The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post

Chapter 27: Building base

The big tiger is in front of the bed, and Mo Tianyi, who is trying to get close, silently fangs, and this younger brother is too daring! I want to be light and thin! Don't kill!

Mo Tianqi woke up, retracted the hand that stretched out, and looked at the beauty on the bed quietly. The hand hidden in the sleeve slowly held into a fist, gradually stretching out the blue veins, and slowly stretching out, as if Did not happen in general, turned and left, and smashed the big tiger out.

Sansang condensate fruit wraps the soul of the gods. In the meantime, the damaged soul is difficult to control, and may sleep for many days.

Moved the switch to the jade slip recorded in the Tianling Lingguo, Mo Tianyi is eye-catching, is it difficult to control itself?

A few days after the teacher retired, Mo Tianyi did not bother to disturb and concentrate on practicing in the mountains.

The fruitwood that has been cut down is bent with a wooden spirit and then burned with a needle in a wood fire. The fruit flavor can be burned to the utmost extent. I grabbed a rock-necked sheep, plucked it and slaughtered it, and grilled it on the fire.

Yanling sheep often jump on the mountain rock, only eat the aura of the aura, the meat is delicious, there is no suffocation. There is a layer of fat on the outside of the tender meat. The fat is roasted on the fire, the oil is dripping in the fire, and the thorn is rattling.

Slowly brushing a layer of sauce, Mo Tianyi looked at the white horns in his hand, pulled out a small knife, slowly carved a beautiful face, eyebrows, thin lips and scorn, a pair of eyes like awkward Hey. The knife is slightly in the eyelids, but I don’t know if the cold eyes hidden in it are black as ink or light glass...

"Hey, younger brother, barbecue!" A warm voice rang from behind, pulling Mo Tianyi back from the tour.

Meng Huben did not practice in the distance. The smell of roast lamb was hooked for a while. It was impossible to cultivate. He had to come over and look for the things that caused the demons. He found that his younger brother was sitting next to the fire.

"Master," Mo Tianyi put away the horn in his hand and looked up and greeted him.

“It’s a good craft,” Meng Hu walked over and sat down on a stone with Mo Tianqi. He looked at the roast lamb that was constantly dripping. “It seems that he has been seriously practicing the law that the Master has given.”

"Master brothers have also practiced this?" Mo Tianyi turned to look at him, remembering that several masters said that when the master was introduced, he also learned to cut trees and burn fire.

Meng Hu coughed a cry: "I am a pure fire root. In the past, Master respected me to cook things and cultivate myself. I thought that since it burned, it is better to burn something to eat..."

The more the voice is said, the more he burned things in Houshan every day, and he was discovered by the master. He was forced to give a copy to the teacher every day, saying that it was the test result. It is estimated that he is doing a good job in such cultivation. He added the accompanying practice of barbecue to the teacher’s practice.

Mo Tianqi raised his eyebrows. Although Meng Hu did not say it, but he had already guessed it, he shook his head in tears and laughed, took out a knife, and put the roasted lamb slices down in the leaves.

"Hey, my brother, don't be so polite, I am not a teacher, don't pay attention to this." Meng Hu looked at the delicate piece of meat and felt that it was not enough.

Mo Tianyi ignored him. He wrapped the leaves and put them aside. He handed the master a kitchen knife. The meaning was very clear. This is not for you. I want to eat myself.

"..." Meng Hu smoked his mouth and smacked his knife. He cut a leg of lamb and hugged him.

Mo Tianyi took a few slices of roasted yellow to eat, and looked at the man who was full of mouthfuls of oil, and asked inadvertently: "How is the soul of the master, how is it hurt?"

"Hey?" Meng Hu raised his head from the leg of the lamb, blinked, swallowed the meat in his mouth, and wiped a mouthful of oil. "This, I don't know, I got started from the entrance, the spirit of the master has already Loss, the Sovereign found a variety of heaven and earth treasure for the Master, but also can not cure."

The master brother was pulling his head and was very depressed.

"The brothers slowly eat, I sent this meat to the master," Mo Tianqi stood up and patted the head of the master. "If the brothers have nothing to do in the near future, can you often come to Houshan to point me to some moves?"

"No problem," Meng Hu nodded and taught his brother to be his responsibility. "Tomorrow this time, you are waiting for me here."

When Mo Tianqi walked away and took a leg of lamb for a while, Meng Hu reacted. The younger brother just shot his head! This is a disrespect to the brothers! So, bite a leg of lamb, and I have to clean up the younger brother tomorrow.

Holding the roast lamb to the Qingning Palace, I saw that the beauty master was sitting in the yard and sunning, and the long hair was restored to the ink color.

Mo Tianqi did not seem to know the general, smiled and sat next to the rocking chair, opened the leaves, the palms of the hand have been running with fire, the lamb is still warm and crisp.

"Grilled some mutton, Master respected it." The leaves were handed to the front of the Qing Dynasty, and Mo Tian whispered softly.

The slight beauty of the eyes opened, look at the excellent lamb, the Qing dynasty slightly frowning: "This seat has already set a valley, do not eat this."

Mo Tianxiao smiled, did not say much, and found a glass of beads: "The day before the practice of hand-carving, but also hope that the master respects."

"What is this?" The slender fingers lifted up, just hit the crystal beads, and stopped, who sent the teacher to the glass beads?

"It doesn't mean anything, I think it looks good, I don't know who to give it." Mo Tianyi fiddled with the beads in his hand for a while, picked up one, and popped it up. The round glass beads rolled up on the bamboo rafts and made a "ping. The ping pong is crisp.

The slender hands on the laps of the Qing dynasty instantly tightened the clothes, and the cold beauty moved away, looking away, but the hands were still tightly held by the sound of the glass beads. When Mo Tianyi looked at him like this, he suddenly felt distressed. He got up and picked up the glass beads, wiped them, and put them together in the hands of the hands.

"I went to practice." Mo Tianyi did not say anything, got up and left.

When the person is gone, the clear and slowly open hands, the crystal clear glass beads roll in the palm of the hand, stick out a long finger and make a moment, pouting: "The mutton is so embarrassing, this seat does not like to eat..."

The next day, Meng Hu was waiting for Mo Tianyi in the same place, ready to teach the younger brother a good meal.

"I heard that my brother is good at making a big knife," Mo Tianyi looked at the master who shook his fist and screamed. He was not anxious or slow. "The recent spiritual growth has been smooth, but there is no one on the move."

"What is the difficulty, I will repair it to be the same as you," Meng Hu heard, immediately and eagerly pressed the repair to the perfection of the practice, and left his own knife, only took a common instrument. Tiger head knife, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and your cultivation has improved."

Mo Tianqi raised his eyebrows, and this brother did not seem surprised at his cultivation so fast, and he took out a wooden sword.

"Teacher, I am changing the common tactics to let you, what is your wooden sword?" Meng Hu was not happy, and in his opinion, the weak younger brother would be shackled by him.

Mo Tianyi did not speak, and took a sword flower and directly attacked the past.

"Hey!" Meng Hu was shocked, and quickly evaded the sideways. The angle of the sword was extremely smashed, and he almost poked his armpits and suddenly did not dare to care.

In the last generation, Mo Tianyi’s spiritual roots, in addition to not wanting money to raise the spiritual power, it is the day and night to refine the spell, whether it is purely spiritual spells, or swordsmanship, all in a word. And before he became famous, he followed the old bastard, and it was a tricky trick.

The wooden sword stabbed with a fire, and at the moment of being blocked, a barbed rattan emerged from the tip of the sword and poked straight toward the eyes of Meng Hu. Meng Hu looked up and avoided the rattan, and a fire dragon fingertips ran back along the rattan.

Mo Tianqi decisively gave up the burning rattan, and began to sway, while pointing his finger, a tiny fire snake instantly smashed out and went straight toward Meng Hu’s crotch.

"Hey!" The pants were on fire. Meng Hu was three feet high and hit a roll on the spot. He sucked the fire into the palm of his hand and threw it back.

Mo Tianqi took the wooden sword to catch the flame, and the blue wood fire was burning in the sword.

"Too sinister you!" Meng Hu climbed up in dismay.

"If it is life and death, but also a style of style?" Mo Tianyi did not care, let the wooden sword in the wood fire handle burned out.

For himself to fight with his younger brother, he even lost this. Meng Hu felt that it was very shameful. He said that he would pull him back for another round the next day, and the result was another loss.

The unyielding and unyielding masters are more and more brave, and every day they must catch a Mo Tianyi fight. Slowly, I don’t lose as fast, but I’m still screaming by the sinister moves of Mo Tianyi. Mo Tianqi told him to refer to the cultivation as a foundation, and the two men barely made a tie.

In the discussion with the master brother, Mo Tianyi gradually cultivated the body of the **** wood, and also integrated some of the common moves of the past life, and cultivated it quickly. Finally, in a beautiful and sunny morning, the foundation was successful.

Building a foundation is the first step in embarking on the path of Xian. Accumulating a strong foundation will lead to a small-scale sky.

In the morning of the original wind and calendar, suddenly the clouds were densely covered, and a green mang, a red light, turned into a light column, and the small courtyard of the Qingning Palace was emptied to the sky, and disappeared.