The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 20: Cutting the grass
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"Qing, Qingtong real person..." The Jindan monk was scared and his face was earthy, and he moved back a few steps with his hands on the ground.
Now the aura of the Supreme Profound Continent is becoming more and more impure. Even with the assistance of spirit beasts, it is very difficult to cultivate to a high level. The Nascent Soul cultivator can be the elder of the sect, and this Woyun Sect’s cave Lord, is an out-and-out cultivator of God!
Although the golden core is already a high-level, it is still an ant in front of the power of the transformation stage.
The Qi-training monk was also shocked. He followed his ancestor to participate in the sect meeting, and naturally he had seen Qingtong. He knew that this banal ancestor had a very bad temper.
"Oh..." The little leopard who stumbled and finally followed, saw the beauty in the void, and immediately cried out excitedly.
The cry of the baby leopard evoked everyone’s minds. The Qi-training monk of Qingyunzong took a deep breath and bowed his hands to Qingtong: "I have seen the real Qingtong, the younger He Xijiu, the elder Qingyunzong Yunsong My grandson, today, with my family ancestor’s greeting card, I came to visit Wo Yunzong."
There is such an unwritten rule in the Righteous Path that there are ancestors and masters who are sheltered. If you encounter danger, you should report your own asylum. They are both decent and middle-class people, and they will generally save face. If you insist on killing, you will inevitably end up with enemies. This is also the reason why only Mo Tianlio revealed his identity early.
This is the hypocrisy of the right way, and it has raised a group of dudes. Mo Tianliao curled his lips secretly, the magic way is purely the weak and the strong, the strength is respected, the skills are not as good as the people who have not winked, and all of them will not last long.
Qingtong slowly fell to the ground, her cold eyes looked at the gray-headed Mo Tianliao: "Come here."
Mo Tianliao quickly patted the gray on his body, walked in two steps, bowed and saluted: "Master." But his eyes were staring randomly, looking for the kitten he had just thrown out.
"It turned out to be an apprentice of a real person. I really misunderstood." The Jindan brother also reacted, touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, and smiled, "We saw this fellow Daoist carrying a monster who did not recognize the master. , I was curious for a while..."
These words made the murderous and over-production all misunderstandings. The black and white will never admit to knowing the identity of Mo Tianliao, and the other is to file a complaint. Your apprentice found a monster behind you, maybe It was stolen from the sect.
Only then did Qingtong raise his eyes and glanced at the Jindan monk who can speak so vigorously. He raised his hand slightly, revealing a bunch of white fur in his sleeve.
The Jindan monk shut up immediately. The monster beast belongs to the master, so what else can be said.
Mo Tianliao breathed a sigh of relief. His cat is naturally safe to stay in the arms of the master, but... his eyes stared at the white and slender hand and the little white hair on his hand. Get close to others! Could it be that Xiaoclaw is a demon beast that Master is optimistic about, ready to raise it yourself?
"You should break it on your own, or do you want to do it yourself?" Qingtong put that hand behind her back, and said slowly in a clear and pleasant voice.
He Xijiu was shocked, and he reported the name of the ancestor. This Qingtong actually wanted to kill!
"True man, Xijiu is the only grandson of Patriarch Yunsong. We have just collided with the envoy, please...ah..." Brother Jindan didn't finish saying a word, a huge empty palm followed Qingtong raised his hand to face him, slapped him three feet away with a slap, and smashed him firmly on the mountain wall.
"Long-winded." The pale thin lips spit out such a sentence, and Qingtong shook his hand in disgust.
Mo Tianlio swallowed his saliva, and decided that in the future, speaking to his master must be simple and clear, otherwise he would be slapped on the wall... it looks really painful.
"The real person spares my life, I know it is wrong, I, I would like to dedicate all these treasures to the real person!" Seeing that Qingtong was not ready to sell the face of Elder Yunsong, He Xijiu trembled with fright, and touched her own The jade pendant was smashed, and the contents were poured out. In a panic, he threw the little leopard on the side.
"Oh?" The long eyelashes trembled, and the cold beautiful eyes slowly moved to the shivering little hair ball. "It's okay, but it's already contracted."
He Xijiu heard the words and gently slapped herself: "The younger generation is confused." The spirit beasts who have signed a blood contract can no longer make a contract with others, and once the owner dies, the spirit beast will die with it. . This is why when Mo Tianliao died that year, he would be thankful that he didn't make a blood contract with Mo Xiaoclaw.
Qingtong suddenly shot, grabbing He Xijiu's neck, his eyes facing him.
"Ah--" the man let out a stern cry, and the little leopard began to roll his eyes.
Mo Tianliu has a powerful soul, and you can clearly see a ray of **** mist flying from the center of He Xijiu's eyebrows to the little leopard.
Let go, He Xijiu suddenly fell to the ground, and he was unconscious. The little leopard lay on the ground, yelled weakly and closed his eyes.
"Hold it up." Qingtong pointed at the gray hairball.
"Yes." Mo Tianliao hurried forward and picked up the little leopard. The little guy is limp, and his soul is very unstable. Mo Tianlio touched the little leopard's forehead and clearly sensed that if there was a seemingly innocent soul connection between it and He Xijiu, he was cut off, and he became a free one again. Monster!
Did you cut off the blood contract?
Mo Tianliao was shocked. Three hundred years ago, when he was extremely bored, he thought about studying a spiritual treasure that could cut off the blood contract. It is theoretically feasible, but this blood contract is actually a partial exchange of spirits between monsters and humans. To cut off one's spirits and spirits, a part of one's spirits must be cut, and the cut party will become foolish. Only a prototype was made at that time, and there is still time to refine it in the future. Didn't you expect that there will be a spell to cut off the blood contract after three hundred years?
While in a daze, the back of the head was suddenly slapped. Mo Tianliao looked up and saw that his master was looking at him coldly, a pair of beautiful eyes that looked like colored glaze showed a bit of disgust.
"Master?"
"It's dirty." The clear and pleasant voice said faintly. After speaking, an ice blade flew over with a flick of his fingers and directly stabbed the Golden Core monk who had just been lifted from the mountain wall.
Mo Tianliao slightly bends his eyes for Qingtong's swift behavior, admiring it. He hates the so-called moral and benevolent chirps of the righteous people the most. He makes people speak morality on himself, and he doesn't say anything when it's his turn to kill. If his master came a step too late, was snatched from the monster and stabbed a pair, it would be him.
Mo Tianliao took a look at He Xijiu, who was estimated to have been foolish, and decisively took the sword of the Great Demon Repairman, and he died. Keeping him alive will only increase the hatred of Elder Yunsong, so it is better to cut the grass and root. Clap your hands, carry the little leopard, and quickly follow the beautiful master: "Master, wait for me!"
"Throw it to the Sect Master," Qingtong stopped, and glanced at the little leopard in Mo Tianliao's hand, "I will see me at Qingning Palace later."
Throw it to the overlord? Mo Tianliao frowned slightly: "If the lord asks..."
"Tell the truth." Qingtong dropped these words, tapped his toes, and replaced it with a bright white streamer, just like when it appeared, stepping on the void and taking the wind away, but disappeared in an instant.
"Master..." Mo Tianliao took a look at the mountain road that was dozens of miles away, opened his mouth, and took him back on the way! Walking back so far with two legs, I'm about to walk until the sun sets again.
Qingtong in the void took out the white jade bottle in his sleeve, poured out a heavenly concentration pill and swallowed it quickly.
When Mo Tianliao walked back to the sect, it was already dusk.
"You said, Qingtong made a blood cut contract for this cub?" Sect Master Tian Lang touched the sleeping cub and said in deep thought.
"Yes." Mo Tianliao replied honestly, listening to the master's words, explaining the ins and outs of the matter, but concealing his selling of magical instruments, and interpreting Mo Xiaoclaw's matter as being in the back mountain. The kitten I met didn't know it was a monster.
He has just started, and it is normal not to recognize monsters. After all, he has a master who is not very reliable.
The lord did not say anything, and asked him to leave the cub and go back by himself.
"Master, shouldn't this little leopard clear the hole for Wo?" Yan Lie walked in and poked the dirty little guy with a smile.
"How can Qingtong have time to pay attention to it? Give it to you." Tian Lang touched his beard, raised his hand and threw the little leopard into Yanlie's arms, "Also, take care of the mess under the mountain."
As a big apprentice who always shares worries for the suzerain, Yan Lie silently swallowed the sentence "Why threw it to me", and smiled.
Mo Tianliao remembered that Master asked him to come back to Qingning Palace, remembering Qingtong's disgusting eyes at the cub, so he took a bath honestly, changed clean clothes, and then raised his foot to the main hall.
It's getting late, and all the glazed lamps in Qingning Palace are lit. From a distance, it looks like a crystal palace.
Slowly walked into the main hall, the maid in white motioned him not to make a sound, Mo Tianlio looked up, the master who was supposed to be sitting on the soft couch waiting for him, was lying on the big welcome pillow, beautiful eyes closed, sleeping So sweet.
"You came just right," the maid in white pointed to the door of the inner hall. "The maidservant did not dare to wake up the real man, but it was too cold in the hall." The meaning is obvious. You help wake the real man and let him go back to the house. Go to sleep.
Looking at the sleeping beauty on the couch, and then at the begging eyes of the maid in white, Mo Tianliao walked slowly to the side of the couch and knelt down. The light of the colored glass lamp shone on the jade-like handsome face, and the long eyelashes were distinct, casting a small shadow.
Gently raised his hand, encircled the beauty, and hugged the master in the shocked eyes of the maid.
The immortal cultivator has five keen senses. Mo Tianlio originally just pretended to hug, and was ready for Master to wake up suddenly and beat him, but he did not wake up. Picking up the person, Qingtong leaned against his chest very naturally and nudged it unconsciously.
He suddenly missed a beat fiercely, Mo Tianlio swallowed his saliva, silently remembering that this is the master, this is the master, and he raised his foot and walked towards the inner hall.
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