The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

Chapter 14: metropolitan

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After coaxing Uncle Cat to sleep, Mo Tianliao began to concentrate on making storage bags.

The quality of the storage bag depends on the smoothness and integrity of the spar formation, and on the amount of spiritual energy charged.

The space magic circle is the foundation of the storage-type magic weapon. The graphics are very complex. There are two types of magic circles engraved in it: space superposition and aura storage. Any breakpoint or unevenness will lead to space instability or aura leakage. This is also the case. The reason for the high price of storage instruments.

Usually the craftsman will use the precious array pen to draw carefully. It takes at least a day to draw a set of magic circles, and once a wrong stroke is drawn, the magic tool will be invalid, but for Mo Tianliao...

The fingers dipped in the spar liquid were so fast that only phantoms were left, and the beautiful eyes that were raised at the end of the eyes seemed to be closed and not closed, which seemed a little careless. He slowly filled in the spiritual power. After about a stick of incense, he stopped. Mo Tianliao took a breath. The spiritual power of the sixth-level Qi practice can only fill a space the size of half a house at most.

After meditating for a while, the spent spiritual power was restored, and the black iron stone in the furnace had been refined. Mo Tianliao picked up the knife, spread the juice of the black iron stone on the blade, kneaded it quickly with his aura-wrapped fingers, and kneaded the knife into a strange shape with a pointed hook on the top, which could barely be used as a carving knife. use.

He took out a large piece of water-sinking wood cut from the back mountain, which was the largest refining material he currently had. Use a knife to split the thick wooden stakes and cut them into sharp thorns, each of which is three inches long.

"The one from Woqing Cave really stayed in it for ten days." The disciples who guarded the gate of Chiyan Blessed Land discussed while drinking.

"Maybe it's practicing," the other person stroked his beard and looked very aware, "People from Huo Linggen often come to us to retreat here."

Everyone took it for granted, thinking that a person who practiced the sixth level of Qi would not be able to practice any magic weapon.

"If you want me to say, these direct disciples have money and nowhere to spend. The spiritual energy of the three caves is so abundant that they can practice while sitting in their own room.

"that is… "

A few people were discussing in full swing, and a jade button was gently placed on the bamboo plate on the table, making a crisp sound, and then, a low and pleasant voice with a little tiredness, said lightly: "Keep it."

Immediately, without waiting for everyone to answer, he turned and left.

Several gatekeeper disciples looked at the black figure and looked at each other in dismay. They didn't know how many people had heard the words just now, and they felt uneasy in their hearts.

The gatekeeper hurriedly chased after a few steps: "Uncle, stay."

Mo Tianliao turned his head and said, "What's the matter?" Because the refining furnace was too bad, in order to prevent the frying furnace, he hadn't closed his eyes for a few days and urgently needed a sleep, and his temper was not very good at the moment.

The gatekeeper shuddered at the cold eyes, and hurriedly took out two low-grade spirit stones: "Uncle Shi has not used up on the tenth day, so I will refund you two..."

"No need," Mo Tianliao raised his hand before waiting for the disciple to finish speaking.

Back at Woqing Cave, Mo Tianliao did not go to see the master, but went directly to the small courtyard, opened the forbidden circle, and fell asleep.

The small white hairball climbed out of his arms and squatted on his chest to look at him. His handsome face was a little darkened by the smoky fires of the past few days, and there was a faint blue shadow under his eyes.

Turning around and jumping out of bed, a flash of white light flashed, and the beautiful Qingtong in white clothes appeared in front of the bed, a little disgust flashed in her cold eyes, she was really stupid, I just came out of the fire room, I don't know if there is no hair Cover the quilt! How can I warm the bed for this seat if I catch the wind and cold

Thin lips pursed lightly, and slowly stretched out a pair of slender and fair hands, pulled the thin quilt beside him, and threw it on Mo Tianliao casually. Not awake, he turned and left the house.

"Reporting to the real person, the sect master sent a message." As soon as he entered the Qingning Palace hall, the maid in white stepped forward and handed over a sound transmission talisman.

One finger wiped the sound transmission symbol, and Immediately, the calm voice of Master Tianlang came from it: "I just came back from Qingyunzong, do you two want to come and see?"

After the sound transmission talisman finished the sound, he burned himself, Qingtong threw the talisman paper in his hand, turned and walked out.

There are often disputes and disputes in the right path, and the three major sects need to come forward to mediate. This kind of thing is often accompanied by some division of benefits. Therefore, every time the Sect Master came back from the outside, he would bring back a lot of good things.

Wotian Cave, Tianning Palace.

The Sect Master Tian Lang was sitting in the right position, with immortal demeanor and extraordinary temperament, and all the disciples in the hall looked at him with reverence.

"This time I went out, you have worked so hard, everyone has a bottle of tranquilizer." Tianlang Zhenren smiled amiably.

A group of disciples quickly thanked, each received a bottle of medicinal herbs, and left with satisfaction.

"I have gained a lot this time?" Master Xuanji entered the door and saw a group of disciples leaving with medicine bottles in their hands. An Shen Dan is suitable for disciples who have not yet formed their souls below the Golden Elixir.

Because of the demonic energy in the spiritual qi, whether it is a pure cultivator or a demon cultivator, they will be disturbed by inner demons from time to time, and they will fall into chaos. Those who do not have spiritual beasts to appease them must take medicine pills to suppress them. Such medicinal pills are as indispensable to cultivators as spirit stones.

The real person Tianlang touched his beard: "Shang Ke, Qingyunzong swallowed a small Danmen, and if you want to calm down, you will get some blood."

All the disciples in the hall left, and Master Tianlang looked around and took out a few dark jade bottles from the storage ring: "These..."

Before he finished speaking, a white shadow passed by, and the table was swept away. Qingtong elegantly sat on the only soft couch in the room, and several bottles of medicinal herbs were neatly placed on the small table in front of him.

"Hey, don't take it all, you have to keep a bottle for me." Tianlang real person jumped up immediately, and jumped in front of Qingtong in three or two steps, trying to grab the black jade bottle, but was caught by a white jade bottle. Long fingers poked his forehead.

The cold and beautiful eyes swept over the several bottles in front of him and found that there was nothing he needed, so he raised his hand in a lack of interest and swept the bottles down.

"Ah—" Master Tianlang screamed in agony, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed all the jade bottles firmly, hugged them tightly, squatted on the ground bitterly, wanted to say something, and raised his head to face the pair of jade bottles. The beautiful eyes wilted in an instant, and threw the ones that were to be given to Xuanji, and quickly put the rest into the storage ring.

"Take it out." Qingtong raised his foot and kicked the Sect Master who was squatting beside the soft couch.

"Third, I am the head of a sect anyway!" Master Tianlang couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly burst out. The power of the sect master is unfathomable. This leap, mixed with the wrath of thunder, is unstoppable. The entire hall is instantly flooded with rich golden spiritual energy, stabbing people's skin.

The disciples who were guarding outside the hall felt the pressure of the sect master and stayed away.

Qingtong raised his hand and slapped the back of his head: "It's so noisy."

"Hey!" The Sect Master's face sank into the cushions on the couch, and the Jin Rui aura in the hall instantly disappeared. The real Xuanji in the distance shrank his head and chose to remain silent.

The sect master squatted for a while holding his head, and took out a white jade bottle: "Tianjie Concentration Pill."

Qingtong took it and continued to look up at him.

The sect master gritted his teeth and took out two red jade bottles: "Heavenly Fire Spirit Pill."

Qingtong took it and turned it around in his hands.

"No more!" The sect master said as if dying.

The beauty on the couch supported her head with one hand, reclining on the big welcoming pillow, and a slender finger popped out. The round and neat fingernails of the fingertips instantly became longer and became a transparent hook, glowing with a cold light.

"Ow—" A shrill howl came from the hall, blocked by the black barrier that opened up in an instant, and it was never heard outside the hall, and Tianning Palace fell into a strange silence.

"The sect master and the two cave masters should discuss important matters." When the disciples outside saw the barrier, they consciously moved further away from the main hall of Tianning Palace.

After a while, the hall also returned to silence.

The white kitten squatted on the soft couch, licking its paws gracefully, while the gray and white wolf lay on the ground, holding its head with its front paws, spreading its hind paws, and sticking to the ground to pretend to be dead.

The white light flashed, and the slender beauty reappeared. She put away the row of jade bottles on the small table, and said lightly: "I'm going out for a few days, don't come to me if you have anything." The streamer fled towards Woqing Cave.

The real person Xuanji in the corner came out slowly and squatted beside the wolf: "That, Senior Brother, I'll go first." After speaking, regardless of Senior Brother's reaction, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away.

When Mo Tianliao woke up, he stretched out with great energy, and the white kitten just happened to break through the window and hit him directly in his arms.

"Little Claw..." Mo Tianliao caught the small hair ball, and helplessly looked at the damaged window paper, which had to be pasted again.

"Meow!" The kitten seemed to be in a good mood, raised its paw and slapped him.

Mo Tianliao smiled and put the kitten in his arms: "Let's go, let's go down the mountain to buy something delicious."

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