The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment, and looked curiously at the tiger skin blanket. It was full of spiritual power and vitality, and it was a high-level monster.

"What's the matter?" Qingtong put down the book in his hand, moved his feet, stepped on the tiger's head, and pressed the big hairy head down.

Mo Tianliao came back to his senses, looked left and right, but he didn't see the shadow of the elder brother, and it was not easy to ask the master, so it seemed that he came to find someone, not to see the master, so he had to take out the cold cloth from his arms. Jade box: "This is the mind-scenting fruit that the elder brother went out to practice and found through hard work. Please ask me to bring it to the master."

The tiger lying on the ground turned its ears, and secretly thought that the junior brother was very kind, so he lay down peacefully.

Qingtong raised his hand, picked up the excellent-looking Sansang Ningshen Fruit in the jade box, and tapped the tiger's ears with his toes.

The big tiger raised his head, looked at the delicate and beautiful spiritual fruit in Master's hand, and blinked. Is this really the crumpled fruit he brought back?

Qingtong pinched the fist-sized Sansang Ningshen fruit, looked and looked, there seemed to be a lot of juice in the fruit, which was bigger than his mouth, and eating it directly would definitely stain his face.After thinking about it, I put it aside again.

Seeing this, Mo Tianliao couldn't help persuading him: "Master, it's better to eat this Ningshen fruit while it's fresh." The Ningshen fruit is like clay, and it should be eaten when it's wet, so that it can wrap the soul more perfectly and shape the body. The formed shell is also stronger.

While talking, he raised his hand to bring the Ningshen Fruit, Mo Tianliao pulled out a small knife, cut the Ningshen Fruit into orange petals in two or three strokes, neatly stacked it on a white jade plate, and presented it to the master.

The big tiger stared dumbfounded at the way Mo Tianliao did all these things, as well as the look of that dog leg, and felt a little toothache.

The cold and beautiful eyes looked back and forth between the jade plate and Mo Tianliao, then slowly stretched out his hand, twisted a piece, and put it in his mouth.

The soft pulp melts in the mouth, and the sweet juice enters the throat, which really relieves some dull pain in the head.

"Yan Lie has met Master Uncle." Yan Lie, who was dressed in a colorful wide-sleeved robe, walked in, bowed and saluted, his voice was not slow or fast, and there was a little smile, which made people feel good after hearing it.

Mo Tianliao got up to avoid it.

"En." Qing Tong raised his hand slightly, signaling Yan Lie to excuse him.

"I've met senior brother." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and greeted Yan Lie.

The big tiger at the foot of Qingtong also echoed: "Wow..."

Yan Lie returned the salute with a smile, a pair of peach blossom eyes bent into crescent moons, walked over and touched the tiger's head, then raised his head and said: "It's like this, the two Qingyun sect bastards that Master Uncle killed at the foot of the mountain last time, Lie Jiang Pushed to the magic gate."

Mo Tianliao remembered that at that time he killed that Qingyun Sect qi cultivator with the magic cultivator's sword, what was his name?

"Then He Xijiu is the direct grandson of Elder Yunsong of the Qingyun Sect. The Qingyun Sect didn't say much after learning about this, but Elder Yunsong was very angry." There was a bit of sarcasm in Yan Lie's eyes, but he was someone who couldn't support the wall. Dude, this Elder Yunsong still pampers him every day because it is his only blood.

Immortal cultivators have a long lifespan, and it is best to cut off the bondage of the world when they want to ascend. Yan Lie just doesn't understand why this Yun Song is so obsessed with keeping his blood.

"It's all about saving face." Qingtong picked up another piece of Ningshen fruit and ate it slowly.

Whether it's for the sake of blood or face, Elder Yun Song threatened not to give up, and has already brought people to Wo Yunzong.Said it was to find out the reason, and paid a visit to Wo Yunzong on the way.

"The matter at the foot of the mountain has been properly handled, but Elder Yun Song is not easy to deal with, so I ask Master to make preparations early." Yan Lie took out a folding fan made of ruby ​​​​for the bone silkworm, "Then Yun Song is a wood attribute. Uncle Master is afraid that he will suffer if he faces him, and half a month of my spiritual power has been stored in this burning sky fan, Uncle Master can take it in case of emergencies."

Mo Tianliao frowned, this elder came to pay a visit to another sect, would he still have to fight?

In the demonic way, when the demonic masters meet with each other, they will fight if they don't meet each other. Everyone has status, and it is unseemly to fight and kill like a little guy, and they are usually polite.Why is it that the righteous way of paying attention to face is communicated in this barbaric way?

"No need," Qingtong pushed away the precious fan, there were two of them, and they were Yan Lie's natal treasures, "I am afraid of him?"

Water grows wood, Qingtong with water attribute is at a disadvantage against Yunsong with Shangmu attribute, but Qingtong is not a pure water spirit root, but a mutated ice spirit root, you can smash him to death with an ice pick!

After Yan Lie heard the words, he didn't insist, put away the precious fan, made a few arrangements for welcoming Yun Song, and got up to leave.

"Master, what's the current situation of the Qingyun Sect?" Mo Tianliao remembered that before his death, the Qingyun Sect was the number one sect and had always behaved like a hypocrite, why is he so impatient now.

"300 years ago, the Woyun Sect was weak and not strong enough to compete with the two sects. It's just that Qingyun Sect and Liuyun Sect suffered heavy casualties in the battle of the Ten Kills Valley, so we must be in a hurry." Qingtong sneered and looked up. Looking at Mo Tianliao, he lowered his eyes again.

Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that his killing spree back then would have an impact on the forces in the righteous way, and he didn't know what the evil way is like now.

The big tiger was dizzy from hearing this, and yawned, lying on his side, stretching his limbs, revealing a white and fluffy belly.He lifted his white feet and moved them to the warm belly.

Qingtong slowly finished eating all the Sansang Ningshen Fruits, reached out and let the maid in white wipe the shiny fingertips clean, closed her eyes, and raised her hand to chase away people: "This seat is going to retreat for a few days, you go .”

Mo Tianliao blinked, why retreat again?

The beauty in white stood up, and the big tiger stood up, shaking its fur.

Frequent retreats are not the right way to practice. You must know that apart from the improvement of spiritual power and the proficiency of moves, the improvement of mood is also very important.And to improve the state of mind, if you want to practice in the world. "Master..." Mo Tianliao couldn't help but want to remind Qingtong.

The cool and beautiful eyes looked over, with a bit of watery light, it seemed that he was sleepy...

Mo Tianliao swallowed the words that came to his lips, and turned to ask: "What is the name of this spirit beast, master?" If a ferocious monster does not have a contract, it cannot play with people at will like Mo Xiaozhuo , Most of the time it is to tear people apart, so it is taken for granted that this big tiger should be the one that the elder brother said, the spirit beast of the master.

"Big Fatty." Qingtong waved his hand impatiently, turned around and went to the inner hall, Pidianpidian followed the big tiger who was running into the house, when he heard this name, he staggered, and was cut off by the door that slammed shut.

Mo Tianliao walked over and touched the big tiger's head. He has undergone major changes since he was a child, and he can't let go of his guard against people, but he is always very patient with small furry animals: "Okay, big fat, master retreat Don't bother me, come with me, I'll give you barbecue."

"Roar—" the big tiger roared at him.

"Shh, don't make noise!" Mo Tianliao poked the tiger's head, turned and walked out of the main hall.

The sun outside was just right, and the warm light shone on the jade steps outside Qingning Palace, which looked very pleasant.Mo Tianliao flicked his clothes, sat down on the jade steps, and patted the seat beside him: "Big Fatty, come, let's have a chat."

Banlanhu rushed over, leaned over his shoulder and yelled in his ear, don't call him Fatty!

Mo Tianliao picked out his ears: "Okay, I know you are very happy, come and tell me, what does Master do in retreat on weekdays?"

Ordinary people retreat for at least ten days and half a month, and as many as three to five years, unlike their own masters, they only retreat for two or three days.

The big tiger kicked its neck with its hind paws, without telling you, who told you to be rude to the senior brother!

"Those three sangsangshen fruits need to be refined after eating, but I don't know how to refine them..." Mo Tianliao frowned slightly. He has never eaten the Ningshen fruit, so he doesn't know if it will be uncomfortable.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was something wrong with Master rushing in just now, and Mo Tianliao got up suddenly, startling the big tiger who was licking its paws.

"Big Fatty, don't make a sound. I'm worried about Master, so I have to go in and have a look." Mo Tianliao rubbed the big tiger, monsters can understand human speech.

After explaining to Fatty, Mo Tianliao walked lightly to the door of the inner hall, thought for a moment, and slowly pulled his soul away from his limbs.

The big tiger squatted behind Mo Tianliao, and was surprised to find that the man's sense of aura was getting weaker and weaker. In the end, he could hardly feel his presence.

Mo Tianliao raised his stiff wooden hand, slowly opened the door, and moved in step by step.If he didn't have to walk, he could put all his soul in the sky. In this way, in the eyes of the monks, he was a tree, which was a unique way to hide his whereabouts.

The inner hall was a little dark, the plain white curtains were tightly closed, and the room was quiet.

On the big bed in the center, there was one person lying quietly.

Mo Tianliao curled his lips stiffly, he was indeed sleeping!Walking slowly, the soft cushions on the ground effectively eliminated the sound of footsteps, and the big tiger also squeezed in, stepping closer to the side of the bed.

After seeing clearly the appearance of the person on the bed, Mo Tianliao was stunned.

The face is like a jade carving, cold and flawless, and the thin lips are lightly pursed. Because I just ate the Ningshen fruit, it looks a little moist and light pink, and the whole person looks a little more beautiful than usual. The long hair like ink has now turned into white!

If ordinary people have silver hair, they will definitely look old. Qingtong becomes more beautiful when he has white hair, because it is not the old frosty white, but a faint milky white, which makes people feel strangely that it should be like this, and this snowy hair seems to be more suitable. That jade-like beauty.

A flash of inspiration flashed by, and something broke in the sea of ​​consciousness. Mo Tianliao just stared blankly for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, trying to touch the face, but suddenly appeared Tiger's head blocked the way.