Mo Tianliao was stared inexplicably: "Master, but the tea doesn't fit?"
Qingtong ignored him, a layer of white mist emerged from his fingertips, and instantly froze the tea to ice, and then he raised his hand to drink it again.
"Wait!" Mo Tianliao grabbed Master's hand, the slightly cool hand was like warm jade, and the touch was smooth and tender. Zhan, "Master doesn't like hot drinks?"
The cold and beautiful eyes looked at him quietly, without saying or moving.
Seeing it tickled by that gaze, Mo Tianliao coughed lightly, pinched himself secretly, raised his hand to re-brew a cup of tea, used two jade cups to turn it upside down, and quickly blew the tea until it was warm before putting it on again. Pass the cup.
A few days ago, there was no Hanyu bowl, so he filtered tea like this for his uncle cat to drink. Mo Xiaozuo didn't like Heshan spring water, so he liked to drink the tea in his cup, and if it got hot, he would lose his temper.
Master is just like a cat... Mo Tianliao rolled his eyes, watched those pale thin lips lightly parted, and slowly drank the tea, feeling inexplicably satisfied in his heart.
After gaining strength in his previous life, Mo Tianliao never flattered anyone again, except for the uncle cat who was "I am the only one in the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies". Now, facing such a master, he couldn't help but want to please him.
Demon cultivators pay attention to doing whatever they want.
"What are you looking at!" Just as he was stunned, he was suddenly slapped on the back of the head. Mo Tianliao slammed forward and patted the slapped head. Only then did he realize that it was very disrespectful to stare at the master. .
"Teacher is rude, Master, don't blame..." Mo Tianliao added another cup of tea to Master, picked up the grilled fish, and used the fire energy in the palm of his hand to warm the cold fish again, and handed it to the beautiful Master. before.
Don't bother to pay attention to this scoundrel, Qingtong picked up a piece of cold spring fish again.
"Disciple Yuli, I have seen Uncle Shi." A trembling voice sounded just as the fish slices entered.
Mo Tianliao turned around and saw a fair-skinned and thin boy who was bowing to his master, looking very nervous. Recalling the names of the disciples in each cave, if I guessed correctly, this should be the direct disciple of Zhenren Xuanji, the third-ranked senior brother Yuli.
Qingtong raised his eyes, swallowed the fish meat, stretched out a little pink tongue tip, and rolled a bit of seasoning on his thin lips into his mouth.
When the young Yuli saw his uncle's action, he couldn't help trembling even more. His own senior and second senior brothers were afraid of uncle, and pushed him out every time. Those two guys never thought about it, he was the one who was most afraid of uncle. the one!
"What's the matter?" Qingtong looked at this nephew with interest.
"That, that..." Yu Li swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, and finished speaking without raising his head, "Senior Brother Mo Xiong from the sect master's sect and Senior Brother Meng Hu from his uncle's sect have just returned to the sect. When I saw the suzerain in Wotiandong, my teacher sent my little nephew to report."
"Understood." Qingtong responded lightly, waved his hand to let the general nephew who had lost his strength after speaking to leave.
The Yuli boy gave another salute as if he was being forgiven, took a few steps back, turned around and ran away. From the beginning to the end, he never saw Mo Tianliao, and naturally he didn't care that Mo Tianliao didn't greet him.
Mo Tianliao watched it interestingly and wondered why Yuli was so afraid of his master.
"Teacher, go to Wotian Cave to meet Senior Brother." Seeing that his master didn't want to get up and take a look, Mo Tianliao took the initiative to mention going there. Just wait, you have to get along well with this senior brother. After all, that cultivator is already a late-stage Jindan, and will soon be able to advance to Nascent Soul.
"No need," Qingtong raised his hand, ate the last piece of fish, took the white silk handkerchief handed over by the maid in white, and wiped his fingers, "He will come back before you go."
The senior brother is already a Jindan cultivator. Yu Jian crossed the Hongqiao and ran over in a few steps. When Mo Tianliao walked to Wotian Cave, they might have come back and beat the master for a long time.
Mo Tianliao scratched his head, then followed his master to be lazy and sat still. The white-clothed maid took the cloth towel, cleaned up the fish bones and leaves, and disappeared as quickly as the Tathagata came.
Sure enough, within a quarter of an hour, someone rushed through the bamboo forest and came over.
The man was tall and tall, with upright facial features, walking with dragons and tigers, and arrogant. A pair of eyes are big and round, looking a little fierce, it should be the big brother Meng Hu.
"Master!" As soon as he turned around the bamboo bridge and saw the beautiful woman sitting in the rocking chair, Meng Hu couldn't help but make a sound, ran to the rocking chair in three or two steps, knelt on the ground with a thud, and kowtowed three times. "The disciple is back."
Mo Tianliao quickly got up and avoided it.
He glanced coldly at the big head beside his legs, raised his hand slowly, and slapped it on it: "I still know how to come back!"
"Hey..." Meng Hu touched the back of his head, raised his head and said with a smile, "Mo Xiong was slightly injured, so he was delayed on the road."
Qingtong glanced at the stupid apprentice who laughed stupidly, and waved his hand to get him up.
Meng Hu jumped up and turned his head to see Mo Tianliao standing on the side. He stretched out his long arms and grabbed Mo Tianliao who was about to greet him. He stretched out his thick hand and patted his back cheerfully. . "This is the new second junior brother, haha, he looks very strong!"
Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth, this man knocked on his back, just to try him out? Looking up, he showed a kind smile and said, "Mo Tianliao, I have seen senior brother."
"Okay," Meng Hu's round tiger eyes burst into a smile upon hearing this, "My name is Meng Hu, we will be brothers in the future, feel free to speak up if you have anything to do."
After waiting for over a hundred years to come to this junior brother, the senior brother was very happy, he took out a small storage bag and stuffed it into Mo Tianliao as a gift: "Let's play with it." Come on, don't let those guys bully you.
Mo Tianliao took the storage bag and glanced at it with his divine sense. There were quite a few strange things in it. It must have been obtained by this senior brother who went out to practice. He silently looked at the person with the face of "Brother will cover you from now on" and felt that This senior brother is a bit stupid, maybe he can bully him.
In the evening, Mo Tianliao fetched water in the yard to water the peach tree.
It's already autumn, the peach trees are starting to lose their leaves, and some of the small branches have withered. Mo Tianliao grabbed the dead branch with one hand, trying to break it off, but suddenly felt wood-based spiritual energy surging towards the branch from his fingertips.
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Mo Tianliao simply pinched the dead branch and poured wood-type spiritual energy into it. It is said that people with the wood-type spiritual root can practice a trick "withered trees meet spring", that is, they can make the withered plants come alive again, because pure wood-type spiritual power itself is a kind of vitality of plants and trees.
However, this trick is not very useful, because "withered trees meet spring" can only revive some ordinary grass and trees, but it is not very useful for those spiritual trees with strong spiritual energy.
Sure enough, the dead branch absorbed the wood-type spiritual energy, and quickly regained its vitality and became moist. Mo Tianliao was about to withdraw his hands in a bored manner, but found that the dead branch was not only alive, but the nodules on the branches, A few sprouts popped up!
"Huh?" Mo Tianliao leaned over in surprise to see that it was autumn, even if this branch survived, shouldn't it sprout
"Junior Brother!" Before he could figure it out, he heard the passionate voice coming from behind, Mo Tianliao slowly turned around, and saw a big head on the high fence. It was fresh Big brother released.
Meng Hu's yard is right next to him. He knew it from the time he moved in, but no one lived there, he almost forgot.
"Senior brother." Mo Tianliao broke off the branch, broke it three or two times, threw it on the ground, and walked over to give a light salute.
"Hey, don't be so troublesome, Master doesn't like these red tapes, so don't be so polite between our brothers," Meng Hu waved his hands and jumped over the fence, "Come on, senior brother has something to do. I'll discuss it with you." As he said that, he pulled Mo Tianliao into the room involuntarily.
"What's the matter?" Mo Tianliao asked casually, sitting at the table.
"Since Shizun accepts you as a disciple, then there must be a reason to trust you, and I won't ask any more." Meng Hu waved one hand, and the door was immediately closed, and a layer of restrictions was placed, which isolated the people in the room. sound.
Mo Tianliao lowered his hand, and a row of dead wood thorns appeared between his fingers, but he did not understand the expression on his face, and said with a smile: "Senior brother has something to say, but it doesn't matter."
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Big wet brother: Master, I have a question
Master: say
Big wet chest: Junior brother has no hair, why can he enter my teacher's door
Master: (stretching out his claws, stabbing, stabbing)
Big wet chest: Ow, grab the board, I want it too!
Master: (raises his claws, slaps flying)
Since then, the woodworker and the big wet chest have changed from a chance encounter to a life-and-death relationship...