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Pets only know where to defecate after being trained...

Jian Qing comforted himself silently in his heart with the words that the senior brother in charge had told him, that it takes time to train.

He took a deep breath and looked at the big cat group again, only to find that Du Zhilan was squatting on the ground like a big dog, his tail was raised high and wagging, and his eyes were staring straight.

"You have a nice figure..." Du Zhilan cast his ambiguous eyes on Jian Qing's naked body, scanning up and down, his wet black hair clinging to his shoulders, water drops kept falling down.

The chest and abdomen are well-structured, and he has no doubt that this body contains the power that can slap a tiger into the air.

Even something down there is, well, big.

"It seems worthwhile to be beaten up occasionally, hehe..." Du Zhilan, who felt he had taken advantage of it, was elated, but he didn't know where his fear and annoyance had gone.

He even couldn't help lowering his head and glanced at the thing under him. Due to becoming a tiger, the penis has become larger than when it was a human!

This discovery made Du Zhilan very pleased.

But he changed his mind and thought again, even if it got bigger, which beauty would be overwhelmed by a tiger?I'm afraid I'm scared to death.

Du Zhilan burst into tears again.

To be raped by such blatant and fiery eyes, even if Jian Qing's concentration is high, he still feels uncomfortable.

He swiped and sat back in the water again, closed his eyes and continued to chant the meditation mantra, not seeing is pure.

Such an act of showing weakness immediately made Du Zhilan startled, he raised his tiger head and boldly walked a few steps closer, but Jian Qing still didn't respond, and he approached again...

Until it was almost to the edge of the wooden barrel, I sniffed, "Hey, what does it smell like on you? It smells good..."

As he said that, his whole body was lying on Jian Qing's back, and the white fluffy hair rubbed against his neck, Jian Qing almost laughed without itching.

"That's the spirit of a fairy, and all ascetics have it."

The soft fur rubbed against the skin, and Jian Qing felt that it was very useful, so he didn't slap Du Zhilan away, but instead grabbed the big tiger with his arm, and pulled the big tiger into his arms——

No, to be precise, it should be under the armpit.

Jian Qing stood up from the bucket, softly recited a fat formula, a set of clean white gown automatically fit on his body, and stepped out with his legs raised.

"Hey, this is ugly!" Du Zhilan, who was being carried away, felt that this posture was very unsightly, and kept flailing his limbs.

Jian Qing ignored it, and waved the dust on the ground with his sleeve, and spread a layer of straw on it.

Then, he laid the big tiger on the straw like a mat, and rubbed his hands on the white and tender belly a few times to determine the most comfortable place, and then he lazily leaned on it and yawned by the way.

"Hey... Hey, hey!" Du Zhilan was pinned down by his hand, and it felt weird to have his head resting on his stomach.

The big tiger took advantage of Jian Qing's closed eyes to rest, grinned at him for a while, and showed his sharp claws, gesticulating around Jian Qing's cheeks.

"Hmph, let you beat me up, let you beat me up!"

Unexpectedly, Jian Qing opened his eyes and glanced at him, the tiger froze for a moment, and immediately turned into a cat, and then quieted down with a meow, and lay obediently on the ground as a pillow, not daring to fart.

Jian Qing smiled slightly, reached out and touched the top of his head: "Good boy."

Young Master Du wept silently in his heart.

The night was deep, even the wind was still, the sky was as thick as ink, and the moonlight was covered by dark clouds.

The wind, cold and dew were heavy, and the bonfire in the mountain temple had already been extinguished. One person and one tiger cuddled together quietly, sleeping warmly and soundly.

In the middle of the night, Jian Qing, who felt the movement, woke up from a deep sleep, and was surprised to find that the big white cat was tightly huddled in his arms, covering his ears and trembling.

"What's wrong with you?" Jian Qing raised his eyebrows in surprise, and stretched out his hands to comfort the other party's back.

Du Zhilan paused, then said sullenly: "There are cats..."

It seemed that this explanation made him feel extremely ashamed, so he buried his head lower, and his limbs clasped Jianqing's waist tightly, as if only in this way could he feel a little safe.

Sure enough, there were a few faint meows from the field outside the mountain temple, and the sound was lingering. It probably means that spring is coming, and the estrus period will follow.

Jian Qing asked dumbfoundedly: "Why are you so afraid of cats? Could it be that you have been bitten by cats?"

Du Zhilan raised his head depressedly, hesitated for a long time, and then said falteringly: "It's not that I was bitten, it's just that when I was a child, I ran out to play and was scratched by a cat on the face, but my playmates laughed at me and called me... called me ugly .”

Jian Qing said lightly: "No wonder you are so obsessed with your appearance, it turns out that you were once ugly..."

Du Zhilan suddenly became excited: "You've never been ugly! Those guys are the ones who are jealous of my young master Yushu Linfeng, handsome, and popular with girls, so they deliberately slandered me!"

Jian Qing sized him up for a moment, and said, "Your imagination is really rich."

Du Zhilan leaned back angrily, and snorted: "Anyway, cats are what I hate the most!"

Immediately afterwards, he added: "There are ugly monsters!"

Jian Qing smiled meaningfully: "Life's encounter is the strangest. If you hate the two so much today, maybe you will spend the rest of your life with an ugly monster and raise a large group of kittens around."

"Bah bah!" Du Zhilan didn't take it seriously at all, instead he smiled at Jianqing, "That's absolutely impossible, I don't expect to be beautiful, and in terms of appearance, at least you have to be a bull-nosed Level, young master, I will reluctantly accept it!"

Jian Qing smiled, and said calmly: "You should be glad that you are a tiger now, if it was daytime, I would definitely beat you to death."

He shrank his neck, closed his mouth tightly, and lay down obediently, with his two front paws drooping on his chest like a big dog, revealing his round white belly.

Jian Qing rubbed it in satisfaction, leaned forward, and slept comfortably until dawn.

The morning is approaching, and the faint sunlight is swaying from the sky.

Jianqing's big plush pillow was gone, and now there was only a naked young man with ears on his head and tail trailing behind, curled up in a ball and lying in the arms of the Taoist priest.

If it was the past, sleeping naked on the ground in the cold morning, I am afraid that Young Master Du would have snot and tears streaming down his nose.

But now, instead of feeling cold, he slept soundly.

Jian Qing, who was used to getting up early, frowned and looked at him. This guy obviously has a cultivation base in his body, so he can become strong and not afraid of the severe cold.

Needless to say, it must have been sucked from myself.

Jian Qing sat cross-legged, while First Young Master Du rested his head on his lap, sleeping unconsciously.

After several days of getting along, Jian Qing was irritated by his noisy personality, and it was the first time he had carefully looked at his peaceful sleeping face.

Du Zhilan's sparkling peach eyes closed, and his appearance and demeanor suddenly changed wonderfully - from a lustful hooligan to a reserved hooligan.

His facial features are handsome, his eyebrows are open, just like the boy with a white face that is quite popular with girls; his lips are thin, his face is affectionate and unfeeling.

Jian Qing lowered his eyes and looked carefully for a while.

If the person sitting here at this moment is a masculine pervert, I am afraid that the blood of the beast will rush to eat it up and wipe it off. It is a pity that in the eyes of Taoist Jian Qing, no matter how attractive his appearance is, it is just a bone under the skin. A handful of loess.

As far as he is concerned, people in this world are only divided into those with hair and those without hair, those who can eat and those who cannot.

As for Du Zhilan, of course it belongs to the hairy ones that can't be eaten. Although they can't eat them, they can still be seen and touched.

In the end, it was the pair of fluffy ears on the top of the guy's head that aroused his interest.

Jian Qing fiddled with one of them again and again, and Du Zhilan waved his hand in dissatisfaction in his sleep.

After a while, the ears disappeared, the tail disappeared, and he became a normal person again.

That's all, but Young Master Du is used to exercising his "little brother" every morning. At this moment, he is completely naked, except for a certain object underneath that is raised upright, and he will not be noticed. Disaster.

The cuteness turned into obscene in an instant, without a transition in the middle.

Jian Qing immediately lowered his face, and kicked the other party away in disgust. Du Zhilan fell into a deep sleep, but was kicked so hard that he rolled over, and then nestled into the corner of the wall to continue sleeping.

"Tsk, did I miss it? Is this actually a pig that looks like a tiger..." Jian Qing's expression became very strange, and he took out a rag for wiping the floor from his sleeve for a long time, and threw it over Cover someone's penis.

"A rag, I don't feel bad if it gets dirty." Jian Qing said heartily.

It was still early in the morning, and Jianqing sat upright on the futon at the entrance of the mountain temple, meditating quietly while bathing in the vigorous sunlight.

A green and black gown was gilded with a circle of gold by the sun, and his back was dragged long on the ground, with mysterious golden runes faintly flashing and spinning around him.

After sitting in meditation for about half an hour, Jian Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly opened his eyes, the dark pupils were bright and deep.

The aura in the mortal world is too thin, and this moment of meditation can't increase much mana, but it's better than nothing, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and it's good to get rid of impetuousness.

He was just about to get up when a warm air current from the back of his neck made his neck itchy.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Du Zhilan staring at him with bright eyes, the radiance in those eyes almost made Jian Qing unable to open his eyes.

"What are you doing..." Jian Qing leaned back for a while, trying to keep his face away from the other party.

Du Zhilan moved the tip of his nose, and moved closer, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet, with a satisfied face, he leaned forward lustfully: "Beauty, you smell so good, come here and give my brother a kiss..."

Jian Qing's face darkened, and he took out a spatula from his sleeve, and hit him on the face with a "bang"!

"Aww——" Du Zhilan was shaken three times by the knock, and finally regained consciousness. He looked at Jianqing's dark complexion, and then at his naked self. He scratched his head in embarrassment, and licked his face and said: " That...is all caused by spring. Don't do such a heavy hand! Daoist Master Sanqing will never forgive you!"

Jianqing glanced at him indifferently, let out a bad breath and was in a good mood, and replied slowly: "It's okay, the brother in charge said that if you hold back your anger for too long and don't vent it, you will be constipated. I think Daozu Sanqing will understand me." .”

"..."

Du Zhilan couldn't help saying: "That's because you eat too much greasy food!"

"Do you dare to shut up?"

After cultivating Taoism for many years, Jian Qing's subordinates have killed countless monsters. Those who dare to be so frivolous to him are either not born yet, or they will be cut in half by a sword!

I don't know what kind of top grade guy this Du Zhilan is. In just a few days, Jian Qing suddenly had the feeling that if he killed him, he would be able to ascend directly.

Jian Qing recited the meditation mantra 180 times, and his face looked better.

"Jianqing, can you teach me spells?"

Du Zhilan, who was good at reading words and expressions, quickly got dressed and changed the subject.

"Teach you spells?" Jian Qing glanced at him in surprise, shook his head and said, "Do you treat spells as eating meat? It's not that easy."

Du Zhilan leaned over to wash his face in the water tank, admiring his handsome appearance by the way, then turned around and leaned over with a smile, and said seriously: "No, no, I know the difficulty of cultivating the Tao. , but I don't want to be a Taoist priest either, I just want to..."

He restrained his rascally smile, looked straight, and sat upright opposite Jian Qing, mocking himself: "I'm not a monster, but I don't even have the ability to survive after you left for a while yesterday."

Jian Qing looked at him silently.

"... In the past, I was a young city lord with infinite glory. Every day, countless servants would come and hug me, and I would get whatever they wanted, but now that I am in trouble, I have become a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats. Hmph, the second brother of my family may only wish me Die in the mouth of a tiger so that I can take my place!"

"Even my father was busy annexing the city all day long, and never cared about my useless son."

"I don't know martial arts or spells. I can't even be a tiger. A black cat can almost kill me..."

Jian Qing listened, sighed, took out a bag of melon seeds from his sleeve and started nibbling.

"...Hey, did you listen to me!" Du Zhilan was trying to create a sad atmosphere, when he suddenly heard the sound of eating snacks from the opposite side, and immediately spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Yes." Jian Qing peeled the melon seeds in the palm of his hand and ordered, "Open your mouth."

Du Zhilan let out an "ah", and in an instant his mouth was filled with melon seeds, he chewed and swallowed them.

"Is it delicious?"

"...Not bad." Du Zhilan was about to reach out for more, when he suddenly realized that he still had a stomach full of grief cards to play!

"It's more than good, I risked my life to steal it from my senior brother's room." Jian Qing pursed his lips and smiled, as if stealing food from his senior brother was an extremely great thing.

"In short," Du Zhilan turned the subject back, "I really want to learn spells from you, even if I suffer a lot, I'm not afraid!"

Jian Qing collected the melon seeds, pondered for a moment, and said solemnly: "Cultivation is not just about suffering, but also extraordinary perseverance and firm belief. Of course, talent is also very important."

Du Zhilan saw that his tone was loose, and overjoyed, he immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Master, my apprentice—"

"Slow down." Jian Qing sent a tactic to support the opponent's knee, and turned to avoid the ceremony, "Don't worry, when did I agree to be your master?"

"Jianqing..." Du Zhilan dragged on the end of his voice.

Jian Qing was shaken all over with goosebumps by this call, so he had no choice but to say: "It's okay to teach you a few self-defense spells. But don't mention the matter of the master again. As for the advanced methods, if you can stand the test." .”

"What test? Just say it!" Du Zhilan's eyes lit up.

"Perseverance, will, as for talent... You have the white tiger spirit to protect you, but you barely passed."

So abstract...

Du Zhilan frowned and asked, "How to test?"

While packing up his things, Jian Qing walked out of the temple and said, "Perseverance means you must persevere in an extremely difficult matter, no matter what it is. Will, let's talk about it later."

With a thought in mind, Du Zhilan chased after him and asked, "Anything...is okay?"

"Well, it doesn't hurt anything." Jian Qing walked in front slowly, completely oblivious to the smirk on Young Master Du's face.

It was still early in the day, and the warm sun cast a spot of light under the shadows of the trees.

The snow on the grass hadn't yet melted, and the breeze blew off a few plum blossoms, which floated past Du Zhilan's eyes lightly, and asked him to grab them with one hand.

With one hand behind his back, Du Zhilan squinted at the back of the green-clothed Taoist priest. His black hair was like a waterfall, and the road ahead was blue and distant, and the scenery was picturesque.

He put the plum petals on his lips and kissed lightly, showing a smile that was not a smile.

"...to persevere in one extremely difficult thing? Is there anything more difficult than making you, a ruthless Taoist, tempted? This young master can't do anything else, only this, and you are no better than me in a hundred."

With a wave of his hand, the plum blossoms fluttered back to the snow, turning into a reddish spot in the middle of the white snow, waiting quietly to assimilate with the snow.

Behind are two blurred figures that are gradually moving away, bickering and laughing at each other, and finally disappear quietly.

After noon, the two walked into the first small town on the way of the East China Sea journey, the city of flowers.

The city is full of flowers and trees, hence the name. Apart from flourishing flowers, the city has another meaning. The famous brothels and beauties here are more colorful than flowers.

Pedestrians on the street are full of people, and it is very lively.

An aristocratic gentleman holding a gold-painted fan walks unhurriedly on the street. From time to time, he encounters a handsome young girl next to him, and he can't help but look sideways at this handsome and elegant rich young master.

Du Zhilan slowly waved the folding fan in his hand, and smiled gracefully at the women one by one. However, he who has always loved beauties, now he just glanced at them and never looked at them again. It's really surprising.

In front of him was a man in a green shirt walking quickly, with a slender and straight figure, with a long sword on his back, his expression was indifferent, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed for no reason, which made people feel a little bit chilly.

"Jianqing, don't go so fast. I can hardly keep up." Du Zhilan complained, trotting to follow.

"Throw away the pile of plum blossom branches in your arms..."

"How can I do that? I still keep one for you every morning until you see my heart clearly. Apart from plum blossoms, I really can't think of any flowers that match you, ha ha."

"...It's all dried up."

"Oh, it's okay, don't you know magic? Is there something that makes plants grow again?"

"...There is something that can do it."

"Great, give me some."

Jian Qing stopped, turned his head and said silently: "Shit."

"..."