The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

Mo Tiankuo was stared inexplicably: "Master, but the tea doesn't fit?"

Qingtong ignored him, and a white mist appeared at his fingertips, and the tea was instantly frozen to glaze, and then he raised his hand again to drink.

"Wait!" Mo Tiankuo grabbed the Master's hand, the cool hand seemed to be Wen Yu, the touch was smooth and tender, could not help but secretly rubbed with his fingertips, before the Master found out, grabbed the cup with his backhand Zhang, "Master doesn't like to be hot?"

The cold eyes looked at him quietly, without speaking or moving.

I was tickled by the sight, Mo Tiankuo coughed softly, pinched himself secretly, raised his hand to make a cup of tea again, turned it upside down with two jade calves, and soon blew the tea until it was warm Cup passed.

A few days ago, there was no Hanyu bowl. He just filtered tea to drink for his cat uncle.Mo Xiaozuo doesn't like mountain spring water, he likes to drink the tea in his cup. If he gets hot, he will lose his temper.

Master is like a cat... Mo Tianluo bent his eyes, looked at the light-colored thin lips, and slowly drank the tea, inexplicably satisfied.

After the strength of his last life, Mo Tiankuo never pleased anyone, except for the cat cat who was "the only one of my kind".Now, in the face of such a master, he can't help but want to please him.

Moxiu is free to do whatever he wants. He just wants to do this, so he doesn't get any benefits.

"Look what!" Zheng Leng was so shocked that he was slammed into the back of the head, Mo Tiankuo planted it forward, and touched the beaten head, which only reflected it. It was very disrespectful to stare at the Master. .

"Tuer is rude, Master is not strange..." Mo Tiankuo added a cup of tea to Master, picked up the grilled fish, and warmed some cold fish again with the fire power of the palm of his hand to the Beauty Master. Respect.

Too lazy to ignore the wicked, Qingtong twisted a cold spring fish again.

"Disciple Yuli, have seen Uncle Shi." The fish fillet just entered, and a trembling voice sounded.

Mo Tiankuo turned his head and saw a young, thin, thin boy bowing to salute his master, and he seemed very nervous.I recalled the names of the disciples in the caves. If I guessed right, this should be a close disciple of Xuanji's real person, the third-ranked brother Yuli.

Qingtong raised his eyes, swallowed the fish meat, stretched out a little pink tongue, and rolled a little spice on the thin lips into the mouth.

Yuli Junior saw the action of Master Uncle and couldn’t help but shake even more. His Master Brother and Brother Two were afraid of Master Uncle and pushed him out every time. The two guys never thought about it. He was the most afraid of Master Uncle. The one!

"What's the matter?" Qing Tong looked at the nephew with interest.

"Then, that..." Yuli swallowed and took a deep breath without ending his head. "Sister Mo Xiong under Sect Master and Meng Hu under Sister Master just returned to Zongmen." , Seeing the patriarch in Wotiandong, the teacher sent a nephew to make an announcement."

"Got it." Qingtong responded faintly, waved his hands and let the general nephew leave after he had finished speaking.

Yuli Junior gave another ritual as if he was forgiven, backed away a few steps, and ran away.From the beginning to the end, I didn't see Mo Tiankuo, and naturally I didn't care about Mo Tiankuo and didn't see him.

Mo Tiankuo looked interesting, wondering why this jade was so afraid of his own master.

"Tu'er go to Wotiandong to meet your brother." Mo Tianrou saw that his master didn't mean to get up and look at it, he took the initiative to mention going forward. Before his strength was restored, if he wanted to be safe and secure in Woqingdong Staying, you have to get along well with this brother.After all, that monk who was already a late Jindan, could soon advance to Yuanying.

"No," Qingtong raised his hand and ate the last piece of fish. He took the white silk banda handed over by the white maid and wiped her fingers away. "Waiting for you, he will be back."

The elder brother is already a monk of Jindan. Yu Jian crossed the Hongqiao and ran over a few steps. When Mo Tiankuo walked to Wotiandong with these two legs, they might have ran back to beat the master for a long time.

Mo Tianluo scratched his head, so he was lazy with his master, sitting still.The maid in white took the cloth towel and packed up the fish bones and leaves, which disappeared as soon as it came.

Sure enough, within a quarter of an hour, a person was walking through the bamboo forest fiercely and came over.

The man was tall, with facial features Zhou Zheng, dragons and tigers, and Qi Yuxuan.A pair of eyes is big and round, looks a bit fierce, should be the master brother Meng Hu.

"Master!" As soon as he turned the bamboo bridge and saw the beauty supreme sitting in the rocking chair, Meng Hu couldn't help but make a sound, and ran to the rocking chair in two or two steps. He knelt on the ground with a thud and threw three heads. "Tu'er is back."

Mo Tiankuo hurriedly got up and avoided aside.

Sweeping coldly and beautifully across the head of the leg, raised his hand slowly and slap on it: "I still know to come back!"

"Hey..." Meng Hu touched the back of the head and raised his head and smiled, "Mo Xiong was injured a bit, so he was delayed on the road."

Qingtong glanced at the stupid apprentice with a silly smile and waved his hand to get him up.

Meng Hu jumped up, turned his head to see Mo Tianluo standing on the side, his long arm stretched out, grabbed Mo Tianluo who was about to salute, stretched out his thick big hand, and patted his back heartily ."This is the new second brother, haha, it looks very strong!"

Mo Tiankuo twitched his mouth, this man knocked his back loudly, just to try to make him strong?Looking up, a kind smile appeared: "Mo Tianluo, I have met Brother."

"Okay," heard this, Brother Meng Hu, a pair of round tiger eyes immediately smiled at the folds. "My name is Meng Hu, and we will be brothers in the future, just open your mouth for something."

It took hundreds of years to look forward to this younger brother. The brother was very happy, and took out a small storage bag and stuffed it with Mo Tiankuo. It was a meeting gift: "Take it and play." This younger brother looks very clever. Focus on, don't let those goods bully.

Mo Tianluo took the storage bag and glanced with his consciousness. There were a lot of strange things in it. Presumably it was the master who went out to practice and silently looked at the person with the "brother covering you in the future". This big brother is a little stupid, maybe he can bully.

In the evening, Mo Tiankuo fetched water in the yard and watered the peach tree.

It has been autumn, and the peach tree has fallen leaves, and some tiny branches have withered.Mo Tiankuo twisted the dead branch with one hand and tried to break it off. Suddenly, he felt that there was a wooden spirit in his fingertips surging towards the branch.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Mo Tiankuo simply squeezed the dead branch and poured the wood spirit into it.Those who heard that the wood-based spirit roots can practice a "withered wood and spring", that is, they can make the withered plants come back to life again, because the pure wood-based spiritual power itself is a kind of plant life.

However, this trick is not very useful, because "withered trees and spring" can only save some ordinary plants and trees, but it is not very useful for those spirits with strong aura.

Sure enough, the dead branch absorbed the spiritual power of the wood system, and soon recovered its freshness and became moist. Mo Tian was bored and ready to close, but found that the dead branch was not only alive, the nodules on the branch, A few sprouts also appeared!

"Huh?" Mo Tiankuo looked up in surprise, and now it's autumn, even if this branch comes alive, shouldn't it sprout?

"Brother!" Before I understood it, I heard the passionate voice coming from behind. Mo Tiankuo turned back slowly, and saw a big head over the tall fence, which was fresh. The released master.

Meng Hu’s yard was right next to him. When he moved in, he knew that he hadn’t lived, and he almost forgot.

"Brother." Mo Tiankuo broke the branch off, broke it two or three times, threw it on the ground, and walked over to give a gift.

"Hey, don't always be so troublesome. Master doesn't like these red tapes. Don't be so polite among our brothers," Meng Hu waved his hand and jumped over from the fence. "Come on, brother. Discuss with you." While talking, he couldn't help pulling Mo Tianluo into the house.

"What's the matter?" Mo Tiankuo sat at the table and asked unhurriedly.

"Since Master has accepted you as a disciple, there must be a reason to trust you. I don't want to ask too much." Meng Hu waved with one hand, the door closed immediately, and a layer of prohibition was put in place to isolate the house. sound.

Mo Tiankuo lowered his hand, and a draining wood thorn suddenly appeared in his fingers, but he didn't understand the sound on his face, and said with a smile: "Brother has something to say, but it's okay to say."