The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 21: Cultivation
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The lights in the inner hall are dim, so I can barely see the furnishings inside.
The large room is covered with light-colored cushions, and walking on it is a bit unstable. Mo Tianliao stepped in, almost fell, turned half a circle in the air, landed to stabilize his figure, looked down, and the person in his arms was still sleeping soundly.
Secretly relieved, Mo Tianliao looked around, the huge window was ajar, and a layer of snow gauze hung on the window, gently swinging in the evening breeze. There is a big bed in the center of the room, four corner curtains, and a plain brocade quilt, shimmering in the moonlight.
Slowly walked over, gently put the beauty in his arms on the bed, and sprayed the gentle breath on the neck, so that people's mind was rippling, Mo Tianlio took a deep breath, and put his heart against his chest. He moved his head away and placed it on the soft pillow.
The cold moonlight came in through the window screens, reflecting the unparalleled beauty, Mo Tianliao couldn't help but glance again.
The lightly closed eyes have become a beautifully shaped line, light-colored thin lips, perfectly curved chin, white neck, below the neck...
Guilty, sin!
Mo Tianliao forcibly tore his eyes off the beauty and put the person on the bed completely. The soft mattress quickly sank the slender body in. Pulling the thin quilt aside, carefully covering the person on the bed, Mo Tianlio straightened up and raised his feet to leave, but felt his sleeves tighten.
"Where are you going?" The clear and moving voice, with a bit of softness that was still not awake.
Mo Tianliao turned his head stiffly, and found that one of his sleeves was held in his hand by the master, and his slightly narrowed beautiful eyes slowly opened with these words.
"If the master is exhausted, the disciple will come again tomorrow." Mo Tianlio rubbed his fingers, lit the glazed lamp beside the bed, squatted down, and lay down on the bed to look at the master.
The white hand slowly lifted up, attached to the pale lips, and yawned. Qingtong did not get up, so she lay on the bed and looked at him: "You don't have to come tomorrow, this seat will be closed."
Mo Tian is ignorant. Master meant that if you have something to say right now, and when you are done, you should get out of the picture, and he hurriedly talked about Mo Xiaoclaw's affairs and said: "The disciple wants the white one very much. Kitten."
Mo Tianlio has confirmed to Yan Lie that there is no such rule as to the fact that his disciples can obtain monsters. If you want to get a monster, look at your master's mood, and the master will give it to you. He must not lose Mo Xiaoclaw, nor is he afraid that the cat will not go with him. The only worry is that Master will give away the cat.
"I won't give it away." Qingtong replied simply and clearly, waving his hand to let him go.
"How can I get that cat?" With the assurance from the master, Mo Tianliao fell to the ground with a big rock in his heart, watching the beautiful eyes rise because of sleepiness|a little bit of water, like rain washed Obsidian, could not help but ask, take the opportunity to take a look.
The beaming beautiful eyes glanced at him, then slowly closed: "Look at your performance."
Mo Tianliao couldn't help grinning, and took out a glazed hairpin with his backhand. It was the one he bought in the shop, but the ornamentation on it has been re-carved. The men's flowing clouds are hollowed out month by month. There is a hidden moon inlaid in the clouds, and the simple shape is full of complicated and gorgeous dark patterns, which seem to be flowing under the candlelight, which is really beautiful.
"This, I bought this in the shop, I want to dedicate it to Master," Mo Tianliao said softly, as if he was coaxing people to sleep, regardless of whether Master heard it or not. Liuli hairpin was quietly placed by the pillow, and the candle was blown out, "The disciples have retired."
The door of the inner sanctuary closed slowly, the light from the crack in the door gradually disappeared, and the room fell into silence.
The lightly closed beautiful eyes slowly opened, and the Liuyun month by month glazed hairpin was brought in front of him, and the eyes that could see at night clearly saw the carving of each knife.
"Xiao Claw, your eyes are so beautiful, like light colored glass."
"Xiao Claw, look, I wear a light-colored glaze hairpin, is it a good match for you?"
"I'm too domineering, not suitable for colored glaze, this light colored colored glaze should match beauty."
The light-colored thin lips evoke an insignificant curve, Qingtong put the hairpin under the pillow and closed his eyes tiredly.
Opening his eyes the next day, Xiaomaoqiu did not appear on his bedside as usual. Mo Tianliao was a little surprised and got up and looked around.
"Uncle Master, what are you looking for?" Several second-generation disciples in charge came forward to report matters, and saw Mo Tianliu walking around in the yard, so they wanted to help.
"Nothing." Mo Tianliao raised his head and motioned for everyone to enter the house.
The cumbersome mundane tasks were quickly dealt with. Mo Tianlio clicked on the table with two fingers: "The mundane responsibilities in the cave are tedious, you take care of them every day, and you will delay your training without payment. Master and I After discussing, set up a deacon hall in Wocheong-dong."
It’s not difficult to build the Deacon’s Hall, because the master has the Deacon’s Hall. Just build a small one like that. The positions in the hall are rotated by disciples who cultivate to high moral character. During the rotation, there will be extra spirit. Stone examples.
The Deacon’s Hall was set up, and Mo Tianliao became relaxed at once, only to trouble him every few days when there was something that could not be decided in the hall.
With Mo Tianliao who is free, it is natural to practice wholeheartedly.
Now that there are enough spirit stones, advancement is guaranteed. According to the guidance of "Burning Wood Art", Mo Tianliao cut down every kind of spirit tree in the back mountain.
The wood element has ample spiritual power, and the fire element’s spiritual power also appears when burning wood. This alternates and repeats, and the cultivation base grows rapidly, but... Mo Tianlio looked at the fragrant cold spring fish in front of him, sighed Sighed.
Mo Xiaoclaw has rarely appeared recently. He always can't finish the things that require barbecue in "Burning Wood Art", and the cold spring fish described in this chapter is that guy's favorite.
Mo Tianliao himself doesn't like fish. He finally caught this precious cold spring fish. It was a pity that it was wasted. He got up and wrapped the big washed leaves and walked towards Qingning Palace.
The kitten is not in the back mountain, maybe it will be with Master.
In front of the main hall of Qingning Palace, there is a piece of green bamboo. In the bamboo forest, there are couches, rocking chairs, chessboards, etc., which are very elegant. The sun shines through the slender bamboo, it is not dazzling, it is very pleasant.
The rocking chair is covered with thick cushions, and the beauty in white clothes leaned on it, her beautiful eyes closed, and the light with the fragrance of bamboo warmed her flimsy clothes.
When Mo Tianliao walked over, what he saw was such a lazy picture. The cold master squinted his eyes slightly, enjoying the warm afternoon sun, which gave the white coat a layer of gold. A bit less indifference, a bit more indescribable... seductive.
As a ghost, Mo Tianlio walked over with the grilled fish.
The slender eyelashes quivered slightly, a pair of beautiful eyes opened slowly, and the cold eyes swept over him, Qingtong slowly said: "What's the matter?"
"Tui'er grilled a cold spring fish, thinking..." Seeing that the beautiful eyes light up a little when they heard "fish", Mo Tianlio caught the word "feed the cat" on his lips I swallowed it abruptly, "I want to invite Master to taste one or two."
Qingtong snorted: "This seat is already bigu."
Mo Tianliao smiled, dragged a small bamboo stool and sat down on the rocking chair: "Bigu does not conflict with tasting food. After the apprentice's previous life, he still eats often. The journey to immortality is long. If you can even give delicious food Abandon, isn’t it too boring."
While speaking, he opened the leaf to reveal the fragrant grilled fish inside.
The meat of the cold spring fish is fresh and tender. It is grilled on wood with ample energy and can be eaten with a lightly brushed layer of seasoning. It is very delicious.
Qingtong glanced at the good-looking grilled fish, stretched out his hand to twist a piece, and slowly put it in his mouth: "How about the cultivation level?"
"It is already the eighth refining device, and the foundation will be built in a few days." Mo Tianlio said honestly.
"Yeah." Qingtong swallowed a piece of fish and lifted his chin slightly.
Mo Tianliao followed and saw a set of tea sets on the table. He immediately understood that he put the fish next to Master, got up and dragged the tea table over. In the right way, people pay attention to one mind and one mind. They have no other hobbies except for cultivation, but magic cultivation is different. What they pay attention to is to do whatever they want.
The days of cultivating immortals are very long. In addition to refining tools, Mo Tianlio also studied many messy things, such as tea ceremony.
In his opinion, drinking and pecking are all spiritual practice. Of course, spiritual improvement is important, and mental training is also indispensable.
Washing, brewing, soaking, whisking, smelling, a set of actions is very pleasing to the eye. Pour the fragrant tea into the almost transparent white jade cup and hand it to the master.
Holding a white jade lamp in his fair hands, he could hardly distinguish the boundary between the two.
The rim of the white jade cup touched the thin lips of light color, and it moved away at the touch of a touch. Qingtong raised his eyes and stared at Mo Tianliao coldly. Is this hot tea trying to kill the teacher?