Fiddling with the spirit plants and throwing them into the medicine furnace, Lin Hanshui's eyes were a little heavy, "Ethereal Pill?"

is worthy of being a senior brother of medical cultivation, just by looking at the materials, he knows what kind of thing he is refining.

He nodded.

Lin Hanshui said, "What are you doing refining this?"

A medical disciple, in addition to the natal medicine furnace, the most precious thing is the spirit strain that he collected. If the brain was still normal, it would be impossible to try such a material-consuming elixir.

Ethereal pill belongs to the middle grade, if you practice hands, more than other Chinese pills can be tried, not only the material consumption is less, maybe it can also play a practical role.

Who uses this thing? Except for people with heart disease, there are no buyers. But how many people with heart disease can afford it? Therefore, this elixir can be called a chicken rib, and the disciples will perfectly avoid it when they practice their hands.

He wiped the corner of his forehead with the back of his unsoiled hand and said, "Someone wants it." ”

Lin Hanshui was just about to give the little junior sister some guidance as a senior brother, but he closed his mouth when he heard the words.

Luo Miao threw one of the fire spirit beads into it, and the beads fell to the ground into fire, and the wind blew without moving, which was very stable.

After the elixir was refined, he put away the medicine and the medicine stove one by one.

Looking at the classroom, many people have come out one after another.

Lin Hanshui put away the answer sheet and sent it to the inner room of Zhang Xun's medicine house. Zhang Xun is not in the medicine house today, and he doesn't know which mountain to go to.

When I arrived in the backyard, the wind was blowing coldly, and a piece of crooked spirit plants seemed to have been destroyed by something, all of them were listless, and they looked particularly miserable.

...... Is there any salvation from this?

Lin Hanshui is proficient in business, and he thinks he has done this kind of thing many times, and he is very handy.

Set aside a few porcelain basins and pull out the medicine dagger to shovel the soil.

I watched him get to work, blinked, and there were no other tools around, did she want her to use her hand planing?

She crouched down beside a poor spirit plant, and heard a cold voice come from, "Don't do it. ”

Do you have to move your feet if you don't do it?

Lin Hanshuidao, "...... Bring the pots. ”

Those slender and white hands, he was reluctant to let it touch the cold and hard soil, so he had to casually say a less difficult thing for her to do, but as soon as he said this, he regretted it, those few flower pots also have a bit of weight, what if the little sister can't move?

In fact, he brought the stack of flower pots to the backyard with one hand.

Luo Luo picked up the flower pots one by one, placed them beside him, and arranged them in a very intimate row.

Lin Hanshui: ...... He didn't dig that fast.

After doing this, I looked at the yard, and my hands began to itch again, and I couldn't be idle alone.

Lin Hanshui's heart tightened, and seeing that the little junior sister's hand was about to reach out to the black mud again, a pair of phoenix eyes looked at it, and said, "It's not like this." ”

Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand.

These spirit plants are miserable enough, if the method is not right, the spirit plant will die in Huangquan, and Zhang Xian will be finished with her usual points.

Lin Hanshui: "I'll just come." ”

Luo Ming: So the purpose of you calling me to stay?

In the end, she moved out the rattan chair that Zhang Xianchang loved in the inner room, and she just sat and watched Lin Hanshui clean up the entire yard.

"Senior brother asked me to move the flower pots?"

If he came, he wouldn't need to make a few more trips.

Lin Hanshui nodded calmly, "Hmm." I have mud on my hands, and I'm afraid it will stain the pots. ”

......

You're a senior brother, and you're right.

......

I was tired after sitting all afternoon, and it was the sunniest afternoon when I returned to the Immortal Residence.

The door of the ashram was hidden, and when I peeked in, it was empty.

It is estimated that the master is not at home. He pushed open the door and slipped in, only to see a slender piano table in the middle, just in front of the jade couch that Master practiced on weekdays.

Isn't the phoenix tail qin on the piano table that was obtained from the spiritual realm?

It's been so long that I've almost forgotten about it. She once learned a little flute, but she didn't know anything about string music. When I was learning the guitar, I felt that the strings were too difficult to press, and I guess the guqin was also difficult.

Curiously, he plucked the strings, and the "Zheng" sounded clearly, and the majestic aura suddenly stirred, rippling invisible ripples.

She was so happy that she naturally didn't notice the sound of the door opening behind her.

Feng Qihan quietly watched her almost lie on the piano table, with a coquettish face, as if she was playing with some toy, and smiled quite brightly.

(No, no, no, my IQ is probably only able to play the rattle, or quit?)

A pair of large, dry and warm hands reached out from behind him, wrapping around the little hand that was playing around. I was stunned for a moment, and I was about to turn my head to look, but I only saw a dark red placket.

Feng Qi smiled coldly.

Because it was close, and it was almost attached to Feng Qihan's chest, the chuckle sounded extremely clear, and even carried a vibration in the chest.

A hot breath rushed up from the soles of her feet, and her cheeks were hot, but there was only a hint of understatement, except for the two pointed ears, which were so red that they seemed to drip blood.

What kind of nonsense do you think! She spits on herself very much, is that her master, okay! A teacher for one day, a father for life! She actually thinks about an old father who has these things and doesn't have them! Qiu Ming, you are too unhuman!

What was going to die was that the hand moved a little, gently as if brushing a feather.

Feng Qihan took her hand and gently pressed it on the strings, her right hand slid over the strings, and the sound of the flying spring splashing jade suddenly sounded.

The frost clears the sleeves, and the sound of the piano intoxicates the face.

After finishing the song, Feng Qihan withdrew his hand casually and said, "This is a good piano." ”

I breathed a sigh of relief, and the uncomfortable feeling disappeared.

"Do you want to learn?"

She didn't seem to have much talent in this area.

Isn't her master a sword cultivator, and it is surprising that those hands can still be used to play the piano.

And it's very nice. She is so stupid, as his apprentice, she will not ruin the reputation of the master.

Feng Qihan blinked, and the long and black eyelashes swept across the eyelids, which made the black eyes shine and breathtaking.

This piano has already confessed to the Lord, but for some reason, it does not reject him. Since he has recognized the master, it is the spiritual weapon of his little apprentice, if he can't play, although he can play it randomly, he can also exert three layers of power, but it is a violent destruction of heavenly things.

He was also about to tempt the little apprentice, but when he saw her blink, he said obediently, "I want to learn." ”

Feng Qihan stretched out his hand to support his forehead, feeling that sooner or later he would be so cute that she would lose his armor.

She felt that her master was so powerful, and she had better work hard, so as not to embarrass him.

Clench your little fists and be very determined!