The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post Chapter 39: Bai Wen

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No words all the way, the whole flying boat is quiet.

Mo Tianliao is consciously wrong and dare not speak. Qingtong leaned on the big tiger and fell asleep not long after. The big tiger, as a cushion, does not need to speak.

Thirty thousand li can’t turn around in a day. It’s windy at night, and there are always evil demons who come and go in the night. It’s not safe to travel. You need to find a town where you can rest. The city of Xiuxian on the way didn't know where it was, and Mo Tianlian counted the time, speeding up the flying boat, and wanted to get to Yijin before the sun set.

There are mostly casual repairs in Xiancheng, and there are also some shops opened by various big sects. If Mo Tianlio remembers correctly, this small city named Yijin has a great defense formation, and it is not allowed to fight in the city. Injure people, otherwise you will be expelled by the law circle. It is suitable for overnight rest, and more importantly, there may be news he needs in this city.

Feizhou fell outside the city, and Mo Tianliao walked over, trying to pick up the sleeping person, his outstretched hand suddenly stopped, and stopped three inches from the master.

I used to be frivolous, but I haven't forgiven him yet. If he stretches out his hand to hug him again, he will definitely be beaten even more miserably. Mo Tianliu touches his recovered face and looks at the beauty who is sleeping peacefully. Half of his handsome face was trapped in the thick tiger hair, and he slept warmly, revealing a touch of powder, which made people unbearable to disturb his good sleep.

Mo Tianliao gritted his teeth, forget it, even if he scratched his face, he would recognize it. Reached out, walked around the master's back, hugged the person, the beautiful eyes that were full of sleep slowly opened and looked at him quietly.

"Wake up..." Mo Tianliao said in a low voice. Before he could retract his outstretched hand, he was pushed away.

Qingtong stood up and looked at left and right: "Where is this?" The big tiger looked up in a daze. Seeing that the master was up, he also stood up and yawned greatly.

"Yijin," Mo Tianliao took the flying boat and pointed to the lettering on the head of the city, "We have been here before, do you remember?"

Yijin, rest in peace, give pointers to the maze. There are three teachings and nine streams, but the city is surprisingly safe. Therefore, it is also a collection and distribution center for all kinds of news. Secret treasures, spiritual treasure trading, sect secrets, and many unknown news can be inquired here.

Qingtong snorted, not knowing whether he remembered it or not, and led the big tiger into the city.

Walking with the monster beast is also a symbol of strength. Everyone along the way looked at the fat tiger behind the beauty, all showing envy. No one would think that such a fierce monster beast had not booked a blood contract. Didn't you see that tiger behaved like a cat, constantly rubbing his master's legs?

Mo Tianliao followed the two and didn't say much. Looking all the way, there were many small stalls on the side of the road. One stall was painted with Tai Chi pictures, and the word "fortune-telling" was written on the hanging banners. There was a foundation building monk sitting behind, and when he saw Mo Tianliao, he began to yell: "Guest officer, let's tell the fortune and see when we can fly."

"How many spirit stones do you need?" Mo Tianlio stopped in front of the stall.

"This thing, recklessly, depends on what you are, it's the price." The monk said casually.

Mo Tianliao squinted and turned to leave. These so-called "fortune-telling" stalls are actually "packet inquiries" selling news. As long as you give enough spirit stones, you can basically inquire about the news you want. Looking up, he saw Master looking at him not far away, and hurried to keep up. When he approached, Master raised his foot and left.

Touching his nose, Mo Tianliao walked a few steps quickly and jumped to the master: "Master..."

Qingtong looked at him coldly.

"Master, I have passed." Mo Tianliao pointed to the inn in the opposite direction, followed his master's way of walking, and then left the city in a while.

"Hmph, of course I know." Qingtong snorted coldly, turned and walked towards the inn.

This is the largest inn in Yijin City. The price is very high. Qingtong asked for an upper room and a lower room. He threw the number of the lower room on Mo Tianliao's face and turned upstairs. The big tiger followed up, but was kicked back.

The two brothers looked at each other and went to the inferior room desperately.

The inferior room is relatively simple, with only a wooden bed and a table, but the cultivators are not limited to these, there is a place to meditate for one night. After the big tiger settled down, Mo Tianliao raised his foot and walked out.

"Brother, where are you going?" The big tiger jumped out of bed and became Senior Brother Meng Hu.

"I'm going to buy fried fish for Master," Mo Tian said without blinking, "Do you want to eat, Brother?"

I heard that there is something to eat, Meng Hu's eyes lit up: "You can figure it out, as long as it is delicious meat."

Mo Tianliao curled his lips, rubbed his head, raised his foot and walked out of the inn.

Meng Hu turned into a big tiger again, jumped into the bed and stepped on it. The big striped tail flicked and stiffened. Just now, the younger brother touched his head again! Who is the brother in the end! No, I have to talk to him well tonight!

Out of the inn, Mo Tianwei looked at a few fortune-telling stalls unhurriedly, and finally stopped in front of a foundation building monk with a long beard, and took out a middle-grade spiritual stone on the table. : "I heard that there is a'Baiwen Pavilion' in the city, is there any more now?"

The monk tightened his sleeves and touched his beard and said: "Baiwen Pavilion naturally has them, but the price is not comparable to my stall."

Some news is that these small stalls can't be found. The monk led Mo Tianliao to the back alley and into a shop without a plaque. Mo Tianliao put on a black cloak, covered his face, and walked straight in.

"Please from the guest officer." The receptionist met the monk with long beards, nodded to each other, and led Mo Tianliu into an inner room. In the room was sitting a Jindan monk with white beard and hair. There is a tray on top of which is a neat row of jade slips.

Mo Tianliao sat down at the table and glanced at the pattern on the jade slip. The original flame symbol was erased and replaced with a strange eagle head, his eyes darkened involuntarily. This Baiwen Pavilion was originally his property, and it was found in the immortal towns of the two realms. It sold news back and forth between the two powers, but now it is cold.

"I want to know the whereabouts of Venerable Calcined Heaven's artifact." Mo Tianliao lowered his voice.

"One hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, point to a direction; three hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, say a location; five hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, you know the cause." The golden core monk pushed an empty tray to him .

The rules have not changed, and the price has not risen. Mo Tianlio took out fifty high-grade spirit stones and placed them in the tray. Fortunately, my cat doesn't like to count, and the bag of spirit stones given to him has extras, otherwise there is really no money to inquire about the news.

"Three hundred years ago, when the artifact was born, it has been with Elder Liuyun Zongding..." After the spirit stone was cleared, the man began to speak slowly.

Elder Ding is the Ding Zijin dad who met on the road, the master crafting master named Ding Hu. As we all know, the artifact is untrained. Everyone hopes that Master Ding can complete the refining of the artifact, but Dinghu has studied hard for hundreds of years and has not been able to develop one. Instead, he let the great thief of the Taixuan continent steal gone.

Since then, he has been circulating among the major cities, and was bought back by the major sects, but without a suitable refiner, he sold it again. The artifact was not practiced, and it was of no use at all. Now it can't be sold in the fair market, and it's now in the magic way.

"After seven days, it will be sold in the auction house of the Demon Road and Bahuang City. If you are interested, you can go and see it." Brother Jin Dan gave the final conclusion and laughed.

Bahuang City...Mo Tianlian raised his eyebrows, and that guy in Taishi couldn't sell it anymore.

When I came out of Baiwen Pavilion, it was already in the middle of the moon, and there was nowhere to buy fried fish and lamb shanks, so Mo Tianliao wandered back to the inn. The big tiger was asleep in the house, and he could hear the snoring from far away. Mo Tianliao looked up at the room upstairs, a little worried, so he went up and took a look.

There is a great defense formation, these rooms no longer have more restrictions. Mo Tianliao gently stepped in from the window, standing in front of the bed and looking at the people on the bed, like jade carvings with slender fingers glowing in the moonlight The layer was cold and white, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and tuck the cool arm into the bed. The slender fingers were lifted up suddenly, and five sharp claws emerged from the round fingertips, and Mo Tianliao was so scared that his hairs stood upright.

"What are you doing?"