The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 10: Clothes
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After reaching out his hand, Qingtong realized that he had done something stupid. He used to be used to playing paw paw games with this person. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he handed it over. Slightly frowned, and pulled his hand out immediately.
The slippery touch left his palm, and Mo Tianliao felt a little regretful. Watching Master walk to the soft couch and sit down, he looked over with cold eyes, immediately took away the thoughts he shouldn't have, and followed respectfully.
"What's the matter?" Qingtong took the glass cup from the maid and took a sip of tea.
Mo Tianlio tore his gaze from Master's thin lips, and said, "The disciple has something important to tell Master."
Qingtong put down the cup and raised her hand, and the maid in plain clothes disappeared instantly.
Mo Tianlio walked over, knelt down on the futon beside the soft couch, and kowtowed uprightly: "Master’s wise eyes are like torches. He sees that the disciple is a reborn person, and he failed to report to the master in time. , The disciple is ashamed."
Qingtong looked at the lowered back of Mo Tianliao's head, tilted his head, and was dazed for a moment to understand what this person was talking about. Before Mo Tianliao raised his head, he straightened up, and did not answer, only looking at him quietly with a pair of cold beautiful eyes.
Mo Tianliao looked at Master's calm appearance and admired him. Unlike the pretense of those so-called famous elders, his master was truly pure, noble, natural and immortal. "The disciple's previous identity is inconvenient to inform, but please rest assured, Master, the disciple will not endanger Voyunzong, let alone hurt Master."
"Yeah," he gave a faint answer, no happiness or anger, "get up."
Mo Tianliao breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the futon. Now that he has spoken openly, he can naturally discuss his experience of cultivation in the past few days.
In fact, there are very few things Mo Tianliao needs to give pointers to when it comes to cultivating. He knows exactly what stage and how to cultivate to achieve the best, but his body is special now, he is still groping and he needs someone to be with him. Explore.
"Everything has spirit, and fairy wood has spirit, let's try it." Qingtong said when he heard his confusion about burning wood.
The clear and pleasing voice is endless. Although Mo Tianlio didn't quite understand the meaning, he nodded and wrote down the words first.
"There is one more thing," Mo Tianliao rarely met Master, so he naturally wanted to report everything to the side. "Recently, my nephews saw that Master hadn't left the customs for a long time, so they handed the Master Dong to his disciples. Deal with..." I looked up at Master, and saw that there was no response, he had acquiesced that he should deal with mundane affairs, and went on.
The common affairs in Woqing Cave are controlled by several disciples in charge. It is difficult to achieve fairness and the efficiency is not high. Mo Tianlio considered the method of referring to the master to set up a deacon hall and distribute resources , Assign tasks, openly visible everywhere.
Of course, doing this is not without selfish intentions. He found that he needed a lot of spiritual energy in his practice last night, and relying solely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is not enough, he needs a lot of spiritual stones. Moreover, he will still need to refine tools in the future. Refining tools is a matter of burning money and requires a lot of resource supply. Setting up the Deacon’s Hall means that you put your power in your own hands, making things easier.
Qingtong looked at him, his cold eyes were calm, and he slowly said: "Say so much nonsense, just do what you want." After speaking, he stood up and shook Away.
"Hey, Master!" Mo Tianlio hurried to catch up. "The last thing, the day after tomorrow is the birthday of the Sect Master’s first Brother Yanlie. The Sect Master is going to do it this year. Master must prepare an elder gift. ."
"Take it to him." Qingtong flipped over and took out a delicate and clear bell.
On the way back, Mo Tianliao pinched the fist-sized bell to check it out. It was made of exquisite stone, with a glass bead in the middle. Shaking it and clinking, it was very beautiful, but no matter how good it was, it couldn’t hide it. The fact that it is a bell! That's right, this thing is not even a magic weapon, it's just an ordinary bell!
The birthday gift given by the ancestor of the **** of transformation to the younger generation of Yuan Ying, a beautiful big bell!
Mo Tianliao felt that the gift in his hand was a bit hot.
Maybe there is some meaning in this? As someone who had just started and didn't understand the powerful relationship, Mo Tianlio scratched his head and had to put away the bell, resist an axe and go to the back mountain.
The third chapter of "Wood Burning Technique" appeared when he succeeded in entraining Qi. It described three kinds of strange trees, let him cut them down and burn them, and then hunted a few pheasants and barbecued them.
An axe cut down, and there was a gap in the thick tree. Mo Tianlio narrowed his eyes and saw the misty blue light escape from the gap.
"Everything has spirit, and fairy trees also have spirit..."
The words of Master may not refer to spiritual wisdom, but spiritual energy.
Look up at this tree. It has a thousand years of sinking wood. The wood is very heavy. It sinks when it enters water. It is a good material for refining spurs. It can be sold for a good price for a hundred years. This is still a thousand years. of.
There is aura in the spirit stone, and naturally also in this precious refining material, but the aura contained in the spirit stone is not divided into five elements, and there is only the wood aura in the vegetation, and it cannot be absorbed by humans.
Mo Tianliao frowned slightly, people can't breathe, but he is not purely a person now, since he can see the blue light, maybe... raise the axe and chop again, and a little blue light escapes. Mo Tianliao immediately used spiritual power. The aura of a thousand-year-old water sinking wood, like a small cyan snake, quickly penetrated his body along the fingertips.
Sacred trees have spirits and are not used by humans, but they can be absorbed by them.
In this way, he doesn't even need to meditate, he can practice by cutting down trees, and he doesn't need to bother to decompose the five-color aura, because the escape is absolutely wood!
So, Mo Tianliao, like he found a baby, kept chopping down trees all day long.
When he finally finished cutting the sinking wood and chopped it into firewood to prepare for the fire, the white kitten who had come at some point was already asleep on the stone. As the sun sets, the white fur is set against orange.
Mo Tianliao walked over, patted the wood stubble on his hands, picked up the kitten in his arms, and after the sun went down, the rocks should be cold.
The cat who has always been alert, was picked up by him and didn't even wake up, still sleeping soundly. Mo Tianlio laughed, carefully put it against his shirt, squatted down to make a fire, and cut a few three-inch wooden thorns with an axe.
It's clumsy and clumsy, no tools, a heavy axe, in Mo Tianliao's hands like a small and delicate carving knife, a smooth spike is soon cut out. Take out a wooden thorn in his hand to play with, and flip it between his slender and flexible fingers.
"Cuckoo..." In the distance, a few colorful pheasants were planning to eat.
The wooden thorns flipped between the fingers took a pause and transported the spiritual power to the fingertips. The sharp thorns sandwiched between the **** flew out, passing through the pheasant’s raised wings accurately and pinning it. On the trunk.
"Xiao Claw, we have meat to eat." Mo Tianliao lowered his head to see that he woke up from sleep, picking up the little hairy ball with the front of his clothes, and taking him to clean up the pheasants.
Because there are always strange barbecue requirements in "Burning Wood Art", Mo Tianliiao's small storage bracelet is now full of various spices. Putting the chicken legs on a long sign cut from sinking wood and roasting, Mo Tianliao sighed. Although sinking wood is not very precious, it is also a rare good material. My storage bracelet is equipped with spices and clothes. It's a pity to go on something else. To attend the banquet tomorrow, you must first refine a storage tool.
One person and one cat ate the roasted pheasant, and then he wandered back to the small courtyard.
Su Wen has been waiting in the courtyard for a long time. Seeing Mo Tianliao came back, he immediately greeted him and presented a tray: "Uncle Master, this is a gift prepared by the disciple. What else can you add."
Tomorrow Mo Tianliao is going to a banquet, so naturally he has to give the gift of Wo Qingdong. He has just started, and he is not familiar with Yan Lie, so he does not need to send too expensive things. A certain amount of spirit stones and spirit grass is enough. These are all out of the public warehouse.
Mo Tianliao saw that there was nothing wrong, nodded and said: "Take these, and follow me tomorrow."
Suwen's eyes flashed a surprise: "It's Uncle Master!"
After sending Su Wen, the maid in white from Qingning Palace came again.
"What can some sisters do?" Mo Tianliao smiled and welcomed the maid into the house. These women are not the disciples of Wo Qingdong, and their cultivation is not too high, they are the maids who serve the master of Dong.
The kitten in his arms tried to probe, but was held down by Mo Tianliao. The monster is too precious. He is now low-powered and cannot be protected, so he must not be seen by others.
Xiao Maoqiu unwillingly scratched him through his shirt. Those maids were less than a hundred years old. This guy is actually called someone’s sister. It’s not ashamed!
"I'll give you some clothes on the order of the master of the cave." The maid put a few trays on the table, and there are three sets of black wide-sleeved costumes.
"Black color." Mo Tianlio picked up one and frowned slightly. The people in Wo Qingdong wear plain colors. Wouldn't they wear black colors the same color as the real Xuanji?
"Wo Yunzong is not particular about clothes, you don't have to mind." The maid explained, and bowed back.
Mo Tianliao thought for a while. The first generation of disciples I saw in the Woyun Hall were indeed casually dressed, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, in all colors, but the second generation of disciples in Woqingdong were more unique. , They are all dressed in white, maybe to please the master?
The next day, Mo Tianliao wore a black wide-sleeved robe, a gauze embroidered with silver moire, and a silver dragon crown inlaid with obsidian. Previously wearing a commoner, it was still not obvious, but now that he changed into a Chinese suit, that unusually handsome face suddenly appeared.
The little Maoqiu sitting on the bed looked up at the well-dressed guy, finally pleasing his eyes, jumped on Mo Tianliao's shoulders, flicked his tail, and let's go!
Mo Tianliao raised his hand and hugged the kitten and put it back on the bed: "Hey, I play here by myself. I'll be back after noon." There are too many people at the banquet, so don't show Mo Xiaoclaw.
The kitten was immediately upset, and scratched the bed sheet.
Mo Tianliao walked into the courtyard and asked Su who was waiting outside: "Let's go."
Su Wen's eyes widened, looking at the incomparably handsome Master Uncle in front of him, his mouth closed for a long while. It wasn't until Mo Tianlio called her that she stumbled and followed.