Without demon elixir, no bloodline, and no talent, can I really just be an ordinary cat and unable to practice?
Ting Changqing looked at the little black cat in his arms with wide eyes and cute eyes and thought: Why can't my cat son stay with me forever?
Ting Changqing, who had not traveled far for eight hundred years and only wanted to live in seclusion, resolutely abandoned his ordinary and smooth life and traveled around in search of opportunities in order to keep his cat son alive longer.
On the way, I also met many stuffy people who practiced cultivation by chance:
Protect the tiger who likes to dive, the fox who plays with dogs and stirs up shit, the arrogant rabbit who has an explosive temper and explodes at the drop of a hat, the blind and road-crazy hapless snake...
Ting Changqing held out the little black cat in his arms and humbly asked for advice.
Unfortunately it has no effect.
"It doesn't matter, your father will definitely let you live longer than the bastard." Ting Changqing promised the little black cat, holding up his cat son's paw to the sky and the ground.
Fortunately, hard work paid off and opportunity presented itself.
"Can my kitten really practice without blood, talent, or demon elixir? Can it really live for a long time?"
Chance himself:..."Yes."
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Xie Jingheng was kicked out of the house by his brother and went out for training. He was hunted down and narrowly escaped death. He fell into a period of weakness and turned into a little black cat and was rescued by Ting Changqing.
The relationship slowly deteriorates as we get along day by day.
Sure enough, what the book said is right, you will meet love when you go out.
But being a little black cat will inevitably not get Ting Changqing's love, but only his father's love.
Xie Jingheng saw that Ting Changqing was anxious about the cultivation of the little black cat's mortal body. After recovering, he cloned himself and taught himself.
The tuba is used to teach oneself, and it can also be used to get close to Ting Changqing and cultivate feelings.
The trumpet is used to act cute and coquettish in Ting Changqing's arms.
Kill two birds with one stone.
Xie Jingheng, who felt that the progress bar was going very fast, wrote to his brother: I have already met love, and I have decided to live in seclusion with the person I love. I will not return to the demon world for now, and I will see you again when we are destined.
Xie Lang, who is extremely busy every day, plans to train a good younger brother to share the burden for him, and wants to travel with his Taoist companions:?
Intention: Life grows independently
