The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

The combination of turtle and snake is called Xuanwu, and it is one of the four ancient beasts.

Mo Tianliao looked at the black snake pulled out by the kitten in surprise. He didn't expect that the real Xuanji was actually a Xuanwu holy beast, but this appearance was a little different from the one in the legend.

The black snake has a triangular head, which looks very ferocious, and can be completely separated from the turtle shell. When it crawled out, it was bitten seven inches by the cat.

"Hiss - don't bite, don't bite, nephew is watching." The long tail slapped the bamboo pavilion, but the kitten didn't want to let go, and had no choice but to change into a human shape.

The light flashed, and Xuanji Daoist, dressed in a black Taoist robe and with a gloomy face, stood in front of Mo Tianliao, but there was still a cat hanging around his neck.

Mo Tianliao couldn't help but hugged his cat down with a smile: "I've seen my uncle."

Xuanji touched his neck with lingering fear, bent down to pick up the shell on the ground and put it into his bosom, the originally soft Taoist robe was suddenly covered with a layer of leather armor, which was connected at the joints.

The kitten jumped off the ground and turned into a real person in Qingtong: "What's the matter?"

This second senior brother doesn't like to meet people, if there is nothing to do, he will never come to visit.

"Then what, isn't there going to be a meeting of the Three Sects?" Xuanji clasped his hands together, lowered his head and pondered for a while, "I don't want to go, can you bring my disciples with me?"

The three conferences are grand events, and there will be various competitions at that time, and correspondingly there will be generous prizes.This is a good opportunity for monks to practice and observe and learn. Except for the sect that hosts it, the suzerains of other sects will not go there. Usually, they will send one or two Huashen elders to take them with them.

The Woyun Sect has a small population, except for the suzerain, there are only two of them left, and behind them are a few old monsters who suppress the mountain, but they won't go out easily.

Qingtong glanced at the second senior brother: "It's fine to take them there, as long as your apprentices are willing to follow me."

Xuanji choked for a moment, but he forgot about it, but in his opinion, as long as Qingtong agrees, the problem will not be a big problem. Is it difficult for his own apprentice to deal with it?If you don't want to, just give me a beating.

So, Xuanji left happily, and before leaving, he gave Qingtong a plate of hemp rope he had just twisted.

Qingtong turned around, and was about to sit on the rocking chair, but found that Mo Tianliao, that scoundrel, had nestled in the rocking chair at some point, looking at him with a smile.

"Get up!" Qingtong walked over and kicked the calf of the rebel who dared to occupy the throne of master.

Mo Tianliao refused to get up, and patted his thigh: "Come and sit, I'll use you as a cushion."

Originally it was just a joke, Mo Tianliao was waiting to be knocked to the ground by Mr. Mao, but unexpectedly Qingtong looked at him, walked over, sat on his lap, and leaned on Mo Tianliao's body.

The warm body with the fragrance of the sun just stuck to him defenselessly, lying on his back on the chest of the flesh pad, the top of his soft hair just rubbed against Mo Tianliao's chin.

Mo Tianliao slowly stretched out his hands in front of him, and gently wrapped him around him. He felt a little hot in his body, and his throat started to dry out, but he was not willing to let go after all. He coughed dryly, intending to divert his attention by talking: "The real Xuanji is actually a Xuanwu, One of the four beasts."

"Well," Qingtong lazily replied, "This seat is also a divine beast."

"What kind of beast?" Mo Tianliao smiled, and took his hand to play with. Such a small ball of hair, what kind of beast could it be? Could it be a cat god?

"Baihu." Qingtong pulled out his hand and pressed it on Mo Tianliao's.

Mo Tianliao pressed the white hand with his backhand, and was soon pressed back. The two played "Claws on top" so boringly. Hearing this, he couldn't help being stunned: "White tiger?" How could a pure white kitten be a white tiger?If it was a tiger cub, where did the lines on his body go?

"Why, don't you believe me?" The hand that was held turned out, and at the same time stretched out five sharp claws.

"Believe it, how can you believe it?" Mo Tianliao laughed dryly. There is always a discrepancy between the legend and the reality. He knows this, but the discrepancy is too big.

Legend has it that after the creation of the world, Qinglong, Suzaku, Baihu, and Xuanwu guarded the four directions, guarding the unstable interface and killing monsters outside the realm.What kind of magnificent era was that?The giant dragon coils the clouds, the fire phoenix flies into the sky, all in all, the four beasts are extremely ferocious.

It's hard to imagine that when monsters from outside the realm rushed over, what they saw was a white tiger with the size of a palm and no stripes, or a basalt that lost its shell as it ran...

"In fact, the four beasts have their own races, but too many died in ancient times. During the war between immortals and demons, except for those that ascended, there were not many remaining on the mainland. Now, there should be only one of each kind." Qing Tong yawned, the sun had already risen when they got up, and now it was almost noon, the sun was warm, and they were sleepy after being exposed to the sun.

"Then, your parents..." Mo Tianliao took out a thin blanket from the storage bracelet and covered him up. It was almost late autumn, and even at noon, the wind was a bit chilly.

"Dead." Qingtong replied briefly, closing his eyes slightly.

Mo Tianliao was silent for a moment, and hugged the person in his arms tighter.

"I'm not as miserable as you." Qingtong felt the arms around his body tighten, knowing that this person was thinking again. When he was in the magic palace before, Mo Tianliao talked to him about his past, "I didn't see If I passed them, I was still an egg at that time."

No matter what monsters are born from eggs, even white tigers are no exception.When Qingtong's parents died, it was his master who hatched it.

"Where are Qinglong and Suzaku?" Mo Tianliao asked casually, thinking that those two are also some kind of strange thing, right?

Qingtong turned his face away, rubbed against Mo Tianliao's chest, and yawned a little: "Qinglong is still alive, I have never seen Suzaku." After speaking, he fell asleep in a daze.

"Why do you want to sleep again after just waking up?" Mo Tianliao reached out and picked up the coil of hemp rope at his feet, "With so much hemp rope, you can make something bigger. Do you want a swing or a climbing frame?"

"Well, I want a swing with a climbing frame." Qingtong raised his hand and scratched the hair on one end of the hemp rope.

"Master, Master!" Just as he was speaking, Meng Hu, who had returned from his trip, ran over while shouting, "The master..." Before he finished speaking, he was stunned. What did he see, Master, unexpectedly, Lying on the body of the little junior brother!Although Shizun often sleeps on him, I always feel that this is a little different from that, but I can't tell what's wrong.

"It's so noisy, what a shame." Qing Tong looked at the stupid apprentice in a blink of an eye.

Meng Hu scratched his head, but let's get down to business first: "The suzerain asked Mo Xiong to fetch Langzi back."

Lang Zi, the youngest apprentice of Tianlang Daoist, was actually Tianlang's son, who had been raised by his master in Qingtong and brought back occasionally.Counting the days, the child is almost stable and can live in Woyunzong for a long time.

"En." Qingtong replied, expressing that he knew, and ignored the eager eyes of the big apprentice.

"Master, I want to go too. I haven't met the master yet." Meng Hu squatted beside the rocking chair, grabbed Qingtong's knee, and winked at the second junior brother behind the master.

Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows, Qingtong's master is still alive?

Qingtong raised his hand and slapped his stupid apprentice: "You are going to the three sect conferences with me."

Cultivators usually don't stay away from their spiritual pets for too long. The three sect conferences last for two months. As high-level monks, they naturally have to bring their spiritual pets with them.And the spiritual pet declared by real person Qingtong to the outside world has always been a beautiful tiger.

The senior brother heard the words, and suddenly hesitant, shrugging his head and preparing to leave, suddenly remembered something, turned around, and handed Mo Tianliao a small storage bag: "Junior brother, this is the one who sold the spirit sword." money."

"Thank you, big brother." Mo Tianliao caught it with a smile, stuffed the bag into the storage bracelet, and continued to play with Master with his arms around his waist.

Qing Tong asked Meng Hu to prepare the things to be brought to the three conferences, and drove him away.

It was only after Meng Hu walked out of the bamboo forest that he realized what was wrong.Usually, he used to serve as a mat for his master, and he was careful not to move, otherwise he would be beaten. It was a hard job, but his junior brother looked so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.Hey, young people, you are always full of energy, and you will know the hard work if you do a lot in the future.

Meng Hu walked away angrily with his hands behind his back.

The next day, Mo Tianliao was assigned by his master to go to Woxuan Cave, and asked who would follow his master to the three sect conferences.

There was a dead silence in Woxuan Cave, only Xuanji sat on the waterside pavilion, twisting the hemp rope alone.

"Uncle," Mo Tianliao walked over to salute him, looking at the twisted hemp rope twitching the corners of his mouth, he really couldn't understand Xuanji's strange hobby, "Master asked me to ask, is that senior brother willing to follow?" Master, go to the three conferences."

When mentioning this, Xuanji frowned, those three villains, just after he finished speaking yesterday, they all ran away without a trace.Standing up, Xuanji put a finger to his lips and whistled towards the lake.Not long after, ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, and a turtle shell slowly popped out, and then poked out a head.

A multicolored butterfly the size of two palms circled over and landed on the head of the big turtle, letting the turtle carry it to the water pavilion.

"Where's Yuli?" Xuanji stared at the butterfly-topped turtle, "The junior brother from Woqingdong is here, let's see what you look like."

A big silver carp leaped out of the water, and instantly transformed into the third apprentice Yuli, and jumped onto the water pavilion: "Master, I am here."

Mo Tianliao looked at these guys calmly, his cat had already told him yesterday that there were some things in the sect.The big turtle should be Xuanji's first apprentice, Yuan Hai, the guy who always reads slowly in the blessed place of ten thousand volumes; and the butterfly is Hua Qing, who just asked if the water-like concentration pill is ready today; as for Yu Li, Needless to say, when I saw him so afraid of Qingtong, I guessed that this guy was either a mouse or a fish.

"How did you think about what I told you yesterday?" Xuanji stood by the waterside with his hands behind his back.

The butterfly flew up and circled him twice, trying to speak, but the butterfly couldn't cry, and could only turn into a human: "Master, I have to go, otherwise the elixir won't be sold in the future." The price is too high, but..." As an alchemist, he had to participate in the alchemy competition at the conference. Pills are the same as magic tools, and the alchemist must be famous to sell expensive.

Xuanji nodded, it was the two disciples who knew the importance.

"But I'm worried, my uncle has already beat me to the ground before I arrive at Liuyunzong." Hua Qing squatted on the ground, holding his head. Dangerous.

Xuanji frowned slightly: "No prospect, where is Yuan Hai?"

Yuan Hai climbed up and said slowly: "Uncle Master hates that I can't take off the shell, and always wants to pry it open for me." After speaking, he shrank his head and would rather not go than get along with uncle alone.

Mo Tianliao twitched the corner of his mouth, Xuanji also felt very embarrassed, and shouted loudly: "Yuli, you..."

"Master!" Yu Li knelt on the ground and hugged Master's leg before his master finished speaking, and mournfully said, "You can't let this disciple go to die!"

The three apprentices were talking, and they cried together in a dignified manner, that was a tragedy.

"Then, my nephew will come back tomorrow." Mo Tianliao tried his best to control the twitching corners of his mouth, and bowed to leave.

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