The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

After coaxing Uncle Cat to sleep, Mo Tianliao began to concentrate on making storage bags.

The storage bag is good or bad, one depends on the smoothness and completeness of the plutonium circle, and the other depends on the amount of spiritual energy charged.

The space magic circle is the foundation of the magic weapon for storage. The graphics are very complicated. There are two types of magic circles, the space superposition and the spiritual energy storage. The reason for the high price of storage objects.

Ordinary craftsmen would use precious array-drawing pens to draw carefully. It would take at least a day to complete a set of magic circles, and once a wrong stroke was drawn, the magic weapon would be invalidated, but for Mo Tianliao... …

The fingers dipped in the plutonium liquid are so fast that only shadows remain, and the beautiful eyes with upturned tails seem to be half-closed, appearing a little careless, but after a cup of tea, they can be drawn in a set.Slowly fill in the spiritual power, and after about a stick of incense, it stopped. Mo Tianliao took a breath. The spiritual power of the sixth level of Qi training can only fill a space the size of half a room at most.

After meditating for a while, the spent spiritual power was recovered, and the black iron stone in the furnace had been refined.Mo Tianliao picked up the small knife, smeared the black iron stone juice on the blade, quickly kneaded it with fingers wrapped in aura, and kneaded the knife into a strange shape, with a sharp hook on the top, which could barely be used as a carving knife. use.

He took out a large piece of sunken wood cut from the back mountain, which is the largest refining material he currently has.Use a small knife to split the thick wooden stakes and cut them into sharp and thin wooden thorns, each of which is cut into three inches long.

"The one in Woqing Cave really stayed there for ten days." Chi Yanfudi's disciple guarding the gate discussed while drinking.

"Maybe it's practicing." The other person stroked his beard, knowing it very well, "people from Huolinggen also often come to us to retreat."

Everyone thought it was true, thinking about a person who practiced at the sixth level of qi, it would be impossible to practice any magic weapon.

"If you ask me, these direct disciples just have money and have nowhere to spend it. The aura of the three caves is so abundant that they can practice while sitting in their own room, and they are wasting money."

"that is……"

Several people were discussing in full swing, a jade button was gently placed on the bamboo plate on the table, and there was a crisp sound, and then, the low and pleasant voice was a little tired, and said lightly: "Put it away."

Immediately, without waiting for everyone to answer, he turned and left.

Several gatekeeper disciples looked at the black figure and looked at each other in blank dismay. They didn't know how much they had heard just now, and they felt uneasy.

The gatekeeper hastily chased after a few steps: "Uncle Master, stay a step."

Mo Tianliao turned around and said, "What's the matter?" Because the refining furnace was too bad, he hadn't closed his eyes for a few days to prevent the furnace from blowing up, and he urgently needed to sleep, and his temper was not very good at the moment.

The gatekeeper shivered from the cold eyes, and hastily took out two low-grade spirit stones: "Master, I haven't used up all the spirit stones on the tenth day, so I will refund you two..."

"No need." Before the disciple could finish speaking, Mo Tianliao raised his hand, "Take it to a drink." After speaking, he shook his sleeves and left.

Back at Woqing Cave, Mo Tianliao didn't go to see his master, but went directly to the small courtyard, opened the restraining circle, and fell asleep.

The little white furball crawled out of his arms, and squatted on his chest to look at him. His handsome face was a little darkened by the smog for days, and there were still faint blue shadows in his eyes.

Turning around and jumping off the bed, a burst of white light flashed, and the beautiful Qingtong beauty in white clothes appeared in front of the bed, a little disgust flashed in her cold eyes, she was so stupid, she just came out of the fire room, and she didn't know that she had no hair Cover the quilt!How can I warm my bed if I catch a cold?

Pursing her thin lips, she slowly stretched out a pair of slender white hands, pulled the thin quilt aside, and casually threw it on Mo Tianliao's body. Unable to wake up, he turned and left the room.

"Reporting to the real person, the suzerain sent a message." As soon as he entered the main hall of Qingning Palace, another maid in white came forward and handed over a voice transmission talisman.

Wiping the sound-transmitting talisman with one finger, Master Tianlang's steady voice came from inside: "I just came back from Qingyun Sect, do you two want to come and see?"

After the sound transmission talisman finished playing, it burned itself, Qingtong threw away the talisman paper in his hand, turned and walked out.

There are often entanglements and disputes in the righteous way, which require the mediation of the three major sects. This kind of thing is often accompanied by some division of benefits.Therefore, every time the suzerain came back from outside, he would bring back a lot of good things.

Wotian Cave, Tianning Palace.

The suzerain Master Tianlang Daoist sat on the upright seat, with an immortal demeanor and an extraordinary temperament, all the disciples in the hall looked at him with admiration.

"Going out this time, you've worked hard, everyone has a bottle of Anshen Pill." Master Tianlang smiled amiably.

A group of disciples quickly thanked each other, each took a bottle of elixir, and left contentedly.

"It's a good harvest this time?" Master Xuanji entered the door, and saw a group of disciples leaving with medicine bottles in their hands. The Anshen Pill is suitable for disciples who are below the Golden Core and have not yet formed their souls.

Because of the demonic energy in the aura, no matter whether it is a pure cultivator or a demonic cultivator, they will be disturbed by the demons from time to time and fall into turmoil. Those who have no spiritual beasts to comfort them must take pills to suppress them.Such elixirs are as indispensable to monks as spirit stones.

Reverend Tianlang stroked his beard: "It's okay, Qing Yunzong swallowed a small alchemy, and if you want to calm things down, you'll have to draw some blood."

All the disciples in the hall left, Master Tianlang looked left and right, and took out a few dark jade bottles from the storage ring: "These few..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a white shadow flew by, and the table was swept away. Qingtong sat gracefully on the only soft couch in the room, and several bottles of pills were neatly placed on the small table in front of him.

"Hey, don't take them all away. You have to keep a bottle for me." Immediately, Master Tianlang jumped up and jumped in front of Qingtong, trying to snatch the black jade bottle, but was caught by a white jade bottle. His slender fingers poked his forehead.

The cold and beautiful eyes swept over the bottles in front of him, and found that there was nothing he needed, so he raised his hand uninterestedly, and swept all the bottles down.

"Ah—" Reverend Tianlang screamed, rolled up his sleeves, firmly caught all the jade bottles, hugged him tightly, squatted on the ground bitterly, wanted to say something, and raised his head to face the jade bottle. His beautiful eyes instantly faded away, and he threw the ones to be given to Xuanji, and quickly put the rest into the storage ring.

"Take it out." Qingtong raised his foot and kicked the Sovereign who was squatting beside the soft couch.

"Third son, I am the master of the sect!" Master Tianlang couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly became violent.The suzerain's skill was unfathomable, this jump was mixed with thunderous fury, it was unstoppable, the whole hall was instantly filled with rich golden aura, piercing people's skin with pain.

The disciples guarding outside the hall felt the sudden coercion of the suzerain, and they all moved away.

Qingtong raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "It's so noisy."

"Hey!" The suzerain's face sank into the soft cushion on the couch, and the sharp golden aura in the hall immediately disappeared.Master Xuanji in the distance shrank his head and chose to remain silent.

The suzerain squatted for a while with his head in his arms, and took out a white jade bottle: "Heaven-rank Concentration Pill."

Qingtong took it over and continued to look up at him.

The suzerain gritted his teeth, and took out two red jade bottles: "Heaven-level fire spirit pill."

Qingtong took it and turned it in his hand.

"No more!" The suzerain said as if death was at home.

The beauty on the couch supported her head with one hand, leaned on the big pillow, and popped out a slender finger. The round and neat nails on the fingertips instantly lengthened and turned into a transparent hook, glowing with a cold light.

"Aw—" There was a mournful howl from the hall, but it was stopped by the black barrier that opened instantly, but it never came out of the hall, and Tianning Palace fell into a strange silence.

"The suzerain and the two cave masters should discuss important matters." The disciples outside saw the barrier and consciously moved further away from the main hall of Tianning Palace.

After a while, the hall also returned to silence.

The white kitten was squatting on the soft couch, licking its paws gracefully, while the gray and white wolf was lying on the ground, holding its head with its two front paws, and spreading its back paws, laying on the ground limply, pretending to be dead.

A white light flashed, and the slender beauty reappeared, put away a row of jade bottles on the small table, and said lightly: "I have to go out for a few days, don't come to me if you have anything to do." After speaking, she turned into a Liu Guang fled towards Woqing Cave.

Master Xuanji in the corner came out slowly and squatted beside the wolf: "Well, senior brother, I'll go first." After speaking, regardless of the senior brother's reaction, he slipped away with oil on his feet.

Mo Tianliao woke up and stretched refreshedly. The white kitten just broke through the window and hit his arms directly.

"Little claw..." Mo Tianliao caught the little fur ball, looked helplessly at the damaged window paper, and had to re-paste it again.

"Meow!" The kitten seemed to be in a good mood, and raised its paw to slap him.

Mo Tianliao smiled, and put the kitten into his arms: "Let's go, let's go down the mountain to buy something delicious."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Sovereign: I am angry, I am afraid

Little Claw: Yeah

Sovereign: I will not be polite to my elder brother again

Little Claw: Yeah

Sovereign: I'm really going to lose my temper!

Small claws: hair

Sovereign: (Unbearable) Wang Wang Wang Wang!