The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Cross the Hongqiao and come to Wotian Cave.

The cave is extremely vast, several times larger than Woqing Cave, and the buildings in it are also majestic and majestic.There are pavilions, terraces and pavilions, thousands of mansions, houses connected by rainbow bridges and cornices, surrounded by mountains and haze, and dancing cranes, it is too beautiful to behold.

After entering the cave gate, Yan Lie's disciples came to greet him: "The banquet will be held in Yufeng Pavilion, Master please."

Among the three caves, Yujian was not allowed to fly, only on foot, so even if Mo Tianliao couldn't fly now, he wouldn't be ashamed, so he walked leisurely towards Yufeng Pavilion in the east.

Yufeng Pavilion is a roofless flower pavilion, very spacious.Now there are many long tables with low legs, and many people have already sat down. There is a slightly higher stone platform at the top, which should be a hot seat.

Yan Lie is the eldest disciple of the suzerain Master Tianlang Daoist, the highest status among a generation of disciples, he is a genius with fire element Tianlinggen.

Originally, the elder was still alive, so the birthday was not a big deal, but he couldn't stand Yan Lie's popularity, and several senior brothers clamored to hold a banquet for him. In addition, he just succeeded in advancing to the Nascent Soul, the suzerain was also very happy, and agreed to this banquet.

"Master's uncle is the first place in the east." The disciple who led the way pointed Mo Tianliao to the frontmost sapphire table case.

Mo Tianliao nodded and walked towards the table.

The silver streaks on the black silk clothes were a bit dazzling in the sun, and when you looked carefully, the figure in black clothes seemed to swallow all the light, with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The moment he walked in, the originally lively hall suddenly fell silent.

Mo Tianliao ignored everyone's reactions, walked to his seat, lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat cross-legged.

Master Xuanji's direct disciples haven't come yet, the generation of disciples sitting here are all under the suzerain's sect, all of them are calm and calm, and they all nodded when they saw Mo Tianliao.

The hall was bustling again, and the second-generation disciples sitting in the back began to whisper.

"It turned out to be him!"

"Who is so powerful?"

"Don't you know? Master Qingtong has just accepted a personal disciple, it is said that it is because he is so good-looking."

Mo Tianliao picked up the jade pot in front of him, poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, the taste was sweet and full of aura, good wine!

Su Wen sat silently on the desk behind Mo Tianliao, and introduced these generation of disciples to him in a low voice.

There are five direct disciples under the suzerain, apart from Yan Lie, two of them are present today.The one in purple with a baby face is Zi Mo, the second disciple; the one in white with a firm face, sitting and drinking quietly is Bai Luo, the third disciple.

"Senior Uncle Mo Xiong, who is ranked fourth, went out to practice with my master. As for Uncle Langzi, who is fifth, he is still young, so he never participates in this kind of banquet." Su Wen said in a low voice.

Mo Tianliao nodded slightly, and looked at the two people sitting beside him.

Yan Lie is very good at being a man, and puts him at the front, while his two juniors sit at the bottom to show respect for Wo Qingdong.And the row of seats on the opposite side was obviously reserved for the disciples of Master Xuanji.

Zi Mo was sitting next to him, looking very active, seeing him looking over, he couldn't help but talk to him: "My name is Zi Mo, the second disciple of Tianlang Daoist, you can call me Senior Brother Zimo or Senior Brother Zi, I don’t know how to call my junior brother?”

"Brother is polite, little brother Mo Tianliao." Mo Tianliao replied gently.

"Then I'll call you Junior Brother Mo from now on!" Zi Mo looked very happy, "That's great, don't learn from your senior brother, you are always fierce."

Mo Tianliao smiled slightly, but did not answer.

Zi Mo elbowed the third junior brother beside him: "Xiaobai, come say hello to junior brother!"

"I've met Senior Brother Bai!" Mo Tianliao raised his hand and saluted casually.

Bai Luo put down his wine glass, looked over slowly, paused for a moment, then raised his hand and said, "Bai Luo, I have met my junior brother." He looked like a knight, but his voice was weak, and Mo Tianliao couldn't help being stunned one time.

"Come on, last time we didn't talk in the hall, today is the first time we met, let's have a drink!" Zi Mo smiled and refilled Mo Tianliao's glass of wine, and Mo Tianliao also raised his hand to refill the two senior brothers. The three drank a cup, and the atmosphere immediately became familiar.

Of course, acquaintance means that Zi Mo started chattering towards Mo Tianliao, Bai Luo still poured himself a drink quietly, but occasionally turned his head to look at what they were saying.

Just as we were talking, there was a commotion outside, and the disciples of Xuanji Daoist came in great numbers.

Daoist Xuanji has the most disciples, more than a dozen, but there are actually only three direct disciples, and the rest are ordinary disciples.

Among the three cave masters, Xuanji is the one who likes to accept apprentices the most, but his temperament is cloudy and uncertain, and he often accepts them happily, but he doesn't like it after two days, so he is counted as an ordinary disciple.

A group of people came, and the leader was a man dressed in colorful clothes. The man had a handsome face and a slender figure. He was dressed in a dark green robe, covered with a crimson gauze, and tied a bright yellow belt around his waist.

"Yo, Hua Qing, why don't you wear your white butterfly dress today?" Zi Mo yelled loudly when she saw the person coming.

The man who was walking too calmly staggered suddenly, gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up! Who said it was a big skirt!"

"Where are Senior Brother Yuan and Junior Brother Yu?" Zi Mo turned to introduce Mo Tianliao. The person who came was the second disciple of Xuanji Daoist, named Hua Qing, who liked to dress fancy, followed by ordinary disciples and unnamed students. You can ignore it.

"Senior Brother Yuan retreated, and Junior Brother Yu went out with Master," Hua Qing glared at Zi Mo, and sat down on the first seat on the right. The two tables behind were empty. Neither Bai Luo nor Zi Mo wanted to go there. Sitting with him, Huaqing stretched out her hand to grab the youngest boy, "Junior Brother Cheng, come and sit here."

Mo Tianliao raised his eyes, and that person was the Tianlinggen disciple that Master Xuanji had just accepted, called Cheng Xi, who had not yet been named.

Cheng Xi gave way and sat down.

Mo Tianliao lowered his eyes, clinked a glass with Zimo, and drank it slowly. The young boy was obviously a little proud, and he seemed to think it was right to let him sit down, but he didn't know the jealousy and mockery in the eyes of the seniors behind him , almost pierced him through.

"Hahaha, I kept all the juniors waiting for a long time," a clear voice came from not far away, and soon, Yan Lie, dressed in red, walked quickly The host took the seat, and said with a smile, "Today is Yanlie's birthday, and I am grateful to all the brothers and sisters who have not given up and come to join us. Yanlie is very grateful, and I will do it first as a respect!"

As he spoke, he picked up the cup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

It is easy to win favor with his unscrupulous demeanor. Everyone congratulated and toasted.

Mo Tianliao raised his eyes and looked at Yan Lie. This man has a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, and he smiles when he raises his eyes. He speaks unhurriedly and very pleasantly. No wonder he is very popular in Wo Yunzong.

"Today is for us brothers to get together, drink a glass of wine, practice is boring on weekdays, and it's rare to relax once, not drunk and not coming back!" Yan Lie said with a smile, and a maid came in one after another carrying spiritual fruits and spiritual vegetables.

Mo Tianliao looked at the dishes in front of him. Immortal cultivators can eat something new even if they have bigu, regardless of meat or vegetables, but decent people often only drink some spirit wine in order to appear immortal, and at most eat some spirit As a result, it is really rare to put out steaming dishes like this.

"This chicken leg is delicious, Xiao Bai, you can eat one too!" Zi Mo leaned towards Bai Luo with a chicken leg in his mouth, smiling.

Bai Luo turned his head, stared at him coldly, and put a plate of chicken legs in front of Mo Tianliao.

"Hey, if you don't eat it for me, why give it to him!" Zi Mo quit immediately and reached out to grab it.

Mo Tianliao picked up the plate and said, "Senior Brother Bai gave it to me."

Zi Mo's eyes widened: "Good boy, you..."

The young man Cheng Xi on the opposite side saw this scene, pursed his lips and said, "It's the school rule to be courteous to the master, how can Junior Brother Mo steal from Senior Brother?" The guy who got started with a pair of spiritual roots with only one face, can directly become the direct disciple of Qingtong Daoist, and he is so indiscriminate with the suzerain's disciples...

The lively atmosphere faltered, Hua Qing rolled her eyes, this junior brother is too wink, didn't you see that he was just joking?What's more, he is a direct disciple, and your status has not yet been determined, what does it mean to call someone a junior with just opening your mouth!

Yan Lie walked down in time, breaking the momentary embarrassment: "Junior brother Mo is able to come, I am very happy for brother, come, let's have a drink, if you have any difficulties in the sect in the future, just tell senior brother."

Mo Tianliao stood up: "Thank you, senior brother, and respect senior brother for my brother."

After drinking, Mo Tianliao signaled Su Wen to take out gifts from Woqing Cave, some spirit stones and fairy herbs: "This is the wish of the disciples in the cave, congratulations on Senior Brother's birthday."

Yan Lie accepted it with a smile, and handed it to his apprentice Chi Feng behind him.

"My master is in seclusion, so I can't come here. I will send a congratulatory gift to my brother on behalf of my master, and congratulate my brother on becoming a Nascent Soul." Mo Tianliao took out an exquisite box and handed it over. The lid of the box was opened, and inside the box was a fist. Big and small, exquisite and big bells!

Yan Lie looked at the big bell, the corner of his mouth twitched indiscernibly, he closed it immediately, held it in his hand, and bowed to the east: "Disciple, thank you, uncle."

Huaqing also took out his master's congratulatory gift at the right time, which was a long box held by young Cheng Xi, with the lid tightly closed.

Cheng Xi saw that Mo Tianliao's box was open, and the inside was shining brightly. It was obviously a rare spiritual treasure. He wanted to save face for his master, so he opened the box on his own initiative before handing it to Yan Lie.

Mo Tianliao raised his eyes, and he could see everything inside. It was a delicate, long, hemp rope!That's right, it's just a piece of hemp rope. From the perspective of a master craftsman, it is indeed a piece of authentic hemp rope that isn't even a magic weapon...

Hua Qing quickly covered the box, gave Cheng Xi a hard look, and handed it to Yan Lie with a smile.

Yan Lie didn't seem to see what was inside, took it respectfully, and saluted Xi Xi.

The banquet ended successfully in such a seemingly enthusiastic and respectful atmosphere.

Mo Tianliao returned to Woqing Cave, and went to see Master first.

"The suzerain just came and is meeting with the cave master." The maid stopped him expressionlessly.

"That's it, I'll come back later." Mo Tianliao turned around and went back to his small courtyard, but his cat was gone again, only a sheet full of snags and small holes was spread on the bed alone.

Mo Tianliao frowned, turned around and went out to look for it, thinking about the place where fur balls often haunted, and walked towards the back mountain.

The author has something to say: fix the BUG

small theater:

Disciple A: That hemp rope must be a treasure

Disciple B: Exactly, you can see that the five-mile-long suspension bridge can withstand the carpenter: Xuanji brand hemp rope, quality assurance, no deception