Galactic Garbage Station

“No, it can't be worse than the sound of a cutter, can it? ”

After Su Zheng's defeat, he felt something was wrong again. He decided to try again.

Instead of playing it seriously this time, he played it randomly, mainly thinking about listening to it, wondering how bad it really is.

What surprised him was that, with the sound of the violin, the construction team didn't care at all, as if they hadn't heard it, burying their heads to work.

“It's not that bad. ”

Su Mungu said, playing again seriously, but not long ago this time, the construction team stopped collectively, covering their ears, one by one revealed the colour of pain.

Su Qian couldn't help but wonder, what's going on here? Playing it yourself is worse than playing it randomly? Is it a coincidence?

Su Jin disbelieved in evil. He played it randomly for a moment. He played it seriously for a moment. It was not a coincidence that he found it. Every time he played it randomly, the construction team was deemed not to have heard it. Every time he played it seriously, the construction team was like Sun Wukong was cursed by a tight hoop. Poor construction team, almost tortured mad. If Su Xiao was not a major employer, he couldn't help but come and fight Su Xiao.

“Weird.” Su Jiansheng feared that the construction team would go mad and not continue to bounce.

“Have I... used the magic of the piano initially?” Su Ming thought about it, his eyes grew brighter, the divine color became a little strange. The magic of the qin is the magic of the spiritual system. It can calm the spirit of teammates and disturb the spirit of enemies through sound law. Now, once played seriously, it makes the construction team as uncomfortable as hearing the magic. It really is like the magic of the primary qin.

Su Zheng's control over spiritual power is estimated to be stronger than the vast majority of red magicians in the Emperor's time and space. After all, he is a real spiritual teacher. Therefore, he should have a certain talent for spiritual system magic. It is not impossible to use the magic of the Qin Emperor's time and space. Although it is unlikely that he has yet to understand the tone, comfort his teammates and make people feel comfortable, it is possible to do some minor damage, make people listen upset and need to be more proficient in the tone.

Su Zheng figured this out. He couldn't help but grin. Although he used a little magic in this way, it seemed a little frustrating, but as long as he was fluent in the music, really mastered the magic of the piano, and became a divine musician, it wasn't too far away.

Su Zheng didn't dare to continue practicing here, otherwise accidentally confusing people would be trouble. Go to the beach where no one is nearby and continue practicing. This exercise has been practiced for a day. The self-identification method has advanced considerably, but unfortunately it still scares away various small animals.

In the evening, after Le Guanglei and others left, Su Zheng entered the garbage station in hyperspace and continued to clean up the remaining garbage.

First of all, take those chips aside, but there is little hope for them. Based on past experience, because it is a different pattern, there is no matching dynasty on the planet, so it is not an antique, at most it can be considered a modern craft, but the broken craft is also of limited value.

Then, get the dirt, shreds, etc. aside.

“Huh!”

Su Zheng suddenly picked up a bamboo. There were no roots under the bamboo, but because it was stuck in moist soil, it started sprouting long leaves.

In general, bamboo is difficult to plant and live, but if it is close to the roots, preserves the freshness, seeds in moist soil, and conditions are suitable, it is also possible to grow.

Besides, it's not Earth's bamboo, it's the bamboo of the Emperor's time, and perhaps the bamboo of the Earth is much stronger.

Su Zheng picked up the bamboo and found that it was very bamboo. It was like an iron. It was cold and hard on top. It also had the same feel as steel. The bamboo surface and leaves were green and full of spiritual energy.

“Wait, is this regular bamboo, or Bikung Haibamboo? ”

Su Zheng suddenly moved in his heart. According to the ancient qin and phantom tower symbols in the garbage heap, these garbage, although domestic garbage, do not seem to be ordinary people's domestic garbage. These bamboos may or may not be ordinary bamboo.

The link between the qin and bamboo reminds one of the protagonists of the Emperor's time and space - Ye Yin Bamboo, Ye Yin Bamboo is in the Bamboo Sect, but because he was born with eight fingers, he was a genius of qin magic, followed the master to learn the music of the qin sect, the name of Ye Yin Bamboo, that's why it came. Speaking of Ye Yin Bamboo, he also had to think of the bamboo forest where his teenager grew up - Bi Kung Hai.

Around the bamboo of life in the middle of the Bikung Sea, eighteen purple bamboos are grown, their texture is hard as iron, with a huge life atmosphere and the power of nature's Tai Su. Each purple bamboo has a bamboo core that is specially refined to form a needle. Some diseases can be treated with Ye family medicine.

After the success of Yeyin Bamboo Academy, and by virtue of the purple bamboo needle, the corrosive damage caused by the magic of the dark magic system on the “ocean” face of the great beauty was healed, thus gaining a good feeling of the ocean and eventually winning the return of the beauty.

“This bamboo, if not purple bamboo, is worth planting.” Su Xin thought, using a large flower pot, filled with some soil where the cannibal vines were located, then inserted bamboo and poured some water. This bamboo was already germinating, and the soil cultivated by the cannibal vines was nourished and should grow.

“Put these clothes away, too.” Su Zheng discovered that the worn clothes were also very beautiful and definitely not available on the planet. He decided to put them away like the broken clothes in the heavenly dome. He picked them up one by one and was ready to wash them later.

“What is this?” Su Zheng suddenly saw a little bright light on a piece of clothing. He reached out and picked it up, but discovered that the small piece was attached to the clothing. After a closer look, he discovered that it was a button, and there were four identical buttons below.

“I go, the buttons are so pretty.” Su Zheng wiped the dust off a button and found that it was not only beautiful and simple, green and transparent, with a brilliant glow, it was like a gem.

“Wait, this isn't a magic crystal, is it?” Su Zheng suddenly stared wide-eyed. The Qin Emperor's time and space had magic crystals. Those advanced magic crystals, not only beautiful, but also powerful energy, could even be used as the energy for the magic cannon. Of course, some low-level magic crystals, for some high-ranking nobles, are of little value and could be used as accessories.

“Is it worth a few bucks, Magic Crystal or not?” Su Zheng thought so and cut off all five buttons. I intend to wait until dawn to take it to the jewellery store to verify it. Li Wei's girlfriend Fan Zhiruo's house, but if she runs a jewellery company, then go to her company to verify it. The people I know, at least, won't pit themselves, and the price identified is even more credible.