Villain: The Memory Is Exposed, The Heroine Kneels And Begs My Forgiveness

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 people in the world. Some people are not good at training, but they are grandmasters in the formation of talismans. Some people are not good at singing and dancing, but they are grandmasters in poetry and writing.

Jiang Zhi Ge said with a 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, which he likes.

Mo Ziyan seemed to understand but wanted to ask more, but saw Jiang Zhi Ge 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 Zhi Ge landed on the stage with his hands on his back, and walked straight to the lyre of the woman in the purple dress.

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

This year's Fengyun Club was hosted by Tianyun Pavilion. As the pavilion owner of Tianyun Pavilion, Jiang Zhi Ge 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."

"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."

There was a lot of scolding outside the stage, and they shouted for Jiang Zhi Ge to step down.

Jiang Zhi Ge didn't explain, and sat down with his clothes off, 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, etc. It is monotonous and ordinary. It is played continuously by Jiang Zhi Ge, but it seems to be drawing a pen to describe a beautiful love story.

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 Zhi Ge 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 Zhi Ge 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 Zhi Ge is right, everyone has something they are good at. She is not good at piano, but she may be good at instruments such as pipa and flute.

Mo Ziyan quickly followed Jiang Zhi Ge and asked curiously, "Master, this is the first time Ziyan knows 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 Zhi Ge paused for a while before answering the loose 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 Zhi Ge 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 it was the first time she saw Jiang Zhi Ge make such an expression.

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

Jiang Zhi Ge is unsmiling and indifferent by nature, but it can't be like this from birth.

Mo Ziyan quietly grabbed Jiang Zhi Ge'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 Zhi Ge had in the past, nor how much sadness and parting, but at least she could be by Jiang Zhi Ge's side now.

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

Jiang Zhi Ge 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 Zhi Ge 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 Zhi Ge was even more dignified, and immediately released his divine sense to inspect the entire Fengyun Mountains.

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 god-tier realms, experts in the Profound Realm who can use the power of space are usually called the realm masters, who maintain the peace of the world.

Even Jiang Zhi Ge, who has been outside for decades, has never witnessed the great power of the human race asking the mysterious realm.

Now that the other party has appeared in the Fengyun Mountains, he is venting his qi as if he was deliberately trying. As the pavilion master of Tianyun Pavilion, Jiang Zhi Ge, not to mention driving away the existence that can threaten the tranquility of the East Linzhou, at least 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 Zhi Ge touched Mo Ziyan's head symbolically, and disappeared in place in a blink of an eye.

Mo Ziyan froze in place, as if she didn't respond.

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

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