The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Mo Tianliao went to Qingning Palace to report, and left a voice transmission talisman for the master, explaining that he would go down the mountain to visit Fangshijian, and he would return in a few days, and then walked out of Woyunzong with the kitten.

Wo Yunzong has very strict rules for ordinary disciples. If you want to leave the sect, you must report in advance, and the time for leaving the sect in a year is limited. A disciple like Mo Tianliao who has practiced at the sixth level of qi training can at most do it in a year. Six days outside.

However, as a direct disciple, there is no such restriction, as long as the master agrees, he can go out at will.And what Mo Tianliao's master asked him to do was, "Do whatever you want."

Mo Tianliao had inquired from his nephew that there was a market for immortal cultivators fifty miles below Woyunzong Mountain.

On the path at the foot of the mountain, clumps of wild flowers bloomed, and there were butterflies flying around in the flowers. The kitten struggled to get down, but Mo Tianliao had no choice but to put him down: "I'll walk slowly, you have to follow me." , don't run around."

Mo Tianliao rubbed the cat's head, got up and walked slowly forward, after walking a few steps and turning around, the cat was still where it was.A blue butterfly flew over the head, the white fur ball suddenly jumped up, and slapped the butterfly under the palm, feeling bored, raised its paw and let the butterfly go.The frightened butterfly staggered and flew up to escape for its life. The kitten suddenly became interested again, jumped up, and slapped again.

Drilling around among the flowers, it soon got covered with petals and grass clippings. The kitten was a little dissatisfied, and jumped out to shake its fur.

"Let's not play anymore, let's go." Standing a few steps away, Mo Tianliao said helplessly.

The kitten looked back at him, ignored him, squatted on the spot and licked its fur, trying to lick its paws, but found that the paws were stained with dirt, shook it in disgust, turned around and ran to Mo Tianliao's side.

Mo Tianliao smiled gratifiedly, the fur ball would finally follow him, so he stepped forward to leave, but felt his waist sink, and looked down, the white fur ball was hanging on the hem of his clothes.

After a moment of silence, Mo Tianliao resigned himself to bending down and hugging Mr. Cat.

"Meow!" The kitten showed him its dirty paw.

Mo Tianliao understood, took out a handkerchief and a kettle, and poured water to wipe his paws.The dusty little paws quickly returned to pink and tender, but the kitten was unwilling to go down to the ground, and grabbed his collar and climbed up, jumping to the top of his head.

"Meow!" The kitten let out a happy cry, and Mo Tianliao twitched his mouth. He always felt that the cat said "drive!" The original imaginary scene where the owner was walking in front and the cat was chasing after him seemed wrong. May appear...

With Mr. Cat on his shoulders, Mo Tianliao walked down the mountain.At the sixth level of qi training, he still can't fly with a sword, but he is as light as a swallow, and he walked to the edge of Nafang City in less than two hours.

Around the orthodox sect, there will always be Xiuxianfang cities and towns, large and small, all of which are protected by the immortal sect, and there are generally few mortals in them, and some casual cultivators often live there, and people from the sect often come to change Some materials needed for cultivation.

The market at the foot of the mountain is called Ruyifang. It is a long street with two squares at the end of the street.

Mo Tianliao took down the sleeping kitten on top of his head and stuffed it into the front of his shirt. He straightened his messy hair before walking into the market.

The square is full of various stalls, selling spirit wine, pills, ores, and some gadgets.These are small businesses, unwilling to pay the high rent on the long street, so they set up stalls here.

Of course, there are more miscellaneous items of different categories. Most of them are monks who have gone out to experience and get some things they don’t need, so they come to set up a stall.

Mo Tianliao took a general look, didn't stop much, and walked directly to the shop on the long street where magic weapons were bought and sold.

Having not entered the WTO for 300 years, Mo Tianliao went to a few shops first, and roughly asked about the prices of the storage bags. They were all about the same, and finally chose Xiangrongzhai.

"What does the guest officer want?" The shopkeeper, who seemed to be 50 or [-] years old, asked with a smile, "Our Xiangrong Zhai has the most complete items in this wishful workshop."

"I have a sable fur, and I want to exchange it for some good wine." Mo Tianliao said flatly.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and immediately changed his smiling face: "Good wine is also available here, please come to the guest officer."

This is the jargon of a craftsman, "I have a sable fur for fine wine, and you can buy a precious sword with a thousand dollars."These words, one is to prevent the craftsman with the spirit treasure from being targeted before the transaction, and the other is to remind the store that this is a knowledgeable craftsman who needs to pay a fair price.

Inside is a small tea room with exquisite decoration.

The shopkeeper poured a cup of tea for Mo Tianliao, and sat down opposite him: "Little friend, you can forge weapons at such a young age, you will be a formidable young man." A pair of slightly smaller eyes swept across Mo Tianliao, and flashed a few words The meaning is unclear.

Mo Tianliao finished the tea: "The innkeeper's praise is nothing more than Qi training, this time I'm helping my teacher to deal with a few small things."

The shopkeeper understood, and the smile on his face deepened a bit: "It turns out that he is a master's apprentice. If there is anything you need to deal with, you can bring it. The price of our Xiangrong Zhai has always been higher than that of other houses."

Mo Tianliao didn't talk nonsense, he refined five storage bags, kept two for his own use, and took out three.This bag is exquisite in workmanship, and the fabric is also high-quality silk, which is very beautiful.

The shopkeeper's eyes are bright, many storage bags have a lot of space, but the appearance is not good, and they can't be sold at a good price.Take it over and examine it carefully, the space is not big, but it is very stable, the inner force is full of aura, without any escaping.

"Good technique!" The shopkeeper couldn't help being amazed. This kind of technique for depicting the formation can only be drawn by a master craftsman who has reached the pinnacle, but there is not much space...

"The magic circle is drawn by the teacher of the family, and the aura is filled by the younger generation." This shopkeeper is in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and Mo Tianliao said that the younger generation also made it.

The shopkeeper said clearly: "This formation is really good, but it's a pity that the space is too small."

For the first small storage bag that was interrupted by the cat uncle, the shopkeeper gave six medium-grade spirit stones, and the other two and a half houses were each 15 yuan medium-grade spirit stones.

Mo Tianliao nodded in agreement, and gave the shopkeeper a medium-grade spirit stone for only 35 yuan: "I want to ask the shopkeeper about something."

"Tell me." The shopkeeper put away the piece of spirit stone, and he had a good impression of this little monk who knew how to behave.

"Have you heard of the divine weapon owned by Venerable Liantian?" Mo Tianliao lowered his voice.

The shopkeeper frowned slightly: "Of course I know, my little friend wants to find out the whereabouts of the artifact."

"My master is very obsessed with refining tools, and I only want to see that thing in my life." Mo Tianliao said helplessly.

"That's natural, who doesn't yearn for artifacts?" The shopkeeper smiled, looked around, and also lowered his voice, "Many masters died in the Yanshan Mountain, and there was no bones left in the calcined sky. I picked up scattered treasures, but the artifact was not actually on Xingtian's body at all, it was still in the Fentian Tai Chi Furnace in the Demon Palace, but it was a pity that someone took it out in advance."

When the artifact was born, it was naturally snatched up by everyone, which once caused a bloodbath.But later people discovered that no one knew how to use this artifact, and even the suzerain of the Qingyun Sect was helpless, so the competition gradually subsided.After all, the divine weapon has not yet been refined. It is said that because it was released early, it has irreversible cracks, and it is difficult for the best refining masters of the righteous way to repair it.

The shopkeeper was very emotional: "In this world, except for Venerable Liantian, I am afraid that no one can cultivate a divine weapon."

As for the whereabouts of the artifact, the last time I heard about it was at the Zhengdao Conference 100 years ago. It was still in the hands of Qing Yunzong at the time. Auction on the black market.

"I've been in Ruyifang all year round, and I don't know much about it. If you want to find out, you can go to a distant city and ask."

Mo Tianliao thanked the shopkeeper, put the newly earned spirit stones into a storage bag, threw the storage bag into the storage bracelet, and walked out of Xiangrong Zhai.

Ordinary storage artifacts cannot be used for other storage artifacts.Although the space of the bracelet refined by Venerable Calcined Heaven is small, besides not being afraid of lightning strikes, it also has the advantage that it can be used to store other magical artifacts.It's just that no one knows this except him. After all, being able to resist lightning disasters is much more valuable than being able to hold more things.

Although, the so-called anti-thunder disaster is just that the bracelet itself is not afraid of being hacked...

"Meow..." The kitten woke up, stretched and was about to climb up.

Mo Tianliao hastily held down the skirt of his shirt, not allowing it to stand out.The kitten couldn't get out, and was very upset, and began to scratch Mo Tianliao's waist through his underwear.

Mo Tianliao tried his best to hold back the itchy flesh on his waist, fearing that people would find out that he was carrying a monster, so he couldn't move around, so he had to carry it.He walked into a store buying cassocks expressionlessly, bought a big black cloak to cover himself, then took out the messy fur ball and rubbed it vigorously.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Carpentry: The lightning-resistant bracelet only costs 998, only 998!

Cultivator A: Buy, buy, buy, produced by Xingtian, quality assurance

Cultivator B: Buy, buy, buy, a peerless treasure, a must for crossing the catastrophe

Ancestor Dujie: (Transparent) What a fool, I have become a slag if I can’t resist lightning. That's pretty good. Overcoming Tribulation Patriarch: QAQ