Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

The white-haired old man is the elder of Tianyun Pavilion and is responsible for guarding the treasure pavilion and maintaining the formations around the treasure pavilion.

Although he couldn't let anyone enter or exit the treasure pavilion at will, the person in front of him was Mo Ziyan, the pavilion master himself. Let alone letting Mo Ziyan step into the treasure pavilion, even letting Mo Ziyan take away one or two treasures was not a big deal.

Because Jiang Zhige was in charge of 80% of the rights of Tianyun Pavilion, including the natural materials and earthly treasures in the treasure pavilion, as long as they were not all vacated, the elders of the Yidian Palace and the Supreme Elder would not be able to question them too much.

Mo Ziyan choked from time to time and whispered: "What is Bao Pavilion..."

She stayed at Baiyun Peak to practice all day and rarely had the opportunity to go out. Although she knew she had to rush back to Baiyun Peak as soon as possible, she still couldn't help but be interested in the new vocabulary of Bao Ge.

"Just follow me and you'll find out."

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

Mo Ziyan stood up and hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but follow the white-haired old man.

I saw the white-haired old man walking up to the Jade Gate, flicking the extremely complicated seal, and after a few breaths, he opened the Jade Gate seal.

The jade door made a loud noise, and as soon as it opened a crack, Mo Ziyan smelled a simple and old smell from inside, as well as a very familiar smell of elixir.

The white-haired old man was quite sad. The elixir contained in Tianyun Pavilion is probably not as valuable as the elixir that Mo Ziyan has been taking for eight years.

Of course, Jiang Zhige did not just take the resources within the sect, most of the elixirs were obtained through hard work by his cultivation in the Mortal Realm.

Otherwise, with the training resources of Tianyun Pavilion, it would be impossible for Mo Ziyan to break through to the Lingwu realm in just eight years.

"Come on, girl, I'll take you to have a good look. Don't touch anything you like. 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 of the things in the treasure pavilion are extremely precious. I can't afford to break them!"

The white-haired old man suddenly lost his bearings and hurriedly followed him.

Mo Ziyan behaved a bit after hearing this, and just stared at the rare treasures in the treasure pavilion with wide eyes.

The charred spiritual trees that were full of vitality, the rusty spiritual weapons that exuded murderous intent, and the top-quality elixirs that surrounded her were truly astonishing to see.

The white-haired old man coughed twice and introduced: "Girl, in addition to the trapping formation that can trap the ordinary soul-destroying realm, there is also an immortal formation arranged by the pavilion master himself, which can perfectly preserve the treasures of heaven and earth.

Therefore, the most precious treasures in the sect will be placed here."

As he spoke, he was about to introduce the origins and functions of some treasures to Mo Ziyan, when he suddenly found that Mo Ziyan, who was still around before, disappeared.

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

Fortunately, the treasure pavilion was not very big, so he quickly found Mo Ziyan.

At this time, Mo Ziyan was staring closely at a unique treasure, his eyes full of curiosity.

It was a hairpin. It looked very ordinary, but it 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 filled with sparkle. What mattered most to her was not that the hairpin was special, but that the hairpin had an extraordinarily beautiful shape.

The white-haired old man said before that she might be able to take away something he liked, but now after looking around, her favorite thing is this hairpin.

"I'm afraid not, girl. I believe that even if the master of the pavilion comes, he won't let you take him away."

The white-haired old man looked regretful. He knew the importance of this hairpin, so naturally he could not agree to Mo Ziyan.

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

How could a hairpin that only has a decorative effect be less valuable than those priceless treasures?

"It's just? Girl, let me tell you, it is a token left by the person the pavilion master loves."

The white-haired old man shook his head. In the past, Jiang Zhige would come to see the hairpin every day. In recent years, he has been busy taking care of and cultivating Mo Ziyan, so he came less frequently.

Jiang Zhige's personality was as cold as ice, and he valued this hairpin so much that it was hard to imagine the consequences of damaging it.

"somebody to Love?!"

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

The white-haired old man first looked around cautiously, and then said with a smile: "Yes, don't look at the pavilion master like that, he is still an infatuated man."

Mo Ziyan looked dull, with various emotions lingering in his heart.

Regretful, sad, or unwilling?

No wonder Jiang Zhige was so repelled by her love, it turned out that he already belonged to her.

Originally, Mo Ziyan wanted to impress Jiang Zhige bit by bit over time, but now that she thought about it, how could she, a little girl who was lucky enough to have Jiang Zhige as her teacher, compete with the girl who worried Jiang Zhige so much?

Mo Ziyan's eyes were red, and she resisted the urge to cry, and said tremblingly: "Grandpa, if you can't take it away, can I touch it?"

The white-haired old men all said that Jiang Zhige was an infatuated man. Thinking of his usual personality, he must be thinking about the existence of two people for the rest of his life.

Under this premise, let alone Mo Ziyan and Jiang Zhige, who are both husband and wife, it is probably impossible for them 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 most valued disciple, the hairpin was too precious and he did not dare to make a decision at will.

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

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

She stayed with Jiang Zhige for eight years, and she obviously loved Jiang Zhige deeply, but she was not even qualified to touch this hairpin?

It seems that I should stop holding on to unrealistic ideas. It would be nice to be able to stay with Jiang Zhige as his disciple.

The white-haired old man was quite panicked when he saw this. He hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, just take it and take a look. Be careful."

Before, it could be said that it was someone else's fault, but this time it seemed that he really made Mo Ziyan cry. He didn't want to go to Duansui Cliff and kneel like those elders from the outer and inner sects.

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

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

The hairpin is very beautiful, really beautiful, made entirely of jade, with crimson stamens and pink petals, and a faint floral fragrance lingering around it.

Mo Ziyan wanted to look more carefully, but she kept crying and her tears blurred her vision.

This seemingly cheap hairpin in her hand determined that it would be difficult for her and Jiang Zhige to have a happy relationship in this life.

How could she not be heartbroken and sad when she thought of all the past experiences with her master?