The big tiger stood in front of the bed, and Mo Tianliao, who was approaching, bared his teeth silently, this junior brother is too bold! I actually want to be light and thin, Master! Don't die!
Mo Tianliao woke up, withdrew the outstretched hand, quietly looked at the beauty on the bed, the hand hidden in the sleeve slowly clenched into a fist, gradually stretched out the blue veins, and then slowly stretched out, as if something It didn't happen either, he turned to leave, and dragged the big tiger out.
Sansang Concentrated Spirit Fruit wraps the Divine Soul, during this time, the damaged Divine Soul is difficult to control, and may fall asleep for many days.
When he moved the jade slip recorded about the Heavenly Order Spirit Fruit, Mo Tian looked down, was it difficult for him to control himself
During the few days when Master was in "retreat", Mo Tianliao didn't bother anymore and concentrated on cultivating in the back mountain.
The cut fruit-scented wood is bent and punched with wood-based spiritual power, and then burned with a fire in the wood, which can burn out the fruity aroma to the greatest extent. He casually caught a Yanling sheep, plucked and killed it, and roasted it on the fire.
The Yanling sheep often jumps on the rocks, and only eats the spiritual grass with aura. The meat is delicious and there is no fishy smell. There is a layer of fat on the outside of the tender meat, and the fat is roasted on the fire, and the oil drips in the fire and stings.
Slowly brushing on a layer of sauce, Mo Tianliao looked at the white sheep's horn in his hand, took out a small carving knife, and slowly carved a beautiful face with picturesque eyebrows, thin lips, and eyes that seemed to be closed. close. The carving knife paused at the eyelid, but I don't know whether the cold eyes hidden here are as black as ink or as pale as glass...
"Yo, junior brother, barbecue!" An enthusiastic voice sounded from behind, pulling Mo Tianliao back from the wandering.
Meng Hu was practicing the exercises not far away, and the aroma of the roasted mutton was tantalizing.
"Senior Brother." Mo Tianliao put away the horns in his hands and raised his head to greet him.
"The craftsmanship is good," Meng Hu walked over, sat down on a stone with Mo Tianliao, looked at the roasted mutton dripping with oil, and said, "It seems that he has been earnestly practising the magic formula given by the master."
"Senior brother has also practiced this?" Mo Tianliao turned to look at him, remembering that some of the nephews and nephews had said that when he first entered the school, he also learned to chop trees and burn fire.
Meng Hu coughed dryly: "I'm a pure fire spirit. Back then, my master asked me to burn things to practice by myself. I thought that since I've burned it, it's better to burn something to eat..."
The louder he said, the quieter he was. Back then, he was cooking and eating in the back mountain every day, but when he was discovered by the master, he was forced to send a copy to the master every day, saying that it was to test the effect. It is estimated that he thinks that his practice is good, so he directly added the auxiliary practice of barbecue to the practice for his junior brother.
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows. Although Meng Hu didn't say anything, he had already guessed the reason. He shook his head in disbelief, took out a knife, and put the roasted mutton slices in the leaves.
"Hey, junior brother, don't be so polite, I'm not a master, so I don't pay attention to this." Meng Hu looked at the delicate meat slices, and felt that it was not enough to stuff his teeth.
Mo Tianliao ignored him, wrapped the leaves, put them aside, and handed the senior brother a kitchen knife. He clearly understood that this is not for you, and you want to cut it yourself.
"..." Meng Hu twitched the corners of his mouth, picked up the kitchen knife resignedly, chopped off a leg of lamb, hugged it and started chewing.
Mo Tianliao ate a few slices that were roasted and browned, looked at the big brother who was gnawing on oil, and asked casually, "Brother, how did the spirit of the master hurt?"
"Huh?" Meng Hu raised his head from the leg of lamb, blinked his eyes, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and wiped his greasy mouth, "I don't know about this, since I started, the spirit of Master has been there. If it is damaged, the sect master found all kinds of heaven and earth treasures for the master, but it can't be cured."
The big brother drooped his head, very depressed.
"Senior brother eat slowly, I will send this meat to Master," Mo Tianliao stood up and patted his head, "Senior brother, if there is nothing to do recently, can you come to Houshan to give me some tips?"
"No problem," Meng Hu nodded, and it was his responsibility to teach his younger brother. "You can wait for me here tomorrow."
After Mo Tianliao walked away and nibbled on the leg of lamb for a while, Meng Hu realized that his junior brother had patted him on the head just now! This is disrespectful to my brother! So, I took a hard bite of the leg of lamb, and I have to take care of my junior and brother tomorrow.
I went to Qingning Palace with roast lamb, and saw the beautiful teacher sitting in the yard basking in the sun, her long hair back to black.
Mo Tianliao didn't seem to know, he smiled and sat next to the rocking chair, opened the leaves, the fire-type spiritual energy was running in the palm of his hand, and the mutton was still warm and crispy.
"I have roasted some mutton, Master will try it." Mo Tianliao said softly after handing the leaves to Qingtong.
The slightly narrowed eyes opened, looking at the mutton of excellent quality, Qingtong frowned slightly: "This seat is already fasting, so I won't eat this."
Mo Tianliao smiled without saying much, and took out a handful of glass beads: "I practiced hand carving the day before yesterday, and I hope Master will not dislike it."
"What's the meaning of this?" The slender fingers raised, just touched the crystal beads, and paused again. How could anyone send the master glass beads
"It's not interesting, I think it looks good, I don't know who to give it to." Mo Tianliao fiddled with the beads in his hand for a while, picked one up, and popped it out. "Ping pong" sound.
Qingtong's slender hands on his legs instantly clenched the hem of his clothes, his cold eyes moved away, and he looked away, but his hands were still tightly clasped by the sound of the glass beads. Looking at him like this, Mo Tianliao felt distressed immediately, got up and picked up the glass beads, wiped them, and put them in Qingtong's hands together with the ones in his hands.
"I'm going to practice." Mo Tianliao got up and left without saying anything.
When the person left, Qingtong slowly opened his hand, and the crystal clear glass beads rolled in the palm of his hand. He stretched out a slender finger to fiddle with it for a moment, and pouted: "I don't like to eat something as stinky as mutton..."
The next day, Meng Hu really waited for Mo Tianliao on the spot, ready to teach his junior brother a lesson.
"I heard that Senior Brother is good at using big swords," Mo Tianliao looked at Senior Brother who was clenching his fists, and said without rushing or slowing down, "Recently, the spiritual power has grown smoothly, but there is no one to practice against each other in the moves."
"What's the difficulty, I will suppress the cultivation base to be the same as yours," Meng Hu heard the words, and immediately suppressed the cultivation base to the great perfection of qi training, leaving his treasured saber, and only took an ordinary magic weapon. Hutou Dao, "I haven't seen you for a few days, your cultivation has improved again."
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows. This senior brother didn't seem surprised that his cultivation had grown so fast. He lowered his eyes and took out a wooden sword.
"Junior brother, I changed the ordinary magic weapon to let you, what's the matter with your wooden sword?" Meng Hu was suddenly unhappy. In his opinion, the weak junior brother would be beaten down by him.
Mo Tianliao said nothing, grabbed a sword flower and attacked directly.
"Huh!" Meng Hu was startled, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it. The angle of the sword was so tricky that it almost stabbed him in the armpit, and he didn't dare to be careless.
In his previous life, Mo Tianliao had ordinary spiritual roots. In addition to smashing spiritual stones at no cost to increase his spiritual power, he practiced spells day and night, whether it was pure spiritual power spells or swordsmanship. And before he became famous, he learned from the old bastard, and it was all wicked tricks.
The wooden sword stabbed with the spirit fire, and at the moment when it was blocked, a thorny rattan emerged from the tip of the sword, poking straight at Meng Hu's eyes. Meng Hu raised his head to avoid it, held the rattan with his hand, and a fire dragon's fingertips burned back along the rattan.
Mo Tianliao resolutely gave up the flaming rattan, twisted up, and at the same time flicked his fingers, a small fire snake rushed out instantly, heading straight towards Meng Hu's crotch.
"Ow!" The crotch caught fire, Meng Hu jumped three feet high, rolled on the spot, sucked the fire into his palm, and threw it out with his backhand.
Mo Tianliao took the wooden sword to catch the flame, and the blue fire in the wood was jubilantly burning at the end of the sword.
"You are too insidious!" Meng Hu got up angrily.
"If you are fighting for life and death, why don't you talk about your demeanor?" Mo Tianliao didn't care, and let the wooden sword in Mu Zhonghuo's hand burn out.
Meng Hu felt very embarrassed about the fact that he even lost in the fight with his junior brother. The next day, he had to pull him for another round, but the result was another loss.
The resolute and unyielding senior brother became more and more brave in battle, and every day he grabbed Mo Tianliao to fight. Slowly, he stopped losing so fast, but he was still screaming with rage at Mo Tianliao's endless sinister moves. Mo Tianliao asked him to mention the cultivation base to the foundation, and the two barely fought a tie.
During the discussion with the senior brother, Mo Tianliao gradually practiced and coordinated the body of the divine wood, and also integrated some common moves from the previous life, and his cultivation base increased rapidly. Finally, on a sunny morning, the foundation was successfully established.
Building a foundation is the first step on the path to immortality. Accumulating a solid foundation will trigger a small-scale astronomical phenomenon.
In the morning of the original wind and calendar, suddenly dark clouds covered, a green light, a red light, turned into a meandering beam of light, suddenly vacated from the small courtyard of the side hall of Qingning Palace, reached the sky, and then disappeared.