The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

The big tiger stood in front of the bed, and Mo Tianliao bared his teeth silently as he charged towards him, this junior is too bold!He actually wanted to belittle the master!Don't die!

Mo Tianliao woke up with a start, retracted his outstretched hand, and quietly looked at the beauty on the bed. The hand hidden in the sleeve was slowly clenched into a fist, and the veins gradually stretched out, and then slowly stretched out again, as if something Nothing happened, turned around and left, and dragged the big tiger out.

Sansang Ningshen fruit wraps the soul, and during this time, the damaged soul is hard to control and may fall into a deep sleep for many days.

Mo Tianliao lowered his eyes after removing the jade slips about the heavenly spirit fruit, could it be difficult to control himself?

During Master's "retreat" for a few days, Mo Tianliao did not bother him any more, and concentrated on cultivating in the back mountain.

The chopped fruity wood is bent and punched with wood-type spiritual power, and then burned like a needle thread in a wood fire, which can burn out the fruity fragrance to the greatest extent.He caught a Yanling sheep casually, plucked its hair, slaughtered it, and roasted it on the fire.

Yanling sheep often jump on the rocks and only eat spiritual grass with spiritual energy. The meat is delicious and has no fishy smell.There is a layer of fat on the outside of the tender meat. The fat is roasted on the fire, and the oil drips into the fire, making a crackling sound.

Slowly brushing on a layer of sauce, Mo Tianliao looked at the white horn in his hand, took out a small carving knife, and slowly carved out a beautiful face with picturesque eyebrows, thin lips lightly pursed, and eyes that seemed to be closed. close.The carving knife paused on the eyelids, but I don't know whether the cold eyes hidden inside are as black as ink, or as light as glass...

"Yo, junior brother, barbecue!" A passionate voice sounded from behind, pulling Mo Tianliao back from his fugue.

Meng Hu was practicing not far away, and the smell of the roasted mutton was seductive, so he couldn't practice anymore, so he had to come to look for this thing that caused his inner demons, and found his little brother sitting beside the fire in a daze.

"Eldest brother." Mo Tianliao put away the horns in his hand, and raised his head to greet him.

"The craftsmanship is not bad," Meng Hu came over, and sat down on a rock with Mo Tianliao, looking at the roasted mutton dripping with oil, and said, "It seems that he has been seriously practicing the formulas given by the master."

"Senior brother also practiced this?" Mo Tianliao turned to look at him, remembering those nephews said that this senior brother also learned how to cut trees and burn fire when he started.

Meng Hu coughed dryly: "I am a pure fire spirit root. Back then, the master asked me to burn something to cultivate by myself. I thought that since I burned it, I might as well burn something edible..."

The more he talked, the lower his voice became. Back then, he was cooking food every day in the back mountain. His master found out, and he was forced to send a copy to his master every day, saying it was to test the effect.Probably because he felt that his practice was very effective, so he directly added the incidental practice of roasting meat to the exercise for his junior.

Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows. Although Meng Hu didn't say anything, he had already guessed the reason. He shook his head dumbfounded, took out a knife, and put the grilled mutton slices in the leaves.

"Hey, Junior Brother, don't be so polite. I'm not a master, so I don't pay attention to this." Meng Hu looked at the delicate piece of meat, and felt that it was not enough to fit between his teeth.

Mo Tianliao ignored him, just wrapped the leaves, put them aside, and handed the senior brother a kitchen knife, the meaning was very clear, this is not for you to eat, if you want to eat, cut it yourself.

"..." Meng Hu twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the kitchen knife resignedly, chopped off a leg of lamb, and started to eat it.

Mo Tianliao ate a few slices that were burnt brown, and looked at the elder brother who was chewing so much that his mouth was dripping with oil, and asked casually, "Senior brother, how did the master's soul be hurt?"

"Huh?" Meng Hu raised his head from the leg of lamb, blinked, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and wiped his greasy mouth, "I don't know about this, since I started, Master's spirit has already been there. If it is damaged, the suzerain has found all kinds of natural materials and earthly treasures to offer to the master, but it can't be cured."

The eldest brother drooped his head, very depressed.

"Senior brother eat slowly, I will send this meat to Master." Mo Tianliao stood up and patted Senior Brother on the head, "Senior Brother, if nothing happens recently, can you come to the back mountain to teach me some moves?"

"No problem," Meng Hu nodded, it was his responsibility to teach his mentor and younger brother, "Tomorrow is still the time, you wait here for me."

After Mo Tianliao walked away and gnawed on the leg of lamb for a while, Meng Hu realized that his junior had slapped him on the head just now!This is disrespect to senior brother!So, I took a hard bite of the leg of lamb, and I have to clean up my junior and younger brother tomorrow.

He went to Qingning Palace with the roasted lamb, and saw the beautiful master sitting in the yard basking in the sun, and his long hair had returned to black.

Mo Tianliao didn't seem to know, smiled and sat next to the rocking chair, opened the leaf, the palm of his hand was still running with fire energy, the mutton was still warm and crispy.

"I roasted some mutton, master, taste it." Mo Tianliao said softly as he handed the leaves to Qingtong.

Slightly squinting eyes opened, looking at the excellent-looking mutton, Qingtong frowned slightly: "I have already bigu, so I don't want to eat this."

Mo Tianliao smiled, didn't say much, and took out another handful of glazed beads: "I practiced hand carving the day before yesterday, I hope Master will not dislike you."

"What's the meaning of this?" The slender fingers raised up, just touched the crystal bead, and then paused, who gave master the glazed bead?

"It's not interesting, I think it's pretty, and I don't know who to give it to." Mo Tianliao fiddled with the beads in his hand for a while, twisted up one, and popped it out. Immediately, the round glazed beads rolled on the bamboo pavilion, making a "ping" sound. Ping pong pong" crisp sound.

Qing Tong's slender hands on his lap instantly clenched the hem of his clothes, his cold and beautiful eyes moved away, and he looked elsewhere, but his hands were still tightly clenched because of the sound of the glass beads.Seeing him like this, Mo Tianliao immediately felt distressed. He got up and picked up the colored glaze beads, wiped them, and put them into Qingtong's hands together with the ones in his hand.

"I'm going to practice." Mo Tianliao didn't say anything, got up and left.

Waiting for the person to leave, Qingtong slowly opened his hand, and the crystal clear glazed beads rolled in the palm of his hand. He stretched out a slender finger to fiddle with it for a moment, then curled his lips: "I don't like to eat something like mutton..."

The next day, Meng Hu was waiting for Mo Tianliao at the same place, ready to give his junior a good lesson.

"I heard that senior brother is good at using big swords." Mo Tianliao looked at the senior senior brother who was clenching his fists, and said calmly, "Recently, the spiritual power has been increasing smoothly, but there is no one to practice the moves."

"What's the problem? I'll suppress my cultivation level to be the same as yours." Hearing this, Meng Hu excitedly suppressed his cultivation level to the level of Qi Dzogchen. He put aside his precious sword and took only an ordinary magic weapon Tiger Head Sword, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and your cultivation has improved again."

Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows. The senior didn't seem surprised that his cultivation had grown so fast. He lowered his eyes and took out a wooden sword.

"Junior brother, I changed the ordinary magic weapon to let you, what's the matter with your wooden sword?" Meng Hu suddenly became unhappy, in his opinion, the weak junior brother would be beaten down by one blow.

Mo Tianliao didn't say a word, and directly attacked with a sword flower.

"Hey!" Meng Hu was startled, and quickly turned sideways to avoid it. The angle of the sword was extremely tricky, almost poking his armpit, so he didn't dare to be careless.

In his previous life, Mo Tianliao had average spiritual roots. Apart from spending no money on spirit stones to increase his spiritual power, he also practiced spells day and night, whether it was spells that purely use spiritual power or swordsmanship, it was nothing to worry about.And before he became famous, he learned from the old bastard, full of insidious tricks.

The wooden sword stabbed with the spirit fire, and at the moment it was blocked, a thorny vine emerged from the tip of the sword, poking straight at Meng Hu's eyes.Meng Hu raised his head to avoid it, and grabbed the rattan with his hand, a fire dragon's fingertips burned back along the rattan.

Mo Tianliao resolutely gave up the burning cane, turned around, and at the same time snapped his fingers, a tiny fire snake flew out instantly, heading straight for Meng Hu's crotch.

"Aw!" The crotch was on fire, Meng Hu jumped three feet high, rolled on the spot, sucked the fire into his palm, and threw it out with his backhand.

Mo Tianliao caught the flame with his wooden sword, and the green wood fire was burning jubilantly on the sword.

"You are too insidious!" Meng Hu got up angrily.

"If it's a life-and-death struggle, why not talk about demeanor?" Mo Tianliao didn't care, and let the wooden sword in his hand burn up.

For the fact that he lost the fight with his junior, Meng Hu felt very ashamed, and the next day he wanted to drag him to another round, but in the end he lost again.

The resolute and unyielding senior brother became more and more courageous as he fought, and he had to fight with Mo Tianliao every day.Gradually, he no longer lost so fast, but he was still screaming in anger at Mo Tianliao's endless stream of insidious moves.Mo Tianliao asked him to raise his cultivation level to Foundation Establishment, and the two barely drew a tie.

In the sparring with the big brother, Mo Tianliao gradually practiced the coordination of this Shenmu body, and also mastered some common moves from his previous life, and his cultivation level improved rapidly.Finally, on a sunny morning, the foundation was successfully established.

Building a foundation is the first step on the journey to immortality. Accumulating a solid foundation will trigger a small-scale celestial phenomenon.

On the morning of the windy and calendar day, suddenly dark clouds covered, a green glow and a red light turned into a winding beam of light, suddenly rose from the small courtyard of the side hall of Qingning Palace, reached the sky, and then disappeared.