The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

Unhappy with Uncle Cat, Mo Tianli asked Xiao Er to bring in the food.

At this inn in Ruyifang, the taste of the food is generally very expensive. Mo Xiaozhao dialed the fish in the bowl and pushed it aside to not eat.

Mo Tiankuo ignored it, preparing to go out to buy some fresh fish for the cat in a while, and took his chopsticks to eat the food bit by bit.Before the cultivation of immortals in his last life, he was born in a poor family. After his family broke down, he often ate less than enough. Unless it was really difficult to swallow, he could finish the general food slowly.

Mo Xiaozuo squatted to look at him, looked down at him, and slowly ate the thorny fish in the bowl.He also suffered from hunger, but after seeing Mo Tiankuo again, he unconsciously started picky eating again.

Mo Tianluo turned his head to see the little hairball eating fish slowly, and felt a little distressed. When he was in the magic palace, this uncle only ate the spirit fish raised by ice spring water: "Don't eat it if you don't want to eat it. I will go for a while Buy you something else."

The white hairball looked up at him, flicked his tail, and decisively pushed the jade bowl aside.

"..." Mo Tiankuo twitched his mouth and stood up, confessing that the cat was obeying himself, walked out of the door without worrying, and turned back to put the cat in his clothes and lifted his foot to the street.

The sun has set, and Ruyifang is lit with lights. The market for immortals is different from mortals. No matter day or night, some treasures need night to see their true colors.

The shops were closed, and the stalls in the square were placed in the middle of Fangshi.Glass lanterns, falling star yarns, and luminous cups, and all kinds of treasures filled the whole Ruyifang, which looked like a street in a distance.

Mo Tiankuo bought a packet of fried fish, eat one, and feed one to the Mao Mouth at the mouth of the cloak.

"This glaze hairpin is so beautiful, brother, please wear it for you." A voluptuous female servant gestured at the man behind him with a simple hairpin.

"I don't think it's appropriate to wear this." The man looked big and thick, and when he heard the sisters talking, he blushed a little. Although he wanted to bear it, the crystal clear glass was not worthy of him. If it is worn, it might cause annoyance. Brothers joke.

"Also, I am afraid that only that person can be worthy of such hairpins..." The nun held hairpins and whispered to herself.The man prefers light-colored glaze and occasionally ties hair, and the hairpin must be of this material.

The man was a little unhappy and raised his hand to take the hairpin and threw it back to the stall: "How long has that man been dead, what's so worried about?"

"You..." The woman looked up at him and was just about to say something, suddenly stopped.

"How do you sell this glass hairpin?" The deep, pleasant voice, with a few scattered voices, sounded like a woman's ear.

"Fifteen pieces of inferior spirit stone." the monk who set up the booth immediately responded.

"The color of this glaze is good, but the carving is rudimentary, ruining the material," slender fingers rushed out of the cloak, twisting the light-colored glaze hairpin, with a simple flowing cloud carved by month, and the knife method was jerky. , "Five inferior spirit stones."

"That won't work. I spent eight yuan on this glaze." The monk stopped doing it.

"Then you might as well sell glaze directly, I will give you ten yuan."

"..." The monk who was stalling was upset.

"Sovereign..." The woman on the side stunned stunnedly.

The man in the cloak did not respond, and continued to bargain with the stall, and finally bought the glass hairpin with eight pieces of inferior spirit stone and walked away without looking back.

Mo Tianluo returned to the inn, playing with the glass hairpins in his hand, and took out a small carving knife, casually retouching the rough carving of the carving.The woman of Fang Cai, if he did not admit his mistake, it should be his previous fireworker, and he forgot which magic door was sent. It seems that the magic palace has dispersed, and the woman has returned to her martial arts. Yunzong's site, how could there be a demonic man?

"Little Claw, do you remember which door the woman sent me to?" Mo Tiankuo blew the engraved debris and asked the hair ball licking the paw.

The kitten looked up at him, squinting slowly, and suddenly gave him a paw.

Mo Tiankuo was surprised, this claw with spiritual power, it must be bleeding when scratched, so scared that the soul was pulled away from the arm!

There was a squeal of wood scratching in his ear, and when he looked down, his small arm really turned into wood, and his paws scratched his sleeves, leaving four white marks on the wood.

"Huh?" Moving his arm, his fingers can still move, and the part that turns into wood also has consciousness, but it is a little duller than the flesh.

"Meow?" The kitten also widened its eyes and pressed it with a pink palm. It was hard, with a layer of light blue bark, and stood up, scratching for a while. Feeling fun, holding that arm and starting to scratch and bite.

Mo Tianluo froze for a while, slowly pulling away the soul from the fingertips, the fingers gradually turned into wood, and then filled with the soul, then returned to flesh and blood.Mo Tianluo has a very complicated mood about being in a "not human" state at any time. He picks up the hairballs that he still uses and grinds his paws on. He lies on the bed, closes his eyes, and sleeps.

One night without words, the next day, Mo Tianluo wore his cloak and went to the auction house again.

Monks with consignments enter with wooden signs, and those without consignments will have to pay an entrance fee for five inferior spirit stones.

Mo Tiankuo put away the wooden sign, put five spirit stones in the tray at the door, walked in and found a humble corner to sit down.The person holding the wooden sign was invited into a specific seat by the servant.

The not-so-large hall was quickly filled with people, the lights dimmed, and a smiling foundation-building monk walked onto the stage.

"Thank you for not giving up, patronizing the Ruyi auction house, there are several rare treasures today, invite all friends and predecessors to enjoy..." The general introduction of the auction process, the treasures are placed on the stage, covered with red cloth, one Piece by piece, the one with the highest price will get it.There are masters in the auction house, and you don’t have to worry about someone killing others.

Mo Tiankuo sneered. Naturally, there would be no problem in the auction house. If you leave this place, you will not be able to maintain it.

"The first treasure, the thousand-year-old Guiyuan grass," the monk on the stage unveiled the red cloth on the first tray, and a blue-yellow grass was lying quietly in the cold jade box. Ten inferior spirit stones."

Guiyuancao is the basis for refining the psalm of soothing souls. One hundred years can be used to make Anshen, five hundred years can be used to awake, and thousands of years can be used to make Ningshen.

Ningshen Pill is very expensive, because this pill can not only appease the manic soul, but if the soul is injured, only this pill can repair one or two.

When the grass came out, it was immediately contested by many alchemists, and was finally snatched away with 80 pieces of middle grade spirit stones.

The first three were all Lingcao and Elixir. Mo Tiankuo was so interested that he took out a pack of fried fish and fed the cat in the cloak.

"This fourth piece is a rare set of artifacts," the foundation-building monk on the stage lifted the red cloth and took out the thousand-year-old water-sinking wooden box, slowly opening it, revealing the dense wooden thorns inside, "four Nineteen water-sinking wood thorns, black iron casting heads, exquisite workmanship, top-grade instruments, starting with fifty middle-grade spirit stones."

"Water sinker thorns should be made into treasures. What's the use of the rituals?" Someone whispered to the audience, so many small objects, if they can't be controlled by the spirit of the gods, throwing them out is of little use.

The people on the platform seemed to anticipate this, and picked up a wooden thorn: "You might as well see the power of this magic weapon and make a decision." After that, someone moved out a three-foot diamond rock and put it on the platform. This rock is very strong, comparable to the physical strength of a Jin Dan monk.

A wooden thorn with spiritual force came straight and passed through the diamond rock without hindrance.

Everyone was in an uproar, Shui Shenmu is indeed suitable for concealing weapons, but it is still easy to use it, but even if it is not a treasure, how many are thrown out when fighting with people, and some blood holes are pierced on the other party. You can reverse it if you are not sure.

"sixty!"

"sixty-five!"

"eighty!"

Soon, the price reached 80 yuan, the price increase gradually slowed down, and people began to increase one by one.

"Ninety!" A woman's voice sounded, with a certain amount of power is bound to win.

Everyone was silent for a while. Although this magic weapon was good, it would not be cost-effective to spend more than one hundred middle-grade spirit stones.

"Ninety-five." A lazy voice came from the corner.

The woman turned back and saw a chin exposed in the black hood.The five big and three rough guys around me saw that someone was robbing something with the sister and sister, and they were unhappy, "One hundred!"

"One hundred and one." Mo Tiankuo fed a small fish and slowly exited.

"One-hundred-and-five!" The man got up with him and hurried out.

Mo Tiankuo still raised prices without haste.

"One hundred and thirty!" After a few rounds, the demon man had shouted such a high price, and then looked at it with pride, the price far exceeded the value of the set of instruments, it looks like the man wearing the cloak I really want to see how much he can give.

Mo Tiankuo put away the fried fish in his hand, clapped his hands, and no longer bid.

"Deal!" The monk Tsukiji on the stage smiled, "Congratulations to this Taoist friend!"

The Damen Han was stunned, and looked at the wooden box that was sent to his eyes, and the grateful sister, who gritted his teeth and paid for it!

"The last treasure is very rare. You should remember that if it is photographed, it is best to recognize the Lord in my auction house." The foundation monk on the stage paused and needed something to recognize the Lord, or it could be earned in Dantian Wenyang The magic weapon is either a precious monster, no matter what kind, it is crazy.

The kitten in his arms slowly climbed up and squeezed his head out of the small hole in the cloak. Mo Tiankuo looked around. There was no light under the stage. Everyone should not see this little hairy head and let it go. Too.

After the appetite of everyone was lifted, the red cloth was slowly uncovered on the stage, revealing an iron cage with a frightened young leopard in the cage, suddenly exposed to strong light, and a weak cry .

"Monster!"

"I want as many spirit stones as possible!"

"Quote quickly!"

The pan suddenly exploded in the lobby.

The kitten in the cloak suddenly tightened its paws, and then made a big stab with a tingle.