The cat who wears Jackie Chan

After reading for a long time, the cat is hungry.He raised his head and looked at the owner, and then heard someone knocking on the door.

A sword cultivator from Qinglian Sword Sect stood outside, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Mu, are you hungry?"

"Meow meow!" Hungry, hungry, do you want to start a business in the flying boat later, or find a nearby town to anchor?

Speaking of which, it seems that there is no kitchen in the flying boat.

The sword cultivator then handed over a porcelain bottle: "This is Bigu Pill, we all eat this. I don't know if you have it with you, so I'll give you this bottle."

Come on, you sword cultivators really don't pay attention.

"Thank you." Mu Xuefeng took it over, expressing her gratitude blankly.

"Is the kitten hungry?" Yu Mengsong jumped out from nowhere, squeezed out a head from behind the sword repairer, smiled with eyes crooked, and said very enthusiastically, "I have venison here—"

"No need." Nodding slightly to the previous sword repairman, Mu Xuefeng spit out these two words quickly, and slammed the door.

Meow, owner, what are you wary of?I'm not a little wild cat that can be kidnapped for food.

Although the cat is not disgusted with the owner.

One person and one cat looked at the porcelain bottle they just got.

In this cultivation world, there is no saying that eating is the intake of turbid air from grains. Everyone in the Taoist temple eats normally.The restaurants outside also sell meals made from Lingzhi animal meat, which is similar to the concept of a health-preserving meal, but the price is expensive, and the little orange cat has not tasted it yet.

Only monks who are too lazy to eat and are eager to spend all their time practicing kung fu will knock Bigu Pill.

Mu Xuefeng pulled out the cork and poured it down, and gave the little orange cat one too.

Bigu Dan is a round yellow pill the size of a peanut, which turns into warm water and rolls into the stomach.There is no taste, it is equivalent to eating lonely, but the stomach is full.

Wuwu, if you can only rely on bigu pills to live in the future, cats and cats who love food will definitely fall into——

The little orange cat took out a small dried fish from the token and gnawed on it, and gave one to the owner.

A three-day journey, one person and one cat, actually rely on Bigu Dan for three days.

The flying boat galloping on the clouds didn't stop halfway to rest.Le Yuan suspects that as long as there is a kitchen on this flying boat and some ingredients are stored, the owner has already done it himself.

On the eve of arriving at Qinglian Sword Sect, those sword cultivators gathered in the living room and chatted about something.It seems that a well-connected disciple of Jianzong got the list of the recent auction.

On a large jade slip, there is a picture of the lot, as well as a brief introduction of the variety, fineness, net weight, source, etc., communicating with the jade slip with ideas, and you can turn pages.

——In the world of comprehension, there are even things like this kind of tablet computer. It may be a blue ocean to develop small games such as minesweeping and Tetris.

Mu Xuefeng also borrowed it to read it again. The little orange cat nestled in his arms, stretched its neck, and watched it with him.

Meow, I feel like there is nothing I want.

What made the sword cultivators of Qinglian Sword Sect particularly excited was a celestial sword.Even if he is an elite disciple, if he does not rely on the aristocratic family, what he is using is probably only a spirit sword, not a fairy sword.

For example, when Mu Xuefeng first entered the monastery, she couldn't even take out the 1 spiritual stones for re-forging weapons.

However, we are now developed!Longyuan sword is in hand, this is a sword from the forbidden area of ​​Baoguang Pavilion, stronger than all the fairy swords in the pavilion.Ninety-nine out of [-] items that are lost to the auction will not be able to keep up.

After reading the jade slips, the auction suddenly lost its appeal.

"Boom"

The huge sword-like boat suddenly shook violently.

Everyone was startled. Looking out through the transparent porthole made of mica, they saw thick clouds rolling in the night sky. The clouds were as dense as deep snow that had not melted all year round. Wudi flashed among the clouds for a moment.

Is this a bird strike?The little orange cat thought to himself.

Judging by the size of the shadow, it might even be the Kunpeng in the Book of Mountains and Seas.

No matter what it hit, the flying boat began to shake and bump non-stop, then the boat head sank, and it swooped towards the ground quickly.

The cat's hair exploded, and the little orange cat was stunned, how could it still encounter a plane crash!

Even if no one died, the flying boat might still crash. At the critical moment, a huge and soft sword energy like a breeze wrapped around the boat and slowly lifted it up. It was the elder of Qinglian Sword Sect who led the team. .

Half a quarter of an hour later, the flying boat made an emergency landing at the nearest Jinguan City.Looking from above, the bustling city is brightly lit, and this is also the largest of the several cities adjacent to Qinglian Sword Sect.

Send the flying boat to a certain craft shop for repairs, and everyone will have to stay in the city for one night.

Given that the auction will be held tomorrow afternoon, it seems that those sword cultivators intend to stay a little longer and wait until the day after tomorrow to leave. Anyway, the flying boat will not be repaired soon.If you are really in a hurry, you can fly back by yourself first.

The little orange cat has no opinion.After registering at the inn, he and the owner immediately rushed to the night market like tigers coming out of their cages.

Grilled fish, grilled chicken, shrimp and crab meat, wait for me!

……belch.

I was eating happily, but before I knew it, there was a mist around me.The lights in the distance are like stars floating in the sea of ​​fog.

The little orange cat is sitting on the owner's shoulder, eating a bunch of grilled shrimp with the owner.A long stick was covered with a number of golden prawns sprinkled with salt and spices. Mu Xuefeng ate one, and brought the stick to the mouth of the little orange cat on his shoulder, and the little orange cat bit another one.

You don't have to hold it in your hand, it's very convenient.

"Tomorrow, find out where the Zuixian Tower is," Mu Xuefeng said, "I heard that there are spirit beast dried meat for sale there, buy two packs of it."

"Meow meow!" Okay!

The owner still remembers it.Yu Mengsong said at the Penglai Fairy Fair that he had dried spirit beast meat fried by the master Zuixianlou himself, and he would give the cat one if he touched it; Two cats.

The owner really keeps his word!

Snacks made from spirit beast meat are probably not cheap, but now that we are rich, we are arrogant.

Xu Shi heard their conversation, a little boy who came out to play holding his mother's hand, said crisply: "Mother, I also want to eat spirit beast meat!"

"Smelly child, our family can't afford it!" Mother shook her head.

"Then..." The little boy rolled his black eyes and pointed to a stall on the street, "If you don't buy dried meat, mother will you buy me a paper doll? I really want it!"

The stall was a little far away, half hidden in the white mist.

The little orange cat looked up and saw that the stall was full of colorful things.When you get closer, you can see that they are all paper figurines and horses, each the size of a palm, with noses, eyes and blush.

An old man was selling these paper figurines and was still drawing one.After he finished painting, he blew on the paper figurine with bright clothes and pale face, and the paper figurine came to life, blinking, moving its hands and feet, and walking around the booth.

Hey, this old man is probably a monk, and the toys played by children in the cultivation world are quite high-end.

"You want it too?" Mu Xuefeng asked.

"Meow." The little orange cat shook his head, I am not a child.

After a full meal, they walked back from the night market.Someone seemed to be singing in the depths of the fog, but he couldn't make out the tune, so he might be a drunk.

The welcome boy in front of the inn led them to the reserved room, where they rested for a night.

Well, is the fog still there?

The next morning, after having breakfast in the inn, I saw that the street was still white, and the passers-by were all indistinct. It seemed that the fog was thicker than last night.

The person who greeted the guests on the day shift at the entrance of the inn also turned into a white tiger standing on its hind legs, with golden brown eyes, and holding a white lantern in its hand.

Mu Xuefeng asked it about Zuixianlou, Baihu pointed to the direction, and said: "It's too early, the door hasn't opened yet, we'll go at noon."

"Meow." Well, there's no rush.

I'm not familiar with the place, and I don't know where to go, why don't we go back to our room and read?The little orange cat was thinking about the chapter in Tianhu Heart Art that he hadn't finished reading yesterday.

Just as he was about to make a suggestion, the little orange cat suddenly noticed that there were two shadows of the white tiger in front of him, both behind it, partly separated, one thick and the other light.

Is it because the lanterns are lit in broad daylight and there are two light sources?After thinking about it for a while, I can't seem to draw an optical schematic diagram in my mind.

After the owner walked away, the little orange cat called out the magic sound horn and whispered the discovery to the owner.

"Oh, it means it has eaten people." Mu Xuefeng said casually.

"Meow?" Why are you so calm!

"When the Tiger Clan eats a person, there will be another shadow."

"Meow meow." Useless knowledge increased.

In the depths of the sea of ​​fog, it seemed that someone was singing, intermittently, from last night to now, probably tired.

There was a couple on this street who had been arguing at home early in the morning. They saw no one, but a basin of water was poured into the middle of the street, and the muddy blood flowed wantonly.

Tsk, let's kill chickens and fish at home, the little orange cat thinks, polluting the public environment, it's so immoral.

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I don’t feel much today, the author will adjust the state as soon as possible qwq