When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Yun Qingyue had just returned from the Yunling Secret Realm with her young disciples, so she should be free to practice hard, but she had to go out after only a few days in the sect, which was really unexpected. What made Jiang Mo more concerned was how long would she be on this trip? After all, a year or a half is short for a cultivator who goes out, and three to five years is not unusual, and if he doesn't come back for ten or eight years, no one will look for him!

Yes, it is so capricious, disciples who go out to practice are like wild horses that have run wild, and no one can control it.

It was not easy for Jiang Mo to settle down here. Even though Xuan Qingzong is now in charge of food, Yun Qingyue is the only one who has really come into contact with and is familiar with her. She didn't want to be separated from her, and she was even more afraid that she would never come back.

The fluffy tiger claws hooked the corner of Yun Qingyue's clothes. Although the little white tiger didn't respond aloud, it was clearly written in those golden tiger eyes: I don't want to go out, so why don't you go out?

Yun Qingyue is a careful person, even if he can't understand the little white tiger's "awow" sound, he can still guess what she said. With a little influence, I never hide my thoughts too deeply. Especially when facing someone she knows and trusts, what she thinks and worries about is almost clearly written on her face.

Using spells to blow the little white tiger's hair is obviously faster than blowing the hair. In just a moment, the little white tiger's wet hair becomes dry and fluffy again, and the whole tiger looks bigger.

Yun Qingyue took out a comb, brushed the little milk tiger, and explained: "I'm not going out to practice, I just go to the mountain to pick up people. I'll be back in three or five days at most. If you don't want to go with me, you can stay." How are you here?"

Jiang Mo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, then became curious, and looked at Yun Qingyue suspiciously.

Yun Qingyue knew that the spiritual intelligence of the divine beast was no worse than that of humans, and even smarter, so he never dared to treat the little white tiger as a spiritual pet or a child. Seeing that Little White Tiger was interested, she said eloquently: "There are three sects and forty-eight sects of righteousness in the realm of comprehension. The three sects are Xuanqing sect, Tiandao sect, and Buddha sect. In addition to this, there are also four sects of the Demonic Dao, namely the Red Blood Sect, the Nine Nether Sect, the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the Hehuan Sect, which stand against the Righteous Dao.

"Let's not talk about the magic way, the three righteous ways have always been competing with each other. In order to prevent each other from hurting each other, the heads of the three schools decided to have a martial arts debate every sixty years in the early years, and use the success or failure of the younger generation to determine the allocation of some resources Now the next Jiazi is coming again, it just so happens that it is Xuan Qingzong's turn to host the discussion, so naturally he is a bit busy.

"Senior Brother Su Hao from Tianyang Peak and Senior Brother Bei Luo from Luoxing Peak are going down the mountain to pick up the disciples and elders of the other two sects. After that, there will be various competitions in the sect. I'm afraid it will be a long time. I can't be with you anymore."

While speaking, Yun Qingyue had already combed the hair on the little white tiger's body, and it was neatly combed. While Jiang Mo listened to her introduction to the common sense of the cultivation world, while enjoying the gentle service from his senior sister, he was so comfortable that his eyes narrowed. So much so that Yun Qingyue scratched her chin after combing her hair, and the little white tiger immediately let out a contented sound of "Gulu" and "Gulu".

Of course, Jiang Mo, who came back to his senses, was still a little ashamed, raised his paw after getting up, and pushed away the hand that was molesting him in a serious manner.

Yun Qingyue didn't care too much, anyway, the little tiger had already arrived, and the rejection now was just a refusal to welcome. She put away the comb, and raised her hand to touch the pecked bald place of the little milk tiger. The little milk tiger, who was still serious and upright, immediately hugged her head with her paws, with a face of accusation.

"Aww" "Aww" - you did it on purpose, bullying the tiger!

A smile flashed across the cold glazed eyes, and he was sure that the little white tiger who had been bald for several days had learned his lesson, and then said: "The spirit beasts in the spirit beast garden often fight, and I heard that there are many special offerings there. The elixir used by spirit beasts to heal wounds..."

When Jiang Mo heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, and the next hungry tiger jumped into Yun Qingyue's arms: "Really? Is there any elixir that can grow hair in the Spirit Beast Garden? There must be, and it must be fighting bald heads." I'm not the only one, if all of them were bald, how ugly would the spirit beasts in the spirit beast garden be." Especially those spirit beasts are enlightened, if they are bald, they will also be depressed, right?

The little white tiger is very excited at this moment, especially thinking that any hair growth medicine in the system mall starts with 5000 points. If she can find the medicine in the spirit beast garden, wouldn't she directly save 5000 points?

It's a pity that the mall doesn't allow her to open a shop, otherwise she can resell some pills and get rich in minutes...

The little milk tiger, who was full of points, didn't pay attention. At this moment, he was standing in Yun Qingyue's arms in a moment of excitement, his front paws almost stepped on the opponent's chest, and he looked at him. She kept yelling "Aww" "Aww", excited and urged at the same time, stepped on her front paw several times... Until Yun Qingyue pinched and lifted the back of fate's neck again, she didn't know what happened What, innocent and dazed.

Yun Qingyue lifted the little white tiger away expressionlessly, his eyes swept across the furry body of the tiger cub in a casual manner, and did not pursue it—forget it, even if the spiritual intelligence of the divine beast is no different from that of a human, at least this is just a female. .

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He said he was in a hurry to go to the Spirit Beast Garden to get the medicine, but he didn't mean to leave immediately. At least a certain little white tiger who cares about face very much is not willing to go out with a bald head like this, otherwise what if someone bumps into him?

The majestic beast, the future supervising emperor, does not want to leave a bald legend in Xuanqingzong.

The system secretly poked and watched for a long time, and couldn't help muttering quietly: "Pretentious. I didn't remind you before, didn't you still let the crane fly all the way with your bald head? I don't know how many people saw it."

The little white tiger had sharp eyes and ears, and was immediately annoyed when he heard this: "You didn't even remind me, how dare you say this?" After she finished speaking, she was a little lucky that she didn't bump into anyone on the road, otherwise her fame would definitely be ruined. Little do they know that the method of monks is not only to see with the eyes, at least the spiritual sense is much better than the eyes at certain times, and Xuan Qingzong has a little white tiger, so how can no one really pay attention?

But Jiang Mo didn't know this, so after a few words with the system, he could still maintain a calm and happy mood.

Yun Qingyue left for a while, and when he came back, he had a small dress in his hand, and said to the little white tiger, "Would you like to try it, maybe it can cover you for a while. Otherwise, I will go to the Spiritual Beast Garden and get the medicine for you."

A long, long time ago, Yun Qingyue was listed by Xuan Qingzong's Spiritual Beast Garden as a household that refused to come and go. Because she raises and dies, she doesn't please spirit beasts, and it also makes those disciples of the spirit beast garden who are devoted to cultivating spirit beasts feel resentful. But that was a long time ago, and although Xianhe still turns the corner just looking at her, it is not difficult for Senior Sister Mingxia Peak to go to the Spiritual Beast Garden to get some medicine.

But Jiang Mo wanted to go with her, because she hadn't been out of Mingxia Peak since she came to Xuanqingzong to settle down. At present, everything outside Mingxia Peak is new and unknown to her, and she wants to take this opportunity to go out and learn more.

Yun Qingyue looked deserted, but he was really a considerate person. After seeing through the little white tiger's mind, he went to find the little dress for her.

Naturally, the clothes were not made by Yun Qingyue, nor were they hers, but prepared by an inner sect disciple of Mingxia Peak for his spiritual pet. That person raised a little civet, and he didn't expect the civet to help her in battle, so he only kept it as a pet on weekdays. So he made many small clothes for the little civet and often dressed it up. Many people know this.

Jiang Mo is no stranger to this kind of pet clothes. There are far more people who dress up cats and dogs in modern times than there are people who dress up spiritual pets in the cultivation world. Besides, she was originally a human being, so naturally she didn't have any objection to wearing clothes.

The little white tiger stood up and shook its fur, walked over with reserved steps without saying a word.

Seeing this, Yun Qingyue knew that she was willing to wear clothes, so she unfolded the little clothes in her hand, and put them on for the little white tiger when she came over. Then the little milk tiger stretched out its claws cooperatively, and honestly put the clothes on... Except that the clothes were originally made by the owner for the civet cat, and it looked smaller when worn on the little tiger, there is no other problem.

Seeing that the clothes were a little tight on the little white tiger, Yun Qingyue pondered for a while, then frowned and said: "It's a little small, why don't you just let it go?" Her hand held the sword all year round, but she really didn't touch it. Needlework.

Jiang Mo took a quick walk and walked around twice, thinking it was okay—the style of this little dress was different from modern ones, it was made like a monk's long gown, and naturally it was as wide as a long gown. She is too small in this dress, but it doesn't affect her activities. At most, she looks like a nine-foot strong man wearing a scholar's robe. Although it looks a little awkward, it's just a little awkward.

He didn't dislike the clothes, nor asked Yun Qingyue to change them. Jiang Mo, who was wearing a long gown for the first time, was a bit novel, but the gown could cover the bald fur on her body, but what about her head?

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden movement on his head, and a hat was buttoned down.

The little milk tiger's ears trembled, getting used to the feeling of wearing a hat, but unfortunately he couldn't see what the hat looked like. So she asked the watching system, "What kind of hat is this? Does it look good?"

The system was silent for a moment, then smiled "Puff": "It's pretty good, it matches you very well, you have to trust the senior sister's aesthetics."

Isn't it just right for a tiger head hat to match a little tiger?

The ignorant little white tiger is wearing a tiger head hat, which looks really cute. Although Yun Qingyue didn't say anything, his slender fingers still touched the little white tiger's ears lightly. The soft fluff and fleshy ears felt quite good.

Xu was unbearably disturbed, the little white tiger's ears trembled twice, and then he raised his claws and pressed down on Yun Qingyue's hand. The latter was just about to put it away when he saw it, but he found something stuffed in the palm of his hand. He opened it and saw that there was a toffee lying quietly in the palm of his hand—because of his baldness, the little white tiger was sad and depressed for several times. God, I even forgot the original intention of buying sugar.

Yun Qingyue accepted the toffee from Little Milk Tiger, but still didn't ask where the candy came from. A smile flashed in those cold glazed eyes, and then hugged the newly dressed little white tiger: "Thank you."

It's just a toffee, Jiang Mo was a little embarrassed, and shook his ears: "Let's go, we're going to the Spiritual Beast Garden."