The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 26: Retreat
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Mo Tianliao was taken aback for a moment, and looked curiously at the tiger skin blanket, full of spiritual power and vitality, he was a high-level monster.
"What's the matter?" Qingtong put down the book in his hand, moved his foot, stepped on the tiger's head, and pressed down the big hairy head.
Mo Tianliao came back to his senses, looked left and right, did not see the shadow of the senior brother, and it is difficult to ask Master, so it seems that he is looking for someone, not to see the Master, so he can only get from his arms He took out the cold jade box: "This is the concentrating fruit that the big brother went out to experience and worked so hard to find, ask me to bring it to the master."
The tiger lying on the ground turned his ears, and secretly said that the younger brother was very kind, so he lay down calmly.
Qingtong raised his hand, picked up the three-sang condensed fruit in the jade box, and touched the tiger's ear with his toe.
The big tiger held up his head, looked at the delicate and drenching spirit fruit in Master's hand, and blinked. Is this really the crumpled fruit he brought back?
Qingtong squeezed the fist-big Sansang Concentrating Fruit, and looked and looked at it. There seemed to be a lot of juice in the fruit, which was a circle larger than his mouth, so eating it directly would definitely stain his face. After thinking about it, he put it aside.
When Mo Tianlian saw this, he couldn't help but persuade him: "Master, this concentrating fruit is better to be eaten fresh." The concentrating fruit is like clay. You should eat it when it is wet, so that it can pack the soul more Perfect, the molded shell will be stronger.
While talking, he raised his hand and took the Concentration Fruit. Mo Tianlio drew out a knife and cut the Concentration Fruit into orange petals in threes or twos, neatly stacked in a white jade plate, and presented it to the teacher. Before respect.
The big tiger looked at Mo Tianliao's cutting technique and the look of the dog's legs dumbfounded, feeling a bit of toothache.
The cold beautiful eyes looked back and forth between Yupan and Mo Tianliao, slowly stretched out his hand, twisted a piece, and put it in the mouth.
The soft pulp melts in the mouth, and the sweet juice enters the throat, which really relieves some of the dull pain in the head.
"Yan Lie has seen Uncle Master." Yan Lie, who was dressed in a bright long-sleeved robe, walked in, bowed and saluted, with a steady voice, with a slight smile, which made people feel good when they listened.
Mo Tianliao got up and avoided.
"Yeah." Qingtong raised his hand slightly, indicating Yan Lie's exemption.
"I have seen brother." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and met Yan Lie.
The big tiger under Qingtong's feet also echoed: "Woo..."
Yan Lie smiled in return, with a pair of peach blossom eyes bent into crescents, walked over and touched the tiger's head, then raised his head and said: "That's it, the two Qingyunzong craps that the uncle master killed last time under the mountain, Lie pushed it to the Demon Gate."
Mo Tianliao remembered that at that time he killed the Qi-training cultivator of Qingyunzong with the big sword of Demon Xiu, what was his name?
"Then He Xijiu is the grandson of Elder Yunsong of Qingyunzong. Qingyunzong didn't say much after learning about this, but Elder Yunsong was very angry." Yan Lie's eyes showed a bit of ridicule, but he couldn't help. The boy on the wall, this elder Yunsong still holds it every day, because that is his only blood.
The life of the cultivator is long, and it is best to cut off the world's ties when he wants to ascend. Yan Lie doesn't understand why Yunsong is paranoid to leave blood.
"It's all about the face." Qingtong twisted another piece of concentration fruit and ate slowly.
Whether it is for blood or face, Elder Yunsong threatened to never give up, and has already taken people to Voyunzong. Said it was to find out the cause and pay a visit to Wo Yunzong.
"The matter at the foot of the mountain has been handled properly, but Elder Yunsong is not easy to deal with, so I have to ask Uncle Master to make preparations." Yan Lie took out a folding fan of red jade for the bone silkworm. "That Yunsong is With wood attributes, Master Uncle is afraid that he will suffer a loss. This Burning Heaven fan has stored my spiritual power for half a month, Master Uncle can hold it in case of emergency."
Mo Tianliao frowned, this elder came to visit other sects, but still has to fight?
In the magic way, the demon lords will meet each other, and they will fight if they don’t meet each other. Everyone has an identity. Fighting and killing like a little guy is degrading, and they are often polite. Why is it that you pay attention to the right way of face, and communicate in this brutal way?
"No," Qingtong pushed aside the treasure fan. There are two fans, which are Yan Lie's life spirit treasures. "Will you be afraid of him?"
Aquatic wood, the water attribute Qingtong is naturally a bit disadvantaged to the Shangmu attribute Yunsong, but Qingtong is not a pure water spiritual root, but a mutant ice spiritual root, you can completely kill him with an ice cone!
Yan Lie didn't insist on hearing the words, put away the treasure fan, and said a few more arrangements to welcome Yunsong, then got up and left.
"Master, what's the situation with this Qingyunzong now?" Mo Tianlio remembered that before his death, Qingyunzong was the number one sect, and he had always been a hypocrite, so how could he be so uneasy now.
"Three hundred years ago, the Woyun Sect was weak and was not enough to contend with the two sects. It was just that in the battle of Ten Kill Valley, Qingyun Sect and Liuyun Sect suffered heavy casualties, inevitably a little anxious." Qingtong sneered. With a sound, he raised his eyes to look at Mo Tianliao, and then dropped his eyes again.
Mo Tianlio was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that when he started the killings, it had an impact on the forces in the right way, and he didn't know what the magic way was like now.
The big tiger was dizzy and yawned. He lay on his side and stretched his limbs to reveal a white fluffy belly. The white feet lifted up, and moved to the warm belly.
Qingtong slowly finished eating all the three mulberry concentrating fruits, reached out and wiped the shiny fingertips clean by the maid in white, closed her eyes, raised her hand and drove people away: "I'm going to retreat for a few days, you Let's go."
Mo Tianliao blinked, why did he retreat again?
The beauty in white got up, and the big tiger under her feet also stood up, shaking his hair.
Frequent retreat is not the right way to practice. You must know that with the improvement of spiritual power and the proficiency of moves, the improvement of mood is also very important. And to improve the state of mind is to enter the world and practice. "Master..." Mo Tianliao couldn't help but want to remind Qingtong.
The cold beautiful eyes looked over, with a bit of water, it seems to be, sleepy...
Mo Tianliao swallowed the words that came to his lips, and then said, "Master’s spirit beast, what is the name?" If the fierce beast does not have a contract, it can’t follow Mo Xiaoclaw at will. People play, in most cases, people are torn apart, so it is taken for granted that this big tiger should be the one that Senior Brother said, Master's spirit beast.
"Big fat." Qingtong waved his hand impatiently, turned around and went to the inner hall, Pidian Pidian followed the big tiger running into the room. He staggered when he heard the name, and the door was shut shut. Isolated.
Mo Tianliao walked over and touched the head of the big tiger. He suffered major changes in his childhood and was always unable to let go of guard against people, but he was always very patient with small furry animals: "Okay, big fat, Master retreats and can’t bother you. Come with me. I’ll give you barbecue."
"Roar--" The big tiger yelled at him.
"Hush, don't make a noise!" Mo Tianliao poked the tiger's head and turned and walked out of the main hall.
The outside sunlight is just right, and the warm light shines on the jade steps outside Qingning Palace, which is very pleasant. Mo Tianliao leaned back and sat down on the jade steps, patted the position beside him: "Fatty, come, let's talk."
The colorful tiger rushed over, grabbed his shoulders and leaned to his ears and shouted, not to be called big fat!
Mo Tianliao took out his ears: "Okay, knowing that you are very happy, come and tell me, what does Master do during retreats on weekdays?"
Ordinary people retreat, ranging from ten days and a half months, to as long as three to five years, which is like their own master, retreating for two or three days.
The big tiger kicked his neck with his hind paws, without telling you, who made you rude to brother!
"The three sang condensed fruits need to be refined after they are eaten, but I don’t know how they are refined..." Mo Tianliao frowned slightly, after eating the heavenly spirit fruits, he more or less reacted. He hadn't eaten these three sang concentrating fruits, and he didn't know if it would be uncomfortable.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that there was a problem with the master rushing in. Mo Tianlio suddenly got up, startled the tiger who was licking his paws.
"Fatty, don't say anything, I'm worried about Master, so I have to go in and have a look." Mo Tianliao rubbed the big tiger. The monster can understand human words.
After explaining the big fat, Mo Tianliao lightly walked to the door of the inner hall, thought for a moment, and slowly pulled the spirit away from his limbs.
The big tiger squatted behind Mo Tianliao, and was surprised to find that this person's sense of breath was getting weaker and weaker. In the end, he could hardly feel his presence.
Mo Tianliao raised a somewhat stiff wooden hand, slowly opened the door, and moved in step by step. If he had to walk, he could put all his souls on the heavens, so that from the monk's point of view, he was just a tree, but a trick to hide his whereabouts.
The inner hall was a little dark, the plain white curtains were tightly closed, and the room was quiet.
On the big bed in the center, there is a person lying quietly.
Mo Tianliao hooked his lips stiffly, and he was really sleeping! As he walked slowly, the soft cushions on the ground smoothly eliminated the sound of footsteps, and the big tiger squeezed in and moved toward the bed.
After seeing the person on the bed, Mo Tianlio was stunned.
The face is like a jade sculpture, the face is cold and flawless, and the thin lips are lightly pressed. Because I have just finished eating the condensed fruit, it shows a slightly moist and light pink color. The whole person looks a bit more beautiful than usual. Nothing else, just Because of that long hair like ink, it is now white!
If ordinary people have silver hair, they must look old. Qingtong turns white hair and looks more beautiful, because it is not an old frosty white, but a faint milky white, which makes people strangely feel that it should be like this. This snowy hair It seems more suitable for that jade beauty.
A flash of light flashed by, something broke in the sea of knowledge. Mo Tianliao looked at it for a long while, and slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly to touch the face, but was The sudden appearance of the tiger's head blocked the way.