Mo Ruoqin
"Girl, practice hard. You are the last disciple of the two of us old masters. You are our only female disciple!! You must do your best!! If someone bullies you, beat them to death. I will protect you even if they kill you!!"
Feng Jingci felt a warm feeling in her heart and raised her hands to hug the two of them.
But when he saw the two big gold teeth showing when the old beggar opened his mouth, he quietly retracted them.
After struggling for so long, the two finally passed through the scroll and reached the other side of the world with satisfaction.
Feng Jingci also lazily pulled her skirt and walked to the Hongmeng Tower in the space.
She hadn't taken the time to take a good look at Mo Ruoxuan yet. After entering, she discovered that Mo Ruoxuan was far more complicated than it seemed.
In addition to the weapons piled up in the hall, there is also a place dedicated to training.
But she tried many times to get into the compartment inside but failed.
When she came in again today, Feng Jingci went straight to the cubicle.
He raised his hand and carefully stroked the intricate patterns on the small door of the compartment.
Feng Jingci narrowed her eyes slightly. These intricate patterns looked like a picture!
The slender fingers gathered a ray of spiritual power and slowly shot it towards the intricate patterns on the door.
On the small brown door at my fingertips, the shape of a harp gradually emerged...
After a moment, Feng Jingci saw the shape clearly: it was a guqin!
She loved playing the piano in her previous life. Her eyes lit up slightly and she raised her hand to retract her spiritual power.
White spiritual energy flowed slowly on the door, and the shape of the guqin became more and more obvious.
Feng Jingci couldn't help but raise her hand and touch it again.
But this time, as soon as her soft and slender fingertips touched the door, she felt a sudden stinging sensation.
She frowned slightly in pain and quickly withdrew her hand.
The specks of bright red blood on the door disappeared, leaving only white spiritual energy flowing around the intricate patterns.
The spiritual power circulated faster and faster, and finally gathered at one point. The wooden door opened with a loud noise.
A dazzling white light came from behind the wooden door, and Feng Jingci subconsciously raised her hands to protect her eyes.
After getting used to the strong light, Feng Jingci could see clearly what was behind the wooden door.
Behind the wooden door, it is not made of wood like other places.
Instead, it is layer upon layer of jade that glows white.
Looking around the entire room, it is decorated with fine white jade.
Feng Jingci walked a few steps inside and saw an extremely conspicuous brown wooden guqin placed in the center of the white room.
When she walked to the guqin, Feng Jingci found that there were no strings on it.
The brown guqin was very rough, with nothing on it, and even a piece of the body was broken.
Feng Jingci picked it up and took a look. It was just a useless zither...
He frowned slightly and wanted to put the guitar back.
But the wound on her finger, which had not yet healed, leaked drops of bright red as she moved, all falling onto the zither in front of her...
The broken guqin changed at this moment.
The brown body of the guitar slowly spread outward from the blood-stained area...
Until finally, the brown body of the guqin completely turned into a white jade guqin...
Feng Jingci looked at her fingers, then used her other hand to stroke the white jade guqin in front of her.
The pure spiritual energy within the zither flowed straight into her body through her fingertips, warming her entire body!
Below the guqin are a few small and exquisite lavender fonts: Mo Ruoqin.
The strings also slowly emerged at this time.
A faint aura lingers on the transparent purple strings, and purple tassels hang from the headstock.
Feng Jingci was surprised for a moment and sat down cross-legged.
The slender fingers could not wait to place them on the strings, and the slender white fingers were very familiar with the strings. They gently plucked, twisted, and picked them again...
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