"Qing, the real person of Qingtong..." The Jindan cultivator was so frightened that he moved back a few steps with his hands on the ground.
Nowadays, the spiritual energy of Taixuan Continent is becoming more and more impure. Even if there are spiritual beasts to assist, it is very difficult to cultivate to a high level. Nascent Soul monks can be the elders of the sect, and this cave master of Woyun Sect is a An uncompromising spiritual monk!
Although Jin Dan is already a high-level, in front of the God Transformation Stage, he is still an ant.
The Qi cultivator was also frightened. He followed his ancestors to attend the sect meeting, and naturally he had seen Qingtong. He knew that this exiled ancestor was actually very bad-tempered.
"Ow..." The little leopard who stumbled and finally followed, saw the beauty in the void, and immediately whimpered excitedly.
The cry of the baby leopard recalled everyone's sanity, and the Qi-training monk of Qingyunzong took a deep breath and bowed to Qingtong: "I have seen the real person of Qingtong, the junior He Xijiu, the grandson of the elder Yunsong of Qingyunzong, Today, I have come to visit Wo Yunzong with a letter of worship from my ancestor."
There is such an unwritten rule in the righteous way, that is, the ancestors and masters protect them. If they encounter danger, they report the name of their own protector. They are also decent people, and they will usually sell face. If you insist on killing people, you will definitely get revenge. That's why Mo Tianliao showed his identity early.
This is the hypocrisy of the right path, and because of this, a group of playboys have been raised. Mo Tianliao pouted secretly, the magic way is pure prey of the weak, the strength is respected, the skills are not as good as others, and there is no wink, and they will not live long.
Qingtong slowly fell to the ground, his cold eyes looked at Mo Tianliao, who was disheartened: "Come here."
Mo Tianliao hurriedly patted the ashes on his body, walked over in three or two steps, bowed and saluted, "Master." But his eyes were flickering, looking for the kitten he just threw out.
"It turned out to be a real person's apprentice, what a misunderstanding," the Jindan cultivator also reacted, touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "We were curious when we saw this fellow Taoist carrying an unidentified monster. …”
These words have turned the murder of the former into a misunderstanding. The black and white will never admit to knowing the identity of Mo Tianliao. On the other hand, it is to file a complaint. Your apprentice found a monster behind your back, maybe it is Congzong. Steal from the door.
Only then did Qingtong raise his eyes, glance at the Jindan cultivator who was so assertive, raised his hand slightly, and a pinch of white fur appeared in his sleeves.
That Jindan cultivator immediately shut up, the monster is the master of others, what else is there to say.
Mo Tianliao breathed a sigh of relief, his cat is naturally safe in Master's arms, but... With his eyes fixed on the white and slender hand and the little white fur on his hand, his cat's uncle is actually close to others! Could it be that Xiaopaw is a monster that Master is optimistic about, are you going to raise it yourself
"You cut it yourself, or do you want me to do it?" Qingtong put his hand behind him and said slowly in a clear and sweet voice.
He Xijiu was startled, he reported the name of the ancestor, this Qingtong actually wanted to kill!
"Zhenzhen, Xijiu is the only grandson of the patriarch Yunsong's ancestor, just now we collided with the commander, please... ah..." Jindan cultivator didn't finish a word, a huge empty palm raised his hand along with Qingtong Coming towards him, he slapped him three feet away and smashed it firmly on the mountain wall.
"Long-winded." The pale thin lips spit out such a sentence, and Qingtong shook his hand in disgust.
Mo Tianliao swallowed and decided that it must be simple and clear to talk to his master in the future, otherwise he would be slapped against the wall... It seemed really painful.
"The real person spares my life, I know I was wrong, I, I would like to dedicate all these treasures to the real person!" Seeing that Qingtong was not at all prepared to sell Elder Yunsong's face, He Xijiu was trembling with fright, and took out his storage jade pendant , poured out all the contents in a rush, and threw the little leopard on the side in a panic.
"Oh?" The long eyelashes trembled, and the cold and beautiful eyes slowly moved to the shivering little hairball, "Alright, but it's already contracted."
He Xijiu heard the words and slapped himself lightly: "Junior is confused." Spirit beasts who have made a blood contract can no longer contract with others, and once the owner dies, the spirit beast will die with it. That's why when Mo Tianliao died, he was glad that he didn't make a blood contract with Mo Xiaozuo.
Qingtong suddenly took action and grabbed He Xijiu's neck, his eyes facing him.
"Ah—" The man let out a shrill cry, and at the same time the little leopard started to roll his eyes.
Mo Tianliao had a powerful soul, and he could clearly see a wisp of blood-colored mist flying out from between He Xijiu's eyebrows and onto the little leopard.
Letting go, He Xijiu suddenly softened to the ground, unconscious. The little leopard lay on the ground, let out a weak cry and closed his eyes.
"Hold it up." Qingtong pointed at the gray ball of hair.
"Yes." Mo Tianliao quickly stepped forward and picked up the little leopard. The little guy was soft and his soul was very unstable. Mo Tianliao touched the little leopard's forehead and clearly sensed that the seemingly non-existent connection between it and He Xijiu had been cut off, and he became a free one again. Monster!
Was it actually cut off the blood contract
Mo Tianliao was very shocked. Three hundred years ago, when he was extremely bored, he thought of researching a spiritual treasure that could cut the blood pact. In theory, it is feasible, but this blood contract is actually a partial exchange of souls between monsters and humans. To cut off a part of the soul of one party, the cut off party will become stupid. At that time, only a prototype was made, and there was no time to refine it. I didn't expect that there would be a spell to cut off the blood contract three hundred years later
As he was stunned, he was suddenly slapped on the back of his head. Mo Tianliao raised his head and saw his master looking at him coldly, with a pair of glazed eyes showing some disgust.
"Master?"
"It's dirty." The clear and sweet voice said lightly, and after speaking, an ice blade flew over with a flick of his finger, and directly stabbed the Jindan cultivator who had just been removed from the mountain wall.
For Qingtong's neat and tidy behavior, Mo Tianliao narrowed his eyes slightly, admiring it. He hates the so-called morality and benevolence of people in the right way. If his master came a step late and was robbed of the monster and stabbed in the opposite direction, it would be him.
Mo Tianliao looked at He Xijiu, who was probably already stupid, and decisively took the sword of the demon cultivator, resulting in his life. Leaving him alone will only increase Elder Yunsong's hatred, and it is better to cut the grass and root it out. Clap his hands, carry the little leopard, and quickly follow the beautiful master: "Master, wait for me!"
"Throw it to the Sect Master," Qingtong stopped and glanced at the little leopard in Mo Tianliao's hand, "Meet me at Qingning Palace later."
Throw it to the Sect Master? Mo Tianliao frowned slightly: "If the sect master asks..."
"Tell the truth." Qingtong threw down these words, tapped his toes, and replaced it with a bright white streamer, just like when he appeared, stepping into the void, riding the wind, and disappeared instantly.
"Master..." Mo Tianliao looked at the dozens of miles of mountain road, opened his mouth, and took him back along the way! After such a long journey, I walked back on my legs until the sun went down again.
Qingtong in the void took out the white jade bottle in his sleeve, poured out a Heavenly Rank Concentration Pill and swallowed it quickly.
When Mo Tianliao walked back to the sect, it was already dusk.
"You said, Qingtong cut the blood pact for this young leopard?" Master Tianlang touched the sleeping young leopard and pondered.
"Yes." Mo Tianliao answered honestly, obeying the teacher's words, and told the whole story of the matter, but concealed the fact that he was selling magic tools, and explained the matter of Mo Xiaozuo as the one he met in the back mountain. Kitten, I didn't know it was a monster.
He was just getting started, and it was normal not to recognize monsters. After all, he had an unreliable master.
The sect master didn't say anything, and let him leave the cubs and go back by himself.
"Master, shouldn't this little leopard give Woqing Cave?" Yan Lie walked in and poked the dirty little guy with a smile.
"How can Qingtong have time to pay attention? Let me give it to you." Master Tianlang stroked his beard, raised his hand and threw the little leopard into Yanlie's arms, "Also, take care of the mess at the foot of the mountain."
As the eldest apprentice who always shared the worries of the suzerain, Yan Lie silently swallowed the sentence "why threw it to me again" and responded with a smile.
Mo Tianliao remembered that the master asked him to come back to Qingning Palace, and remembered Qingtong's disgusting look at the young leopard, so he honestly took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and then lifted his feet to the main hall.
It was getting late, and all the glazed lamps in Qingning Palace were lit. From a distance, it looked like a crystal palace.
Walking slowly into the hall, the maid in white signaled him not to make a sound, Mo Tianliao looked up and saw that the master who was supposed to be sitting on the soft couch waiting for him was lying on the big welcoming pillow, his beautiful eyes closed, and he slept sweetly.
"You came just in time," the maid in white pointed to the door of the inner hall. "The maid didn't dare to wake up the real person, but it is too cold in the hall." The meaning is obvious, you help to wake up the real person, and let him go back to the room to sleep.
Looking at the sleeping beauty on the couch, and then looking at the pleading eyes of the maid in white, Mo Tianliao walked slowly to the edge of the couch and knelt down. The light of the glazed lamp shone on the jade-like face, and the long eyelashes were clearly rooted, casting a small shadow.
He raised his hand gently, surrounded the beauty, and hugged the master horizontally under the shocked eyes of the maid.
A person who cultivates immortals with sensitive five senses, Mo Tianliao was just pretending to hug, and he was ready for the master to wake up suddenly and beat him, but he didn't wake up. Picking him up, Qingtong leaned against his chest quite naturally, and rubbed lightly on him unconsciously.
His heart skipped a beat, Mo Tianliao swallowed, silently remembering that this is the master, this is the master, and walked towards the inner hall with his feet raised.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Woodworking: This is the master, this is the master
Master: Master, what happened
Woodworking: I don't think anything wrong, I don't think wrong
Master: (rubbing his face) Meow...
Carpenter: (nosebleed) I think I have to go to Buddha QAQ