The lights in the inner hall were dim, and the furnishings inside could barely be seen clearly.
The large room was covered with light-colored cushions, and it was a little unsteady to walk on. Mo Tianliao stepped in, almost fell, flipped in the air for half a circle, landed to stabilize his body, looked down, and the person in his arms was still sleeping soundly.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and Mo Tianliao looked around. The huge window was half-open, and a layer of snow gauze hung on the window, swaying gently with the evening wind. In the center of the room was a large bed, with four-corner curtains and a plain brocade quilt that shimmered in the moonlight.
He walked over slowly, placed the beauty in his arms gently on the bed, and sprayed the soft breath on his neck, which made people's hearts rip. Mo Tianliao took a deep breath and resolutely moved the head that was leaning on his chest away. , on a soft pillow.
The cold moonlight came in through the window screen, reflecting the peerless handsome face, Mo Tianliao couldn't help but glance at it again.
The lightly closed eyes turned into a graceful line, thin pale lips, perfectly curved chin, fair neck, below the neck…
sin sin!
Mo Tianliao forcibly tore his eyes from the beauty and put the person on the bed completely. The soft mattress quickly sunk the slender body into it. Pulling over the thin quilt on the side and carefully covering the person on the bed, Mo Tianliao straightened up and raised his feet to leave, but felt his sleeves were tight.
"Where are you going?" Qingyue's moving voice was a bit soft and soft before waking up.
Mo Tianliao turned back stiffly, and found that one of his sleeves was held in Master's hand, and his slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened with these words.
"If the master is tired, the disciple will come back tomorrow." Mo Tianliao rubbed his fingers, lit the glazed lamp on the bedside, half squatted down, and lay on the bedside and looked at the master.
The fair hand slowly raised, attached to the pale thin lips, and yawned a little, Qingtong didn't get up, just lay on the bed and looked at him: "You don't have to come tomorrow, this seat is going to retreat."
Mo Tianliao understood, Master meant that if you have something to say now, then get out of the way, and hurriedly explained about Mo Xiaopao: "My disciple really wants that white kitten. "
Mo Tianliao had confirmed to Yan Lie that his disciples could obtain monsters, and there was no such rule. If you want to get a monster, it depends on your master's mood. If the master is willing to give it to you, give it to you. He must not lose Mo Xiaopao, and he is not afraid that the cat will not follow him. The only worry is that the master will give the cat away.
"I won't give it away." Qingtong answered simply and clearly, waving his hand to let him go.
"Then how can I get that cat?" With Master's assurance, Mo Tianliao's heart fell to the ground, and he watched those beautiful eyes glistening with water from the sleepiness, like obsidian washed by rain. Keep asking, and take the opportunity to take a look.
Bo Guang's beautiful eyes glanced at him, and slowly closed: "Look at your performance."
Mo Tianliao couldn't help but grinned and pulled out a glass hairpin with his backhand. It was the one he bought in the market, but the pattern on it had been re-carved. Inlaid with a hidden moon, the simple shape is a complex and gorgeous dark pattern, which seems to flow under the candlelight, which is really beautiful.
"This was bought by the disciple in the market, and I want to give it to the master," Mo Tianliao said softly, as if he was coaxing people to sleep, and regardless of whether the master heard it or not, he quietly put the glass hairpin Put it on the pillow, blow out the candle, "The disciple has retired."
The door of the inner hall slowly closed, the light from the crack of the door gradually disappeared, and the house fell into silence.
The lightly closed beautiful eyes slowly opened, and he held the Liuyun Zhuyue Glazed Hairpin in front of his eyes, and Ye Neng's eyes could clearly see the carving of each knife.
"Little Claw, your eyes are so beautiful, like light colored glass."
"Little Claw, look, I wear a light-colored glass hairpin, doesn't it match you well?"
"I'm too domineering and not suitable for Liuli. This light-colored Liuli should match a beauty."
The pale thin lips evoked an indistinct arc, Qingtong put the hairpin under the pillow, and closed his eyes tiredly.
The next day when he opened his eyes, the little hair ball did not appear by his bedside as usual. Mo Tianliao was a little surprised and got up and looked around.
"Uncle, what are you looking for?" Several second-generation disciples in charge came to report the matter, and when they saw Mo Tianliao wandering in the yard, they came forward to help.
"It's nothing." Mo Tianliao raised his head and motioned everyone to enter the room.
The tedious chores were quickly dealt with, and Mo Tianliao tapped on the table with two fingers: "The vulgarities in the cave are complicated, you do these things every day, and you will delay your cultivation without getting paid. I discussed it with Master, Set up a deacon hall in Ocheong-dong.”
It is not difficult to build a deacon hall, because the main sect has a deacon hall, just build a small one just like that one. The positions in the hall are rotated by disciples with high cultivation base and good character, and there are additional spiritual stones during the rotation period. .
With the establishment of the Deacon Hall, Mo Tianliao felt relaxed all of a sudden. He only came to trouble him every few days when there was something that could not be decided in the hall.
With free Mo Tianliao, he naturally had to concentrate on his cultivation.
Now that there are enough spiritual stones, the advanced level is guaranteed. According to the guidelines of "Burning Wood Technique", Mo Tianliao chopped down every kind of spiritual tree in the back mountain.
The wood-type spiritual power is abundant, and the fire-type spiritual power will also appear when burning wood. This is repeated alternately, and the cultivation base grows rapidly, but... Mo Tianliao looked at the fragrant cold spring fish in front of him and sighed.
Mo Xiaozuo has rarely appeared recently. He can't finish the things that are required to be grilled in "The Burning Wood", and the cold spring fish described in this chapter is that guy's favorite.
Mo Tianliao himself did not like to eat fish. He finally caught this precious cold spring fish. It was a pity to waste it.
The kitten is not in the back mountain, maybe it will be with the master.
In front of the main hall of Qingning Palace is a piece of green bamboo. In the bamboo forest, there are long couches, rocking chairs, chessboards, etc. made of bamboo, which are very elegant. The sun shines through the slender bamboos, it is not dazzling, it is very pleasant.
The rocking chair is covered with thick cushions, and the beauty in white leans on it, her eyes are lightly closed, and the sun radiates the fragrance of bamboo, making the light clothes warm and soft.
When Mo Tianliao came over, what he saw was such a lazy picture. The cold master squinted his eyes, enjoying the warm sunshine in the afternoon, and gave the white clothes a layer of gold, a little less. Indifference, a little more indescribable... seductive.
In a strange way, Mo Tianliao walked over with the grilled fish.
The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, a pair of beautiful eyes slowly opened, and the cold eyes swept over him, Qingtong slowly said: "What's the matter?"
"Tutor grilled a cold spring fish, thinking..." Seeing that those beautiful eyes light up a little when they heard "fish", Mo Tianliao gave the word "feed the cat" to his lips. Swallowed it, "I want to invite Master to taste a or two."
Qingtong snorted: "This seat has long been inedible."
Mo Tianliao smiled, dragged a small bamboo stool and sat down beside the rocking chair: "There is no conflict between eating food and eating food. After the disciple's previous life, he still eats food often. The road to immortality is long, if you give up even delicious food, why not? Not too boring."
As he spoke, he took apart the leaves, revealing the fragrant grilled fish inside.
The meat of the cold spring fish is fresh and tender. It is grilled on wood with abundant aura. It only needs to be lightly brushed with a layer of seasoning and it is delicious.
Qingtong glanced at the good-looking grilled fish, stretched out his hand, picked up a piece, and slowly put it into his mouth: "How about coming in to cultivate?"
"It's already at the eighth level of refining, and it will take a while to build the foundation." Mo Tianliao said honestly.
"Yeah." After swallowing a piece of fish, Qingtong raised his chin slightly.
Mo Tianliao followed and saw a set of tea set on the table, he immediately understood, put the fish beside the master, got up and dragged the tea table over. People in the right way pay attention to being single-minded and unfocused. Most people have no other hobbies except for cultivation, but magic cultivation is different.
The days of cultivating immortals are very long. In addition to refining tools, Mo Tianliao also studied a lot of messy things, such as the tea ceremony.
In his view, every drink and every peck is a practice, and the improvement of spiritual power is important, but the tempering of the state of mind is also indispensable.
Washing, brewing, brewing, whisking, and smelling, a set of movements is very pleasing to the eye, poured fragrant tea into the almost transparent white jade cup, and handed it to the master.
The white hand is holding the white jade cup, and it is almost impossible to distinguish the boundary between the two.
The rim of the white jade cup touched the pale thin lips, and it left with a touch. Qingtong raised his eyes and stared at Mo Tianliao coldly. With such hot tea, do you want to kill the master
The author has something to say: Master's eyes are black when they are in human form, otherwise they will be worn. The last chapter said that the eyes are like glaze, which refers to a transparent and clear state, not color _(:з"∠ )_
small theater:
Master: Go and make me tea
carpentry: good
Master: Go get me a blanket
carpentry: good
Master: Go and brush my hair
Woodworker: Good... Huh