The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

It is said to be cleaning, but in fact there is already a special person in charge of cleaning during the day, so there is not much work at night, and Bai Lin finishes it before midnight.

He joyfully carried the piano out of Mu Qinghe's residence.

This abstinent old man's face is a bit cold, but he has a good personality, and he sounds like an elegant man, and he seems to be well maintained.

A big stone in Bai Lin's heart fell to the ground, luckily it wasn't the old man with white hair.

As soon as he returned to his residence, Ah Liang rushed over.

"How about it?"

At first, Ah Liang was quite happy to see Bai Lin came back alive, but he saw that he was still holding a black cloth bag in his arms.

"What is this?" Ah Liang yawned halfway, his face paled in shock, "You dare to follow things from Master's room, don't you think it's bad to be alive?"

Lin Lin was wronged.

"This is given to me by Master."

With a little complacency, Bai Lin carefully placed the cloth bag on the table, opened it, and the ancient brown piano added a bit of flavor against the candlelight.

A Liang's mouth was wide open, and he stepped forward and gently stroked the surface of the piano with his fingers.

"No way, this is the phoenix wood of Qishan, which has the function of improving the cultivation of the piano player. It is said that the ancestor Le Zhan used this material to play the piano. He alone resisted more than 500 elite forces of the Wicked League!"

The rivers and lakes they live in are mixed with fish and dragons, and there are all kinds of magic weapons.

A Liang has always talked about the rumors. The Le Zhan in his mouth is the originator of the magic instrument of cultivating immortals. The sect master, who has always disliked sacrifices, also acquiesced.

Because he was one of Mu Qinghe's masters, but he died in the battle between immortals and demons in the end.

Bai Lin defended.

"But the master said, this piano can only be used to play music, it has no immortal power."

He didn't know yellow wood and red wood. Anyway, the master's voice was nice and nice, so he did whatever he said.

A Liang looked at Qin, eager to try.

"...can I try?"

Bai Lin nodded.

Because it was Zi Shi, and the other disciples had already fallen asleep, A Liang just plucked the strings lightly, and immediately, a clear and clear tone spread.

Bai Lin's eyes widened, the sound of the piano was really unusual, it seemed to have an ethereal effect, and it swayed round and round in the air.

A Liang closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them.

"It's really not, it's strange."

He really didn't feel any sign of immortal power.

It stands to reason that after such a qin is made, the person who made the qin needs to inject immortal power to draw out the spiritual veins inside and integrate them. But now, he does feel that a lot of power comes from Mu Qinghe, but there is no response from the qin.

"I've already told you, but you still don't believe me." Bai Lin pulled Qin out of Ah Liang's claws with some distress, "Go to bed early, you have to practice tomorrow morning."

Ah Liang snorted, no need to practice without spiritual knowledge, what a great thing!

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On a quiet night, the moon is as cool as water.

Mu Qinghe sat on the bed, but couldn't sleep at all. His complexion was not good, and he frowned and covered his chest.

He heard the qin playing just now, and wondered if it was Bai Lin playing it.

The strings seemed to be pulling at his heart, every time he played a note, the pain in Mu Qinghe's heart would intensify.

Another month, another month... just let him force out all the poisonous Gu in his body.