The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

The lights in the inner hall were dim, barely able to see the decorations inside.

The large room was covered with light-colored cushions, and it was a little unstable when walking on it.Mo Tiankuo stepped in, almost fell, flipped half a circle, landed to stabilize his body, looked down, the person in his arms still slept soundly.

Secretly relieved, Mo Tiankuo looked around. The huge window was half open, and a layer of snow gauze hung on the window, which gently swayed with the evening breeze.There is a large bed in the center of the room, four corners hanging curtains, plain brocade cover, shimmering in the moonlight.

Slowly walked over, put the beauty in her arms gently on the bed, and sprayed a soft breath on the neck, straightening the hearts of people, Mo Tiankuo took a deep breath, and took his head away from his chest. And put it on a soft pillow.

The cold moonlight shone through the window screen, reflecting the peerless beauty of the face, Mo Tiankuo couldn't help but glanced at it again.

The beautiful eyes turned into a beautifully shaped line, light-colored thin lips, a perfectly curved chin, a fair neck, below the neck...

Guilty Guilty!

Mo Tiankuo forcibly tore off his eyes from the beauty and put the person on the bed completely. The soft mattress soon trapped the slender body.Pulling aside the thin quilt, carefully covering the person on the bed, Mo Tiankuo straightened up and raised his foot to go, but felt that the sleeves were tight.

"Where are you going?" Qing Yue's moving voice, with a bit of soft waxy yet awake.

Mo Tiankuo turned back stiffly, and found that one of his sleeves was held in his hands by the master, and the squinting beauty slowly opened with this sentence.

"If Master is tired, the disciples will come back tomorrow." Mo Tianluo rubbed his fingers, lit the glass lamp on the head of the bed, squatted down, and lay down beside the bed to face Master.

White hands slowly lifted up, attached to light-colored thin lips, yawned, Qingtong did not get up, so he lay in bed and looked at him: "No need to come tomorrow, this seat will be closed."

Mo Tian is very clear. Master means, if you have anything to say now, hurry up and finish talking about Mo Xiaoclaw: "Tuer really wants the white kitten. "

As for the fact that the disciples can get the monster, Mo Tianluo has confirmed to Yanlie that there is no such rule.If you want to get a monster, look at the mood of your master, and the master is willing to give it to you.Mo Xiaocao, he must not lose, nor fear that the cat will not follow him, the only worry is that the master gave the cat away.

"I won't give it away." Qing Tong replied simply and clearly, waved his hand and let him go.

"Then how can I get the cat?" With Master's assurance, a big stone fell on Mo Tiankuo's heart, and he watched the beautiful eyes rise up because of sleepiness. A little light, like obsidian washed in rain, Can't help asking, take a look at it more.

The gleaming beauty glanced at him and slowly closed: "Look at your performance."

Mo Tiankuo couldn't help but grinned, and pulled out a glass hairpin, which was the one he bought in Fangshi, but the ornaments on it had been re-carved, the men's drifting clouds month by month, and the hollow clouds The hidden moon is embedded, and the simple shape is complicated and gorgeous dark lines, which seem to flow under the candlelight, which is really beautiful.

"This was bought by Tu'er in Fangshi, and I want to dedicate it to the Master," Mo Tiankuo said softly, as if he was coaxing people to sleep, and no matter whether the Master heard it or not, the glass hairpin was quietly Placed on the pillow, the candlelight was blown out, "Tuer retreated."

The door of the inner hall slowly closed, and the light shining through the door's slit gradually disappeared, and the house fell into silence.

The light and beautiful eyes slowly opened, and the Liuyun moonlight hairpins were brought to the eyes, and the eyes that could see the night clearly saw the carving of each knife.

"Little claws, your eyes are so beautiful, like light colored glaze."

"Small claws, look. I wear light-colored glass hairpins. Does it match you well?"

"I'm too domineering, not suitable for glaze, this light-colored glaze should match the beauty."

The light-colored thin lips evoked an undetectable arc, and Qingtong placed the hairpin under his pillow, closing his eyes tiredly.

Opening his eyes the next day, Xiao Maoqiu did not appear on his bedside as usual, Mo Tiankuo was a little surprised, got up and looked around.

"Uncle Shi, what are you looking for?" Several second-generation disciples in charge of the matter came back and forth. When they saw Mo Tiankuo wandering around in the courtyard, they had to come forward to help.

"Nothing." Mo Tiankuo raised his head and motioned for everyone to enter the room.

The cumbersome customs affairs were quickly disposed of, and Mo Tiankuo pointed at the table with two fingers: "The customs in the cave are complicated. You cook these every day, and you will delay training without pay. I have discussed with the master. Set up a deacon in Woqingdong."

It is not difficult to build a deacon hall, because the patriarch has a deacon hall, only to build a small one, the position in the hall is changed from a disciple to a disciple with good character, and there are additional spiritual stones during the rotation. .

The deacon hall was set up, and Mo Tiankuo relaxed all at once. He only came to trouble him every few days when there was something he could not decide in the hall.

With the free Mo Tiankuo, it is natural to practice wholeheartedly.

Now that there are enough spirit stones, there is a guarantee for advancement. According to the guidelines of "Wood Burning Trick", Mo Tiankuo cut down every kind of spirit tree in Houshan.

The wood-based spiritual power is abundant, and the fire-based spiritual power will also appear when burning wood, so alternately and repeatedly, the cultivation grows fast, but... Mo Tiankuo looked at the cold spring fish roasted in front of his eyes and sighed.

Mo Xiaozuo has rarely appeared recently. He always can’t eat anything that is required to be grilled in the "Wood Burning Tips", and the cold spring fish described in this chapter is the guy’s favorite.

Mo Tiankuo doesn't like to eat fish himself. He caught the precious cold spring fish with great difficulty. It's a pity that he wasted. He got up and washed the big leaves, wrapped it up, and walked towards Qingning Palace.

The kitten is not in Houshan, maybe he will be there.

In front of the main hall of Qingning Palace, there is a piece of emerald bamboo. There are long couches, rocking chairs, chessboards, etc. made of bamboo in the bamboo forest, which are very elegant.The sun shines through the slender bamboo, which is not dazzling and very pleasant.

The rocking chair was covered with a thick cushion, and the white woman leaned on it. The eyes were closed, and the sunshine brought the fragrance of bamboo. The thin clothes were warm and soft.

When Mo Tiankuo walked over, he saw such a lazy picture. The cold master squinted slightly, enjoying the warm afternoon sun, and gave the white coat a layer of gold, a little less Indifferent, a little more inexplicable... Alluring.

The ghost was so miserable that Mo Tiankuo walked over with the grilled fish.

Long lashes twitched slightly, a pair of beautiful eyes opened slowly, cold eyes swept over him, Qingtong slowly opened his mouth: "What's the matter?"

"Tu'er grilled a cold spring fish and thought..." Seeing that the pair of beautiful eyes shimmered a little when they heard "fish", Mo Tiankuo gave the word "feed cat" to his face Swallowed, "I want to invite Master to taste one or two."

Qing Tong snorted: "This seat has already broken the valley."

Mo Tiankuo smiled, dragged a small bamboo stool and sat down by the rocking chair: "Pigu doesn't conflict with tasting food. After Tu'er's previous life, Pigu still eats often. The journey to cultivating immortals is long. Not too boring."

As he spoke, he took apart the leaves to reveal the roasted fish smelling inside.

The cold spring fish is fresh and tender, and is grilled with wood with plenty of energy. It can be eaten by simply brushing a layer of seasoning, which is very delicious.

Qingtong glanced at the grilled fish with good looks, stretched out his hand and twisted it slowly, and slowly put it in the import: "How about coming in for repairs?"

"It's the eighth refiner, and it will be built in a few days." Mo Tiankuo honestly said.

"Hmm." Swallowing a piece of fish, Qingtong slightly lifted his chin.

Mo Tiankuo looked down and saw a set of tea set on the table, and suddenly, put the fish next to the master, got up and dragged the tea table over.In the right way, people pay attention to one mind and one mind. They have no other hobbies besides cultivating the majority. Magic cultivation is different. What they pay attention to is arbitrary.

The days of cultivation of immortals are very long. In addition to the refining vessel, Mo Tiankuo has also studied many messy things, such as tea ceremony.

In his view, one drink and one peck are all spiritual practices, and the improvement of spiritual power is certainly important, and the tempering of the mood is also indispensable.

Washing, brewing, soaking, whisking, smelling, a set of movements of flowing clouds and flowing water is very pleasing to the eyes. Pour fragrant tea in the almost transparent white jade cup and deliver it to the master.

The white hand is holding Bai Yuzhan, and the boundary between the two is almost indistinguishable.

The white jade cup touched the pale thin lips, and touched away. Qingtong raised his eyes and stared at Mo Tiankuo coldly. Is such a hot tea want to kill the teacher?