"I forgot how to get out again?" Mo Tianliao slowly fell to the ground with Qingtong in his arms. Every time he refines the artifact, the cat follows him, but he always forgets the special features of this artifact refining room. Frightened and choked up.
Qingtong pursed his lips, and without answering, he pushed him away when he landed, and took a look around.
The entrance to the refining room is on the mountainside, and the floor inside is several dozen feet away from the entrance. The entire mountain is like a hollow nest. Because of the fire burning under the feet, the room is hot all the year round. Fortunately, Mo Tianliao carved a magic circle on the mountain wall to keep it warm but not too hot to sweat.
The uneven stone walls inside, under the scorching of the fire and the fumigation of countless heaven and earth treasures, have turned into a crystal clear appearance, looking up, as if in a crystal cave. On this crystal wall, intricate and tortuous paths are engraved, about four fingers wide, just enough for a cat to pass through.
In addition to the path, the walls were evenly embedded with glazed lamps, reflecting the entire refining room like daylight.
In an ordinary refining room, in order to prevent it from being scorched by flames, the ground will be paved with bluestone slabs, and more luxuriously paved with jade, and then put a few futons next to the stove. Mo Tianliao's refining room had a fleece blanket on the ground!
Light gray fleece blankets covered every corner of the room, and in the center of the room, a huge refining furnace stood quietly.
Mo Tianliao walked over, slowly raised his hand, and touched the silver furnace body, this is the guy who was eating with his stoic lord - Tai Chi Burning Heaven Furnace. This stove was left to him by the old bastard, a half fairy.
"This is for you, to celebrate your separation from Master." The old bastard smiled blindly.
"Who recognizes you as a master!" Mo Tianliao snatched the palm-sized Xiaoding, waved his hand to signal him to get out of the way, and was kicked on the buttocks.
"It's you, get out, I'm about to fly!"
The fingertips crossed the left ear handle, and there was a line of slanted small characters engraved on it, "Give my disciple Jin Dan Dacheng, and I will soar." The huge sign outside the gate is generally the same, "Qingtong covers the clouds, and the long wind does not add little."
"Wow wow, Burning Stove, I remember!" Taishi turned into a big mouth and flew around the stove. Back then, when he was an ignorant little Lingzhi, he just squatted aside and watched helplessly. Mo Tianliao threw all kinds of rare heaven and earth treasures into it and practiced it into a pig-killing knife...
"Do you want to go in and practice again?" Mo Tianliao asked Taishi with an eyebrow raised.
Taishi turned into a rattle and shook it vigorously, but it couldn't make anything soft. The two "ropes" on which the beads were attached to the rattle were also as hard as iron, and it couldn't hit the drum surface even when shaken, so he had to give up. Changed back to the big mouth: "No need, no need."
"What do you want to refine?" Qingtong came over and sat beside Mo Tianliao, Taishi immediately turned into a dog's tail grass and swayed in front of him.
"Let's make an array plate, and some small magic tools," Mo Tianliao came over, and while he was fiddling with the dog's tail grass, he stole a scent from the fair-skinned handsome face, "It should be the Demon Dao Supreme Conference in a while. Get ready early."
You must know that Venerable Zongtian has always been famous for his magic weapons in fights. Back then, he ran out of all the small magic tools when he escaped for his life in the Valley of Ten Kills.
"Master, you already have the most invincible divine weapon in the world, and you don't need other weapons!" When Taishi heard the words, he immediately quit and turned into a tortoiseshell-colored bowl. The burning furnace collided, accusing Mo Tianliao of destroying its job.
Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth: "Then turn you into a nail and pierce the soles of your feet during a fight."
"No problem!" Tai Shi spontaneously turned into an ugly nail and twisted triumphantly.
Mo Tianliao rewarded him with a fire in the wood: "I pierced the soles of my feet, how can I get you to bake skewers in the future, and go away."
"Ow, hot hot!"
After sending Tai Shi away, Mo Tianliao took out a few materials from the storage bracelet, and bounced two spirit stones into the Tai Chi array at the bottom of the furnace, accurately embedded them in the eyes of the Yin-Yang fish, and driven them with spiritual sense. The two yin and yang fish immediately began to spin, and the faster they turned, the faster they turned, and with a loud "bang", a crimson calcined sky fire drilled out from the ground, instantly covering the entire bottom of the furnace.
The fire light turned Qingtong's face red, and the temperature was a little high, making him unable to help but back away.
"There is tea and food over there," Mo Tianliao pointed to the small spar cabinet placed against the wall. Inside was the stuff he had just filled in, all of which were fresh. "Call me if you have something to do." After speaking, he turned to start. Process the materials and let Qingtong play by himself.
The things to be practiced this time are very complicated, and many materials need to be pre-processed. For example, on this day of spider silk, the outer hard shell must be peeled off with a jade knife, and the silk is slowly drawn. Unfired spider silk is very fragile and needs to be very careful to prevent it from breaking.
After watching for a while, Qingtong felt bored, turned into a snow-colored kitten, climbed up the wall, and ran up slowly along the narrow path. The glass lamp was hung on the path, and the position was just right, and it would not affect his progress. Each lamp is different, some are lotus lamps, some are octagonal lamps, and they are engraved with different patterns. These lamps also helped Mo Tianliu to remember patterns. Sometimes, when he couldn't remember what patterns to engrave on objects, he would look up at these glazed lamps.
The little snow-colored paws stepped on the dark blue flannel, not hurriedly, walking for a while, looking down at Mo Tianliao below, flicking his tail, and climbing all the way to the highest point, where there is a most beautiful colored glass lamp, Carved like a small fish. Raise the claw and dial the small fish lamp, and go around, it is a long slide.
The kitten looked at the slide, and then looked at Mo Tianliao, who had already finished smoking the spider silk and started throwing things into the stove. He lay down on the slide and slid down.
Mo Tianliao threw the processed materials into the furnace in order. The advantage of the burning furnace is that no matter how much is thrown in, it can be fired at the same time, and they will not affect each other. They only need to control them in the furnace with spiritual sense. Just stay in one area. Close your eyes, put your spiritual mind into the furnace, and push aside the materials.
The snow-colored fur ball fell from the sky and slid directly to Mo Tianliao's side.
Refining is a very time-consuming task. Mo Tianliao burns things while cultivating. The spiritual energy in the treasures of heaven and earth is very useful for the body of Shenmu.
Taishi was not afraid of burning, so he squatted on the top of the incinerator, and absorbed all the aura that escaped. When Mo Tianliao was carving the semi-finished product, he squatted by the side and chewed all the leftovers.
"Where's the soul crystal that was put here just now?" Mo Tianliao pointed to the spar block that was obviously missing one.
"Who, who knows? Maybe it has already been thrown into the furnace." The big tortoiseshell mouth twisted and shook off the spar powder still stuck on it.
Mo Tianliao narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and threw Taishi into the burning furnace.
"Ow, hot hot!"
I don't know how many days later, Mo Tianliao opened his eyes again, heaved a sigh of relief, waved his hand, the lid of the Burning Heaven Furnace opened, and a light green array plate jumped out and landed firmly on Mo Tian. few hands.
The entire array is in the shape of a spider web, with an emerald-green plate bottom and emerald-green spider silk on the top, supported by tiny pillars, which looks like a complex zither.
Back in the spirit transformation stage, the real essence in the body is extremely thick, and there will no longer be a situation where you will become a dead dog after practicing a single spiritual weapon. Feeling the warmth around his waist, he looked down and saw that his cat had transformed into a humanoid, wrapped his slender body around him, put his head on his lap, and slept soundly.
His heart suddenly softened into a pool of water, and he lowered his head and gently dropped a kiss on the smooth forehead.
Qingtong grunted, turned over, put his arms around Mo Tianliao's waist, and rubbed the tip of his nose lightly on it.
"Hmm..." Mo Tianliao snorted. He had the fire attribute. He had been cultivating for a few days when the yang fire was strong. When he was rubbed like this, his stomach suddenly tightened.
Throwing the array plate aside, he reached out and picked up the person on his lap.
"Hmm..." Qingtong woke up, opened his eyes in a daze, and reached out his hand to keep the "bed" from moving, when he found that he was placed on some hard ground. Although there was a fleece blanket under his body, the floor was too hard. , a little uncomfortable, and suddenly woke up and saw that Mo Tianliao was already unbuttoning his belt.
"What are you doing?" Qingtong raised his foot to kick him, but Mo Tianliao grabbed his ankle and slid in along his fair calf.
"Staying beside the stove for a few days got a little irritated," Mo Tianliao leaned over and kissed the moist thin lips, "Let's lower the fire."
After the array was completed, he practiced countless small magic tools, and when Mo Tianliao came out of the refining room, he received a blue jade slip from the black-clothed envoy.
The jade slip is exquisitely carved, with the word "Supreme" written on it, filled with golden crystal sand, and has a cyan soul imprint on the back, in the shape of a dragon's claw. With just one glance, you can clearly sense the incomparably powerful soul power.
"Thank you Ming Zun on my behalf," Mo Tianliao raised his hand and handed a set of cyan tea sets to the envoy in black, "The gadgets just refined are not respectful."
The black-clothed envoy took it with both hands, bowed in response, and said nothing, turned around and left.
Mo Tianliao stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, watching the black streamer disappear into the sky, and slowly rubbed the jade slip in his hand. Ming Yu is always like this, and he does things without leaks, but I don't know if he is showing affection like this to use him to deal with the "Chi Xiang", or for other purposes. But no matter what Ming Yu wants to do, he has to accept this feeling.
"What is this for?" Qingyue's voice came from behind, calling Mo Tianliao back from his thoughts.
Qingtong, who had just taken a bath, with wet hair on his back, took a closer look at the cobweb array. He wanted to watch it in the refining room before, but he didn't care about it later.
Mo Tianliao walked over helplessly, raised his hand to dry his long hair: "This is a dowry."
"The betrothal gift?" Qingtong was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his head to look at him. He knew that the betrothal gift was something that a mortal man would give to the Yue family when he married a woman... Many people flashed in his mind, and all those who had seduced Mo Tianliao Everyone filtered it, and finally settled on Feng Su's coquettish face. To regain the position of Demon Venerable, it was necessary to find a reliable Demon Venerable to join forces... The pale thin lips lost their blood little by little.
"Let's go to Wo Yunzong in a few days and give this to the sect master." Mo Tianliao smiled slightly, caressing the pale thin lips that were slightly parted because of his astonishment, and then... he was bitten.
"It hurts!"
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Little Claw: Is this your dowry, meow
Carpentry: it's a dowry
Tian Lang: Is this your dowry
Carpenter: This is a dowry!
Tian Lang: No! Is my junior brother worth this broken plate
Woodworker: … Well, this is the dowry, and there are also ten boxes of Tianshan lamb bone sticks. Tian Lang: It’s almost Wang!