The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

"Qing, Master Qingtong..." The Golden Core cultivator was so frightened that his face turned ashen, and he moved back a few steps with difficulty on his hands.

Now the aura of Taixuan Continent is becoming more and more impure. Even with the assistance of spirit beasts, it is still very difficult to cultivate to a high level. Even monks of Nascent Soul can be the elders of the sect, and this Cave Master of Woyun Sect is a An out-and-out cultivator of the God Transformation!

Although the golden core is already high-level, it is still an ant in front of the power of the transformation stage.

The qi cultivator was also stunned. He had attended the Zongmen meeting with his ancestor, so he had seen Qingtong before, and knew that this ancestor, who was like an exiled immortal, had a very bad temper.

"Aww..." The little leopard who stumbled and finally followed, saw the beauty in the sky, and immediately whimpered excitedly.

The cry of the cub brought back the sanity of everyone. The qi training cultivator of the Qingyun Sect took a deep breath, and bowed his hands towards Qingtong to salute: "I have seen Master Qingtong, junior He Xijiu, the grandson of Elder Yunsong of the Qingyun Sect, Today, I am here to pay homage to Wo Yunzong with the invitation from my ancestors."

There is such an unwritten rule in the righteous way, that is, those who are protected by their ancestors and masters, if they are in danger, they will report the name of their protectors. They are also decent people, and they will generally sell face.If you insist on killing people, you will inevitably end up with revenge.That's why Mo Tianliao revealed his identity earlier.

This is the hypocrisy of Zhengdao, and because of this, a group of dudes have been raised.Mo Tianliao curled his lips inwardly, the way of magic is pure predatory of the weak, strength is the top priority, and those whose skills are not as good as others and who don't wink at them will not live long.

Qingtong slowly fell to the ground, looking at the disheveled Mo Tianliao with cold eyes: "Come here."

Mo Tianliao hurriedly patted the ashes on his body, walked over in two or three steps, bowed and saluted: "Master." His eyes were wandering, looking for the kitten he had just thrown out.

"It turned out to be the real person's apprentice, what a misunderstanding," the Golden Core cultivator also reacted, touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "We saw this fellow Taoist with a monster who didn't recognize the master, and we were curious about it for a while. ..."

These words turned the killing and robbing just now into a misunderstanding, turning black and white and never admitting to knowing Mo Tianliao's identity, and then complaining along the way, your apprentice found a monster behind your back, maybe it was from the sect Stolen from the door.

Only then did Qingtong raise his eyes, glanced at the Golden Core cultivator who was still talking vigorously, and raised his hand slightly, revealing a bunch of white fur in his sleeve.

The Golden Core cultivator immediately shut up, the monster belongs to his master, so there is nothing else to say.

Mo Tianliao heaved a sigh of relief. His own cat is naturally safe in Master's arms, but... his eyes are fixed on the white and slender hand and the little white hair beside it. His uncle cat is also getting close to others !Could it be that Little Claw is a monster that Master is optimistic about, and he plans to raise it by himself?

"Do you want to kill yourself, or do you want me to do it?" Qingtong put the hand behind his back, and said slowly in a clear and pleasant voice.

He Xijiu was startled, and he announced the name of the ancestor himself, and this Qingtong is going to kill someone!

"Really, Xijiu is the only grandson of the ancestor Yunsong, the master of our family. Just now we offended the disciple. Please... ah..." Brother Jindan didn't finish his sentence, and followed Qingtong with a huge empty palm. Raising his hand, he came towards him, slapped him three feet away, and smashed him firmly on the mountain wall.

"Whispering." The light-colored thin lips spat out such a sentence, and Qingtong shook his hand in disgust.

Mo Tianliao swallowed his saliva, and decided that he must speak clearly and simply to his master in the future, otherwise he would be slapped against the wall... It really hurts.

"Really, forgive me, I know I was wrong, I, I would like to dedicate all these treasures to the real person!" Seeing that Qingtong did not intend to sell Elder Yunsong's face at all, He Xijiu was so frightened that he trembled all over, and took out his jade pendant , poured out all the contents in a splash, and threw the little leopard at the side in a panic.

"Oh?" The long eyelashes trembled, and the cool and beautiful eyes slowly moved to the shivering little fur ball, "That's fine, but it's contracted."

He Xi heard the words for a long time, and slapped himself lightly: "This junior is confused." A spirit beast that has signed a blood contract can no longer contract with others, and once the owner dies, the spirit beast will also die.That's why when Mo Tianliao died, he was glad that he didn't make a blood contract with Mo Xiaozhuo.

Qingtong made a sudden move, grabbed He Xijiu's neck, and looked at him.

"Ah—" the man let out a shrill cry, and at the same time, the little leopard also started to roll his eyes.

Mo Tianliao had a powerful soul, and he could clearly see a wisp of blood-colored mist flying out from between He Xijiu's eyebrows and onto the little leopard.

Letting go, He Xijiu suddenly limp to the ground, unconscious.And the little leopard lay on the ground, barked twice and closed his eyes weakly.

"Hold it up." Qingtong pointed at the dusty ball of hair.

"Yes." Mo Tianliao hurried forward and picked up the little leopard.The little guy was limp, and his soul was very unstable. Mo Tianliao touched the little leopard's forehead, and clearly sensed that the seemingly invisible connection between it and He Xijiu was cut off, and it became a free leopard again. monster!

Did he cut off the blood contract?

Mo Tianliao was very shocked. 300 years ago, when he was extremely poor and bored, he thought about researching a spirit treasure that could cut off the blood contract.Theoretically, it is feasible, but this blood contract is actually a part of the soul exchange between monsters and humans. To cut it off, one part of the soul must be cut off, and the cut party will become stupid.At that time, only a prototype was made, and there was no time to refine it in the future. I didn't expect that 300 years later, there would be a spell to cut off the blood contract?

While he was in a daze, he was suddenly slapped on the back of the head. When Mo Tianliao looked up, he saw his master was looking at him coldly, with a bit of disgust in his beautiful eyes like glass.

"Master?"

"It's so dirty." The clear and pleasant voice said calmly. After finishing speaking, an ice blade flew over with a flick of a finger, directly piercing through the Golden Core cultivator who had just been removed from the mountain wall.

Regarding Qingtong's straightforward behavior, Mo Tianliao slightly bent his eyes, admiring him very much.He hates the so-called moral and benevolent gossip of righteous people the most. He asks others to speak morally about himself, and he doesn't say anything when it's his turn to kill people and seize treasures.If his master came a step late and was robbed by a monster and stabbed right through him, it would be him.

Mo Tianliao looked at He Xijiu, who was supposed to be stupid, and decisively took the knife of the big man, killing him.Keeping him alive will only increase the hatred of Elder Yunsong, it is better to cut the grass and root out.Clapping his hands, carrying the little leopard, he quickly followed the beautiful master: "Master, wait for me!"

"Throw it to the suzerain," Qingtong stopped, and glanced at the little leopard in Mo Tianliao's hand, "see me at Qingning Palace later."

Throw it to the suzerain?Mo Tianliao frowned slightly: "If the suzerain asks..."

"Tell me the truth." Qingtong dropped these words, tapped his toes, and changed into a white streamer, just like when it appeared, stepped on the void, rode away with the wind, and disappeared in an instant.

"Master..." Mo Tianliao looked at the mountain road that was dozens of kilometers away, opened his mouth, and took him back along the way anyway!After such a long journey, I walked back on two legs, and the sun was setting again.

Qingtong in the void took out the white jade bottle in his sleeve, poured out a heavenly concentration pill and swallowed it quickly.

By the time Mo Tianliao walked back to the sect, it was already dusk.

"You said that Qingtong cut off the blood contract for this cub?" The suzerain Master Tianlang touched the cub who was still sleeping, and pondered.

"Yes." Mo Tianliao replied honestly, obeying the master's words, and told the ins and outs of the matter, but concealed the fact that he sold the magic weapon, and explained the matter of Mo Xiaozhuo as something he met in the back mountain. Little cat, I don't know it's a monster.

He has just started, so it is normal not to recognize monsters, after all, he has an unreliable master.

The suzerain didn't say anything, and told him to leave the cub and go back on his own.

"Master, shouldn't this little leopard be given to Wo Qingdong?" Yan Lie walked in, poked the dirty little guy with a smile.

"How can Qingtong have time to care about it? I'll leave it to you." Tianlang Daoist stroked his beard, raised his hand and threw the little leopard into Yan Lie's arms, "Also, deal with the mess at the bottom of the mountain."

As the great apprentice who always shared the suzerain's worries, Yan Lie silently swallowed back the words "why throw it at me again", and responded with a smile.

Mo Tianliao remembered that his master asked him to go back to Qingning Palace, and Qingtong's disgusted eyes when he looked at Xiaobao, so he took a bath honestly, changed into clean clothes, and then went to the main hall.

It was getting late, and all the glazed lanterns in Qingning Palace were lit, looking from a distance, it looked like a crystal palace.

Walking slowly into the main hall, the maid in white motioned him to keep quiet. Mo Tianliao looked up, and saw that the master who was supposed to be sitting on the soft couch waiting for him was lying on the big pillow, his beautiful eyes were lightly closed, and he was sleeping soundly.

"You came just in time," the white-clothed maid pointed to the door of the inner hall, "The maid does not dare to wake up the real man, but the hall is too cold." The meaning is obvious, you help wake up the real man, let him go back to sleep.

After looking at the sleeping beauty on the couch, and at the pleading eyes of the maid in white, Mo Tianliao walked slowly to the side of the couch and knelt down.The light of the glazed lamp shone on the jade-like handsome face, and the long eyelashes were distinct, casting a small shadow.

Gently raised his hand, surrounded the beauty, and hugged the master horizontally under the shocked gaze of the maid.

Immortal cultivators have keen senses. Mo Tianliao was just pretending to hug him, and he was ready for his master to wake up suddenly and beat him up, but he didn't wake up.Picking up the man, Qingtong leaned against his chest very naturally, and unconsciously rubbed against him lightly.

His heart skipped a beat suddenly, Mo Tianliao swallowed his saliva, silently said this is Master, this is Master, and walked towards the inner hall.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Carpenter: This is Master, this is Master

Master: What happened, Master?

Woodworking: I have no unreasonable thoughts, no unreasonable thoughts

Master: (rubs his face) Meow...

Carpenter: (nosebleed) I think I have to practice Buddhism QAQ