Mo Ziyan stayed by Jiang Zhige's side all the time, looking at Jiang Zhige's cold face every day. If there was a change, how could she not notice it? So now Mo Ziyan really didn't understand whether Jiang Zhige had never cared about her or had always cared about her.

Seeing that Mo Ziyan was moved by him, Qu Yun became a little anxious, and a bad premonition arose in his heart again.

He wanted to say something to discredit Jiang Zhige, or deepen his relationship with Mo Ziyan, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a topic.

If I say something inappropriate, it will definitely be like what happened to Nangong Rou before, and cause disgust.

Nangong Rou walked to Mo Ziyan's side again and sighed, "Ziyan, keep watching. Brother Zhige must remember what happened back then very clearly."

Mo Ziyan did not scold Nangong Rou again, but nodded while crying.

Perhaps until now, she still cannot let go of Jiang Zhige's indifference, nor can she let go of that misunderstanding, but she still wants to know what Jiang Zhige's attitude towards her is.

After all, Mo Ziyan's feelings for Jiang Zhige had long faded, and she no longer wanted to resolve the past grudges. The reason she could see this was not to rekindle her past relationship with Jiang Zhige, but just to know what Jiang Zhige was thinking back then.

In the picture of light and shadow, another four years passed.

This year, Mo Ziyan was twenty years old, as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water, just like Nangong Rou and Ning Qiu Shui back then, and was known as the number one fairy in Tianyun Pavilion.

No one would have thought that the little girl picked up by Jiang Zhige back then would have such a stunning beauty.

It is a pity that everyone in Tianyun Pavilion knows Mo Ziyan's feelings, but no one dares to pursue her.

What is even more regrettable is that in the face of the admiration of such a peerless beauty, Jiang Zhige remained indifferent and only treated Mo Ziyan as his apprentice.

Just imagining Mo Ziyan's misery of being unable to get the love she wanted and tossing and turning all night, everyone in Tianyun Pavilion couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

On the contrary, Mo Ziyan herself, perhaps because of the March Spiritual Chai, or perhaps because she had shed her youthful ignorance, never expressed her love to Jiang Zhige again, even though everyone in the sect knew that she loved Jiang Zhige.

On this day, Mo Ziyan followed Jiang Zhige's instructions as usual and practiced martial arts for two hours outside the Lintian Palace every morning.

Since breaking through the Spiritual Martial Realm, Mo Ziyan no longer needs to endure the pain of body training. She spends most of her time sitting cross-legged and practicing, but she still needs to spare some time to practice martial arts.

Mo Ziyan was wearing a tight flame-red short skirt. She practiced her sword skills skillfully, shouting constantly, and each of her moves was accompanied by bursts of sword energy.

When the time came, Mo Ziyan put away his sword, let out a long breath, and was about to leave when he suddenly found that Jiang Zhige had appeared in the pavilion not far away.

Mo Ziyan was delighted at first, but quickly suppressed her emotions, walked over properly, bowed and said, "Mo Ziyan, I meet the Master."

Jiang Zhige looked calm and nodded, saying, "You are only one step away from the late stage of Lingwu. Tomorrow at dawn, follow me to Baihai Mountain for training."

"clear!"

Mo Ziyan lowered his head and bowed again.

The two of them rarely communicated. Jiang Zhige told Wan that they would practice tomorrow and then stood up to leave.

Mo Ziyan still maintained the gesture of saluting, with her head lowered and a gloomy look on her face. She wanted to say more to Jiang Zhige, but she didn't dare to open her mouth.

Even though she no longer mentions matters between men and women, she is actually just hiding her love deep in her heart, for fear of making Jiang Zhige angry.

For four years, although Mo Ziyan did not dare to mention the word love again, she had been trying to make Jiang Zhige change his mind, such as trying various types of dresses and various types of makeup, just to attract Jiang Zhige's attention.

However, Jiang Zhige was not moved or praised. In the past four years, he had not even taken a close look at Mo Ziyan's appearance. As a result, she had a beautiful face that could captivate everyone, but she had no confidence when facing Jiang Zhige.

"Sure enough, Master just doesn't like me as a person."

Mo Ziyan's eyes turned slightly red. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became.

Today she dressed up in her room with great care, trying to wear a conspicuous flaming red dress that she had not dared to wear before. She thought that at least Jiang Zhige would look at her a few more times, but she did not expect that Jiang Zhige did not want to say a word.

Just when Mo Ziyan was feeling discouraged, Jiang Zhige suddenly stopped.

"Girl, red suits you very well."

Mo Ziyan was stunned for a moment when she heard the voice, then turned around in surprise, but Jiang Zhige was gone.

Even so, Mo Ziyan was still ecstatic, dancing on the spot like a child who had not grown up.

Even though it was just an inconspicuous compliment, it was a historic breakthrough for Mo Ziyan.

If you praise him once today and once tomorrow, it won't be long before he is moved, and then he will be able to naturally become a Taoist partner with Jiang Zhige.

"I was wondering, with Fairy Zi Yan's gentle personality, how could she like the enchanting flame red color?"

"Having said that, judging from appearance alone, Fairy Ziyan does look very beautiful in red."

"Bullshit, Fairy Ziyan is such a beauty, she looks good in anything she wears."

Everyone in the hall was no longer surprised by the contents of the memory and just chatted about it as if it were daily routine.

Only Qu Yun's face turned green, and he almost gritted his teeth as he looked at the picture in the light and shadow.

Because of Jiang Zhige, Nangong Rou hates the color green, and now because of Jiang Zhige, Mo Ziyan likes red.

Although it was just some color likes and dislikes, in Qu Yun's eyes they were very different.

Precisely because the color seems unimportant, Nangong Rou and Mo Ziyan decide their preferences based on Jiang Zhige, which makes Jiang Zhige seem extremely important in their hearts.

Especially the feeling of being inferior to Jiang Zhige, Qu Yun felt like he was going crazy.

He couldn't understand why he was not as good as a demon cultivator who was wanted by everyone. Mo Ziyan didn't know Qu Yun's psychological activities, but just stared at the picture in the light and shadow.

To be honest, a thousand years have passed and she can no longer remember why she likes red, but she just wears red dresses out of habit.

In the light and shadow picture, time has come to night.

Mo Ziyan finished his training early and prepared to have a good night's rest in preparation for tomorrow's experience.

This was her first time going out for training with Jiang Zhige. Given Jiang Zhige's strict personality, the training would definitely be very difficult or arduous.

When Mo Ziyan passed by the Lintian Palace, she suddenly heard a rustling sound nearby.

"who?!"

Mo Ziyan quickly became alert and looked around at the dark environment.