The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

To make Mr. Cat happy, Mo Tianliao asked Xiao Er to bring the food.

This is the only inn in Ruyifang, the food tastes average and the price is very expensive, Mo Xiaozhuo picked up the fish in the bowl, pushed it aside and didn't want to eat it.

Mo Tianliao didn't care about it, and was going to go out and buy some fresh fish for the cat later, and then he took the chopsticks and finished the food bite by bite.Before cultivating immortality in his last life, he was born in poverty, and after his family was ruined, he often couldn't get enough to eat. Unless it was really hard to swallow, he could eat ordinary food slowly.

Mo Xiaozhuo squatted aside to look at him, lowered his head, and slowly ate the thorny fish in the bowl.He was also hungry before, but after seeing Mo Tianliao again, he unconsciously started to picky eaters again.

Mo Tianliao turned his head and saw the little furball slowly eating fish, and felt a little distressed. When he was in the magic palace, this uncle only ate spirit fish raised in ice spring water: "If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it. I'll go later I'll buy you something else."

The white furball looked up at him, flicked its tail, and decisively pushed the jade bowl aside.

"..." Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth, stood up resignedly, and told the cat to be obedient, but he was worried when he walked out of the room, so he turned back, put the cat in his clothes, and walked to the street.

The sun had already set, and Ruyifang was lit up. The market for immortal cultivators was different from that of ordinary people. There was no distinction between day and night, and some treasures could only be seen at night.

The shops were all closed, and the stalls on the square were placed in the middle of the market.Glass cups, falling star gauze, luminous cups, all kinds of treasures filled the entire Ruyi Workshop, looking from a distance, it looks like a heavenly street.

Mo Tianliao bought a pack of small fried fish, ate one for himself, and fed one to the hairy mouth at the hole in the cloak.

"This glass hairpin is so pretty, senior brother, let me wear it for you." A charming-looking female cultivator gestured towards the head of the man behind her with a simple carved hairpin.

"It doesn't suit me to wear this." The man was tall and thick. He blushed a little when he heard his junior sister speak. Brothers are joking.

"That's right, that's the only person in this world who is worthy of such a hairpin..." the female cultivator held the hairpin and whispered to herself.That person prefers light-colored colored glaze, and occasionally binds his hair, so the hairpin must be made of this material.

The man was a little unhappy, raised his hand and grabbed the hairpin and threw it back to the stall: "How long has that man been dead, what is there to worry about?"

"You..." The woman raised her eyes and stared at him, and was about to say something when she suddenly stopped.

"How do you sell this glazed hairpin?" The deep and pleasant voice, somewhat scattered, sounded like thunder to the woman's ears.

"15 yuan low-grade spirit stone." The monk who set up a stall responded immediately.

"Although the color of this colored glaze is good, the carving is poor and the material is ruined," slender fingers stretched out from the cloak, and twisted the light-colored colored glaze hairpin. On it was carved a simple moving cloud chasing the moon, and the knife technique was jerky. , "Five low-grade spirit stones."

"That's no good, I spent eight yuan to buy this piece of colored glaze." The monk quit.

"Then you might as well just sell colored glaze, and I'll give you ten yuan."

"..." The monk who set up the stall fell backward in anger.

"Your Majesty..." the woman on the side called out in a daze.

The person in the cloak didn't respond, and continued to bargain with the vendor, and finally bought the glass hairpin with eight low-grade spirit stones, and left without looking back.

Mo Tianliao returned to the inn, played with the glass hairpin in his hand, took out a small carving knife, and casually decorated the rough carved object.The woman just now, if he did not admit his mistake, it should be his former fireworker. I forgot which magic sect sent it. It seems that the magic palace has dispersed, and this woman has returned to her own sect, but...here is Wo How could someone from the Demon Sect appear in Yunzong's territory?

"Little Claw, do you remember which sect gave that girl to me?" Mo Tianliao blew on the engraved debris and asked beside him to lick the fur ball of his paw.

The kitten looked up at him, slowly narrowed its eyes, and suddenly gave him a paw.

Mo Tianliao was startled, this paw was filled with spiritual power, it was bound to bleed when scratched, and he was so frightened that his soul was pulled away from his arm!

There was a scratching sound of scratching wood in my ears, and I looked down, and saw that my small arm had really turned into wood, and the hairy claws scratched the sleeve, leaving four white marks on the wood.

"Huh?" I moved my arm, and my fingers can still move, and the part that has turned into wood is still feeling, but it is slightly duller than the part of flesh and blood.

"Meow?" The kitten also widened its eyes, and pressed it with its pink palm, which was hard and covered with a layer of light blue bark. It stood up and scratched for a while. Thinking it was fun, I hugged that arm and started scratching and biting.

Mo Tianliao was stunned for a while, then slowly pulled the soul out of the fingertips, and the fingers gradually turned into wood, and filled them with the soul again, and they turned back to flesh and blood.Regarding the fact that he could become "not human" at any time, Mo Tianliao felt very complicated. He picked up the fur ball that was still grinding his claws with him, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

After a night of nothing, Mo Tianliao put on a cloak and went to the auction house again the next day.

Cultivators who have consigned things to enter with a wooden sign, and those who have not consigned have to pay an entrance fee of five low-grade spirit stones.

Mo Tianliao put away the wooden sign, put five spirit stones in the tray at the door, walked in, and sat down in an inconspicuous corner.The person holding the wooden sign was invited into a specific private seat by the attendants.

The not-so-big hall soon filled up with people, the lights dimmed, and a smiling Foundation Establishment cultivator walked onto the stage.

"Thanks to everyone who has not given up and patronized Ruyi Auction House. I have a few rare treasures today. I invite fellow Taoists and seniors to share with you..." He briefly introduced the auction process. The treasures were placed on the stage and covered with a red cloth. Uncover one by one, the one with the highest price wins.There are masters sitting in the auction house, so there is no need to worry about someone killing someone to seize the treasure.

Mo Tianliao sneered, there will be nothing wrong in the auction house, and it will be impossible to keep everything outside this place.

"The first treasure, the thousand-year-old grass," the monk on the stage uncovered the red cloth on the first tray, and a blue-yellow spirit grass lay quietly in the cold jade box, "The auction starts, 450 yuan for the low-grade Lingshi."

Guiyuan Grass is the basis for refining elixir to soothe the soul. Centuries-old ones can be refined for Anshen Pills, 500-year-old ones can be refined for Xingshen Pills, and thousand-year-old ones can be refined for Ningshen Pills.

The price of Concentration Pill is very expensive, because this kind of pill can not only appease the manic soul, but if the soul is injured, only this kind of pill can repair it.

As soon as this herb came out, it was immediately scrambled by many alchemists, and was finally snatched away with 80 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones.

The first three were spirit herbs and elixir. Mo Tianliao lost interest, took out a pack of fried fish, and fed them to the cat in the cloak.

"The fourth piece is a set of rare instruments," the foundation-building cultivator on the stage lifted the red cloth, took out a thousand-year-old water-sinking wooden box, and slowly opened it, revealing the densely packed wooden thorns inside, "49 Root water sinking wood thorns, dark iron casting head, exquisite workmanship, top-grade magic weapon, starting price is 50 yuan for middle-grade spirit stones."

"Water-sinking wood thorns should be made into treasures. What's the use of a mere magic weapon?" Someone whispered in the audience. If there are so many small objects that cannot be controlled by the soul, throwing them is useless.

The people on the stage seemed to have anticipated this, and picked up a wooden spike: "Everyone, why not make a decision after seeing the power of this magic weapon." After speaking, someone moved out a three-foot diamond and put it on the stage. This kind of rock is very strong, comparable to the physical strength of a Golden Core cultivator.

A wooden thorn with spiritual power shot straight, passing through the diamond rock without hindrance.

Everyone was in an uproar, the water sinking wood is indeed suitable as a hidden weapon, but it is the first time to see such a useful weapon, even if it is not a treasure, so what, throw a few when fighting with others, and prick a few blood holes in the opponent's body. It can't be reversed.

"sixty!"

"65!"

"eighty!"

After a while, the price was called 80 yuan, and the price increase gradually slowed down, and people began to increase it piece by piece.

"Ninety!" A woman's voice sounded, with a hint of certainty.

Everyone was silent for a while. Although this magic weapon is good, it is not worthwhile to spend more than one hundred middle-grade spirit stones.

"95." A lazy voice came from the corner.

The woman turned her head, just in time to see a part of her chin protruding from the black hood, she was taken aback for a moment.Seeing someone snatching things from junior sister, the five big and three thick men around him immediately became unhappy, "One hundred!"

"One hundred and one." Mo Tianliao fed a small fish and said it slowly.

"One hundred and five!" The man confronted him and said hastily.

Mo Tianliao still raised the price unhurriedly.

"130!" After a few rounds, the demon man had already called out such a high price, and then he looked over triumphantly. The price has far exceeded the value of the magic weapon. It seems that the man in the cloak wants , to see how much he can pay.

Mo Tianliao put away the fried fish in his hand, clapped his hands, and stopped bidding.

"Deal!" The Foundation Establishment cultivator on the stage grinned from ear to ear, "Congratulations to this fellow Taoist!"

The big man from the Demon Sect was stunned, looking at the wooden box delivered to him, and his junior sister with a grateful expression, he gritted his teeth and paid for it!

"The last treasure is very rare. Remember, if you bid it, you'd better recognize the owner in my auction house." The foundation-building cultivator on the stage paused, and the things that need to be recognized can either be put into the dantian to raise them The spiritual weapon, or the incomparably precious monster, no matter which one it is, it will make people crazy.

The kitten in his arms slowly climbed up and squeezed its head out of the small hole in the cloak. Mo Tianliao looked around. There was no light under the stage. Everyone should not be able to see this little hairy head, so let it go. up.

After everyone's appetite was whetted, the red cloth was slowly lifted on the stage, revealing an iron cage. Inside the cage was a frightened young leopard, which was suddenly exposed to strong light and let out a weak cry. .

"Monster!"

"I want as many spirit stones as I want!"

"Quickly make an offer!"

A pot exploded in the lobby.

The kitten holding the cloak suddenly tightened its paws, stabbed and made a big cut.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Carpenter: I am no longer a human being, my heart is blocked

Little Claw: It's okay, no matter what you become, you have never changed in my heart Carpenter: (moved by ing) What am I in your heart?

Small Claw: Cat Claw Board

Carpenter: ...Suddenly I feel more stuffy