After he stretched out his hand, Qingtong realized that he had done something stupid. He used to play the paw game with this person before, so as soon as he stretched out his hand, he handed it over. He frowned slightly, and immediately pulled out his hand.
Mo Tianliao felt a little pity when the smooth touch left his palm. He watched Master walk over to the soft couch and sat down. He looked at him with a cold gaze, and immediately took away the thoughts that Xu shouldn't have and followed him respectfully.
"What's the matter?" Qingtong took the glass cup handed over by the maid and took a sip of tea.
Mo Tianliao tore his eyes from the pale lips of the master, and lowered his eyes: "The disciple has some important things to report to the master."
Qingtong put down the cup, raised his hand, and the maid in plain clothes disappeared instantly.
Mo Tianliao walked over, knelt down on the futon beside the soft couch, and kowtowed straightly: "Master's discerning eyes are like torches, he sees that this disciple is a reborn person, and he failed to report to Master in time. ashamed."
Qingtong looked at the back of Mo Tianliao's drooping head, tilted his head, and was stunned for a moment before he understood what the man was talking about. Before Mo Tianliao raised his head, he sat up straight and didn't answer, only looked at him quietly with a pair of cold eyes.
Mo Tianliao looked at the calm appearance of his master, and admired him in his heart. Unlike the pretense of those so-called famous elders, his master was truly noble, natural, and immortal. "It's inconvenient to tell the disciple's previous identity, but please rest assured, the disciple will not endanger Wo Yunzong, let alone hurt the master."
"Yeah," answered in a light voice, without being able to hear joy or anger, "get up."
Mo Tianliao breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the futon. Now that he has opened his mouth to speak, he can naturally discuss with Master about the experience of cultivation in the past few days.
In fact, Mo Tianliao needs very few pointers for the cultivation of the first one. He himself knows very well how to cultivate at what stage to achieve the best, but his current body is special, he is still groping, and he needs a person to discuss with him.
"Everything has a spirit, and immortal wood also has a spirit, let's try it." Qingtong heard his confusion about burning wood, so he mentioned a sentence.
The clear and melodious voice never got tired of hearing it. Although Mo Tianliao didn't quite understand what it meant, he nodded and wrote it down first.
"There is one more thing," Mo Tianliao rarely met Master, so he naturally wanted to report everything to the side. "Recently, when the nephews saw that Master was out of the gate for a long time, they handed over the cave master's secular affairs to the disciples..." Looking up at the master, seeing no response, he tacitly agreed that he should handle the mundane affairs, and then continued.
The secular affairs in Woqing Cave are controlled by several disciples in charge. It is difficult to be fair, and the efficiency of work is not high. Mo Tianliao considered referring to the main sect's method and set up a deacon hall to distribute resources and assign tasks. , is publicly available everywhere.
Of course, doing this is not selfish. Last night, he found out that he didn't need a lot of spiritual energy. It is not enough to rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It needs a lot of spiritual stones. Moreover, he will still need to refine tools in the future. Refining tools is a matter of burning money, and it requires a lot of resource supply. To set up a deacon hall means to put power in one's own hands, and to do things more conveniently.
Qingtong looked at him, his cold eyes were calm, and he slowly said, "Why do you talk so much nonsense, just do whatever you want." After speaking, he stood up and walked away .
"Hey, Master!" Mo Tianliao quickly chased after him, "The last thing, the day after tomorrow is the birthday of the sect master's first disciple, Senior Brother Yan Lie. The sect master is preparing for a big event this year, and the master must prepare an elder's gift."
"You can bring it to him." Qingtong turned over and took out an exquisitely carved bell.
On the way back, Mo Tianliao pinched the fist-sized bell and checked it out. It was made of Linglong stone, with a glazed bead in the middle. It was very beautiful when shaken. Bell facts! That's right, this thing isn't even a magic weapon, it's just an ordinary bell!
The birthday gift given by the ancestor of Huashen to the younger generation of Yuanying, a beautiful big bell!
Mo Tianliao felt that the gift in his hand was a little hot.
Maybe there's something deep in this? As someone who was just starting out, he didn't understand the powerful relationship, so Mo Tianliao scratched his head, so he had to put away the bell and go to the back mountain against an axe.
"Burning Wood Technique" appeared when he successfully bleed air. It described three kinds of strange trees, which he cut and burned, and then hunted a few pheasants and grilled them.
With an axe chopped down, there was a gap in the thick tree. Mo Tianliao narrowed his eyes and saw a faint blue light escaping from the gap.
"All things have spirits, and fairy trees also have spirits..."
The words of the master may not refer to spiritual wisdom, but spiritual energy.
Looking up at this tree, it is a thousand-year-old water-sinking wood. The wood is very heavy, and it sinks when it enters the water. It is a good material for refining flying thorn-like instruments. It can be sold for a good price for a hundred years. This is still a thousand years old.
There is spiritual energy in the spirit stone, and naturally there is also in this precious refining material, but the spirit energy contained in the spirit stone is not divided into the five elements, and there is only wood aura in the vegetation, and it cannot be absorbed by people.
Mo Tianliao frowned slightly, people can't suck, but he is not purely a person now, since he can see the blue light, maybe... Raise the axe and chop it again, and a little blue light escapes, Mo Tianliao immediately Run the power. The aura of the thousand-year-old water-sinking wood, like a small cyan snake, quickly drilled into his body along the fingertips.
Immortal wood has a spirit and is not used by humans, but it can be absorbed by the divine wood.
In this way, he is not even required to meditate, he can cultivate by cutting down trees, and he doesn't have to bother to decompose the five-color aura, because what escapes is definitely the wood type!
So, Mo Tianliao cut down trees all day long as if he had found a treasure.
When he finally finished chopping the sinking wood into firewood and preparing to burn the fire, the white kitten who arrived at some point was already asleep on the stone. The setting sun set off the white fur against the orange.
Mo Tianliao walked over, clapped the wood stubble on his hands, and picked up the kitten and put it in his arms. After a while, the sun would go down and the rocks should be cold.
The kitten, who has always been alert, was picked up by him and did not wake up, and was still soundly asleep. Mo Tianliao laughed, carefully placed it against his inner shirt, crouched down to make a fire, and cut off a few three-inch long wooden thorns with an axe.
It is as big as clumsy, and does not stick to tools. A cumbersome axe is like a delicate and small carving knife in Mo Tianliao's hands, and it will cut out a smooth sharp thorn in a short time. He took out a wooden thorn in his hand to play with, and turned between his slender and flexible fingers.
"Gugugu..." In the distance, several colorful pheasants were slicing food.
The wooden thorns flipped between the fingers for a while, transporting spiritual power to the fingertips, and the sharp thorns sandwiched between the two fingers flew out, accurately passed through the wings of the pheasant, and nailed them to the trunk.
"Little Claw, we have some meat to eat." Mo Tianliao lowered his head, looked at the little furball who had woken up, and took him to clean up the pheasant.
Because there are always some strange barbecue requirements in "Burning Wood", Mo Tianliao's storage bracelet with little space is now full of various seasonings. Roasting the chicken legs on a long stick cut from water-sinking wood, Mo Tianliao sighed. Although water-sinking wood is not very precious, it is also a rare good material. His storage bracelets are loaded with seasonings and clothes, so they can't fit. It's a pity that it's something else. Tomorrow is attending a banquet, so I have to make a storage tool first.
One person and one cat ate the roasted pheasant, and then wandered back to the small courtyard.
Su Wen had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time, and when he saw Mo Tianliao coming back, he immediately greeted him and presented a tray: "Uncle, this is a gift prepared by the disciple. Do you have anything else to add."
Tomorrow Mo Tianliao was going to a banquet, and naturally he had to give a gift from Woqing Cave. He was just getting started, and he was not familiar with Yan Lie, so he didn't need to give anything too valuable. A certain amount of spirit stones and spirit grass were enough. Out of the public warehouse.
Mo Tianliao saw that there was nothing wrong, and nodded, "Take these and come with me tomorrow."
A surprise flashed in Su Wen's eyes: "It's Uncle Shi!"
After sending Su Wen, the maid in white from Qingning Palace came again.
"What's the matter with the sisters?" Mo Tianliao smiled and welcomed the maids into the room. These women were not disciples of Woqing Cave, and their cultivation was not too high. They were maids who served the cave master.
The kitten in his arms tried to probe, but was held down by Mo Tianliao. The monster was too precious. He was too weak to protect him, and he must not show it to others.
Xiao Maoqiu reluctantly scratched him through his inner shirt. Those maids were not even 100 years old, and this guy was actually called his sister. I'm not ashamed!
"I'm waiting for the cave master's order to bring you some clothes." The maid put a few trays on the table, inside which were three sets of black wide-sleeved costumes.
"Black color." Mo Tianliao picked up one and frowned slightly. The people in Woqingdong all wore plain colors, so if he was dressed in black color, wouldn't it be the same color as Master Xuanji's clothes
"Wo Yunzong doesn't pay attention to clothing, you don't have to mind." The maid explained, and then bowed to leave.
Mo Tianliao thought about it, the first generation of disciples he saw in Woyun Hall did wear casually, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, in any color, but the second generation of disciples in Woqing Cave were more unique and wore them all. Bai, Xu is to please the master
The next day, Mo Tianliao wore a black wide-sleeved robe, a gauze embroidered with silver cloud patterns, and a silver-inlaid obsidian dragon crown. He was wearing a commoner before, but he didn't show it, but now he changed into a fancy dress, and suddenly that handsome and unusual face was highlighted.
The little hairball sitting on the bed looked up at the neatly dressed guy, and it was finally pleasing to the eye, jumped on Mo Tianliao's shoulder, flicked his tail, and let's go!
Mo Tianliao raised his hand and took the kitten down and put it back on the bed: "Good boy, play here by yourself, I'll be back after noon." There were too many people at the banquet, so Mo Xiaopaw must not be seen.
The kitten became unhappy and scratched at the sheets.
Mo Tianliao walked to the courtyard and asked Su who was waiting outside, "Let's go."
Su Wen's eyes widened, looking at the incomparably handsome uncle in front of him, his mouth closed for a while. It wasn't until Mo Tianliao called her that she stumbled and followed.
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