Without Chu Yiyang having to study how to wash his face with his paws, the person sitting next to him had already taken a handkerchief and wiped his mouth clean, and then with a thought, he removed the remaining things on the table and the dirty handkerchief.

Chu Yiyang jumped off the table, took advantage of the height difference between the stool and the ground, kicked on the round stool, and fell to the ground smoothly.

Originally, after eating, he was going to do business, but he heard a soft bell in the air.

The cat's ears suddenly moved, and he looked up in the direction where the bell came from, and saw an octagonal hydrangea in the purple-shirted Jianzun's hand.

The balls are exquisitely made and beautifully colored, and the eight corners are adorned with thin bells, making a sound that does not make the cat feel harsh.

Chu Yiyang's eyes were staring at the small ball, completely attracted by it.

Beitang Cold Night injected a little spiritual power into it, and as soon as he threw it forward, the small ball floated up.

The hydrangea swayed in front of Chu Yiyang, and as soon as it circled above his head, the beautiful cat suddenly stretched out its paws and probed towards it.

As soon as the octagonal bell rang, the ball infused with spiritual power was swept to the side, and the cat covered in fluffy like a cloud immediately pounced quickly!

The empty and cold dormitory suddenly sounded with a small bell.

By the time Chu Yiyang reacted, he was already lying on the ground, holding the small ball that he had finally grabbed with his limbs, and biting the bell hanging on it with his teeth.

“……”

There are so many animals in the world, why are they cats!

Chu Yiyang maintained the posture of lying on the floor, and gave up on himself for a moment, and then turned his head to look at the cold night of Beitang.

But I saw him standing behind the bookcase, painting in the daylight.

Chu Yiyang saw that his hand had held a murderous sword and touched flowers and trees, but it was the first time he had seen him holding a paintbrush.

As soon as the cat's claws were released, the ball he was holding floated up again, and the cat with beautiful blue eyes rolled over and stood up and walked towards the person behind the table.

The little ball infused with spiritual power followed him as if it had clicked and followed.

The small bell sound made when it rises and falls, like a cat walking.

Chu Yiyang came to the bookcase, the octagonal hydrangea stopped beside him, as if the blue eyes hiding the stars and the sea of stars, visually measured the distance between the table and the ground, and then the hind paws gathered momentum, and jumped lightly on the table with a force.

He was curious about what Beitang was painting on a cold night, so he tilted his head and walked around the paperweight on the table, and walked around to the purple-shirted sword venerable, looking at what was drawn on the drawing paper from his perspective.

Beitang Hanye looked at the cat that jumped on the table and the octagonal hydrangea that followed it leisurely, and saw the back of the furry head facing him, and his ears moved slightly, as if he was distinguishing what was drawn on the paper.

This is...... He?

Chu Yiyang looked at the cat playing with hydrangea with four paws on the screen, what he looked like on the ground just now, what he looked like on the drawing paper of the cold night in Beitang.

Whether it's his hair, his eyes, or the details of tilting his head to bite the hydrangea, all of them have been captured and painted by the people standing here.

Anyone who looks at it can see that the cat's owner has poured into this piece of paper and loves him.

I like him so much, but he disappeared last night and didn't come out to look for him.

Chu Yiyang thought about it, and turned around in front of Beitang Hanye, wanting to see his face, but at this time, there was a voice outside.

Immediately he was drawn again, and looked out through the open window.

I saw a faint figure appear on the corridor, and it was those sweeping disciples who came again.

In it, Chu Yiyang saw the young man who brought him yesterday.

He then crossed the hand of the cold night in Beitang, wanting to go over to see if the Kunlun peak in this dream was immutable, and the people and things that appeared every day were the same.

His tail swept over the back of Beitang's cold night, leaving a slight itch to the purple-shirted Sword Venerable.

Beitang looked at his cat in the cold night and was attracted by the movement outside, and walked to the window, as if he wanted to go out, only raised his hand to change a piece of drawing paper.

"If you want to go out and play, you can go."

Chu Yiyang's ears twitched, and when he heard the sound of the cold night in Beitang, he squatted in front of the window and turned his head to look at him, and saw that the purple-shirted Jianzun had already drawn a new piece of paper and moistened the ink on the inkstone.

The cat's fluffy side face looks round and cute in the skylight, and every fluff is visible.

"It's snowing."

"It's snowing again."

A girl's voice came from outside.

A little snowflake drifted in through the window and landed on the cat's pink nose, making him itch again.

When Beitang raised his eyes on a cold night, he saw him sitting in the corner of the table and raising his paws to reach the little snowflake that was stained on the tip of his nose.

As soon as Jian Zun's mind moved, the snowflake turned into a white butterfly and flew up in the blue cat's eyes.

Chu Yiyang's claws stopped in mid-air for a second, and then the whole cat went crazy again!

Chasing the butterfly from the table to the ground, he ran around the table again, and was followed by a small ball infused with spiritual power.

In the midst of the thin chime, he seized the opportunity to shoot the butterfly flying in mid-air with one paw, and then cautiously removed the paw - it was not the butterfly's corpse that was left on the ground, but a little melting snow.

Chu Yiyang: "......"

Based on his performance of chasing butterflies just now, Beitang Hanye had already drawn a second butterfly fluttering picture on the paper, and said to him without raising his head: "Go play, come back early." ”

Chu Yiyang stood up straight, thinking that you are talking to a cat like this, how can you be sure that I must understand?

But he had another idea.

Beitang Hanye injected spiritual power into the hydrangea, so that the hydrangea followed him all the time, so that as soon as the bell rang, he knew where the cat was.

But instead of hearing the bell to leave, he walked closer and closer to him, and then from the corner of his robe came the pulling force.

The purple-shirted Sword Venerable looked down and saw that his cat had bitten the corner of his robe, pulling him hard, as if trying to pull him out.

The pen in his hand slammed, and the ink fell on the paper, and he suddenly fainted.

Although the half-grown cat that bit his robe couldn't pull him, it persevered, as if it was determined to let him go out with him.

Beitang looked at it for a moment in the cold night, and finally put down the paintbrush and hugged the cat that was biting his robe.

Chu Yiyang sensed the familiar force, so he let go of his mouth and watched the little hydrangea float up with it, stopping at the height of Beitang's cold night embrace.

The slender fingers landed on his chin again, stroking him expertly.

Chu Yiyang couldn't help but squint his eyes, and was satisfied to see that the person holding him finally walked out.

When the sweeping disciples outside saw Jian Zun coming out of the dormitory with the cat in his arms, they all immediately became nervous, and saluted to the cold night in the north hall: "Jian Zun." ”

"Sword Venerable."

Chu Yiyang stayed in the arms of the cold night in Beitang, felt the wind outside, and saw the snowflakes falling from in front of him.

As they walked all the way on the verandah, the octagonal hydrangea floating next to them also made a thin sound.

However, this comfortable feeling didn't last long, and Chu Yiyang found that they were walking towards the lotus pond behind the main hall again.

He suddenly raised his head and "meowed" at the cold night of the North Hall.

He can't do this, either stay in the Kunlun Hall or sit by the lotus pond, at least go to the top of Kunlun and take a walk, right?

But Beitang didn't seem to be able to receive his message in the cold night, and was still walking towards the lotus pond.

Smelling the fragrance of lotus flowers getting closer and closer in the air, Chu Yiyang had no choice, lowered his head and opened his mouth, and bit Beitang's wrist in the cold night.

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The author has something to say:

Is Beitang crazy? No.

Brother Chu went crazy first.

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In addition to grapes, Brother Chu's fondness for Beitang to cultivate also has bells!

Brother Chu: "......"

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Chapter 97

The sharp cat teeth bit a tooth mark on the wrist.

The pain came, and Kitado stopped in the cold night, and the cat in his arms took the opportunity to kick on him and jump between his arms.

Chu Yiyang made an elegant tumble and landed steadily on the ground.

The octagonal hydrangea that had been floating at the height of his arms also shook and fell with him.

On the corridor, the purple-shirted Sword Venerable lowered his eyes, and a person and a cat confronted each other on the corridor.

Those sweeping disciples who came to clean the courtyard saw this scene from afar, and they only felt that this little thing was extremely bold in their hearts-

Is it not that there are no intelligent creatures who have the courage to resist the Sword Venerable?

Chu Yiyang controlled his strength and did not bite Beitang Hanye's wrist.

He turned, meowed at the person in front of him, and walked past him.

The little hydrangea that followed him leisurely made a thin sound, drowning out the sound of falling snow outside.

He took the hydrangea and walked in the opposite direction to the lotus pond.

The half-big cat moved like a cloud, and it walked under the cloister for a while, and then it stopped and looked back at the people who were still standing there.

It seemed to have infinite patience, and a pair of blue eyes looked at the cold night of Beitang, waiting for him to follow.

The sweeping disciple's face was strange.

While they were thinking about what would happen to the Sword Venerable, Beitang Hanye made a move.

Purple robes dragged across the wooden floor, and Kitado walked towards the cat in the cold night.

They then knew that in this battle between man and cat, it was their sword venerable side that gave in first.