Zhige just because he abandoned him once, and he would never have gone to Xuancang Holy Land to besiege Jiang Zhige after a thousand years.

Now, the master and apprentice, who should be deeply emotional, have reached the point of no return because of Mo Ziyan's misunderstanding.

Looking at Mo Ziyan and Jiang Zhige's intimacy in the light and shadow screen, Qu Yun's inner anger surged again. He and Mo Ziyan have known each other for so many years, and they are still one step away from breaking the friendship, but Jiang Zhige can be with Mo Ziyan. so close?

Not to mention the humiliation of being compared, the resentment of witnessing his goddess being close to others made Qu Yun unacceptable.

"Forget it, anyway, you Jiang Zhige will be dead sooner or later."

After all, Qu Yun suppressed his anger, and it was impossible for him to go back a thousand years to prevent the two from meeting each other.

Anyway, Jiang Zhige will die soon, and he has been in a master-disciple relationship with Mo Ziyan, and Qu Yun still has a lot of time to enhance his relationship with Mo Ziyan.

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Fengyun Mountains, located on the edge of East Linzhou, is covered by wind and snow all the year round, but the scenery is very beautiful, especially in the spring and summer when the temperature is high, hundreds of flowers bloom in the mountains, and the eyes are wrapped in silver clothes. It is definitely East Lin. The unique beauty of the state.

Not only that, but there is also a spiritual vein under the Fengyun Mountains. Just consuming the spiritual energy in the mountain is like swallowing a medicinal pill.

When the Fengyun Mountains were discovered hundreds of years ago, the three sects wanted to compete for the ownership of the spiritual veins. After a cold war, a peace agreement was reached, and the three sects jointly managed the Fengyun Mountains.

The spiritual veins can be mined for at least nine hundred years, and the three sects will take turns in charge of the Fengyun Mountains for three years, which has been the case for hundreds of years.

After the time to take charge of the spiritual veins was set, the three monks saw the beautiful scenery of the Fengyun Mountains, so they held a banquet in the mountains to celebrate together. Commonly known as Fengyunhui.

At first, only three monks participated in the Fengyun Society. Later, the Fengyun Mountains were continuously developed and improved. It is also an important place where the three meet. Not only can you witness the scenery, but you can also buy or replace natural materials and treasures, etc., and even attracts thousands of miles away. The monks came.

Three years after another, this year, it was Tianyun Pavilion's turn to take charge of the Fengyun Mountains again.

In the Fengyun Mountains, the mountains are cold, the waters are cold, the snow is capped, the eyes are full of sky-blue flowers that sparkle, and the world is full of cool colors.

"First Evolution"

Such a beautiful scenery is by no means commonplace. The sky blue spiritual flowers that rely on the spiritual veins for a living are enough to shock the world, not to mention seeing the mountain spiritual flowers growing in the snow.

At this moment, Jiang Zhige, who was supposed to take care of the gathering in the sect, was wearing a mask and accompany Mo Ziyan to hang out in the mountains.

Wearing a mask is not because he is ashamed to see people, but because he is afraid that the appearance of the dignified master of the pavilion will cause unnecessary sensation and attention, and a person of his identity should not appear in the wind and cloud meeting.

"Master Shizun, do you know the names of these flowers, they are really beautiful!"

Mo Ziyan, who came to Fengyunhui for the first time, was very excited, running here and there, constantly looking at the strange beauty in the mountains.

"The one with your knees is Ying Tianhan, and the one with only your ankles is Mo Linghua."

Jiang Zhige carried his hands on his back and didn't know what to do, but just kept following Mo Ziyan forward.

If he came alone, he might appreciate the beautiful scenery, but unfortunately this time with a black smoke, there was almost no silence in his ears.

The two didn't go far, Mo Ziyan, who was looking around, stopped and asked curiously, "Master, it seems that someone is playing music?"

"The Fengyun Mountains are divided into seven areas, and this is the Qilujian, so it is not surprising that there are people playing music."

Before Jiang Zhige finished speaking, he saw Mo Ziyan had already run towards the source of the voice.

Not far away, a woman in a purple dress, covering her face with tulle, sat alone on the stage, stroking the Yaoqin with her bare hands, playing a moving rhythm.

Outside the stage was full of audiences, both men and women, all quietly watching the woman in the purple dress play music.

Not long after the song was played, everyone was still unsure.

Although it can't be called the sound of heaven, the girl in the purple skirt is very good at piano, and she can already play a piece of music with some charm.

"Fairy Qingyu really lives up to its reputation. This song is extremely difficult, and she can play it at such a level."

"Fairy Qingyu, let's play another song, I just want to listen to your song!"

When he came back to his senses, everyone applauded for him one after another, with a face full of approval and admiration.

Mo Ziyan stood in the crowd, and said with an intoxicated expression: "It's amazing..."

She prefers piano skills, calligraphy and painting to cultivation, but unfortunately, because of stealing the sacred body, she cultivates under the urging of Jiang Zhige every day.

Jiang Zhige appeared beside Mo Ziyan at an unknown time. He looked at the woman on the stage, and a trace of grief flashed in his eyes.

In his memory, there was once a woman who liked to cover her face with tulle, and she was very good at piano.

However, that woman's temperament is more outstanding, her appearance is more stunning, and her piano skills are even more unparalleled.

At this moment, Mo Ziyan suddenly hugged Jiang Zhige's arm and whispered, "Master, I want to learn the piano..."

Jiang Zhige shook his head and decisively refused: "The word rhythm is not something you want to learn. You don't have any basic knowledge. How can you play the lyre?"

In the world of cultivating immortals, piano skills, calligraphy and painting have always been reserved for the children of noble families. Ordinary monks are busy cultivating every day, or fighting for resources for their own cultivation.

Mo Ziyan was trained by Jiang Zhige. Although there is no shortage of cultivation resources, he can't delay the stealing of the Holy Body for a moment, and he has no spare time to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"But Master, I..."

Mo Ziyan lowered her head, rather aggrieved.

Compared with the other women in the sect, she didn't live like a woman at all, and she didn't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting except for cultivation.

You must know that Mo Ziyan has a good impression of the rhythm since she was a child, and she yearns for an elegant life, rather than shouting and killing with a sword.

Jiang Zhige pondered for a while, then sighed: "Your time is limited, if you have talent, you will be allowed to take time to learn rhythm in the future."

He could see that Mo Ziyan really liked the rhythm, instead of thinking that he was cultivating and living rough every day, trying to improve his taste and so on.