The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 57: Candidate

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The combination of turtles and snakes, called Xuanwu, is one of the four ancient beasts.

Mo Tianliao looked at the black snake being dragged out by the kitten in surprise. He didn't expect that the real person Xuanji turned out to be a sacred basalt beast, but it looked a little different from the legend.

The black snake has a triangular head and looks very ferocious. It can be completely separated from the turtle shell. As soon as it climbed out, it was bitten by the cat for seven inches.

"Hiss--don't bite, don't bite, my nephew is watching." The long tail slapped the small bamboo pavilion, but the kitten didn't mean to let go. In desperation, it could only become a human form. .

The light flashed, and a gloomy mysterious real man in a black robe stood in front of Mo Tianliao, but there was still a cat that didn't let go of his neck.

Mo Tianliao smiled and hugged his cat: "I have seen Uncle Master."

Xuanji felt his neck with lingering fear, bent over to pick up the shell on the ground and put it in his arms. The original soft Taoist robe suddenly added a layer of leather armor, which was connected at the joints.

The kitten jumped off the ground and became a real Qingtong: "What's the matter?"

These two brothers don't like meeting people. If there is nothing wrong, they will never come to visit.

"Then what, isn't it going to hold three conferences," Xuanji put his hands together, lowered his head and brewed for a long while, "I don't want to go, can you bring my apprentices with me?"

The three conventions are grand events, there will be various competitions, and correspondingly there will be generous prizes. This is a good opportunity for monks to experience and observe and learn. Except for the sect that hosts it, the sect masters of other sects will not go, and they will usually send one or two elders of transformation to bring them.

The members of the Woyun Sect are thin, except for the Sect Master. There are a few old monsters in Zhenshan behind, but they will not go out easily.

Qingtong glanced at the second elder brother: "You can take them there, as long as your apprentices are willing to follow me."

Mystery choked for a while, but forgot this, but in his opinion, as long as Qingtong agrees, the problem is not big. Is it hard for my apprentice to clean up? Not willing, just have a fight.

So Xuanji left happily, and gave Qingtong a reel of twine he had just twisted before leaving.

Qingtong turned around and was about to sit on the rocking chair, only to find that Mo Tianlio's villain had been nestled in the rocking chair for some time, and looked at him with a smile.

"Get up!" Qingtong walked over and kicked the calf of the rebellious disciple who dared to occupy the master's throne.

Mo Tianliu refused to get up, and patted his thigh: "Come and sit down, I'll make you a cushion."

Originally, it was just a joke. Mo Tianliao was waiting to be overturned by the cat, but Qingtong looked at him and walked over. He sat on his lap and leaned on Mo Tianliao. .

With the warm body of the sun's fragrance, it stuck to him unsuspectingly, lying on his back on the chest of the meat pad, the soft top of his hair just rubbing against Mo Tianliao's chin.

Mo Tianliao slowly stretched his hand to the front and gently circled him. He felt that his body was a little hot and his throat began to dry, but he didn't want to let go. He gave a dry cough, and planned to divert his words. It's a basalt, one of the four mythical beasts."

"Well," Qingtong responded lazily, "This seat is also a beast."

"What kind of animal?" Mo Tianliao smiled, holding his hand to play with, such a small hair ball, can it be a kind of animal, is it a cat god?

"White Tiger." Qingtong pulled out his hand and pressed it on Mo Tianliao's.

Mo Tianliao pressed the white hand with his backhand, and was soon pressed back. The two played "paws up" so boringly. Hearing this, he couldn't help but stunned: "White tiger? "It's obviously a pure white cat, how could it be a white tiger? If it’s a tiger, where did the lines go?

"Why, don't you believe it?" The grasped hand turned out, and at the same time five sharp claws were extended.

"Believe, how do you believe it." Mo Tianliao laughed dryly. There is always a discrepancy between legend and reality. He knows this, but the discrepancy is too great.

It is said that after the creation of the world, Qinglong, Suzaku, Baihu, and Xuanwu guarded the four directions to guard the still unstable interface and kill the monsters outside the world. What kind of magnificent era is it? The giant dragon is flying in the clouds, the fire and the phoenix flying into the sky, in short, the four beasts are extremely ferocious.

It's hard to imagine that when the monster from outside the world rushed over, what you saw was a white tiger with a big palm and no stripes, or a Xuanwu running away with its shell...

"The four beasts actually have their own ethnic groups, but too many died in the ancient times. By the time of the immortal demon battle, except for those that soared, there were very few remaining on the mainland. Now, there should be only one of each "Qingtong yawned, and the two of them were already three poles in the sun when they got up. It was close to noon, the sun was warming, and they were sleepy.

"Then, your parents..." Mo Tianliao took out a thin blanket from the storage bracelet and covered it with him. It was almost late autumn, and even at noon, the wind was a bit cold.

"Dead." Qingtong responded briefly, closing his eyes slightly.

Mo Tianliao was silent for a moment, and held the person in his arms tighter.

"I'm not as miserable as you," Qingtong felt his arms tighten tight, knowing that this person was thinking about it again. When he was in the magic palace, Mo Tianlio talked to him about his past." I haven't seen them, I was still an egg at that time."

No matter what monster beasts, they are all eggs, even white tigers are no exception. When Qingtong's parents died, his master hatched it.

"Where are Qinglong and Suzaku?" Mo Tianliao asked casually, thinking that those two are also strange things, right?

Qingtong turned his face to the side, rubbed Mo Tianliao's chest, and yawned: "Qinglong is still alive, Suzaku I haven't seen it." After speaking, he fell asleep in a daze.

"Why did you want to go to sleep after you woke up?" Mo Tianliao reached out and picked up the hemp rope beside his feet. "There are so many hemp ropes, you can make a bigger thing, do you want a swing or climb Shelf?"

"Um, I want a swing with a climbing frame." Qingtong raised his hand and scratched the hair on one end of the hemp rope.

"Master, Master!" As he was talking, Meng Hu, who had returned from a trip, ran over while shouting, "Master..." Before he finished speaking, he was stunned. What did he see, Master , Unexpectedly, lying on the body of the little junior! Although Master often sleeps on him, but I always feel that this is a little different from that, but I can't tell what's wrong.

"It's noisy and yelling, how decent it is." Qingtong glanced at the stupid apprentice.

Meng Hu scratched his head, he still talked about the business first: "Sect Master asked Mo Xiong to pick up Langzi back."

Langzi, the youngest apprentice of Tian Lang Zhenren, is actually Tian Lang's son. He had been raised by his master in Qingtong before and occasionally brought him back. Counting the days, the child is almost stable and can live in Woyunzong for a long time.

"Yeah." Qingtong replied, saying that he knew it, and ignored the eyes of the big apprentice.

"Master, I want to go too, I haven't seen Master." Meng Hu squatted down beside the rocking chair, grabbed Qingtong's knees, and winked at the second junior brother behind the master.

Mo Tianlio raised his eyebrows, and Qingtong's master is still in the world?

Qingtong raised his hand and slapped his stupid disciple: "You are going to the Three Sects Convention with this seat."

The monks usually don't stay away from their spiritual pets for too long. The three conventions are only two months old. As a high-level monk, naturally they must bring their spiritual pets. The true pet of Qingtong has always been a gorgeous tiger.

Senior brother heard the words, suddenly fainted, shrugging his head and preparing to leave, suddenly remembered something, then turned around, and handed Mo Tianliao a small storage bag: "Brother, this is the one to sell Spirit sword money."

"Thank you, big brother." Mo Tianliao smiled and caught it, stuffed the bag into the storage bracelet, and continued to hold Master's waist and play with him with claws.

Qingtong confessed that Meng Hu was going to prepare the things to be brought by the Three Sects, so he drove him away.

Meng Hu walked out of the bamboo forest and realized what was wrong. He used to be a cushion for the master, he was cautious not to move, and he would be beaten if he moved. That was a chore, but his junior was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. Hey, young people are always full of enthusiasm. If you do more, you will know that it is hard work.

Meng Hu walked away with old fashioned hands behind his back.

The next day, Mo Tianliao was assigned by Master to go to Wo Xuan Cave and asked who would follow Master to the Three Sect Conference.

There was dead silence in Wo Xuan Cave, only Xuan Ji sat on the water pavilion, rubbing the twine rope alone.

"Uncle Master," Mo Tianliao walked over to salute him, watching the twisted hemp rope twitching the corners of his mouth. He really couldn't understand this strange hobby of the mysterious, "Master asked me to ask, the one Brother is willing to follow the master to the three conferences."

When I mentioned this, Xuanji frowned. The three evildoers, as soon as he finished talking yesterday, they all ran away. Standing up, Xuanji bent a finger to his lips and blew a whistle toward the lake. Not long after, ripples appeared on the lake, and a tortoise shell slowly emerged, and then a head stuck out.

A colorful butterfly with the size of two palms hovered over and landed on the head of the big turtle, letting the turtle carry it towards the water pavilion.

"Where is Yuli?" Xuanji glared at the butterfly turtle, "The younger brother from Wo Qingdong is here, let's see what you look like."

A big silver carp jumped out of the water, instantly transformed into the three apprentice Yuli, and jumped onto the water pavilion: "Master, I am here."

Mo Tianlii looked at these guys calmly. Yesterday his cat had already told him that there was something in the school. The big turtle should be Yuanhai, the first disciple of the mystery, the guy who is always slow to read books; and the flower butterfly is the flower love, today I just asked if the water-like concentrating pill is good; as for the Yuli, Needless to say, when I saw him so scared of Qingtong, I guessed that this guy was either a mouse or a fish.

"How did you think about what I told you yesterday?" Mysterious hand stood beside the water pavilion.

Flower Butterfly flew up and circled him twice, trying to speak, but the Butterfly could not bark, and she could only become a human being: "Master, I have to go, otherwise the pill will be I can't sell it anymore, but..." As an alchemist, he must participate in the alchemy contest at the conference. The pill is the same as the magic weapon, and the alchemist must be famous to sell it expensive.

Mystery nodded, but these two apprentices knew the importance.

"But the disciple is worried that he has not yet arrived in Liuyunzong, and he has been slapped by his uncle." Huaqing squatted on the ground, holding his head, he could not be absent among the juniors, but he had to follow the uncle. It is too dangerous.

Xuanji frowned slightly: "Nothing, where is Yuanhai?"

Yuan Hai climbed up and slowly said: "Uncle Shi hates me that I can't take the shell off, and always wants to help me pry the shell open." He shrank his head, and would rather not go than talk to Uncle Shi Get along alone.

Mo Tianlio twitched the corners of his mouth, and Xuanji felt very embarrassed, and shouted: "Yu Li, you..."

"Master!" Before Yu Li could finish his master's words, she knelt on the ground and hugged Master's legs and said mournfully, "You can't let the disciple go to death!"

As the three apprentices were talking, they cried together in a decent way. It was a miserable one.

"Then, my nephew will come back tomorrow." Mo Tianlio tried to control the twitching corners of his mouth, saluting and retiring.