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    The saint looked at the clothes she was wearing, and after thinking about it, she went to the bedroom and compared them one by one to find clothes to wear. After a while, she finally found something suitable and put it on. Finally, she looked at the bun she was holding and looked at it slightly.  After pondering, he spread out his clothes, took out a bottle of perfume and sprinkled some on his body.  ) Then she sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the masked self in the mirror in a daze. Suddenly she remembered something. She took out the talisman bag, opened it and took out the skull chain that her father gave her. Her mental power began to penetrate, and she frowned and tried many times.  , sighed in frustration: "I still don't feel that way!" "Did that guy really move? Although he has the strength of a god king, he cannot have such a strong mental power. My father said that he is not a Monk tribesman. Since he is  Even the God Emperor couldn't detect anything strange, and would only think it was a dead thing!" the saint murmured to herself.  "And even the powerful mental power cannot erase or destroy the affinity contained in it. What's going on? But from what he said, he must have touched the talisman bag. No, I have to ask him again!"  The saint said very puzzledly.  "Well, I forgot to tell my father about the situation of this clan's most precious treasure. Maybe I can know why. It's getting late, so let's talk about it in the morning!" Then the saint sighed a little depressed.  "Oops, a small wooden stick is missing!" The saint put away the skull chain and went to flip through the contents of the talisman bag, suddenly saying depressedly.  The saint hurriedly came out and looked for it in the living room but didn't see it. She suddenly said angrily: "Huh, that guy must have taken it away. No, I have to get it back. I spent a lot of money to get all the seven small logs."  Great!" Jiang Fan returned to the room and lay on the bed, waiting for the time in boredom. He took out the small wooden stick from his arms and looked at it and couldn't help but smile. Haha, the saint is not real. This thing comforts himself.  "Hey, this little wooden stick seems a little different. How do you make a strange vinegar smell?" Jiang Fan played with the small wooden stick and suddenly sniffed it and said in surprise. He really didn't pay attention to it in the saint's room before.  Since the maid held a small wooden stick and pressed the soles of the saint's feet, Jiang Fan couldn't get closer to smell it, so he thought about throwing the wooden stick farther away, and the faint smell suddenly disappeared.  Jiang Fan took the small wooden stick in his hand again, and after feeling it carefully, he smelled the very faint smell again. He was sure that it was the smell of the small wooden stick. Could it be that the material of the small wooden stick was quite special?  Immediately, the Eye of Wind looked through and saw the arrangement of textures inside. ????????????????????????????????? Well, it¡¯s really unusual. It turns out that it¡¯s not made of whole wood, it has no texture, it should be made of pressed dregs. This process is a bit difficult!  Jiang Fan was a little surprised.  Jiang Fan scraped it with his nails, but the crumbs came out without any loss. They were very hard and smooth. Jiang Fan switched to the penetration of his mind and his mind, and soon noticed a very complex medicinal fragrance, and it also contained a trace of spiritual energy.  Some people understood that it was made of Fulingcao.  Hehe, what is the use of making this small wooden stick from the dregs of Fulingcao?  Is it like the kind of physical therapy and massage in the human world, which works on acupuncture points and promotes blood circulation?  Jiang Fan was thinking wildly and was very interested, but he also understood that it would not be used to comfort him.  It's a pity that Jiang Fan hasn't had time to study the method of alchemy. In the past, medical skills mainly relied on spells to treat diseases, and he was not very clear about medicines. Moreover, he was also relatively unfamiliar with the Talisman Grass in the Talisman World, so he was unable to study the specifics of the small wooden stick.  What material is it made of.  After a while, Jiang Fan checked that the time was almost up, immediately put the small wooden stick in his arms and went out straight to the back garden. It was quiet along the way. It was already late at night.  As soon as Jiang Fan stepped into the back garden, he heard the slight sound of tinkling dong dong. He was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the mysterious beauty. Could it be that the mysterious beauty is here?  He quickly quickened his pace and soon saw a woman in a white gauze skirt and hair sitting with her back to him in the pavilion, playing with a musical instrument.  Damn it, it¡¯s really that mysterious beauty, she¡¯s here too!  Jiang Fan was overjoyed, but then he frowned, eh, the shoulders are so broad and thick, and the waistline is so thick!  Have you not gained weight these days?  Suddenly Jiang Fan shrugged his nose and smelled a faint familiar fragrance. Hey, isn't this the scent of that mysterious beauty?  Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.  "Hello, it's been a long time. It's late at night, the flowers are full and the moon is full. What an elegant environment. Why are you just playing an instrument and not playing a song?" Jiang Fan hurried forward and walked in. He coughed a few times and laughed.  "It seems like only half an hour has passed. How can you say it after such a long time?" The long-haired woman in the tulle group turned around and smiled.  Damn it, it¡¯s a saint!  Jiang Fan was stunned and depressed when he saw it, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Hey, why are you wearing a white dress and wearing your hair down? Isn't your hair tied up? By the way, what kind of perfume are you using? It's tacky.  !¡± ¡°What, are you disappointed? Do you think I am that?¡±?A woman?  "The saint was startled, and then she understood and felt uncomfortable. "Why can't I wear a white gauze skirt, let my hair down, and use perfume?  Why is it so tacky?  Didn't I say that she is not free these two days, but you invite me to come, but you think it's her?  If you want to see a beautiful woman so much, why do you invite me here again?  "Then the saint asked angrily. "Damn it, it seems that she is not planning to let me see the mysterious beauty for the time being. She is really being a scumbag. Forget it, there is no need to ask. Let's go back to bed in ten minutes.  ! Jiang Fan frowned and didn't answer. He walked up and looked at the instrument, sat opposite the saint, moved the instrument over and put it in place, playing with it with his fingers to try out the tune. "Can you play this instrument?"  "Jiang Fan didn't say anything. The saint thought that he was wrong and kept silent, so she didn't pursue it. This attitude was reasonable and she was quite satisfied. She wasn't annoyed when she saw him snatching the instrument. After hearing this, she frowned and asked, "You know how?  Play this instrument?  Jiang Fan still smiled and said nothing. He had never played this kind of instrument before, but his achievements and talents in music were extremely high. No matter what instrument he played, they were all similar, so it was not a problem to find the right pitch to play.  The instrument made intermittent tinkling sounds as Jiang Fan fiddled with it. After a few minutes, the saint became impatient and dissatisfied. Why did this guy always ignore me? "Can you, no?"  Just don't fiddle with it, it's a mess and disturbing!  " "I know music, but I don't know the name of this instrument, and I have never played it!  "Jiang Fan stopped and smiled lightly. "Then why are you pretending? If you won't let me come, I will play a song for you!  "The saint was speechless, and said angrily and amusedly. She stretched out her hand to move the instrument to show off. "Don't move, I've already tried out the tone. It's better for me to play to express my mood. After I finish playing, I'll leave!  Jiang Fan held down the instrument and said, wondering if he was in the mood to listen to her playing. "Oh, have you tried out the tune?"  Okay, just play it, I hope you can listen!  "The saint had no choice but to give up. She was a little surprised and said disapprovingly. Even if a music master came to play an unused instrument, he would not be able to play very good music. Jiang Fan did not answer, calmed down, closed his eyes and dropped his fingers.  , suddenly the sound of nature appeared, sometimes exciting, sometimes lingering and warm, sometimes vast, sometimes the clear spring water was extremely elegant, the saint was shocked, this is an absolute master level! After a while, the tone changed and became sluggish,  Somewhat restless, lost, depressed, and depressed, the music suddenly stopped after a few minutes. A message to readers: First update.
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