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

In a few days it will be the day when the Immortal World Conference will be held.

Because the master had previously announced during the lecture that there were already candidates for the accompanying companions for this conference, Bai Lin did not expect that Mu Qinghe would invite him to participate with him the day before.

"Come with me," Mu Qinghe seemed to have thought of a good way to persuade him, "Just treat it...as a coming-of-age ceremony."

Only then did Bai Lin recall that a few days ago seemed to coincide with the day when he was a thousand-year-old immortal cultivator coming of age ceremony, but he didn't expect Master to still remember it.

He was still secretly happy in his heart, but he also felt that it was inappropriate.

With so many disciples in the sect, taking him there who doesn't have any spiritual knowledge at all, wouldn't it be a tasteless vase?

But if something happens, it doesn't matter who you take with you.

Now that there is a deficit in the door, there is no need to mention the second senior brother, the senior brother Yuehua has not come out of confinement, so taking him is no different from bringing other three-legged cats.

Bai Lin scratched his head in embarrassment: "Master... where are the other brothers?"

A gust of wind blew up Mu Qinghe's moon-white gown, and even his words became unreal.

"The only person I want to invite is you."

When Mu Qinghe said this, his expression was very serious.

Bai Lin's heart beat extremely fast in a trance, he quickly agreed to the master, then tightly closed the door, and took a few deep breaths.

only you.

That's it.

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The journey to Qishan with Mu Qinghe was somewhat dull, and Bai Lin almost fell asleep all the way.

When the carriage stopped at the foot of Qishan, Mu Qinghe gently woke him up and handed him a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in due course.

I don't know whether it's greed or emotion, Bai Lin almost burst into tears, eating while crying.

"too delicious!"

Sincerely, Huaxia is a good master, Master God with a dead fish face, learn a little bit, and look at others!

【? 】

A scourge of thunder that Father Tong intentionally dropped not far away shocked Bai Lin to his deathbed and sat up in shock.

Forget it, Rin Lin doesn't care about this idiot fan.

After going up the mountain, it was the scene of the Immortal World Conference, which was only gathered once in a hundred years, so it was naturally very lively.

Bai Lin watched a large group of white-bearded grandfathers and middle-aged people in various Taoist robes greet each other.

"Isn't this Xinghai Xianjun?"

"Hahaha, Immortal Yongnian looks good this year..."

"Where, is Immortal Jiayu in good health? Where's Madam?"

That scene was very similar to the scene where Bai Lin's mother, father, and relatives sat around the coffee table and chatted all night long when Bai Lin returned home during the Chinese New Year. From time to time, he, a junior, would be accidentally injured.

Their words instantly became in his ears——

Do you have a car, a house, a job promotion?

There is also soul torture, have you found the object?

Damn, sure enough, the social circles in the fairy world and the human world are similar.

However, the status of formal clothing such as Taoist robes at the Immortal World Conference is like a suit at a Western-style dinner party. Speaking of which, Master is still wearing a long gown today...

Bai Lin turned her head and stared at Mu Qinghe.

It doesn't matter, even though you don't fit in with other people, Shizun is Shizun, and you look good in whatever you wear!

Mu Qinghe looked at this apprentice who was staring at him in a daze, with a slight smile on his lips.

People kept coming to say hello along the way, but Mu Qinghe's tone of response was very cold.

It may be that the master is used to being gentle with himself, so he is not used to his indifferent appearance to outsiders.

Seeing one pair after another of fairy couples walk by arm in arm, Bai Lin began to think carefully.

As he walked, he gently put his hand on Mu Qinghe's.

The latter just glanced down at him, then held Bai Lin's hand tightly.

... Well, it's so warm.