The eldest brother of Xiaoyao Sect is noble, cool, and selfless.
Late for morning class? Punishment.
Waste food? Punishment.
Barefoot on the ground? Heavy penalties.
From now on, senior brother should avoid strangers and avoid detours from familiar people. The only person accompanying him is a little black cat with a round head and a round head.
Four hundred years ago, the little black cat died under the pear tree in spring.
"Isn't it said that cats have nine lives? How can they be so fragile?"
He murmured to himself and gently held the little black dumpling that had lost its temperature in his arms.
The senior brother, who has always followed the rules, broke into the forbidden area of the sect and placed the kitten in the ice coffin of the master who was severely damaged in the demon-slaying conference many years ago.
The coffin is very big, half of the cat is the master and half is the master, which is fair.
After the senior brother turned around and left, the master in the ice coffin slowly opened his eyes.
Cat, I want to revive the sect!
Cats dream about me, or do I dream about cats? The master's eyes were distracted, and he saw the disciple dressed in white who was practicing as if he were mourning his concubine, and decided to keep this matter to himself.
After all, this Grandmaster, the founder of Xiaoyao Sect, would not have his swollen belly exposed when he was a cat, and would be rubbed around like this by the most cold, noble and ruthless disciple of this sect.
Master Cat who wards off evil and attracts fortune is attacked by a dark and awkward puppy disciple
Intention: Sword cultivators must also work hard and fight hard to create the future!