Mo Ziyan was quite confused when she heard the words, and asked, "Master, is there really such a thing as talent in the world?"

To be honest, she didn't know how to understand the word talent, let alone whether she had the talent to learn the piano.

"That's natural. There are many talented and bad people in the world. Some people are not good at cultivation, but they are proficient in Pill Talisman Formation. Some people are not good at singing and dancing, but they are proficient in poetry and poetry.

Jiang Zhige said with a slight sigh, being good at it and liking it are two different things. Mo Ziyan may have other talents, but he is not necessarily good at Yaoqin that he likes.

Mo Ziyan seemed to understand, but wanted to ask more, but saw Jiang Zhige walking towards the stage.

"Girl, I will play a song for you. If you can understand a bit of the essence, you are considered talented."

Jiang Zhige landed on the stage with his hands on his back, and walked straight to the lyre of the woman in the purple skirt.

The woman in the purple dress was not surprised or annoyed, but got up and saluted, and left the stage floating.

This year's Wind and Cloud Conference was hosted by Tianyun Pavilion. As the pavilion owner of Tianyun Pavilion, Jiang Zhige could make Fairy Qingyu lead the way out of the stage by just giving a voice transmission to the elder in charge of managing Qilujian.

"Grass!! Who is this person, who dares to drive away my Fairy Qingyu?!"

"Be careful, this person walks in the sky, at least the Yuanhai Realm cultivation base, be careful that disasters come out of your mouth."

"What's the matter, Qilujian doesn't have this musician. He stepped on stage without authorization, and the three sects will jointly control the situation. If this person disturbs the order, he will find his own way of death."

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"That's right, this year, the Tianyun Pavilion is still hosting the Wind and Cloud Conference. The pavilion owner of the Tianyun Pavilion is a great power in the transcendence realm, and he can destroy the Yuanhai realm by raising his hand."

Outside the stage, there was a lot of scolding, and they shouted for Jiang Zhige to step down.

Jiang Zhige didn't explain, he lifted his clothes and sat down, like a woman's white hands gently resting on the strings.

The ring finger flicked a starting tune, as if making waves on the calm water.

The next sound of the piano followed, neither fast nor slow, and the rhythm was graceful and beautiful, gradually making people fall into it.

Yaoqin has a total of seven strings of Gongshangjiao, Huiyu, Wenwu, and martial arts. It is monotonous and ordinary. It is played continuously by Jiang Zhige.

There was no more shouting outside the stage, and everyone was immersed in it, quietly listening to the sound of the piano.

Gradually, the sound of the piano became more ups and downs, and people's mood was also ups and downs, as if witnessing a touching love with their own eyes.

After a piece of music was played, it was like a lingering sound, and it was difficult for everyone to break away from that mood for a while.

Jiang Zhige didn't bother, he walked over to Mo Ziyan and asked, "How?"

Mo Ziyan, who was still immersed in the sound of the piano, suddenly woke up, and hurriedly replied: "That... it sounds good, very artistic, and it feels like staying by the master's side..."

"Girl, it seems that you have no talent for learning the piano."

Seeing Mo Ziyan's inarticulate appearance, Jiang Zhige shook his head and turned to leave.

Although he was wearing a mask, he would inevitably attract attention this time, so it would be better to leave as soon as possible.

Without talent, it means that there is no chance to learn the piano, but Mo Ziyan, who was still longing for rhythm, didn't feel much sadness, just a little regret.

Jiang Zhige is right, everyone has something they are good at. She is not good at qin, but she may be good at instruments such as pipa and flute.

Mo Ziyan quickly followed Jiang Zhige and asked curiously, "Master, this is the first time Ziyan knows that you can play the piano. Does the song just now have a name?"

"mandarin duck......"

"Disperse."

After saying the two characters of mandarin duck, Jiang Zhige paused for a while before answering the scattered characters.

"Mandarin ducks, scattered, mandarin ducks scattered?"

Mo Ziyan couldn't help but wonder, she could hear it was a song about love, why would it be titled Yuanyang San?

Jiang Zhige showed reminiscence and did not answer.

It means that the mandarin ducks are asking for affection, and the lead and flowers are sold out to see the innocence. He still remembers that poem to this day.

Mo Ziyan was even more curious when she saw this. It seemed that this was the first time she saw Jiang Zhige show this expression.

I didn't think much about it before, but now think about it, Jiang Zhige has lived for more than 100 years, and there will definitely be many situations in his life.

Jiang Zhige is unsmiling and indifferent by nature, but he couldn't have been like this since birth.

Mo Ziyan quietly grabbed Jiang Zhige's arm and asked with a smile, "Master, you are usually busy with your practice. Is there a special reason for you to play the piano?"

She didn't know how many unsatisfactory things Jiang Zhige had in the past, nor how much sadness and parting, but at least she could be by Jiang Zhige's side now.

In the future, no matter whether the sky is wild or the earth is old, whether the sea is dry or the stone is rotten, Mo Ziyan wants to stay by Jiang Zhige's side, learn more about his past, and witness more of his future.

Jiang Zhige took a deep breath and said softly, "There are indeed some reasons. I know someone who loves rhythm. If I can meet her again, let her teach you how to play the piano."

I'm afraid he never thought of it, because of his own trauma, Mo Ziyan said something similar to his confession.

Mo Ziyan was about to ask questions when he heard the words, when Jiang Zhige suddenly frowned and stopped.

He could sense that there was an extremely strong air force appearing in the Fengyun Mountains, strong enough to threaten the three sects by himself.

"Boy, this is a master, you'd better be careful, otherwise I won't be fully sure to keep you."

Jiang Zhige was even more solemn, and immediately released his divine sense to inspect the entire Fengyun Mountain Range.

An existence that can be called a master by Tiansha actually appears in the small Fengyun Mountains?

It was only the three wild beasts that made Tian Sha feel troubled that day. If today Sha said that he was not fully sure to deal with the existence, at least it would be asked the Xuanjing Immortal Venerable.

Asking the Profound Realm, aspiring to the Nine Cang, meaning to be able to penetrate the Profound Realm, is the honor of the immortals.

In the world outside the three gods' realms, experts in the Profound Realm who can use the power of space are usually called world masters, maintaining the peace of the world.

Even Jiang Zhige, who has been traveling abroad for decades, has never witnessed the great power of the human race inquiring about the profound realm with his own eyes.

Now that the other party has appeared in the Fengyun Mountains, he is venting his qi as if he was deliberately testing it. Jiang Zhige, as the pavilion master of Tianyun Pavilion, does not say that he will drive away this existence that can threaten the tranquility of the East Linzhou, but at least he can find out the origin of the other party. with purpose.

Mo Ziyan was quite puzzled and couldn't help but ask, "Master, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay, Ziyan, you go for a walk alone, I'll come to you later."

Jiang Zhige touched Mo Ziyan's head symbolically, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mo Ziyan froze in place, as if not responding.

When she came back to her senses, she hurriedly looked around, but found that Jiang Zhige had long since disappeared.

Mo Ziyan didn't feel angry, but was a little excited, because Jiang Zhige hadn't touched her head for a long time, and he hadn't called her by name for a long time.