i'm just a kitty

When I was still in the clan, an old cat told Nuonuo that among all the cultivators, humans were the worst, and spirits were born under the blessing of heaven and earth, and they all had innate skills that mortal monks did not have.

For example, some races are naturally charming, some have strange powers, and some are born to survive in extreme environments such as deep-sea volcanoes.Nuo Nuo didn't take it seriously, and pestered the old cat and asked, "Then what talent does our white-tailed cat have?"

Can the dense hair survive on the snow mountain?Is it easy to catch fish?Or will it grow a hundred tails at a very old age?

The little apricot-yellow cat cub chased its own tail many times, dizzy: "But why am I yellow, and we don't have a hundred tails."

"Our ancestors were Huang Chengcheng, and Nuo Nuo just grew into what our race looked like thousands of years ago." The old cat licked his fur, "Our white-tailed cat was a famous ghost in the world of immortal cultivation before we settled in the snow-capped mountains. This white-tailed cat It doesn't mean a hundred tails, as the saying goes, a cat has nine lives..."

The follow-up words were interrupted by the cold-faced old man who came back from outside. He lifted Nunuuo by the back of his neck and gently threw him into his wife's room: "Your mother is afraid of the cold, warm her hands honestly, don't worry about it when I'm not around." Lazy." Turning back to the old cat: "Third uncle, grandpa, didn't you agree not to tell the outside stories to the little ones in the clan..."

What is it like "You old man come talk to me when you are lonely", "Don't let the children be wild" and so on.

Later, the third uncle, who liked to be intimate with kittens, was not good at walking, so he seldom came out to chat with kittens.

Nuo Nuo came down the mountain to realize that the talent of her race lies in herbal medicine.He can recognize the efficacy of various herbs at a glance, as if he has a natural perception with them.Not only him, but all the cats in their clan have this ability, but it just takes a long or short time to perceive it.

"I used to think that all people and spirits know how to know grass. It's not a rare skill. Only after I came out did I realize that this little skill can make a living." Nuo Nuo Zaza sighed, put the silver ticket into the Qiankun Bell, and quietly tied it around his ankle superior.Small scattered silver and copper coins are hung in the small pouch around the waist.As he walked, there was a faint buzzing of copper coins colliding, accompanied by the aroma of small dried fish lingering around him.

If he is in his original form, every hair must exude an aura of swelling.

The little kitty, who is determined to be self-reliant, shuttles back and forth on the mountain and the pharmacy, earning a lot of rations and getting a lot of formulas.At night, the door of the room is closed to practice, and the candles are lit all night.Even the dog outside the house who keeps singing to homeless beggars can't interfere with his practice.

On this day, he bought another pack of sweet and sour dried fish and strolled back to the inn, passing Tianhuang Bridge.Walking on the bridge, I looked back as if feeling something, and my eyes met a fortune-telling old man.The old man looked very old, and he was still blind in one eye, standing there hunched over.Seeing Nuonuo on the bridge, he waved to him.

Nuonuo looked around, seeing that she was really calling out to her, and ran over in two or three steps.The old man was dressed in simple civilian clothes, with deep depressions on each cheek.Seeing Nuo Nuo, without saying a word, he stuffed him with a handle of rock sugar apples: "Here you are." Nuo Nuo refused, but gave him a string of copper coins.

The fortune teller is determined not to say: "I'm a bad old man, I like you young people. If my wife hadn't died of illness in the early years, my grandson should be as old as you." He gave him a deep look, shaking his head inexplicably, His eyes were full of sympathy and pity.

Nuo Nuo focused entirely on the other party's miserable life experience, and looked at the old man with sympathy, took the apple away tearfully, and secretly stuffed the copper money into the fortune-telling box.

On the second day, the fortune teller gave him a bunch of shell wind chimes, and on the third day, he gave him a carved wooden chicken.Every time I finished stuffing things, I would shake my head meaningfully and show pity in my eyes.

On the fourth day, Nuo Nuo took the gift in return and crossed the bridge again.This time I ate brown sugar cake under the bridge with the old man.The old man told him the story of his wife and shook his head in pity.jpg; then he told the story of his son who died young, and stared at Nuo Nuo and sent a second wave of compassion; Death emits waves of mercy.

Nuo Nuo burst into tears the whole time: Old man, you are too miserable, woo woo woo.

He didn't receive the other party's deliberate temptation at all.

The fortune teller wiped his face, and began to wonder if the word "fortune teller" on his banner was not conspicuous enough.He was silent for a moment, folded his hands towards the sky, and said: "My fate is miserable, but in fact I leaked the secret of heaven. I changed my fate against the sky, and forcibly gave those miserable people a way to solve the dead situation. I changed the misfortune for others. If they are blessed, they will be punished by heaven for them."

As he said that, he sent the light wave of "I saw your fate and I sympathize with you very much" to Nuonuo with a loyal, benevolent and reliable face.

Nuo Nuo, a little bumpkin with starry eyes, is still tearful: old man, you are so amazing!

Still didn't notice the other party's half-covered deliberate guidance.

There are a thousand groundhogs screaming in the heart of the fortune teller, and almost licked his face off. After sighing, he began to hit a straight ball: "Young man, I tell you the truth, your life is doomed." Nuo Nuo closed her tears: " ah?"

The fortune teller looked into his ear and said, "You are a practitioner. Although you practice hard day and night, your blessings are shallow, and the path of cultivation is extremely difficult and dangerous."

"Yes." Nuo Nuo nodded listlessly.

"You are destined to have a weak relationship with your friends..." The fortune teller held his palm, pointed to one of the shallow palm lines, and said, "But you live here alone."

Nuo Nuo bowed her head in dejection.

The fortune teller stroked his slender wrist skeleton, and then touched his elbow: "I have a rich bone, and the radius is like a Dongbi, but it is accompanied by herbs, and there is a small surplus."

"Yes, yes, yes." Nuo Nuo clapped the table, "Old man, you are right."

"That's it. The fate of mortals is engraved on their flesh and blood. Your catastrophe is displayed on your face." The fortune-teller waved at him, beckoning him to listen, "Do you know what is in your fate?" robbery?"

Nuonuo trusted this kind fortune teller a lot, and when she heard this, she stood up with a sad expression, looking flustered and bewildered.

The corner of the fortune teller's mouth curled into a faint arc, and he glanced at a few beggars not far away: "Young man, come over with your ears, I'll tell..."

"No!" Nuo Nuo clapped both hands on the fortune teller's small platform, and spoke more righteously than the fortune teller who "sacrificed himself for others", directly slapped the fortune teller dumbfounded.

"Don't let the secret out, you told me that you will be punished by heaven." Nuo Nuo patted her chest, "You treat me so well, how can I make you suffer, don't tell me too much about your fate. "Little Cat Hubaji gritted his teeth and said, "I'm younger than you, and I can withstand the catastrophe."

The fortune teller and a few beggars not far away split their eyes, and they both saw resentment in each other's eyes: How can people do business!

The beggar's eyes are a little richer: I've been trying too hard to make you blind for two days.

The fortune teller felt quite suffocated, and he really didn't dare to play around with Nuo Nuo.He hurriedly grabbed the guy who was about to leave, and directly deciphered: "Young man, I will not die if I suffer a little. But if you don't understand this disaster, you will definitely die. What you are going to face is the biggest challenge for you practitioners." A calamity, thunder calamity."

Cultivation Xiaobai Nuo Nuo:? ? ?

"You will have nine hundred and ninety-nine thunder calamities within two months." The fortune-teller said mysteriously, "Heaven is ruthless. No matter where you hide, the thunder calamity will come as scheduled."

Nuo Nuo faintly felt that something was wrong: "Isn't it that the catastrophe will be caused by cultivating to the level of Huo Youhui and Sect Master Huo?" He shrugged his head embarrassedly: "I was born dull, and I am still in the stage of refining Qi. Without that so-called panacea, how could Lei Jie attack me."

Lie you ghost!

The fortune-teller's heart was surging, and he made a gesture of condemnation to the sky in a cold and solemn manner: "You practitioners only think that you will pass the catastrophe when you reach the stage of great power, but it is not true." He lowered his eyes, and his eyes were full of compassion : "In the world of immortality, there are actually many monks who died during the Qi refining period and Nascent Soul period, but they have already fallen, so naturally they can't come back and tell their fellow disciples what happened to them."

"Qi-refining monks are as numerous as grass and life is like ants. Of course everyone cares about the monks in the powerful stage, but who will always miss the little ants." The fortune-teller sighed, "Even if the little monks fall, there are not many people." I know, and no one thinks of the catastrophe. They just disappeared quietly, and every inch of flesh and blood was turned into powder."

Nuo Nuo's heart felt bitter, even the human figure couldn't hold it, two fluffy ears were about to protrude: "Is there any way to solve it?"

The fortune teller shook his head: "Your spiritual power is low, and you will not be able to survive the catastrophe safely on your own. Historically, if you want to survive the catastrophe, there is only one way, that is, to have a fairy bone, so that Heaven can recognize you as your own family. "

The catastrophe is not a fairy body that cannot be broken, and must die.

Nuo Nuo's ear was frightened, and the hat covered it, making it inconspicuous. "If I become an immortal in just two months, the laws of heaven will not tolerate it." Nuo Nuo is well known for his self-knowledge, and he cried, "Then I am doomed."

The fortune-teller nodded, watching the young man wilt, almost frightened into tears.Seeing that he was frightened enough, he began to dig out his pocket: "You don't want to die."

"Do not want to."

"But if you don't have the fairy bone, you will die." The fortune teller held the white jade bottle in his hand and continued to put pressure on Nuo Nuo.He knows very well that the strongest will to survive can only be aroused by pushing people down to the lowest level.Only the elixir in his hand can make the other party go bankrupt and buy it.

The beggar said that the little fool was very rich, and the pharmacy owner gave him cash several times.

The abacus in the fortune teller's heart was crackling, and he was proud of it, when he heard two "poofs" in his ears.Looking up, the harmless young man has ears on his head and a tail behind him.

tail ~ tail ~ tail ~ tail ~

Professional ethics makes the fortune teller start to think about whether he said something wrong just now.I was afraid that the other party would find out that I hadn't counted him as a spirit and mistook him for a mortal monk.Just such a moment of Mimi's hesitation, the little young man who was so stupid and would cry when he was scared was crying and hopping away in front of him.

It's like a kitten seeing a snake, jumping up from the ground and disappearing.

The fortune teller yelled to catch up, "I have an elixir to help you overcome the catastrophe!!!!" But the other party was a cat, and it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, without even leaving the cat fur behind.Didn't hear him at all.

Fortune-tellers suffered from professional Waterloo, even when they acted as benefactors and gave copper coins to beggars who followed pharmacies and inns, they were bitter.I spent the whole afternoon patting my thighs and lamenting in my heart: Little Sheep, why did the little Sheep that I have been aiming at for several days fly away.