The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

"Meow!" Mo Xiaozhuo got angry immediately, turned around and gave him a slap in the face, even rubbing Master's hair like this, evil disciple!

"Hiss—" Mo Tianliao gasped, and stretched out his hand from the cloak, and sure enough, he was bleeding from scratching.

Not daring to provoke Mr. Cat anymore, Mo Tianliao stretched out both hands and let it flutter in the cloak. This cloak cost three middle-grade spirit stones. This kind of cloak can cover the faint spiritual light emitted by the monk himself, as long as it is not You can cover up your cultivation by spying with your soul.

First, go to the easternmost square of Ruyifang. According to the shopkeeper, there is an auction house.

Xiuxianfang City, in addition to ordinary shops, usually has such an auction house. Some rare materials, medicines, or spiritual treasures have no fixed price, so they need to be bought and sold in this kind of place, and the price is high. Whoever wins.

Mo Tianliao approached the big sorghum house built of huge black stones, and a servant came up to greet him: "Guest officer, there is no meeting today, we have to wait until tomorrow."

Auctions certainly don't happen every day, usually every few days, after all, rare things are not often received.

"Consignment." A low, hoarse voice came from the black cloak, sounding like an old man.

The waiter was only a little monk at the second level of Qi training, guessing that the cloak might be a weapon refiner or an alchemist, he didn't dare to neglect, and led him inside.

"Guest officer has any treasures for consignment, can you let me have a look?" There are appraisers in the room, who will see if the things are worth auctioning, because there are always people who fish in troubled waters by pretending to be inferior.

Mo Tianliao glanced at the appraiser, his cultivation level was advanced, at least above foundation establishment, and he used his spiritual sense to detect it, and it turned out to be an early stage Golden Core!Come to think of it, no matter how small an auction house is, there are treasures. If there are not a few high-level auction houses sitting in the town, it will not be able to open at all.

Taking out a long wooden box from the storage bracelet, Mo Tianliao did not say a word, and unblocked the box with one hand, making a "please" gesture.

The appraiser's pupils shrank, and the box was actually made of thousand-year-old sunken wood!What a waste!

Slowly open the lid of the box, inside is a box full of wooden thorns, pick up one to see, the three-inch long wooden thorns, the carving is even simple, only two rings are carved at the end to prevent hands from slipping, and the tip is wrapped A layer of black iron.But it can't be said that the workmanship is rough, because the layer of dark iron is extremely thin, and the joint between iron and wood can hardly be felt.

The appraiser held a smooth wooden thorn between his fingers, filled it with spiritual power, and threw it with his backhand. With a "boom", the wooden thorn passed through the thick stone pillar and was firmly nailed to the wall. I can't take it out anyway.

"A high-grade magic weapon is comparable to a low-grade treasure." The appraiser took out all the wooden thorns and compared them one by one. Every wooden thorn was of the same length and exactly the same. "There are 58 pieces in total, and they can only be used once. "

Speaking of this, the appraiser feels a little pity. If this thing is a magical weapon that can be controlled by the soul, it can be sold to monks above Jindan. With so many wooden thorns, it can be used in a killing formation, and the price will definitely be higher than it is now. More than ten times.

Mo Tianliao naturally knew this truth, but to practice treasures, he had to add clear stones, this kind of material is very expensive, and there is no such thing in the back mountain.What's more, sinking wood is not a good material, and it may not be cost-effective to refine it into a treasure.

"If you shoot someone, you can use it again after pulling it out." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and took out nine wooden spikes, leaving 49 sticks.Those who cultivate immortals pay attention to obeying the destiny, and the number of seven or seven is regarded as auspicious, which is easier to sell.

The appraiser nodded: "The estimated price is 50 yuan, and it can be sold on consignment." After finishing speaking, he took out a wooden sign engraved with the auction house's logo, divided it into two halves, one half was embedded in the water-sinking wooden box, and the other half was handed over to Mo Tian Liao said that the show will open at noon tomorrow, and then you can enter the venue with a wooden sign, and you don't need to pay the entrance fee.After the item is sold, you can come here to get the spirit stone with the wooden card, and the auction will charge [-]% of the remuneration.

"Hmm..." The fur ball in his arms grabbed his clothes and crawled up to his neck, biting the back of his neck. Mo Tianliao was startled and snorted inexplicably.

"Guest officer, what questions do you have?" The appraiser paused, thinking that he was dissatisfied with the price, and the hood covered Mo Tianliao's face, so he could only tentatively say, "This is the first time for a guest officer. It's already very cheap, if you come here often in the future, the price can be negotiated."

[-]% is not low, and it is reasonable, Mo Tianliao didn't say much, left the wooden box, turned around and left the auction house.Ordinary auction houses are very reputable, so don't worry about their bad debts.

Withdrew his hands into the cloak, hugged the uncle cat around his neck, and stuffed it into the clothes. The kitten immediately raised his head in dissatisfaction, covered by the black cloak, he couldn't see anything, raised his claws, hooked, With a stab, a small opening was made, revealing a pair of bright eyes.

Mo Tianliao had no choice but to take it with him, and took the cat to walk slowly in Ruyifang.

Ruyifang is just a small market, but although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs and sells everything.

Walking into a shop selling jade, there are large and small uncut jade in the shop, as well as some exquisitely carved jewelry.

Mo Tianliao's eyes stopped on a piece of blue cold jade, which was crystal clear without any blemishes, and there was a faint white mist all over his body, which was probably caused by his own cold air.

"This is high-quality cold jade. The spiritual grass that stores the water attribute can keep the spiritual energy intact," the shopkeeper introduced enthusiastically. The hairpin is simply carved with a picture of flowing clouds, and it is very beautiful.

Mo Tianliao glanced at the rough-carved hairpin with disgust, and picked up the piece of uncut jade: "Five middle-grade spirit stones."

"That's impossible!" The shopkeeper immediately waved his hand, expressing that high-quality cold jade can be used to refine spirit weapons. For such a large piece, at least ten middle-grade spirit stones are needed.

"Cold jade is flawed and can produce ice souls. This jade is flawless and can only be used as ornaments. Five yuan is already very high." Mo Tianliao bargained mercilessly.

"This is what I said, even ten high-grade spirit stones can't buy cold jade that can produce ice souls." The shopkeeper rolled his eyes. People who don't know how to do it think that all jade is flawless, but this cold jade is different. Those with ice cracks inside are worth money, although they are not as beautiful as this flawless one.

In the end, Mo Tianliao bought this piece of cold jade with 55 low-grade spirit stones.

Mo Tianliao went to other shops and bought a set of carving knives and some cheap refining materials. It was almost dusk, so he found an inn to stay.

Immortal cultivators don't care about the environment. If Mo Tianliao is alone, he can meditate anywhere. It's just that he has a cat with him. To prevent others from coveting him, it's safer to stay in an inn.

After entering the guest room, the kitten jumped onto the bed and patrolled around with its tail up.

Mo Tianliao took off his cloak, sat on the bed and took out the cold jade to check.

When the kitten saw it, it came over too, grabbed his arm and looked at the jade, no matter how it looked, it was just ordinary cold jade, what did this idiot buy it for?Suddenly I remembered what the shopkeeper said, although this cold jade can't be used as a spiritual weapon, it would be very beautiful if carved into jewelry.

"Meow!" Mo Xiaozhuo immediately became unhappy, and slapped the jade from Mo Tianliao's hand.

Mo Tianliao caught the flying jade with his backhand, stretched out a finger and pointed at the snow-white hairy head, "Don't make trouble, I want to carve something nice."

After finishing speaking, he took out a set of carving knives he just bought from the storage bracelet, and made gestures on the jade.

Sure enough, it is to carve jewelry!Damn, who is this for?Is it the female disciple of Woqingdong, or the little maid of Qingning Palace?

Utilizing spiritual power on the blade, cutting it with one knife, cutting jade is like cutting tofu, it is extremely easy.Mo Tianliao moved quickly, first cut a square, then made a circle like peeling an apple, hollowed out the jade, and then replaced it with a smaller knife to trim the edges.

The snow-white kitten turned its back and pointed its tail at him, unwilling to appreciate the exquisite skill of flowing clouds and water.

"Okay!" Mo Tianliao finished the sculpture in less than a stick of incense, "Look, little claw."

The little furball turned its back to him and ignored him.

Poking with one finger, ignore it.

He tugged at his tail and ignored it.

Mo Tianliao lay down and put his face in front of the kitten: "Little Claw?"

The light-colored glazed eyes slowly lifted up, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and bit it.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Mo Tianliao touched the tip of his nose that was bitten, and put the jade piece in front of the fur ball in a fawning manner, "Master, don't be angry, this is my honor to you."

The kitten turned its head and took a look. It was not the ugly hairpin or jade pendant as it had imagined. It was a small round and clear bowl without any extra decorations. The bowl was shallow and slightly bulged in the center. When it is time, the edge of the bowl will not block the beard.

It is exactly the same as the cat bowl he used in the magic palace!

"Just make do with it, and we'll buy better ones later." Mo Tianliao stroked the kitten apologetically.

The cat's tongue can't eat too hot food, even monsters. The bowl made of cold jade can cool the food, but it's not too cold, just enough to eat.In the Demon Palace before, Mo Tianliao dug out a fist-sized piece of ice soul from Wannian Hanyu and made him such a cat bowl.

The white kitten looked at the small light blue bowl, then at Mo Tianliao with gentle eyes, slowly raised its paw, and pulled the little jade bowl in front of it, hum, for the sake of your filial piety, why not The teacher will reluctantly accept it.

The author has something to say: Aww, I just don’t think about it on weekend mornings, go to dinner first, and come back later to correct the typo~ Small theater: "The World of Local Tyrants You Don’t Understand"

Magic manicure: Your lord, this is Wannian Ice Soul

Woodworking: two ice needles and a cat bowl can be refined

Moxiu B: Your lord, this is the best velvet

Carpentry: You can refine a fire protection glove and a cat litter

Cultivators: Desperately working ten thousand taels of gold is not worth a pinch of hair in the Demon Palace