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

Bai Lin didn't have spiritual consciousness, so it was much easier to move on the mountain.

For example, he doesn't have to abide by many trivial regulations on the practice of disciples in the sect, and he can lie on the bed and sleep soundly while other disciples are practicing.

But since Bai Lin passed through, he had to hurry up, he had to find a way to get close to that old man who didn't seem to know how to fall in love at all.

Judging from the contact with Mu Qinghe last night, he was very kind to the original owner, but it was only limited to the friendship between master and apprentice.

He is very measured, and he refuses to go beyond half a step.

Bai Lin was anxiously waiting, he had to take the initiative.

So on this day, he decided to take advantage of the early morning when everyone else was going to practice, to deliver some food to Mu Qinghe, as a return gift from the last time he gave Qin.

Regarding cooking skills, Bai Lin is super confident. After all, his cooking skills have been recognized by the lord god, and the master should like it too!

The saying goes well.

To grab a man's heart, first grab his stomach.

Mu Qinghe was going to give lectures to his disciples first in the morning, and Bai Lin carefully carried the box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes he made last night in his bosom, looking for an opportunity to give it to him.

He just stared at Mu Qinghe from the line. After the lecture, Bai Lin saw him go and followed him.

Mu Qinghe's footsteps were very fast, obviously using some magic tricks, and he was getting faster and faster.

Bai Lin, a mortal, wanted to catch up, so he almost galloped, and he was out of breath.

Even so, Bai Lin could only watch his footsteps getting further and further away, Bai Lin felt that his soul was about to run away.

Finally, he completely lost him in front of a bamboo forest.

"...where did he go?"

Bai Lin only saw Mu Qinghe's back disappearing into the darkness deep in the bamboo forest, and he didn't know which way to go at the next fork in the road.

And when he looked around, he found a more pressing problem than Mu Qing and where to go.

Where is this?

Weilan Mountain is too big, and the area of ​​Xianyu Gate only occupies half of the mountainside. This is obviously a deeper location in Weilan Mountain, which is completely out of Bai Lin's cognition.

He tried to walk forward for a while, but found that he seemed to be back at the same place. Why does this fork in the road look familiar?

Also, the wind is a bit... chilly, hey.

call out!

When Bai Lin turned his head, a dharma sword was only an inch away from piercing his forehead.

Mu Qinghe saw who was coming, and hurriedly stopped, forcing Bai Lin to take a few steps back.

Bai Lin saw a person falling in front of him lightly like a god descending from the earth.

"What are you doing here?"

Mu Qinghe put away the magic weapon, his tone was very severe, completely different from his calm words last night.

Bai Lin was a little frightened, he didn't expect Mu Qinghe to be practicing in this bamboo forest, so he quickly half-knelt on the ground.

"Disciple... the disciple made some snacks, and originally planned to give them to the master after the lecture, but unexpectedly, the master left too fast, so the disciple followed me out of curiosity..."

After hearing his apology, Mu Qinghe didn't respond for a long time.

Bai Lin felt that something was wrong, forgot the rules inside the door, and secretly raised his head to take a look.

This glance was terrible, I saw Mu Qinghe half clutching his chest, slightly bent over and lowered his head.

What's going on, is this uncomfortable?

With a sound of "Zheng", Bai Lin was taken aback by the sound of his scabbard poking against the stone, Mu Qinghe could not even stand still and needed the scabbard to support him.