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

In Tingyu Pavilion, the sound of the piano is graceful and the lingering rhyme lingers.

A woman in a green skirt covered her face with gauze, playing the piano with her fingers, like a fairy who was not stained by the worldly world.

Everyone present was intoxicated, immersed in the performance of the woman in the green skirt.

The same is true for Nangong Rou, but Lu Tianjiao beside her is more clear-headed.

Apart from the sound of the piano, the reason why everyone is so intoxicated is because the person playing the piano is as beautiful as an immortal.

Even Nangong Rou can only have the title of the most beautiful woman in Tianyun Pavilion in the future, and the woman playing the piano in front of her is none other than Ning Qiushui, who is now known as the first fairy of Tianyun Pavilion.

Lu Tianjiao only has Nangong Rou in his eyes, so the situation is naturally much better than the others.

He knew that it was not that Nangong Rou was inferior to Ning Qiushui, it was just that she was too young to be included in the category of fairies, so she was still a little fairy.

Lu Tianjiao and Nangong Rou were similar in age, but he felt that Ning Qiushui was too old and had an aloof personality, which was completely different from his type.

Although age is just a number in the world of immortality, Lu Tianjiao is only seventeen years old after all. Thinking that Ning Qiushui has lived for more than forty years, he has a strange feeling.

Not long after, accompanied by a melodious and graceful tone, a song praising love was played.

Ning Qiushui's eyes were filled with sadness. She stroked the strings with her bare hands and asked quietly: "This song is called Yuanyang. What do you think?"

Everyone in the pavilion looked intoxicated, as if they still couldn't get over the touching artistic conception.

"Mandarin ducks, they enjoy the same pond, and they admire each other's wings in the same forest. In the song "Mandarin ducks," Fairy Ning must have wanted to praise the pairing of mandarin ducks."

"Yes, Fairy Ning's piano skills are amazing. A song called "Yuanyang" made me witness a touching love story with my own eyes."

"The youthful ignorance when I was young, the inability to control myself after growing up, and growing old together in old age. A piece of piano music expresses a word of love. Apart from Fairy Ning, I can't think of anyone else who can play such a natural sound."

Not only Tianyun Pavilion disciples, but also Tianjiao disciples from other sects were present. When Ning Qiu Shui spoke and asked, they all rushed to offer words of praise.

Ning Qiushui lowered her beautiful eyes and sighed silently.

Each of the words was more gorgeous than the last, but none of them was the answer she wanted to hear.

Nangongrou held her chin and thought hard. Just when she was about to reply, she suddenly noticed that Jiang Zhige had appeared beside her at some point.

Nangongrou pouted and asked angrily: "Brother, why did you come here? You've finished playing the music."

Senior Sister Qiu Shui finally played a song about love. If Jiang Zhige heard it, maybe it would enlighten him.

Jiang Zhige smiled softly and said, "Rou'er, I heard it."

It was very quiet inside and outside Tingyu Pavilion. No one was making noises and disturbing people around, and no one dared to make noises and disturb them.

Along the way, he could hear almost no other sounds except the sound of the piano.

Nangong Rou wanted to say something else, but Lu Tianjiao next to him suddenly sighed deeply.

He turned to look at Jiang Zhige and said with a wry smile: "Brother Jiang, you came just in time. It seems that no one can give Senior Sister Qiu Shui a satisfactory answer now. Do you have any ideas?"

After playing the song "Mandarin Ducks" that eulogized love, Tingyu Pavilion was filled with a touching atmosphere. Lu Tianjiao wanted to take the opportunity to find some verses to cheer up Nangong Rou, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even hold in a fart after holding it in for a long time.

Nangong Rou stopped talking. She also wanted to know Jiang Zhige's views on love.

Jiang Zhige pondered for a moment and replied: "As I think, Senior Sister Qiu Shui is not singing about love, but she is asking us what the word "love" means."

“What’s the meaning of love?”

Lu Tianjiao and Nangong Rou were both stunned. How could a song called Yuanyang be asking about the meaning of the word "love"?

Jiang Zhige smiled and said nothing. Everyone was immersed in the music, but they forgot to observe Ning Qiushui himself.

The song is indeed a celebration of love, but Ning Qiu Shui's eyebrows are sad, and there is a hint of euphemism in the song, which proves that the artistic conception of Yuanyang's song is not her original intention.

Before Lu Tianjiao and Nangong Rou could ask, a young man in purple clothes and a golden crown sitting next to him couldn't help but sneered: "What do you mean by the word love? Are you kidding me? How dare you guess Fairy Ning's thoughts?"

He is a true genius from the sect, so naturally he will not give Jiang Zhige face during the body refining period.

"We all think this song means a love story, but you are the only one who refutes it. Do you think you have a higher level of understanding than we do?"

"That's right, you still spoke so quietly, probably because you were afraid that Fairy Ning would hear you and make you laugh, right?"

Seeing that a scumbag who was not even in the Lingwu realm dared to speculate on Ning Qiushui's thoughts, the people around him also made ridicule.

Seeing Jiang Zhige being laughed at, Nangongrou couldn't sit still for the first time. She slapped the table and stood up, shouting angrily: "You are a bunch of short-sighted stinky pigs. You don't understand anything. What qualifications do you have to refute my brother?

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Lu Tianjiao was stunned. This was the first time he saw Nangong Rou looking so angry.

"Stinky, stinky pig?"

The young man in purple was also stunned and looked at Nangong Rou in astonishment.

What surprised him was not that Nangong Rou dared to curse, but that he was shocked by Nangong Rou's cultivation talent. Judging from her appearance, she was less than sixteen years old, but she actually exuded spiritual power fluctuations that could only be found in the Lingwu realm. She must be a core disciple of Tianyun Pavilion.

Not only that, Nangong Rou was still a young girl, but she already had a beauty that was on par with Ning Qiu. Given time, she might replace Ning Qiushui and become the new most beautiful woman in Tianyun Pavilion.

Such a talented and beautiful girl actually calls a scumbag in the body-refining stage her brother?

Jiang Zhige was filled with helplessness, and his eyes signaled Nangong Rou not to be too excited.

Nangong Rou pretended not to notice and stared at the group of disciples from the outer sect who made fun of Jiang Zhige.

"Junior brother Jiang, you said I was asking about the meaning of the word "love", so what do you think about this?"

At this moment, Ning Qiushui's voice came from above.

Everyone looked over after hearing the sound and found that she was staring at Jiang Zhige with curiosity on her face.

Nangong Rou made such a big noise, Ning Qiushui naturally noticed it.

The brother and sister were quite special in Tianyun Pavilion. She not only knew them somewhat, but also met them several times.

But I didn't expect that the first person to raise objections to Yuanyang's song would be Jiang Zhige.

The young man in purple clothes was even more surprised that Ning Qiushui actually knew Jiang Zhige. It seemed that he was not just an ordinary outer disciple.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhige looked ashamed. He stood up and held his hands to Ning Qiu Shui and said, "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Qiu Shui. Junior brother has too little experience and doesn't understand love, let alone how to understand it."

He didn't lie, he just saw Ning Qiu Shui's thoughts and had no way to help Ning Qiu Shui resolve her knot.

As soon as these words came out, there were bursts of whispers in Tingyu Pavilion.

Nangong Rou was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Although she couldn't hear clearly, she knew that these people must be ridiculing Jiang Zhige.

Ning Qiushui couldn't help but be disappointed. She sighed and asked, "In that case, how did you find out that there is a word for love hidden in the Yuanyang song?"

"Senior Sister Qiu Shui, my junior brother is just a layman. I can't understand the music. I just happened to see the sadness in my senior sister's eyes."

Jiang Zhige's expression was complicated, but he hoped that he could be immersed in the heart-warming love in the mandarin duck song like everyone else.

It's a pity that he can't do it. Now he only has Nangong Rou in his eyes.