A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Chaozhou stood on the corridor outside Zhongli Yueshui's room with several claw marks on his head.

The white cat sat a step away from him, licking its paw gracefully.

After licking, it turned its head to look at Fang Chaozhou. Seeing that he looked depressed, it gently wagged its tail and stood up to walk towards the door. As soon as it reached the door, the door automatically opened a little.

After the white cat went in, the door closed again.

At exactly 12:00 a.m., Fang Chaozhou heard Zhongli Yueshui's voice coming from the room.

"Fang Chaozhou, I only teach you for one hour every day. You need to remember everything I say in this hour."

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a while, then his voice became much more serious, "Fang Chaozhou!"

Fang Chaozhou felt dizzy when he heard Zhongli Yueshui's voice. The closer he got, the dizzier he felt. He bit the tip of his tongue and managed to pull himself together. He replied, "Yes, Master."

During the next hour, Fang Chaozhou was dizzy the whole time, and he didn't even know when the other party's voice stopped. The white cat walked out of Zhongli Yueshui's room, and when it saw Fang Chaozhou sitting cross-legged in meditation with a blank look in his eyes, it suddenly turned into a white tiger, walked over, opened its mouth, bit Fang Chaozhou's collar, and dragged him out.

After being dragged for more than ten feet, Fang Chaozhou finally woke up. As soon as he woke up, the white tiger let go of him and turned back into the petite body of a white cat. However, it stepped on Fang Chaozhou's face with one claw and stared at him with its mandarin duck eyes coldly, as if staring at its prey. "Meow, you should practice now. Master Zhongli said that you must practice until the hour of Hai every day."

If you practice until the hour of Hai, doesn't that mean that the practice time every day is as long as seven hours? This does not include the one-hour lecture.

Before Fang Chaozhou could say anything, the white cat stepped on his face and left, leaving behind a sentence, "Meow, Huali Mountain never keeps trash, because the trash is thrown away."

If you are thrown down from here, you will definitely die.

Fang Chaozhou got up, wiped his face a few times, and pouted, muttering quietly: "So cats in the cultivation world also shed their hair like this?"

However, this feeling was so familiar that it made him happy.

Acai was the cat he raised in modern times. After traveling into this novel, he had no cat to pet and felt empty for a long time.

He didn't dare to keep a cat here. Compared with humans, cats' lifespan was already very short. If compared with monks, it was even shorter. Moreover, monks would go into seclusion for as short as half a year or as long as more than ten years, making it even more difficult for them to keep a cat.

It’s just that the white cat that my master raised is too ferocious.

Fang Chaozhou doesn’t even dare to touch his face now. There should be no rabies in the world of cultivation, right? There are no vaccines here.

Huali Mountain was empty, with the only living people being Fang Chaozhou and Zhongli Yueshui. Zhongli Yueshui naturally wouldn't pay any attention to Fang Chaozhou, so Fang Chaozhou was alone the whole day.

Fang Chaozhou, who liked to combine work and rest, had been practicing for a few hours. Just as he was about to lie down to rest for a while, the white cat popped out, staring at him with its mandarin duck eyes.

Fang Chaozhou: ...

He lifted his half-lying body back up.

The decorations in the courtyard where Fang Chaozhou lived were all extraordinary items, and Fang Chaozhou took a look at the clothes in the closet. Those clothes were obviously not prepared for him. Although they were all new, there was a red crane embroidered on the hem of each piece of clothing.

This courtyard should have been prepared by Zhongli Yueshui for Xue Danrong, but he didn't expect Xue Danrong to be unwilling to come, so he asked him to come over.

After Fang Chaozhou realized this fact, apart from attending classes every day, he never went to Zhongli Yueshui's place. After all, killing him by Zhongli Yueshui was as easy as pinching an ant to death.

Ever since moving into Huali Mountain, the claw marks on Fang Chaozhou's face have never disappeared, as new ones are added every day. Every morning when he woke up, it always took him a while for his consciousness to return to his body, so he would always forget that the cat that woke him up was not his own Ah Cai. He always habitually hugged the cat in his arms and gave it a kiss.

The white cat, who has been hiding far away, is very irritable every morning because it can't understand why this guy can hug it so accurately every time? Even if it hides fast.

It can be said that all of Fang Chaozhou's cultivation is now used to attract cats.

After a few days, the white cat became angry. It transformed into a white tiger and went to wake Fang Chaozhou up.

So that day, Fang Chaozhou opened his eyes in a daze and hugged the cat as usual.

Um?

I couldn't hold him.

He was not fully awake yet and did not realize that something was wrong. Since the cat was not there for him, he would go to the cat. So he rolled around in the quilt, rolled to the side of the white tiger, and buried his face in the other's fluffy, warm tiger fur.

On this day, the claw marks on Fang Chaozhou's face were bigger than usual.

Even when standing in the corridor outside Zhongli Yueshui's door, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. This white cat is a monster, and the wounds it caused cannot heal in a short time. He has no medicine and can only rely on self-healing.

The pain made him feel dizzy when listening to Zhongli Yueshui's class today. Zhongli Yueshui heard Fang Chaozhou's occasional inhalation and couldn't help but stop teaching. He said in a cold voice: "Since you are not interested in listening to the class today, leave."

When Fang Chaozhou heard this, he bowed to the door and said, "Thank you, Master."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Not long after they walked, a white cat followed them.

"Meow, you are so brave. Didn't you notice that Master Zhongli is angry?"

Fang Chaozhou sighed, "I know, but it hurts so much, I can't bear it. If I stand there any longer, won't it make Master even more angry? I'd better come back to class tomorrow." At this point, he squatted down and looked at the white cat, trying to negotiate with it, "Can I take a day off today?"

The white cat tilted its head and looked at the young man in front of it, "Meow, what do you think?"

Fang Chaozhou smiled and said, "I think it's okay."

The white cat's pupils shrank into a line as it stared at Fang Chaozhou coldly. After Fang Chaozhou received the message in his eyes, he stood up and went back to the courtyard, muttering to himself: "Today is a good day for cultivation."

After practicing until the hour of Hai, Fang Chaozhou didn't want to do anything anymore and just wanted to lie down quietly. The white cat would come over to check on Fang Chaozhou's progress in practice. When it saw Fang Chaozhou lying like a dead body, it said nothing, walked gracefully past Fang Chaozhou, jumped onto the table next to it, and put its claws into Fang Chaozhou's half-drunk teacup.

Fang Chaozhou noticed it, but as someone who had raised cats for many years he was used to it.

All cats have this bad habit.

But Fang Chaozhou still had other plans in mind. This couldn't go on. Either he died under the opponent's claws, or he died of exhaustion first. Now the one supervising his training is this white cat. As long as he can please this white cat, he can have a short rest every day.

As a cat lover, Fang Chaozhou immediately took action and began to implement a series of measures to please his cat master.

First, cats like dried fish.

There is a lake in Huali Mountain. Fang Chaozhou went there and noticed that there were fish in it. That night, after he finished his training, he immediately went to the lake. Without any fishing gear, he decided to go into the water and catch fish himself, so he took off his coat, shoes and socks, rolled up his trouser legs and went into the water.

He also brought a lamp for lighting.

Fang Chaozhou used magic to fix the lamp at a point above the lake, illuminating an area of ​​ten feet around him, and then he began to fish. The fish in this lake are very smart. Fang Chaozhou managed to catch them several times, but they still slipped away from his hands.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden sound startled Fang Chaozhou. He was so frightened that when he turned around and saw that it was Zhongli Yueshui, he had no time to be frightened anymore and started to feel dizzy again.

Zhongli Yueshui looked at the young man whose body was mostly submerged in water and asked unkindly, "Why are you here so late at night?"

Fang Chaozhou pinched himself hard before he could muster up the energy to reply, "Master, I'm fishing."

"Fishing? Why do we need to fish?" Zhongli Yueshui frowned.

"I want to nourish Mi...ah, no, nourish the white cat raised by my master." Fang Chaozhou said.

Zhongli Yueshui's tone became worse and worse. "It doesn't need you to catch fish to replenish its body. Besides, as a cultivator, why do you have to go into the water to catch fish like an ordinary person?"

In his eyes, the young man in front of him was really good for nothing. If Xue Danrong had not begged him, he would never have brought such a person who was as useless as mud to Huali Mountain.

Because he looked down on him, he was never polite when speaking to Fang Chaozhou.

Even if the other party is his apprentice's direct disciple.

"If I use magic, many fish in the lake will die. I only want one." Fang Chaozhou replied with his head down.

Zhongli Yueshui's tone did not soften after hearing this, and he even spoke more harshly, "Killing is killing. There is no difference between killing one fish and killing dozens or hundreds of fish. In the eyes of those fish, you are the executioner. Don't do such useless things again. The fish in this lake are for Tubai. They will come to eat when they are hungry. You don't need to catch fish to please them. You might as well practice hard instead of this."

After he said that, he turned and left.

Fang Chaozhou watched the other person's back slowly disappearing into the distance. Before he came out of the water, he heard another voice.

"Meow, you really are stupid."

It's a white cat.

Fang Chaozhou looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white cat sitting in the shadow. He didn't know how long it had been sitting there.

The white cat stared at Fang Chaozhou who was still standing in the water, stood up, and walked lightly towards this side. When it reached the lake, it put its claws into the lake. In just a moment, it caught a big fat fish with its little claws.

When Fang Chaozhou saw this scene, he had nothing to say and could only come out of the lake. He cast a spell to dry his clothes and when he was putting on his shoes and socks, the white cat walked up to his side.

"Meow, are you sad? If you are sad, just tell Master Zhongli. You can take the initiative to leave Tianshui Sect."

After it finished speaking, it waited expectantly for the young man's reaction, but unexpectedly, its head was suddenly stroked.

Fang Chaozhou squatted down and said seriously, "If you don't leave, we agreed that it would be half a year. One month, one day, or one hour less won't be considered half a year."

He remembered what Zhongli Yueshui said, that Xue Danrong had to be isolated from him for at least half a year. After half a year, Xue Danrong's feelings towards him would return to what they were before.

Moreover, if he left Tianshui Sect now, he would easily be captured by Li Yiye. He didn't want to cause a river of blood, so he could only stay there with a thick skin.

Half a year is enough time for Li Yiye to forget him.

After all, Li Yiye was just interested in him on a whim, and after a long time, she probably wouldn't even remember what he looked like.

Just as he was thinking about this, another claw mark appeared on Fang Chaozhou's face.

The white cat's voice was eerie, "Did you just put on your shoes and socks and washed your hands?"

It was so angry that it even lost the "meow" in front of it.

Fang Chaozhou looked at his hands, then stood up and ran away.

Although the first dried fish failed to please the enemy, Fang Chaozhou quickly planned the second one.

Comb your cat's hair.

But combing a cat's hair is risky. Some cats like it very much, while some cats hate it. Fang Chaozhou can only give it a try.

He made a comb with very dense teeth himself. When the white cat was soaking its feet in his teacup, he secretly put the comb behind the white cat and combed its back from top to bottom.

This order is very important, most cats hate having their fur combed in the reverse direction.

He combed its hair, but the white cat didn't react and continued drinking water. Fang Chaozhou hesitated for a moment and combed its hair again, and the white cat's tail swung.

Fang Chaozhou's eyes lit up, and he wanted to strike while the iron was hot, but when he combed his hair for the third time, the comb in his hand broke in two with a "crack".

Second, failure.

The price of failure was another wound on Fang Chaozhou's face.

But soon, Fang Chaozhou implemented the third rule.

He drew a circle on the floor with a brush and called the white cat, "Mimi."

The white cat didn't look back. Fang Chaozhou thought about it, stood up, picked up the teacup in which the white cat was still soaking its feet, and placed it in the circle.

After a while, the teacup was knocked over and water spilled all over the floor. The white cat squatted outside the circle and continued to lick its paws gracefully.

Third, failure.

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Fourth, failure.

Article 5. Failure.

Article…, failed.

Fang Chaozhou, who had fought and fought again and again but kept on fighting, gave up on himself. This morning, after being scratched a few times, he did not let go of the white cat in his arms. Instead, he became bolder and gave it a cat-style massage.

The fur of the white cat in his arms stood up after being scratched on the chin dozens of times. The sharp claws slowly retracted into the pads of the paw. After a while, a gurgling sound came from its throat, and its tail, which had been flapping rapidly on the bed, became quiet, and even its mandarin duck eyes narrowed.

Fang Chaozhou, who has raised a cat for ten years, scratched the cat's chin and gently patted the white cat's little butt with his hand.

His son Acai likes him to do this the most.

While patting, Fang Chaozhou observed the white cat's reaction. Seeing that its butt was indeed raised, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips as well. However, the smile on his lips froze halfway through.

The white cat in his arms suddenly grew ten times larger and directly pressed down half of his body.

The white tiger opened its eyes, one blue and one yellow, and stared at the young man beneath it. It stepped on his shoulder with its claws and said in a hoarse voice, "Continue."

Fang Chaozhou can pet a cat, but he really can't pet a tiger.

So Fang Chaozhou looked at the tiger face that was so close to him, swallowed nervously, and quickly cast a spell. After he cast the spell, he immediately got up and tried to escape, but he was knocked down before he could even get out the door.

The hot breath of the wild beast sprayed on the back of his neck, and almost at the same time, countless goose bumps appeared on that piece of skin.

And the next moment, Fang Chaozhou was flipped over.