The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

There was no words all the way, and the entire flying boat was silent.

Mo Tianliao felt wronged and dared not speak.Qingtong leaned against the big tiger and fell asleep not long after.And the big tiger, as a cushion, does not need to talk.

Thirty thousand miles cannot be turned around in one day, the night is cold, and there are always some evil spirits haunting the night, the road is not safe, and it is necessary to find a town to rest.The Xiuxian City on the way is unknown, so Mo Tianliao counted the time and accelerated the speed of the flying boat, trying to reach Yijin before the sun set.

Most of the Immortal City are casual cultivators, and there are also some shops opened by various sects. If Mo Tianliao remembers correctly, this small city named Yijin has a powerful protective formation, and fighting and hurting people are not allowed in the city. Otherwise, you will be expelled by the magic circle.It is perfect for resting overnight, and more importantly, there may be news he needs in this city.

The flying boat landed outside the city. Mo Tianliao walked over and wanted to hug the sleeping man, but his outstretched hand stopped suddenly and stopped three inches away from the master.

He had treated Master lightly before, but he hasn't forgiven him yet. If he reached out to hug him again, he would definitely be beaten even worse. Mo Tianliao rubbed his recovered face and looked at the beauty who was sleeping peacefully.Half of his handsome face was buried in the thick tiger fur, and he slept warmly, revealing a bit of pinkness, which made people unbearable to disturb his good sleep.

Mo Tianliao gritted his teeth, forget it, even if he scratched his face again, he would admit it.Stretching out his hand, he walked around the back of the master, hugged him, and slowly opened his beautiful eyes, which were full of sleep, and looked at him quietly.

"Wake up..." Mo Tianliao said in a low voice, before he could retract his outstretched hand, he was pushed away.

Qing Tong stood up and looked around: "Where is this?" The big tiger raised his head in a daze, and when he saw the master got up, he also stood up and yawned big.

"Yijin," Mo Tianliao put away the flying boat, and pointed to the inscription on the top of the city, "We've been here before, do you remember?"

Yijin, resting comfortably, pointing out the maze, there are three teachings and nine schools here, good and bad are mixed, but the city is unexpectedly very safe, so it is also a distribution center for all kinds of news.The birth of secret treasures, the trading of spirit treasures, the secrets of sects, and many other unknown news can all be inquired here.

Qingtong snorted, not knowing whether he remembered or not, he led the big tiger into the city.

Walking with a monster is also a symbol of strength. Everyone along the way looked at the fat and strong tiger behind the beauty, and showed envious eyes.Such a ferocious monster, no one would think that it has never signed a blood contract. Haven't you seen that tiger is as obedient as a cat, constantly rubbing against its master's legs?

Mo Tianliao followed behind the two of them without saying much. Looking all the way, there were many small stalls on the side of the road. One stall had a picture of Taiji painted on it, and the word "Fortune Telling" was written on the hanging banners. A foundation cultivator saw Mo Tianliao and began to yell, "Guest officer, let's count your fate and see when you can ascend."

"How many spirit stones do you need for a hang?" Mo Tianliao stopped in front of the booth.

"This thing, according to fate, it depends on what you think, it's the price." The monk said casually.

Mo Tianliao narrowed his eyes, turned and left.These so-called "fortune-telling" stalls are actually "inquiring about" news. As long as you give enough spirit stones, you can basically inquire about the news you want.Looking up, seeing Master looking at him not far away, he hastened to keep up.When he approached, the master raised his foot and left again.

After touching his nose, Mo Tianliao quickly took a few steps and jumped in front of the master: "Master..."

Qing Tong looked at him coldly.

"Master, let's go." Mo Tianliao pointed to the inn in the opposite direction, and followed his master's way of walking, and left the city in a while.

"Hmph, of course I know." Qingtong snorted coldly, turned and walked towards the inn.

This is the largest inn in Yijin City, and the price is very high. Qingtong asked for an upper room and a lower room, threw the number plate of the lower room on Mo Tianliao's face, then turned and went upstairs.The big tiger wobbled up, but was kicked back.

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other, and went to the lower room in desperation.

The lower class rooms are relatively simple, with only a wooden bed and a table, but those who cultivate immortals don't care about these, as long as they have a place where they can meditate for a night.After the big tiger was settled, Mo Tianliao lifted his foot and walked out again.

"Brother, where are you going?" Big Tiger jumped out of the bed and became Senior Brother Meng Hu.

"I'm going to buy fried fish for Master," Mo Tianliao said without blinking, "Is there anything you want to eat, Senior Brother?"

Hearing that there is food, Meng Hu's eyes lit up: "You can figure it out, as long as it is delicious meat."

Mo Tianliao pursed his lips, rubbed his brother's head, and walked out of the inn.

Meng Hu turned back into a big tiger again, jumped onto the bed and stomped on it, flicking his big striped tail back and forth, suddenly stiffened, just now, the junior brother touched his head again!Who is the senior brother!No, I have to talk to him about seniority and inferiority tonight!

After leaving the inn, Mo Tianliao took a leisurely look at a few fortune-telling stalls, and finally stopped in front of a long-bearded foundation-building cultivator, took out a middle-grade spirit stone and put it on the table: "Listen! It is said that there is a 'Baiwen Pavilion' in the city, but is it still there?"

The monk tightened the spirit stones into his sleeves, stroked his beard and said, "Of course there are Baiwen Pavilions, but the price is no higher than my small stall."

There were some news that these small stalls could not get. The monk led Mo Tianliao to the back alley and entered a shop without a signboard.Mo Tianliao put on a black cloak, covered his face, and walked in.

"Guest officer, please." The receptionist saw the bearded monk, nodded to each other, and led Mo Tianliao into an inner room. In the room sat a golden core monk with white beard and hair. A tray, inside the tray is a neat row of jade slips.

Mo Tianliao sat down at the table and glanced at the patterns on the jade slips.The original flame logo was erased and replaced with a strange eagle head, and the eyes darkened involuntarily.This Baiwen Pavilion was originally his property, and there are towns and towns that cultivate immortals in both the righteous and the evil ways. They sell news back and forth between the two major forces, but now it's just a matter of time.

"I want to know the whereabouts of Venerable Calcined Heaven's artifact." Mo Tianliao lowered his voice.

"One hundred middle-grade spirit stones, point out the direction; three hundred middle-grade spirit stones, tell the location; five hundred middle-grade spirit stones, you will know the reason." The Jindan monk pushed an empty tray in front of him.

The rules haven't changed, and the price hasn't increased, so Mo Tianliao took out 50 yuan high-grade spirit stones and put them on the tray.Fortunately, my cat doesn't like counting, so there are extra spirit stones in the bag I gave him, otherwise I really wouldn't have the money to inquire about the news.

"300 years ago, the artifact came into the world, and it has been with Elder Liuyun Zongding..." After counting the spirit stones, the man began to speak slowly.

Elder Ding was Ding Zijin's father whom he met on the road, a master craftsman named Ding Hu.As we all know, the artifact is unfinished. Everyone hopes that Master Ding can complete the refining of the artifact. But Dinghu has studied hard for hundreds of years, but he has not been able to practice it. Instead, the number one thief in the Taixuan Continent stole it. gone.

Afterwards, it has been circulating among the major markets, and was also bought back by Da Zongmen, but there was no suitable refiner, so it was sold again.That artifact was not refined, and it was useless at all, and now it can no longer be sold in the market of the righteous way, and has been exiled to the magic way.

"After seven days, it will be sold at the auction house in the Eight Desolation City of Demonic Dao. If you are interested, you can go and have a look." The golden core monk gave the final conclusion, and then smiled without saying a word.

Bahuang City... Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows, that guy Taishi couldn't sell anymore.

After coming out of Baiwen Pavilion, it was already the climax of the moon, and there was no place to buy fried fish and roast lamb legs, so Mo Tianliao wandered back to the inn.The big tiger was sleeping soundly in the room, and the sound of snoring could be heard from far away. Mo Tianliao looked up at the room upstairs, feeling a little worried, so he went up to have a look.

With the large moat formation, these rooms will no longer be restricted. Mo Tianliao gently turned in through the window, stood in front of the bed and looked at the person on the bed. Bai, couldn't help stretching out his hand, and stuffed that cool arm into the bed.The slender fingers suddenly lifted up, and five sharp claws emerged from the round fingertips. Mo Tianliao was so frightened that his hairs stood on end.

"Sinister, what are you doing?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Master: What are you doing in Master's room in the middle of the night?

Carpentry: long nights of sleepless nights

Master: Then let's do something interesting!

Woodworking: (≧?≦) Good!

Master: (呵呵呵啦) The feeling on the back is shameless

Carpentry: ...QAQ