The combination of turtles and snakes is called Xuanwu, and it is one of the four ancient beasts.
Mo Tianliao looked at the black snake pulled out by the kitten in surprise. He didn't expect that the real person Xuanji was a Xuanwu holy beast, but this appearance was a little different from the legend.
The black snake has a triangular head and looks very ferocious. It can be completely separated from the turtle shell. As soon as it climbed out, it was bitten by the cat seven inches.
"Hey - don't bite, don't bite, my nephew is watching." The long tail slapped the bamboo board Xiaoxie, but the kitten didn't want to let go. In desperation, it could only turn into a human shape.
The light flashed, and a black Taoist robe with a gloomy face stood in front of Mo Tianliao, but there was still a cat hanging around his neck.
Mo Tianliao couldn't help laughing and hugged his cat: "I have seen Shishu."
Xuanji touched his neck with lingering fears, and bent over to pick up the shell on the ground and put it in his arms. The originally soft robe suddenly had a layer of leather armor, which was connected at the joints.
The kitten jumped to the ground and turned into a real Qingtong: "What's the matter?"
These two senior brothers don't like to meet people. If there is nothing wrong, they will never come to visit.
"Then what, isn't it going to hold the three conferences?" Xuanji put his hands together and lowered his head for a while, "I don't want to go, can you bring my apprentices?"
The three conferences are grand events. There will be various competitions, and correspondingly there will be rich prizes. This is a good opportunity for cultivators to experience and observe and learn. Except for the sect hosted, the sect masters of other sects will not go, and usually send one or two elders of the gods with them.
Woyunzong's people are thin, and there are only two of them except the suzerain, and there are a few old monsters in town behind them, but they won't go out easily.
Qingtong glanced at the second senior brother: "You can take them there, as long as your apprentices are willing to follow me."
Xuanji choked for a moment, but he forgot about it, but in his opinion, as long as Qingtong agrees, the problem is not a big problem. If you don't want to, just beat it.
So, Xuanji left happily, and before leaving, he gave Qingtong a plate of hemp rope he had just twisted.
Qingtong turned around and was about to sit on the rocking chair, but found that Mo Tianliao, the scoundrel, was already nestled in the rocking chair and looked at him with a smile.
"Get up!" Qingtong walked over and kicked the disciple's calf who dared to occupy the master's throne.
Mo Tianliao refused to get up, and patted his thigh: "Come and sit, I will make a cushion for you."
Originally it was just a joke, Mo Tianliao was waiting to be knocked to the ground by Uncle Cat, but unexpectedly Qingtong looked at him, came over, and sat on his lap, leaning on Mo Tianliao's body.
The warm body with the fragrance of sunshine, so unguardedly attached to him, lying on his back on the chest of the meat pad, the soft top of his hair just rubbed against Mo Tianliao's chin.
Mo Tianliao slowly stretched out his hand in front of him and gently circled him, feeling a little hot in his body, and his throat was starting to dry, but he was not willing to let it go, he coughed dryly, and planned to talk and divert his attention: "The real Xuanji is actually a Xuanwu, One of the Four Divine Beasts."
"Well," Qingtong responded lazily, "This seat is also a divine beast."
"What mythical beast?" Mo Tianliao smiled and held his hand to play. Such a small hairball could be a mythical beast, could it be a cat god
"White tiger." Qingtong pulled out his hand and pressed it on Mo Tianliao's hand.
Mo Tianliao pressed the white hand with his backhand, and was quickly pressed back again. The two played "paws up" in such a boring way. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "White tiger?" How can a pure white cat be a white tiger? If it was a tiger boy, where did the lines on his body go
"Why, don't believe it?" The hand that was held was turned out, and five sharp claws were stretched out at the same time.
"Believe, how can you believe it." Mo Tianliao laughed dryly. There was always a discrepancy between legend and reality. He knew this, but the discrepancy was too great.
Legend has it that after the creation of the world, Qinglong, Suzaku, Baihu, and Xuanwu guarded the Quartet, guarded the still unstable interface, and killed monsters outside the world. Then what kind of magnificent era? The giant dragon is in the clouds, the phoenix is flying in the sky, all in all, the four beasts should be extremely ferocious.
It is hard to imagine that when the monsters outside the world rushed over, what they saw was a white tiger with a big slap and no stripes, or a basalt running away from its shell...
"In fact, the four beasts have their own ethnic groups, but too many died in ancient times. When the battle between the immortals and demons came, there were not many left on the mainland except for those who soared. Now, there should be only one of each type." Qing Tong yawned, it was already three poles in the sun when they got up, it was close to noon, the sun was getting warm, and they would be sleepy when they were in the sun.
"Then, your parents..." Mo Tianliao took out a thin blanket from the storage bracelet and covered him. It was approaching late autumn, and even at noon, the wind was a little cold.
"Dead." Qingtong replied simply, closing his eyes slightly.
Mo Tianliao was silent for a moment, then hugged the person in his arms tighter.
"I'm not as miserable as you," Qingtong felt the tightness of the arms around him, knowing that this person was thinking again, when he was in the magic palace, Mo Tianliao told him about his past, "I haven't seen him. After them, I was still an egg."
No matter what kind of monsters, they are born from eggs, even white tigers are no exception. When Qingtong's parents died, his master hatched it.
"Where are Qinglong and Suzaku?" Mo Tianliao asked casually, thinking that those two might not be something strange, right
Qingtong turned his face to the side, rubbed against Mo Tianliao's chest, and yawned a little: "Qinglong is still alive, I have never seen Suzaku." After speaking, he fell asleep in a daze.
"Why do you want to go back to sleep when you just woke up?" Mo Tianliao reached out and picked up the hemp rope at his feet, "There are so many hemp ropes, you can make something bigger, do you want a swing or a climbing frame?"
"Well, I want a swing with a climbing frame." Qingtong raised his hand and scratched the hair on one end of the hemp rope.
"Master Shizun!" Just as he was talking, Meng Hu, who was returning from the trip, ran over while shouting, "Sect Master..." Before he finished speaking, he was stunned. What he saw, Shizun, actually, lying down On the body of the little brother! Although the master often sleeps on him, he always feels that this is a little different from that, but it is impossible to say what is wrong.
"Noisy, what a formality." Qingtong turned to look at the stupid apprentice.
Meng Hu scratched his head, but still got down to business: "Sect Master asked Mo Xiong to pick up Lang Zi."
Lang Zi, the youngest apprentice of Master Tianlang, was actually Tianlang's son. He had been kept in Qingtong's master's house and brought back occasionally. Counting the days, the child is almost stable and can live in Woyunzong for a long time.
"Yeah." Qingtong responded, saying that he understood, ignoring the eldest apprentice's staring eyes.
"Master, I want to go too, I haven't seen Shizu yet." Meng Hu squatted beside the rocking chair, grabbed Qingtong's knees, and winked at the second junior brother behind Shizun.
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows, Qingtong's master is still in the world
Qingtong raised his hand and gave his stupid apprentice a slap: "You are going to the Three Sect Conference with me."
Cultivators usually do not separate from their spiritual pets for too long. The three conferences are held for two months. As a high-level cultivator, they naturally have to bring their spiritual pets with them. And the spiritual pet declared by the real person of Qingtong to the outside world has always been a colorful tiger.
When Senior Brother heard the words, he immediately fainted, shrugged his head and prepared to leave, suddenly remembered something, turned around and gave Mo Tianliao a small storage bag: "Junior Brother, this is the one who sold that Spirit Sword. money."
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Mo Tianliao caught it with a smile, stuffed the bag into the storage bracelet, and continued to wrap his arms around Master's waist and play with him.
Qingtong explained to Meng Hu what he was going to bring to the Three Sect Conference, and drove him away.
Meng Hu walked out of the bamboo forest and realized what was wrong. He used to be a cushion for his master, and he was careful not to move, and he would be beaten if he moved. Hey, young people, you are always full of energy, and you will know how hard you will be if you do more in the future.
Meng Hu walked away with his hands behind his back.
The next day, Mo Tianliao was assigned by the master to Woxuan Cave and asked who would follow the master to the three conferences.
There was a dead silence in Woxuan Cave, only Xuanji sat on the waterside pavilion, twisting the hemp rope alone.
"Uncle," Mo Tianliao walked over and saluted him, looking at the twisted hemp rope and twitching the corners of his mouth, he really couldn't understand Xuanji's strange hobby, "Master asked me to ask, that senior is willing to follow Master, go to the three conferences."
When he mentioned this, Xuanji frowned. Those three scoundrels, just after he finished speaking yesterday, all ran away without a trace. Standing up, Xuanji put a finger to his lips and whistled towards the lake. After a while, ripples appeared on the lake, a turtle shell slowly emerged, and then a head stuck out.
A multicolored butterfly the size of two palms hovered and flew over and landed on the head of the big turtle, letting the turtle carry it to the waterside.
"Where's Yuli?" Xuanji glared at the butterfly-topped turtle, "The junior brother from Woqing Cave is here, let's see what you guys look like."
A big silver carp jumped out of the water and instantly turned into three apprentices, Yuli, and jumped onto the water pavilion: "Master, I am here."
Mo Tianliao looked at these guys calmly. Yesterday, his cat had told him that there was something in the sect. The big turtle should be Yuanhai, the first disciple of Xuanji, the guy who is always reading books slowly in the ten thousand volumes of blessing; and the flower butterfly is the love of flowers, I just asked if the water-like concentration pill is ready today; as for Yuli, Needless to say, when I saw him being so afraid of Qingtong, I guessed that this guy was either a mouse or a fish.
"How did you think about what I told you yesterday?" Xuanji stood beside the water pavilion with his hands behind his back.
Hua Butterfly flew up and circled him twice, trying to speak, but the Butterfly couldn't cry, so he could only become a human: "Master, I have to go, otherwise the medicine pills will not be sold in the future. The price is high, but..." As an alchemist, he must participate in the alchemy competition at the conference. Pills are the same as magic weapons. Only a famous alchemist can sell them at a high price.
Xuanji nodded, it was the two apprentices who knew the importance.
"But the disciple is worried, he has already been slapped down by the uncle before he arrives at the Floating Cloud Sect." Hua Qing squatted on the ground, holding his head, he could not be absent among the brothers, but it was too much to go with the uncle. Dangerous.
Xuanji frowned slightly: "It's useless, where's Yuan Hai?"
Yuan Hai climbed up and said slowly, "Uncle Shi hates that I can't take off the shell, and always wants to pry it open for me." After speaking, he shrank his head, and would rather not go than be alone with Uncle Shi.
Mo Tianliao twitched the corners of his mouth, Xuanji also felt embarrassed, and shouted loudly: "Yu Li, you..."
"Master!" Before Yu Li could wait for his master to finish speaking, he knelt on the ground and hugged Master's leg, "You can't let your disciple die!"
The three apprentices were talking, but they all started to cry together, it was a miserable one.
"Then, my little nephew will come back tomorrow." Mo Tianliao tried his best to control the corners of his mouth that kept twitching, and saluted and resigned.
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