The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

After stretching out his hand, Qingtong realized that he had done something stupid. He was used to playing paw paw games with this person. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he would hand it over.Frowning slightly, he immediately pulled his hand out.

Mo Tianliao felt a little pity when the greasy feeling left his palm. Seeing the master walk to the soft couch and sit down, he looked over with cold eyes, immediately put away those thoughts that he shouldn't have, and followed respectfully.

"What's the matter?" Qingtong took the glazed cup handed over by the maid, and took a sip of the tea.

Mo Tianliao tore his gaze away from the pale thin lips of the master, lowered his eyes and said, "I have some important matters to report to the master."

Qingtong put down his cup and raised his hand, the maid in plain clothes disappeared instantly.

Mo Tianliao walked over, knelt down on the futon beside the soft couch, and kowtowed upright: "Master's insight is like a torch, and he can see that this disciple is a reborn person, so he failed to report to Master in time. ashamed."

Qingtong looked at the back of Mo Tianliao's drooping head, tilted his head, and was stunned for a moment before he realized what the man was talking about.Before Mo Tianliao raised his head, he sat up straight and didn't answer, just looked at him quietly with a pair of cool and beautiful eyes.

Mo Tianliao looked at his master's calm appearance and admired him in his heart. Different from the pretending of those so-called famous elders, his master is really noble and natural, with a fairy air alluring. "It's inconvenient to tell me the previous identity of the disciple, but please rest assured, the master, the disciple will definitely not endanger Wo Yunzong, let alone hurt the master."

"Well," said a faint answer, unable to hear any emotion, "get up."

Mo Tianliao breathed a sigh of relief, and took advantage of the situation to sit on the futon. Now that he had opened his mouth to speak, he could naturally discuss his cultivation experience in the past few days with his master.

In fact, Mo Tianliao didn't need much advice on cultivation. He knew very well how to cultivate at any stage to achieve the best. However, his body was special and he was still groping, so he needed someone to discuss with him.

"All things have spirits, and immortal trees also have spirits, let's try it." Qingtong heard his confusion about burning wood, and made a point.

He could never get tired of hearing the clear and pleasant voice. Although Mo Tianliao didn't quite understand the meaning of it, he nodded along and wrote down the words first.

"There is one more thing." Mo Tianliao rarely met the master, so he naturally wanted to report everything aside, "Recently, the nephews saw that the master had not been out of the customs for a long time, so they handed over the cave master's mundane affairs to the disciples... "Looking up at the master, seeing no response, he acquiesced that he should handle the secular affairs, and then continued.

The mundane affairs in Woqing Cave are dominated by a few disciples in charge, it is difficult to be fair, and the work efficiency is not high. Mo Tianliao considers following the method of the master, setting up a deacon hall, distributing resources and assigning tasks , is publicly visible everywhere.

Of course, it is not selfish to do these things. During his practice last night, he discovered that he needs a lot of spiritual energy. It is not enough to rely on the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth alone. He needs a lot of spiritual stones.Moreover, he still needs to refine weapons in the future, and refining weapons is a costly business, and it requires a lot of resource supply.Setting up a deacon's hall is to put the power in one's own hands, and it is more convenient to do things.

Qing Tong looked at him, calm in his cold eyes, and slowly said: "What are you talking about, you can do whatever you want." After speaking, he stood up, shook his sleeves and left .

"Hey, Master!" Mo Tianliao hurried to catch up, "The last thing, the day after tomorrow will be the birthday of Senior Brother Yan Lie, the first disciple of the suzerain. The suzerain is going to hold a big event this year, so the master must prepare an elder gift."

"You just take it to him." Qingtong flipped his hands over and took out an exquisitely carved bell.

On the way back, Mo Tianliao held the fist-sized bell to examine it carefully. It was made of Linglong stone, with a glazed bead in the middle, which jingled when shaken. Bell Facts!That's right, this thing isn't even a magic weapon, it's just an ordinary bell!

The birthday gift given by the ancestor of Huashen to the junior Yuanying, a beautiful big bell!

Mo Tianliao felt that the gift in his hand was a bit hot.

Maybe there is something deep in this?As a newcomer who didn't understand the seriousness of it, Mo Tianliao scratched his head, had no choice but to put away the bell, resisted an ax and went to the back mountain.

"Burning Wood Jue" appeared when he succeeded in entraining Qi. It described three kinds of strange trees, which he asked to chop and burn, and hunted a few pheasants for barbecue along the way.

When he chopped down with an axe, there was a gap in the thick tree. Mo Tianliao squinted his eyes and vaguely saw a blue light escaping from the gap.

"All things have spirits, and immortal trees also have spirits..."

Master's words may not refer to spiritual wisdom, but spiritual energy.

Looking up at this tree, it is a thousand-year-old wood, the wood is very heavy, and it sinks when it is immersed in water. It is a good material for refining flying thorns, and a hundred-year-old one can be sold for a good price. This is a thousand-year-old tree.

There is spiritual energy in the spirit stone, and naturally it also exists in this precious refining material, but the spiritual energy contained in the spiritual stone is not divided into five elements, and there is only wood-type spiritual energy in the grass and trees, and it cannot be absorbed by people.

Mo Tianliao frowned slightly, people can't suck, but he is not purely human now, since he can see the blue light, maybe... raise the ax and chop again, some blue light escapes again, Mo Tianliao Immediately run spiritual power.The spiritual energy of the thousand-year-old sinking wood, like a small blue snake, quickly penetrated into his body along the fingertips.

Immortal trees have spirits, they are not used by humans, but they can be absorbed by divine trees.

From this point of view, he doesn't even need to meditate, he can practice by cutting down trees, and he doesn't need to bother to decompose the five-color aura, because what escapes is definitely wood-type!

Thus, Mo Tianliao spent the whole day chopping down trees with great enjoyment, as if he had discovered a treasure.

When he finally finished chopping the sunken wood and splitting it into firewood for the fire, the white kitten who didn't know when came was already fast asleep on the stone.The setting sun set off the white fur against orange.

Mo Tianliao walked over, patted the stubble on his hands, picked up the kitten and put it in his arms. After a while, the sun went down, and the rocks should be cold.

The kitten, who was always alert, didn't wake up after being picked up by him, and was still sound asleep.Mo Tianliao laughed, and carefully put it next to his underwear, squatted down to make a fire, and used an ax to cut a few three-inch-long wooden splinters along the way.

Big and clumsy, regardless of tools, a clumsy ax is like a delicate carving knife in Mo Tianliao's hands, and it cuts out a smooth spike in a short time.He took out one and played with it in his hand, turning the cold wooden thorn between his slender and flexible fingers.

"Cuckoo..." In the distance, several colorful pheasants were planing food.

The wooden thorn turned over between the fingers stopped, and the spiritual power was transported to the fingertips. The sharp thorns sandwiched between the two fingers flew out, accurately passed through the pheasant's raised wings, and nailed it to the tree trunk.

"Little Claw, we have some meat to eat." Mo Tianliao lowered his head, looked at the little fur ball that had woken up and was poking at the skirt of his shirt, and led him to pick up the pheasant.

Because there are always some strange barbecue requirements in "Burning Wood Jue", Mo Tianliao's small storage bracelet is now full of various seasonings.Putting the chicken legs on a long skewer cut from sinking wood and roasting them, Mo Tianliao sighed. Although sinking wood is not very precious, it is also a rare and good material. His storage bracelet is filled with seasonings and clothes, so it can't hold it. It's a pity to go to something else.Tomorrow, I will attend a banquet, so I have to refine a storage tool first.

One person and one cat ate the grilled pheasant, and then wandered back to the courtyard.

Su Wen had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time. When he saw Mo Tianliao coming back, he immediately went up to greet him and presented a tray: "Uncle Master, this is a congratulatory gift prepared by the disciple. See if there is anything else you want to add."

Tomorrow, Mo Tianliao is going to the banquet, so naturally he will give a gift from Wo Qingdong. He has just started and is not familiar with Yan Lie, so there is no need to send too expensive things. A certain number of spirit stones and spirit herbs are enough. Out of public warehouse.

Mo Tianliao saw that there was nothing wrong with it, nodded and said, "You take these and come with me tomorrow."

Surprise flashed in Su Wen's eyes: "It's Shishu!"

After dismissing Su Wen, the maid in white from Qingning Palace came again.

"What's the matter with the sisters?" Mo Tianliao smiled and welcomed the maids into the house. These women were not disciples of Woqing Cave, and their cultivation was not too high, they were maids serving the cave master.

The kitten in his arms tried to poke his head, but was held down by Mo Tianliao. Monster beasts are too precious. He is weak now and can't protect him. He must not be seen by others.

The little furball scratched him unwillingly through his underwear, those maids were not even a hundred years old, this guy actually called her elder sister, I'm not ashamed!

"At the order of the Cave Master, I will send you some clothes." The maid put some trays on the table, and inside were three sets of black wide-sleeved Chinese clothes.

"Black color." Mo Tianliao picked up one and frowned slightly. Everyone in Woqing Cave wears plain colors, so if you put him in black, wouldn't it be the same color as Xuanji's clothes?

"Wo Yunzong is not particular about clothing, so you don't have to worry about it." The maid explained and bowed to leave.

Mo Tianliao thought for a while, the first generation of disciples I saw in Woyun Hall were indeed dressed casually, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, any color, but the second generation of disciples in Woqingdong were more unique and wore them all. It's white, maybe it's to please the master?

The next day, Mo Tianliao was wearing a black wide-sleeved robe, a gauze embroidered with silver cloud patterns, and a silver-studded obsidian dragon crown on his head.He was wearing commoner clothes before, but he didn't show it at all, but now that he changed into Chinese clothes, his unusually handsome face suddenly stood out.

The little furball sitting on the bed looked up at the well-dressed guy, finally pleasing to the eye, jumped onto Mo Tianliao's shoulder, flicked his tail, let's go!

Mo Tianliao lifted the kitten down and put it back on the bed: "Hey, play here by yourself, and I'll be back after noon." There were too many people at the banquet, and Mo Xiaozhuo must not be seen by others.

The kitten was suddenly upset, and scratched the bed sheet.

Mo Tianliao walked into the courtyard and asked Su who was waiting outside, "Let's go."

Su Wen's eyes widened, looking at the incomparably handsome uncle in front of him, he couldn't close his mouth for a while.It wasn't until Mo Tianliao called her that he stumbled along.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Carpenter: Brother Shi, this is my master's reward for you

Yan Lie: ...

Disciple A: That must be a spiritual treasure, and when the bell rings, it will be mesmerizing.