Walking on the road, I asked Bai Ling, who was hanging on Song Qinghan's shoulder with some curiosity, and said, "Your leaves are not ordinary people, right?"
Bai Ling nodded and said, "My spiritual race has a holy tree. The leaves on it are rich in vitality. Just the cup that the old man drank just now is enough to make her healthy and her organs full of vitality!"
"It seems you are quite kind."
Song Qinghan said with a smile.
Bai Ling said naturally: "The old man is so kind to us, it is my duty to help her."
"The human race is not all bad people, right?"
I laughed and said.
Bai Ling nodded silently after hearing what I said.
After a while, Song Qinghan took out the flute, looked over and over again, and said in confusion: "Why did the goddess sister give me a flute?"
At this time, Song Qinghan was suddenly stunned for a moment, and a thought in her heart made her nod slightly.
I shook my head and said, "I can't play the flute, can you play it? You can give it a try!"
Song Qinghan nodded, and after observing the structure of the bamboo flute, he picked it up and started blowing it casually.
The melodious and melodious flute sounded from the mountains and soon filled the entire valley.
I said in a daze: "You really know how to play the flute?!"
Song Qinghan smiled and said shyly: "For the first time, I blew it with induction."
At this time, Bai Ling on the side suddenly said, "Why do I feel that a spiritual power overflowed from you when you just played the flute?"
Song Qinghan was stunned for a moment and said blankly: "But I don't feel anything."
"Take it and see it."
After Bai Ling took the flute away from Song Qinghan's hand, he also began to blow it with his eyes closed.
Her flute sound is no less than Song Qinghan. After trying to blow it, she said with certainty: "It's mental power, and this bamboo flute is made of special material and has a unique fragrance!"
Song Qinghan nodded as though he understood and said softly: "This mental power should be able to communicate with the soul."
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, shook her head, and said, "I don't know."
As the two of them were talking, they saw me not saying a word, and asked curiously: "Why don't you speak?"
I laughed awkwardly and said, "It's okay, but I'm thinking about whether I'd learn a flute too."
Song Qinghan burst into laughter when he heard this, and his eyes revealed cunning.
"And, I just knew it, there is no need for you to learn it deliberately."
Song Qinghan comforted him.
"All right."
I shrugged.
Suddenly, a strange movement came from the sky.
I looked up in surprise and found flocks of birds flying over.
"Look, come here."
Song Qinghan nodded slowly, and his guess was confirmed.
Large pieces of birds circling above us and haven't dispersed for a long time.
Bai Ling thought for a while and said, "Mental power can convey information and control the behavior of living things."
"Have you down."
Song Qinghan was intrigued.
She tore a little tape as a flute film, and kept debugging for a while, and finally blew a loud eagle cry.
As a mental force spreads away in all directions, three goshawks hover high above us.
Although the birds were a little scared, they still did not disperse.
"So how do we get them to be dismissed?"
Looking at the vast crowd in the sky, Bai Ling couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
Hearing this, Song Qinghan was also stunned.
"Yes, why do you let them leave here?"
Song Qinghan blew the flute a few more times and found that there were more and more birds here.
"Try it with me!"
Bai Ling snatched the flute away helplessly.
She closed her eyes quietly and slowly blew the flute.
A soothing and peaceful flute sound flowed out of Bai Ling's mouth, and then the birds began to gradually fade away until they all disappeared.
"How did you do it?"
Song Qinghan looked at Bai Ling with some admiration and asked in confusion.
"Just tell them through the spirit of the flute sound and let them leave."
Bai Ling clapped his hands and returned the flute to Song Qinghan.
"Under normal circumstances, the dialogue of mental power can only be carried out in the same race. I think this flute can allow us to communicate with creatures of different races through mental power."
"But I don't have the energy."
Song Qinghan said a little disappointedly.
"It's not necessary to have spiritual power, it can be done just by flute."