Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment, and looked at the tiger skin blanket curiously. It was a high-level monster with abundant spiritual energy and vitality.
"What's the matter?" Qingtong put down the book in his hand, moved his feet, stepped on the tiger's head, and pressed the big hairy head down.
Mo Tianliao came back to his senses and looked left and right, but he couldn't see the shadow of the senior brother, and he couldn't ask the master, so it seemed that he was looking for someone, not to see the master, so he had to take out the cold sweat from his arms. Jade Box: "This is the fruit of concentration that the senior brother has worked so hard to find when he went out to practice. I asked me to bring it to the master."
The tiger lying on the ground turned his ears and secretly said that this junior brother is quite kind, so he lay on his stomach with peace of mind.
Qingtong raised his hand, picked up the excellent Sansang concentrating fruit in the jade box, and tapped the tiger's ears with his toes.
The big tiger raised his head, looked at the glamorous spiritual fruit in Master's hand, and blinked. Is this really the wrinkled fruit he brought back
Qingtong squeezed the fist-sized Sansang Concentration Fruit, and looked at it again and again. There seemed to be a lot of juice in the fruit, which was bigger than his mouth. Eating it directly would definitely stain his face. After thinking about it, he put it aside.
Seeing this, Mo Tianliao couldn't help but persuade: "Master, this fruit of concentration is better to eat while it's fresh." The fruit of concentration is like clay, it should be eaten while it is still wet, so that it can wrap the soul more perfectly and plasticize it. The resulting shell is stronger.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and brought the Concentrated Spirit Fruit over. Mo Tianliao took out a small knife and cut the Condensed Spirit Fruit into the size of an orange petal in three or two strokes, neatly placed it on a white jade plate, and presented it to the Master.
The big tiger stared at Mo Tianliao's method of cutting things, and the appearance of the dog's legs, and felt a bit of a toothache.
The cold and beautiful eyes looked back and forth between Yupan and Mo Tianliao, slowly stretched out his hand, picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth.
The soft pulp melted in the mouth, and the sweet juice entered the throat, which really relieved some of the dull pain in the head.
"Yanlie has seen Shishu." Yanlie, who was dressed in a bright wide-sleeved robe, walked in, bowed and saluted, his voice was calm, with a slight smile, which made people feel good.
Mo Tianliao stood up to avoid it.
"Yeah." Qingtong raised his hand slightly, signaling Yan Lie to forgive him.
"I have seen Senior Brother." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and greeted Yan Lie.
The big tiger under Qingtong's feet also echoed: "Ow..."
Yan Lie returned the salute with a smile, his peach blossom eyes turned into crescents, he walked over and touched the tiger's head, and then he raised his head and said, "That's it, the two Qingyunzong chops that my uncle killed last time at the foot of the mountain, Lie will kill them. Pushed to the Demon Gate."
Mo Tianliao remembered that at that time he killed the Qi cultivator of the Qingyun Sect with the big sword of the demon cultivator. What was it called
"Then He Xijiu is the grandson of the elder Yunsong of the Qingyunzong. After the Qingyunzong learned about this, he didn't say much, but the elder Yunsong was very angry." Yan Lie's eyes showed a bit of ridicule, but he couldn't support the wall. Dumb, this elder Yun Song still holds and pets him every day, because it is his only bloodline.
Immortal cultivators have a long lifespan, and when they want to ascend, it is best to cut off the ties of the world. Yan Lie does not understand why this Yunsong is paranoid about leaving blood.
"Just for face." Qingtong picked up another piece of the fruit of concentration and slowly ate it.
Whether it was for blood or for face, Elder Yunsong threatened to never give up, and had already brought people to Wo Yunzong. It is said that in order to find out the reason, I stopped by Wo Yunzong.
"The matter at the foot of the mountain has been dealt with properly, but Elder Yunsong is not easy to deal with, so I asked my uncle to make preparations early." Yan Lie took out a folding fan made of red jade for the bone silkworm, "That Yunsong is a wood attribute. The uncle is afraid that he will suffer a loss when confronted, this burning fan has stored my spiritual power for half a month, and the uncle can hold it in case of emergency."
Mo Tianliao frowned, this elder came to visit other sects, would he still have a fight
In the Demon Dao, Demon Venerables meet each other, and they fight each other even if they don't meet each other. Everyone has identities. Why is it that the right way to pay attention to face is to communicate in such a barbaric way
"No need," Qingtong pushed open the treasure fan. There are two fans, which are Yan Lie's spiritual treasures. "Is this seat afraid of him?"
Aquatic wood, the water-type Qingtong is naturally at a disadvantage to the upper-wood-type Yunsong, but Qingtong is not a simple water spirit root, but a mutant ice spirit root, which can completely kill him with an ice pick!
Hearing the words, Yan Lie didn't insist, put away the treasure fan, made a few more arrangements to welcome Yun Song, then got up and retire.
"Master, what is the current situation of the Qingyun Sect?" Mo Tianliao remembered that before his death, the Qingyun Sect was the number one sect, and he always behaved like a hypocrite.
"Three hundred years ago, Wo Yunzong was weak and was not strong enough to compete with the two sects. It's just that in the battle of the Valley of Ten Killings, Qingyunzong and Liuyunzong suffered heavy casualties, so it's inevitable that I'm in a hurry." Looking at Mo Tianliao, he lowered his eyes again.
Mo Tianliao was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that when he started killing people back then, it would have an impact on the forces in the righteous way, and he didn't know what the devil's way was now.
The big tiger was dizzy and yawned, lying on his side, stretching his limbs, revealing a white fluffy belly. The fair feet were lifted and moved to the warm belly.
Qingtong slowly finished eating all the Sansang Concentration Fruit, reached out and wiped the shiny fingertips clean by the maid in white, closed his eyes, raised his hand and chased people: "This seat is going to be closed for a few days, you can go now. ."
Mo Tianliao blinked, why did he retreat again
The beauty in white stood up, and the big tiger under her feet also stood up, shaking her hair.
Frequent retreats are not the right way to practice. You must know that it is also very important to improve your spiritual power, master your moves, and improve your mood. And to improve the state of mind, if you want to enter the world to practice. "Master..." Mo Tianliao couldn't help but want to remind Qingtong.
The cold and beautiful eyes looked over, with a bit of water light, it seemed that she was sleepy...
Mo Tianliao swallowed the words that came to his lips, and turned to say, "What is the name of this spirit beast of the master?" If the ferocious beast did not make a contract, it would not be able to play with people like Mo Xiaopaw. , in most cases, it is to tear people apart, so it is taken for granted that this big tiger should be the one the big brother said, the spirit beast of the master.
"Big fat." Qingtong waved his hand impatiently, turned around and went to the inner hall. Pidianpidian followed the big tiger running into the house. Hearing the name, he stumbled and was cut off by the door that slammed shut.
Mo Tianliao walked over and patted the big tiger's head. He suffered great changes in his childhood, and he could never let go of his guard against people, but he was always very patient with furry animals: "Okay, Fatty, Master is in retreat. Don't bother, come with me, I'll give you barbecue."
"Roar—" the big tiger roared at him.
"Shh, don't be noisy!" Mo Tianliao poked the tiger's head, turned and walked out of the main hall.
The sun is just right outside, and the warm light shines on the jade steps outside the Qingning Palace, which is very pleasant. Mo Tianliao lifted the hem of his clothes, sat on the jade steps, and patted the seat next to him: "Big fat, come, let's talk."
Banlan Hu rushed over, leaned on his shoulders and yelled in his ear, "Don't call me Big Fat!"
Mo Tianliao poked out his ears: "Okay, I know you are very happy, come and tell me, what does Master do in retreat on weekdays?"
Ordinary people's retreat, at least ten days and a half months, as many as three years and five years, which is like one's own master, retreats for two or three days.
The big tiger kicks its neck with its hind paws, and if I don't tell you, who made you rude to senior brother!
"The Sansang Concentration Fruit needs to be refined after eating it, but I don't know how..." Mo Tianliao frowned slightly. After eating the Heavenly Rank Spirit Fruit, there were more or less reactions. If he hadn't eaten it, he didn't know if there would be any discomfort.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was a problem with the hurried entry of the master just now. Mo Tianliao stood up suddenly, startling the big tiger who was licking his paws.
"Big fat, don't make a sound, I'm worried about Master, I have to go in and have a look." Mo Tianliao rubbed the big tiger, monsters can understand human words.
After explaining the big fat, Mo Tianliao walked to the door of the inner hall lightly, thought for a moment, and slowly pulled his soul away from his limbs.
The big tiger squatted behind Mo Tianliao, and was surprised to find that the man's sense of breath was getting weaker and weaker. In the end, he could hardly feel his existence.
Mo Tianliao raised his somewhat stiff wooden hand, slowly opened the door, and moved in step by step. If he didn't want to walk, he could put all his soul on the heavenly spirit, so in the eyes of the monks, he was a tree, and it was a trick to hide his whereabouts.
The inner hall was a little dark, the plain white curtains were tightly closed, and the room was quiet.
On the big bed in the center, there was one person lying quietly.
Mo Tianliao hooked his lips stiffly, as expected he was sleeping! Walking slowly, the soft cushions on the ground eliminated the footsteps very well, and the big tiger also squeezed in, and moved closer to the bed.
After seeing the person on the bed, Mo Tianliao was stunned.
The face is like a jade carving, it is cold and flawless, and the thin lips are lightly pursed, because just after eating the fruit, it shows a slightly moist pale pink, and the whole person looks a bit more beautiful than usual, not for anything else, just because of that end The ink-like long hair has now turned white!
If ordinary people have silver hair, they will definitely look old. Qingtong turns white hair and it looks even better, because it is not an old frosty white, but a faint milky white, which makes people feel strangely that it should be like this, and this snowy hair seems more suitable. That jade-like beauty.
A flash of light flashed by, something burst open in the sea of consciousness, Mo Tianliao stared at it for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembled and he wanted to touch the face, but he was caught by a sudden appearance. The tiger's head stood in the way.