Mo Tianliao walked out of the book tower with the kitten in his arms, frowning slightly. Now it seems that the generation of disciples who can see monsters at will must have seen Mo Xiaopao, and they don't think there is anything wrong with him running around holding a monster. Sure enough, it is a large sect, rich and powerful, and there are hordes of monsters.
Looking down at the little ball of fur that was leisurely playing with his claws, Mo Tianliao smiled slightly, at least the little claws had a good life in the sect these years, he was not locked in a cage, and he was not forced to make a blood contract. Come to think of it, most monks prefer ferocious monsters, so they can have a helper when facing the enemy. If you find a cat man...
The elixir room of Hua Qing was in Woxuan Cave, and Mo Tianliao walked in with the jade card of his own disciple.
As soon as I passed the Hongqiao, I heard the sound of water, and when I entered the cave, I saw a blue lake. There are nine-curved bridges made of black spar, which are crisscrossed and run through the lake from all directions. In the middle of the lake is the main hall of Woxuan Cave, where Zhenren Xuanji lives all year round.
Mo Tianliao put the cat into his arms, grabbed a second-generation disciple and asked.
"Second Master Uncle's pill room is over there, the disciple will take you there." The second-generation disciple took Mo Tianliao to a small valley in the east.
Among the three caves, flying with swords is not allowed. Walking on the Jiuqu Bridge on the lake, people are dizzy when they go around.
"Crash-" A huge turtle shell appeared on the lake, Mo Tianliao turned to look, but the turtle shell had sunk and disappeared.
"Does this lake raise monsters?" Mo Tianliao was a little surprised. Did he just show the monsters to second-generation disciples and ordinary inner disciples
"No, just this one," the second-generation disciple smiled embarrassedly, "that's the monster beast of the cave master. He doesn't like to meet people, and at most it shows half of its shell, it's fine."
Across the lake, a clear stream flows out from the mountain stream, and in the center of the stream is a row of round stones. The second-generation disciple said that he could enter the valley by walking along the stones in the stream, and he could only send it here.
The valley is very quiet. Unexpectedly, there are no spiritual grasses and trees, just flowers all over the mountains and fields, and the purple and red are very beautiful. Now that winter is approaching, this valley is as warm as spring, with a hundred flowers blooming.
There is a thatched hut at the end of the valley, and green smoke billows from the chimney from time to time.
"Om—" An invisible barrier blocked Mo Tianliao's way.
A colorful figure suddenly came out of the thatched hut, stepped on the flowers like a paddling across the water, and instantly floated in front of Mo Tianliao: "Yo, Junior Brother Mo, what wind is blowing you?" He raised his hand and lifted the restraint , let Mo Tianliao in.
"Teacher brother." Entering the ban, the pleasant fragrance of flowers came to my face.
"Sneeze—" The kitten in her arms sprayed paint, poked her clothes, looked left and right, and sneezed again.
Hua Qingzheng smiled brightly, and when she looked back at the white kitten, she stiffened for a moment: "You, what are you polite?"
There is no alchemy today, and the alchemy furnace is processing some materials. Hua Qing asked Mo Tianliao to sit first, take out the things in the furnace, and put them on the table to smash them. The heated material is squeezed out of black juice, giving off a sweet smell.
Mo Tianliao frowned slightly. Although he was not very good at medicine pills, the juice was obviously poisonous, and it didn't look like it was necessary for medicine concocting.
"Do you know what this is?" Hua Qing poured out a few pills, soaked them in the black juice, and the red pill was immediately dyed dark blue, "This is fun, after eating it, the president will grow Green hair!"
Long green hair... long green hair!
"This is the birthday gift I plan to give to the senior brother," Hua Qing was very proud, and divided several pills into three bottles, and stuffed one bottle to Mo Tianliao, "Whoever sees it has a share, this is for you. ."
Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth, what did he want a medicinal herb that could grow green hair
"Meow!" The kitten jumped out of Mo Tianliao's arms and hung on the colorful hem of Hua Qing's clothes.
Hua Qing immediately jumped on the spot twice: "Master... Junior Brother, hold... the cat over first."
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows, this Senior Brother Hua is actually afraid of cats? "Senior brother, I want to go to the Lingcao Garden to have a look."
"Ling, Lingcao Yuanzi, go to Bai Luo, I only have medicinal pills here... Ah, take it away!" Hua Qing almost cried.
But it turned out that Hua Qing was different from other alchemists. Regardless of alchemy, all the spiritual grasses and trees in the sect were under the jurisdiction of Bai Luo, who was under the sect master's sect. Whatever spiritual grass was needed for alchemy, just go to Bai Luo to get it.
Mo Tianliao was a little surprised, and took the kitten into his arms and smoothed it out. Just at this moment, the magic circle in the valley was buzzing again, and it was as if the flowers were fleeing to open the door.
When an outsider came, Mo Tianliao hid the cat again. The person who came was not a stranger. It was the Tianlinggen youth who entered the door with Mo Tianliao and was collected by the real person Xuanji. It seemed that his name was Cheng Xi.
"Master asked me to come and get something." Cheng Xi smiled cleverly, followed Hua Qing and called "Second Senior Brother" very sweetly. He looked up and saw Mo Tianliao who was standing in the thatched hut, his face suddenly changed. Changed, raised his chin slightly.
It's this nasty double spirit root waste again! Cheng Xi pouted, ignoring Mo Tianliao.
Mo Tianliao naturally saw the disdain of this young man, and secretly laughed in his heart, as if inadvertently, he raised the small bottle in his hand and said, "Thank you Senior Brother Hua for the medicine pill, so I will leave first."
Hua Qing wanted him to leave quickly, but he didn't hold back a word.
But Cheng Xi saw the celadon vial, secretly clenched his fists, raised his hand and tugged at Huaqing's sleeve: "Senior brother, you gave the pills to the people in other holes, why didn't you give it to me?"
Turning his back to his Hua Qing, he rolled his eyes, turned his face with a smile, picked up a bottle and handed it to him: "If you want, take it and play with it."
Cheng Xi was rejoicing in his heart, knowing that Hua Qing was a well-known "Scorching Flower Alchemist" in the righteous way. The medicinal pills he refined were hard to find, and all of them were not ordinary, even if they were hand-made gadgets. It is very precious to him.
So, the young Cheng Xi took the things that the master wanted and the precious medicinal pills presented by the senior brother, and left happily.
After a busy day with no results, and seeing the sunset, Mo Tianliao decided to go to Bai Luo to see the spirit grass tomorrow, and returned to Qingning Palace first. Didn't see Master, the kitten in his arms jumped down and ran, and didn't sleep with him, so he had to go back to the small courtyard angrily.
As soon as he walked to the front of the courtyard, he saw several disciples from the Deacon Hall waiting for him, Mo Tian frowned: "Your master has come back, you don't need to come to me in the future."
Several disciples looked at each other in dismay, wondering: "Reporting to Shishu, Master said that you manage better than him, and he will not care about this in the future."
Today, Meng Hu learned that the younger brother from home has managed the mundane affairs in the entire cave in an orderly manner in the past few months, and is not inferior to that guy Yan Lie. Now, whatever you say, you must continue to hand over this important task to your junior and junior brothers.
The eldest brother, who had nothing to do, went to Qingning Palace to find a master.
The inner hall of Qingning Palace is brightly lit, reflecting the decorations in the room. Thick plain-colored cushions covered the room, and the snow-white kitten lay lazily in the center, almost blending in with the cushions. If it wasn't for Meng Hu's good eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to spot it.
Taking off his shoes, he walked over in three or two steps and rushed in front of the kitten, "My disciple pays respects to Master."
The kitten opened its eyes lazily and yawned.
Meng Hu scratched his head, turned over and rolled, a yellow light flashed, and a large and colorful tiger half a zhang long appeared on the cushion. "Master, let's roll!"
Ignoring the stupid suggestion, Mo Xiaopaoyi stood up happily, stretched out, and jumped onto the big tiger's head. It's a bit cold, but it's still warm to sleep on the tiger skin blanket.
"Master, Junior Brother, he doesn't seem to be a demon cultivator, but he's not a human either." The big tiger didn't dare to move around with the small hair ball on his head, and lay on his stomach honestly.
"Yeah." Qingtong flicked his tail.
"He's very good at taking care of the common things, he doesn't look like a hairy boy who just started." The big tiger spread out its claws and looked like a tiger-skin blanket from a distance.
After talking for a long time, without getting a response, Meng Hu moved his ears, felt even breathing on his head, shut his mouth consciously, and just lay on his stomach as a blanket for Master all night.
The next day, Mo Tianliao didn't find the kitten, so he went to find Bai Luo by himself.
Most of the spiritual grasses in the sect are planted in the Blessed Land of Herbs, and there are new disciples with wood-type spiritual roots, and some will be sent here to take care of the spiritual grasses.
The Hundred Herbs Blessed Land is divided into several areas. The outside is ordinary spiritual grass, which can be taken care of by ordinary disciples. The rare spiritual grass and wood are grown inside, which must be taken care of by special inner disciples. As for the innermost medicine garden , only one generation of direct disciples and three cave masters can enter.
In the medicine garden, several thousand-year-old trees obscured the sky and the sun, and countless exotic flowers and plants, because of the abundant spiritual power, emanated a little spiritual light from time to time, which was really beautiful.
Bai Luo, who was wearing a white outfit, was squatting in the flower path, looking at a spirit grass with a sad face. The spirit grass was shaped like a sword, with straight branches, but... no leaves. To be precise, only the leaves and stems were left, and the leaves were devoured by something, and there was not a single one left.
"Hahaha, you're in trouble again," a loud voice sounded from behind, and when he turned around, he saw Zi Mo, who was smiling and gloating over the misfortune. How many times have I passed you, and my cravings have taken it easy, and I have eaten all the leaves, how can I live?"
Bai Luo glared at him and said nothing.
"Come on, eat a chicken leg," Zi Mo said, taking out a roast chicken from his sleeve, "This is Master's favorite sword leaf grass, if it breaks, it will be swallowed by Master! Come, The little rabbit is good, eat meat, eat enough to go on the road."
Bai Luo clenched his fists and couldn't bear it any longer. He slapped the chicken leg with a slap and threw him across his shoulders to the ground while holding Zi Mo's collar. Raising his hand was a punch.
"Bai Luo, I'm your senior brother!"
"It was you!"
"Ouch!"
When Mo Tianliao came in, he saw two senior brothers, one riding on the other, and the people below were struggling and gasping for breath.
The two who were pinching hard felt that someone was coming, and they moved for a while, the upper one pressed the lower wrist, the lower one pressed against the upper chest, and turned back stiffly.
"Continue, the two of you, I'll come back another day." Mo Tianliao turned around on the spot and went back the same way.
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