The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 27: Building a foundation
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The big tiger stood in front of the bed, and Mo Tianliao, who rushed to approach him, groaned silently. This junior is too bold! Actually want to be thin and light of Master! What a fate!
Mo Tianliao woke up in shock, retracted his outstretched hand, and looked at the beauty on the bed quietly. The hands covered in his sleeves slowly clenched into fists, and the veins gradually stretched out, then slowly stretched out again , As if nothing happened, turned and left, and dragged the big tiger out.
Sansang Ning Shen fruit wraps the spirit. During this period, the damaged spirit is hard to control and may sleep for many days.
Is it difficult for Mo Tianlio to control himself by moving the switch to the jade slip recorded in the Heavenly Spirit Fruit?
For a few days during Master's "retreat", Mo Tianlio didn't bother to bother him, and concentrated on practicing in the back mountain.
The cut fruity wood is bent and punched with the spiritual power of the wood system, and then burned with a needle through the middle of the wood to maximize the fruity aroma. He grabbed a yanling sheep, plucked its hair and slaughtered it, and grilled it on the fire.
Yanling sheep often jump on the rocks and eat only the spiritual grass with aura. The meat is delicious and there is no fishy smell. There is a layer of fat on the outside of the tender meat. The fat is roasted on the fire, and the oil drips on the fire, and it makes a noise.
Slowly brushing on a layer of sauce, Mo Tianliao looked at the white horns in his hand, took out a small carving knife, and slowly carved out a beautiful face with picturesque brows, thin lips and a pair of eyes It seems to be closed but not closed. The carving knife pauses at the eyelid, but I don’t know if the cold eyes hidden in it are as black as ink or as pale as glass...
"Yo, brother, barbecue!" An enthusiastic voice sounded from behind, pulling Mo Tianliao back from the wandering.
Meng Hu was practicing exercises not far away. The smell of this roast mutton was fascinating. It was really impossible to practice. He had to come and look for the thing that caused the demon, and found his junior brother sitting on the fire. In a daze.
"Big brother." Mo Tianlio put away the horns in his hands and raised his head to greet him.
"The craftsmanship is good," Meng Hu walked over, and sat down on a rock with Mo Tianliao, watching the dripping roast lamb and said, "It seems that I have been practicing the method given by the master. Tactics."
"Big brother also practiced this?" Mo Tianliao turned to look at him, remembering those senior nephews who said that when this senior brother started cutting trees and burning fire.
Meng Hu coughed dryly: "I am a pure fire spirit root. Back then, Master asked me to burn things for my own practice. I wondered if it was burned, I might as well burn something to eat..."
The more he talked about it, the lower his voice became. Back then, he was cooking and eating at Houshan every day, but he was discovered by Master, and he was forced to give Master a copy every day, saying it was a test of effectiveness. It is estimated that he felt that the results of his practice in this way were good, so he directly added the incidental practice of barbecue to the practice for the junior.
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows. Although Meng Hu didn't say anything, he had already guessed the reason. He shook his head dumbly, took out a knife, and put the roasted lamb slices down and put them in the leaves.
"Hey, brother, don't be so polite, I'm not a master, I don't pay attention to this." Meng Hu looked at the delicate slices of meat, and felt that it was not enough to stuff his teeth.
Mo Tianlio ignored him, just wrapped the leaves, put them aside, and handed a kitchen knife to the senior brother, which meant it was not for you. He wanted to eat it and cut it himself.
"..." Meng Hu twitched his mouth, took his kitchen knife resignedly, chopped off a leg of lamb, hugged him and started chewing.
Mo Tianliao took a few slices of roasted brown to eat, and looked at the greasy elder brother who gnawed his mouth full, and asked casually, "Brother, how did the master’s soul hurt?" /
"Huh?" Meng Hu lifted his head from the leg of the lamb, blinked, swallowed the meat from his mouth, and wiped his greasy mouth, "I don't know this. Start from me, Master’s soul It’s already damaged. The lord found all kinds of heaven and earth treasures for the master, but he couldn’t cure it."
The big brother bowed his head, very depressed.
"Brother eat slowly, I will send this meat to the master," Mo Tianliao stood up and patted the head of the master, "If the brother has nothing to do recently, can you often come to Houshan to give me some tips? "
"No problem," Meng Hu nodded, and it was his responsibility to teach the younger brother, "It's this time tomorrow, you are here to wait for me."
When Mo Tianliao walked away, and gnawed the leg of lamb for a while, Meng Hu realized that the junior brother actually patted him on the head just now! This is disrespect to the brother! So, I took a bite of the leg of lamb, and I have to clean up my brother tomorrow.
Went to Qingning Palace with roast lamb, and saw the beautiful master sitting in the yard basking in the sun, and her long hair returned to black.
Mo Tianliao seemed to be ignorant. He smiled and sat next to the rocking chair, opened the leaf, and the fire was always running in his palm, and the lamb was still warm and crispy.
"I have roasted some lamb, Master taste it." Passing the leaf to Qingtong, Mo Tianliao said softly.
Wei squinted beautiful eyes opened, and looked at the excellent lamb, Qingtong frowned slightly: "I have not eaten this."
Mo Tianliao smiled and didn't say much, and then took out a handful of colored glaze beads: "I've practiced hand carving the day before, but I hope Master will not dislike it."
"What does this mean?" The slender fingers lifted up, and they just stopped when they came across the crystal beads. How could anyone give the master glass beads?
"It's not interesting, I think it looks good, I don't know who to give it to." Mo Tianlio fiddled with the beads in his hand for a while, twisted one, and popped it up. The round glass beads immediately rolled up on the bamboo pavilion. Make a crisp sound of "ping-pong-pong".
Qingtong's slender hands placed on his legs instantly clenched the hem of his clothes, and the cold beautiful eyes moved away, looking away, but his hands were still clenched tightly by the voice of the glass beads. Mo Tianliao looked at him like this, and immediately felt distressed. He got up and picked up the glass beads, wiped them, and put them into Qingtong's hands together with the ones in his hands.
"I'm going to practice." Mo Tianlio said nothing, got up and left.
After waiting for someone to leave, Qingtong slowly opened her hand, the crystal clear glass beads rolled on the palm of her hand, stretched out a slender finger to fiddle for a moment, and curled her lips: "This is something like lamb, I don’t like to eat... …"
The next day, Meng Hu was really waiting for Mo Tianliao on the spot, eagerly preparing to teach his younger brother.
"I heard that my senior is good at making big swords," Mo Tianliao looked at the big senior who was clenching his fist and said, not in a hurry, "Recently, spiritual power has grown smoothly, but no one is right in his moves. Practice."
"What's the problem, I will suppress the cultivation base to be the same as yours," Meng Hu immediately suppressed the cultivation base with great interest, and put aside his treasured sword, only took an ordinary The magic weapon Tiger Head Sword, "I haven't seen you for a few days, your cultivation has improved."
Mo Tianlio raised his eyebrows. This senior didn't seem surprised that his cultivation base grew so fast. He lowered his eyes and took out a wooden sword.
"Junior brother, I changed the common magic weapon to let you, what's the matter with your wooden sword?" Meng Hu suddenly became unhappy. In his opinion, the weak junior would be beaten down by him. .
Mo Tianlio didn't speak, he pulled a sword and attacked directly.
"Oh!" Meng Hu was startled, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid. The angle of the sword was so tricky that it almost hit his armpit and he didn't dare to be careless.
In the last life, Mo Tianlio had the same spirit roots. Apart from smashing spirit stones for no money to increase his spiritual power, he practiced spells day and night, whether it was purely spiritual spells or swordsmanship. And before he became famous, he learned from the old bastard, all the tricks of shame.
The wooden sword pierced past with the spirit fire, and at the moment it was blocked, a thorny cane emerged from the tip of the sword, poking it straight into Meng Hu's eyes. Meng Hu lifted his head to avoid it, squeezed the cane easily, and a fire dragon's fingertips burned back along the cane.
Mo Tianliao decisively gave up the burning cane, turned around, and flicked his fingers at the same time, a small fire snake rushed out instantly and went straight towards Meng Hu's crotch.
"Oh!" The crotch caught fire. Meng Hu jumped three feet high and rolled on the spot, sucking the fire into his palm, and threw it out with his backhand.
Mo Tianlio took the wooden sword to catch the flame, and the blue wood in the fire burned jubilantly on the side of the sword.
"You are too insidious!" Meng Hu got up angrily.
"If it's a life and death fight, still talk about demeanor tricks?" Mo Tianliao didn't care, let Mu Zhonghuo burn the wooden sword in his hand.
Meng Hu felt very embarrassed about the fact that he had lost the fight with his junior brother. He had to pull him for another round if he said something the next day, but it was another loss.
The determined and unyielding big brother became more and more courageous and grabbed Mo Tianliao for a fight every day. Slowly, he didn't lose so fast, but he was still yelling with anger by Mo Tianlio's endless damaging moves. Mo Tianlio asked him to mention the cultivation base to the foundation building, and the two barely drew a tie.
In the discussion with the big brothers, Mo Tianliao gradually coordinated the practice of this sacred tree body, and also integrated some common moves from the previous life, and quickly improved his cultivation. Finally, on a sunny morning, the foundation was successfully built.
Building a foundation is the first step on the path of immortality. Accumulating a solid foundation will trigger small-scale celestial phenomena.
On the morning of the original wind and calendar, suddenly dark clouds covered, a green glow and a red light turned into a serpentine beam of light, which suddenly vacated from the small courtyard of the Qingning Palace to the sky, and then disappeared.