The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

The lights in the inner hall were dim, and the furnishings inside could barely be seen clearly.

The large room is covered with light-colored cushions, which are a bit unsteady to walk on.Mo Tianliao stepped in, almost fell, turned half a circle in the air, landed on the ground to stabilize his body, looked down, the person in his arms was still sleeping soundly.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Mo Tianliao looked around, the huge windows were half open, and there was a layer of snow gauze hanging on the windows, gently swaying with the evening wind.There is a large bed in the center of the room, with curtains at the four corners and a plain brocade quilt, shimmering in the moonlight.

Walking over slowly, he gently placed the beauty in his arms on the bed, and sprayed the soft breath on his neck, making people's hearts flutter. Mo Tianliao took a deep breath, and moved his head away from his chest. , on a soft pillow.

The cold moonlight shone in through the window screen, reflecting that peerless handsome face, Mo Tianliao couldn't help but take another look.

The lightly closed eyes turned into a beautiful line, light-colored thin lips, perfectly curved chin, fair neck, below the neck...

sin sin!

Mo Tianliao forcibly tore his gaze away from the beauty, and completely put her on the bed. The soft mattress quickly sank her slender body.Pulling over the thin quilt on the side, and carefully covering the person on the bed, Mo Tianliao straightened up and started to walk, but felt his sleeves tighten.

"Where are you going?" Qingyue's moving voice was soft and waxy.

Mo Tianliao turned his head stiffly, and found that his master was holding one of his sleeves, and his slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened following these words.

"If the master is tired, the disciple will come back tomorrow." Mo Tianliao rubbed his fingers, lit the glazed lamp by the bed, squatted down, lay on the side of the bed, and looked at the master.

Slowly raised his white hand, attached it to his light-colored thin lips, and yawned a little. Qing Tong didn't get up, but just lay on the bed and looked at him: "You don't need to come tomorrow, I'm going to retreat."

Mo Tianliao understood what the master meant, if you have something to say, get out of here immediately, and hurriedly explained about Mo Xiaozhuo: "Teacher really wants that white kitten. "

Mo Tianliao has already confirmed to Yan Lie that direct disciples can get monster beasts, there is no such rule.If you want to get a monster, it depends on your master's mood, and if the master is willing to give it to you, he will give it to you.He must not lose Mo Xiaozhuo, and he is not afraid that the cat will not go with him. The only thing he is worried about is that the master will give the cat away.

"I won't give it away." Qingtong replied simply and clearly, and waved him away.

"Then how can I get that cat?" With the guarantee from his master, Mo Tianliao felt a big stone in his heart fall to the ground, watching those beautiful eyes glisten from sleepiness, like obsidian washed by rain, he endured the pain. Don't stop asking, take the opportunity to take a look.

The sparkling beautiful eyes glanced at him, then slowly closed: "Look at your performance."

Mo Tianliao couldn't help grinning, and took out a glass hairpin with his backhand. It was exactly the one he bought in the market, but the patterns on it had been re-carved. Inlaid with a hidden moon, the simple shape has complex and gorgeous dark lines, which seem to flow under the candlelight, which is really beautiful.

"This is what my disciple bought in the market, and I want to dedicate it to Master," Mo Tianliao said softly, as if trying to lull people to sleep, and regardless of whether Master heard it or not, he quietly took the glass hairpin Put it next to the pillow, blew out the candle, "Tuer is leaving."

The door of the inner hall was slowly closed, the light from the crack of the door gradually disappeared, and the room fell into silence.

The beautiful eyes that were lightly closed slowly opened, and brought the Liuyun Zhuyue glass hairpin in front of her eyes, and the eyes that could see at night could clearly see the carving of each knife.

"Little Claw, your eyes are so beautiful, like light-colored glass."

"Little claw, look, I'm wearing a hairpin of light colored glaze, doesn't it match you well?"

"I'm too domineering to be suitable for Liuli. This light-colored Liuli should match a beauty."

The light-colored thin lips evoked an indiscernible arc, Qingtong put the hairpin under the pillow, and closed his eyes wearily.

When he opened his eyes the next day, the little fur ball didn't appear on his bedside as usual. Mo Tianliao was a little surprised, so he got up and looked around.

"Uncle, what are you looking for?" Several second-generation disciples in charge came to report the matter, and when they saw Mo Tianliao wandering around the yard, they wanted to help.

"It's nothing." Mo Tianliao raised his head and signaled everyone to enter the room.

The tedious mundane affairs were quickly dealt with, and Mo Tianliao tapped on the table with two fingers: "The mundane affairs in the cave are complicated, and you take care of them every day. If you don't get paid, you will delay your cultivation. I discussed it with Master. Set up a deacon hall in Woqingdong."

It is not difficult to build a deacon hall, because the main sect has a deacon hall, just build a small one like that, the positions in the hall are rotated by disciples with high moral character, and there are extra spirit stones during the rotation .

After setting up the deacon's hall, Mo Tianliao immediately relaxed, and only came to trouble him every few days when there was something that could not be decided by the hall.

With Mo Tianliao free, he naturally had to devote himself to cultivation.

Now that there are enough spirit stones, advancement is guaranteed. According to the "Burning Wood Jue", Mo Tianliao chopped down every kind of spirit tree in the back mountain.

The wood-type spiritual power is abundant, and the fire-type spiritual power will also appear when burning wood. This alternates and repeats, and the cultivation base grows rapidly, but... Mo Tianliao sighed as he looked at the deliciously grilled cold spring fish in front of him.

Mo Xiaozhuo seldom appears recently, he can't finish eating the things that require grilling in "Burning Wood Jue", and the cold spring fish mentioned in this chapter is his favorite.

Mo Tianliao himself didn't like to eat fish. He managed to catch this precious cold spring fish, and it was a pity to waste it. He got up and wrapped it in a large leaf that had been washed, and walked towards Qingning Palace.

The kitten is not in the back mountain, maybe it will be with the master.

In front of the main hall of Qingning Palace, there is a piece of green bamboo. In the bamboo forest, there are long couches, rocking chairs, chessboards, etc. made of bamboo, which are very elegant.The sun shines through the middle of the slender bamboos, it is not glaring, it is very pleasant.

The rocking chair was covered with thick cushions, and the beauty in white leaned on it, her beautiful eyes were lightly closed, and the sunlight carried the fragrance of bamboo, making the light clothes warm and soft.

When Mo Tianliao walked over, what he saw was such a lazy scene. The cold master squinted his eyes slightly, enjoying the warm afternoon sun, which gave the white clothes a layer of gold, and lost a little. A little indifferent, a little more indescribable... alluring.

By coincidence, Mo Tianliao just walked over with the grilled fish.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, a pair of beautiful eyes slowly opened, and the cold eyes swept across him, Qingtong said slowly: "What's the matter?"

"Tu'er grilled a cold spring fish, I think..." Seeing those beautiful eyes light up a little when he heard "fish", Mo Tianliao forced the word "hey the cat" to his lips Swallowed it down, "I would like to invite Master to taste one or two."

Qingtong snorted: "This seat has already bigued."

Mo Tianliao smiled, dragged a small bamboo stool and sat down beside the rocking chair: "Bigu does not conflict with tasting delicious food. After bigu in my previous life, I still eat frequently. The journey to immortality is long, if you give up even the delicious food Not too boring."

As he spoke, he tore apart the leaves, revealing the fragrant grilled fish inside.

The meat of cold spring fish is fresh and tender. It is grilled with aura-filled wood, and it can be eaten with a light layer of seasoning. It is very delicious.

Qingtong glanced at the good-looking grilled fish, stretched out his hand to pick up a piece, and slowly put it into his mouth: "How about your cultivation?"

"It's the eighth level of refining, and the foundation can be built in a few days." Mo Tianliao said honestly.

"En." Swallowing a piece of fish meat, Qingtong raised his chin slightly.

Mo Tianliao looked over and saw a set of tea sets on the table, he immediately understood, put the fish by Master's hand, got up and dragged the tea table over.People in the righteous way pay attention to single-mindedness and no distractions, and most of them have no other hobbies except cultivation. Demonic cultivation is different, and they pay attention to doing whatever they want.

The days of cultivating immortals were very long. Apart from refining weapons, Mo Tianliao also studied a lot of messy things, such as the tea ceremony.

In his view, every drink and peck is a practice, the improvement of spiritual power is of course important, and the tempering of the state of mind is also indispensable.

Washing, brewing, soaking, brushing, smelling, a set of movements are smooth and flowing, very pleasing to the eye, pouring fragrant tea into a nearly transparent white jade cup, and handing it to the master.

The white jade cup was held in the white hand, and the boundary between the two could hardly be distinguished.

The rim of the white jade cup touched the light-colored thin lips, and they left as soon as they were touched. Qingtong raised his eyes and stared at Mo Tianliao coldly. Do you want to kill the teacher with such hot tea?

The author has something to say: Master’s eyes are black in human form, otherwise they will be worn out. The last chapter said that the eyes are like glass, which refers to a transparent and clear state, not the color _(:з"∠ )_

small theater:

Master: go make me tea

Carpentry: good

Master: Go get me a blanket

Carpentry: good

Master: Go and comb my hair

Carpenter: Okay...Huh?