Rivals in Love [Quick Transmigration]

Mo Ze felt inexplicably that Song Li was scolding him, and he already knew that it was him last night, but seeing Song Li's obedient appearance, he shook his head.

"Have you ever learned stringed instruments?" Moze put one hand around his thin shoulders and led him to a small room in the temple. The small room was very quiet and clean.

A small wooden table was placed in the middle, and nothing was placed on it. Mo Ze let go of his shoulders, and with a wave of his hand, a guqin similar to Huaguo appeared on the table.

Song Li rubbed his shoulders. The man's hands are really strong. He pretended to be unfamiliar with this thing that looked like a guqin, and shook his head, "I was just a little beggar before, how could I know so much?"

But he touched it curiously. This is something similar to a Guqin, with 26 strings. This is the first time he has seen it. He has also been to ancient times before and learned various ancient instruments, but he is still not familiar with this kind of instrument. .

Ding——As soon as the finger was put on it, the 'Guqin' gave out a crisp cry.

Surprise flashed in Moze's eyes, and he crossed his arms and said, "This is 'That Ye', and those who have pure divine power cannot pluck the strings."

Song Li withdrew his hand, "Oh."

Mo Ze watched Song Li withdraw his hand obediently. His long black hair flowed down to his waist, which was very cute. There was no one around. Mo Ze couldn't help stroking Song Li's hair with his big hand.

The comfort coming from the bottom of his heart made Mo Ze sigh, and stroked Song Li's hair with fiery eyes.

With a big hand on his head, Song Li moved a step, turned around and looked at Mo Ze, "Teacher, let's start." Song Li pointed at that.

It is also an exclusive musical instrument used during sacrifices. The 26 strings represent the gods in the sky. If one can be plucked, it means that one is recognized by a god and at the same time bestowed blessings, so it is very important to play sacrificial music at the sacrificial ceremony. Pivotal.

That is related to the smooth weather of the Xilin Kingdom for the next year, so Liu Lan chose Song Li who was blessed three times after making a careful choice.

One is the preference of the God of Light, and the other is that he is young and pure in mind.

Moze admired Liu Lan's decision, allowing him to touch his black hair so easily.

The first time he saw the young man, he noticed his serious black eyes, and the second time he was completely attracted by his black hair. Those nobles said that black hair is a symbol of ominousness, and he thought it too.

But when he saw Song Li's hair, he couldn't help but love him so much, he wished he could tie him by his side and play with his hair until he got tired of it.

But Song Li is a son of God, no matter how much Mo Ze thinks about it, he can't bear it, he can only sneak around, and because he is not proficient in business, he was teased.

I have to admit that the young man's face is very attractive. Last night, the red face stared at him with round eyes, the silk pajamas on his white arms slipped to his elbows, and his little white hands grabbed him. I have to say that the young man really has this capital .

Song Li looked at the man who stood there dumbfounded, coughed, and raised his voice, "Teacher, it's time for us to start practicing."

Moze came back to his senses, and the thin lips under the cloak slightly hooked, "Sit down first, don't think about anything in your mind, don't do anything, just put your fingers on it lightly, and play as you like."

Song Li nodded, tried his best to throw away the random thoughts in his heart, closed his eyes, put his hands on the strings seriously, and played the first note slowly, and after a few messy notes, there was a faint The rudimentary piano music sounded.

Mo Ze leaned on his chin, and looked at Song Li who closed his eyes without blinking his long and narrow eyes. At this moment, he was full of divine power, looking holy and noble. Because his divine power was still too weak, Mo Ze looked at Song Li without any discomfort. present.

With a casual glance, he was attracted by the blue brooch on Song Li's chest.

Having been with Song Li for so long, I barely know that he hates cumbersomeness, but now he is wearing a brooch, but it is a bit unexpected, and it is also a bit dazzling.

When Song Li felt that his fingers were throbbing and his whole body was uncomfortable, he stopped playing unconsciously, opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at his bloody hand, took a breath, put down his hand and looked at Mo Ze.

"Teacher, I don't know if I did the right thing?" Song Li looked at Mo Ze with a slight smile.

Although he couldn't see Mo Ze's entire face, Song Li could feel Mo Ze's eyes on his chest, and remembered the brooch Is put on him in the morning, so he understood that Mo Ze should pay attention.

Mo Ze stood behind Song Li, bent down and put his hands on the strings, "Just now I can only prove that you can use that, and then I will train you to play sacrificial music."

As soon as the words fell, a high-pitched and crisp sound came out, followed by a passionate and tragic sacrificial music, which could not be echoed in the cabin. Song Li looked at the magic power released from the strings, which was the same as divine power.

That surging magical power that seemed to drown him was the strength of the magister?Song Li blinked his eyes, felt the warm body behind him leave, and the muscles quietly relaxed, so the pain on his fingers became more obvious.

"Have you remembered the melody just now?" Mo Ze leaned against the wall, looked at Song Li's hand, asked him seriously without saying anything.

"I roughly remember it." It's just that when I really got started, I didn't know what to do. Song Li looked at Mo Ze and said, "Teacher, do it again." Song Li stood up and walked aside to give Mo Ze his seat.

Moze didn't say he was stupid or anything else, he hummed, sat on the chair, stretched out his pale and slender fingers on the strings under Song Li's gaze, as if his whole body breathed a sigh of relief after he started playing. Change, dissolved in the repertoire played.

"Teacher, are you not human!?" Song Li said suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere became solemn.

"How do you know?" Moser started playing again, asking as he played.

"I guessed it." Song Li smiled, dimpled, "They say that undead are just like people, except that their skin is pale and bloodless."

"Listen to what they said." Moze's lips curled slightly, and he smiled indifferently, "Or you want to see my true face, so you came to test me." Moze didn't take what he said seriously. The god son of a beggar would never see his true nature.

"Yes, I just want to see the teacher's true face." Song Li smiled mischievously, and instantly grabbed Mo Ze's mask, wanting to take it off, who knew that the world was spinning, his wrist was held by someone, and his whole body was crushed by Mo Ze on his lap.

The soft stomach pressed against Mo Ze's firm thighs, and Song Lijue was about to vomit out last night's dinner, "Let me go."

"The next offense, son of God Song Li, how do you say the punishment?" Mo Ze looked at this bold student and asked.

"It was my fault, teacher, let me go." Song Li said softly, his dark eyes looked at Mo Ze's pale and round chin, and he looked at the ground depressed.

Moze patted his butt, looked at the injury on his hand, and put him down, "Practice hard, and wipe your fingers at night." Moze gave Song Li a transparent glass bottle, which contained Milky ointment.

Mo Ze rubbed his fingers unconsciously. The touch just now was almost the same as when he was playing with Song Li's hair.

Song Li was still immersed in the humiliation of being spanked just now, but there was no way to cure him, so he had to put the glass bottle in his arms, "Teacher, please step aside, I have to practice."

At the end of the day, Song Li's fingers were so rotten that he couldn't use them anymore. Mo Ze stopped him and lazily folded his arms, "When you practice tomorrow, remember to use divine power on your fingers to protect your fingers. Divine power is for use, not just for display." Look." After saying that, he left straight away.

Song Li frowned and thought, a big hand patted his shoulder, "How about it, Song Li." It was Yaser, with a hint of concern in his tone.

For half a month, Yase seemed to put away the sharp thorns on his body, and when he saw Song Li, he didn't look coldly at him, but actually smiled, as if he was a different person.

Song Li looked at Yase's golden hair and nodded politely, "It's okay."

"I think your fingers are all rotten, is sacrificial music so difficult to practice?" Yaser looked at Song Li's bloody hand, widened his eyes, looked at Mo Ze's back, and shrank his voice, "It's not the teacher who made things difficult for you. right?"

"No, don't talk nonsense." Song Li said a word, then saw Yisi's figure, said goodbye to Yaser in a hurry, and walked in front of Yisi.

"Iss." Song Li looked at Iss with a bad expression, "What's wrong with you?"

Iss shook his head, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired from catching an undead just now." Iss took Song Li's hand, "Son of God, your hand?"

Song Li withdrew his hand, "It's okay, let's go back." Looking at Iss' worried eyes, he smiled slightly and walked out of the temple, with Iss following behind.

After returning to the palace, the sky was already full of stars. Song Li ate dinner and asked Yisi to bandage the wound, then sat on the roof of the palace and watched the night outside.

In fact, Song Li is tired of looking at the stars, and the thousands of worlds are also formed by the stars, so he really doesn't feel very good about the stars.

The night here was too quiet, Song Li was wearing a cloak, admiring the whole appearance of the temple lightly.

Brightly lit, noble and mysterious.

"It's the undead!" A panicked voice came from the palace next to it, breaking the silence of the entire temple.

Song Li looked at the bloodless man in a black cloak rushing towards him. The man held a bloody fork in his hand, and stared fiercely at Song Li who was blocking his way.

"Go away!" The man looked at Song Li, and almost stabbed Song Li with a swing of the fork.

Song Li's hairs exploded, feeling the coldness of the undead body, unconsciously divine power gushed out from his hand, and stopped the undead with a palm.

The undead man gritted his teeth, and stared at Song Li closely with his blood-red eyes, as if he wanted to swallow his flesh and blood. Song Li suddenly thought of Mo Ze's golden pupils. The narrow and long pupils were golden, unusually cold, with a metallic texture.

Thinking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. Song Li watched the undead man being kicked to the ground by Mo Ze, spitting blood, and once again admired Mo Ze's force value.

Just why is he here?

The guards under the palace arrived, caught the undead, and then respectfully saluted the two, "Master Magister, Son of God, I surprised you!"

"It's okay, you can step back." Song Li sat on the roof, looked at Mo Ze who was standing beside him, "Thank you teacher just now."

Mo Ze lazily hummed, "I don't have the skills, but I ran out to mess around, are you not afraid of death? Or do you want to die?" Mo Ze meant that he was overthinking his ability to stop the undead just now.

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