Xian Miao does not want to fly

Chapter 1 Your Majesty the Cat

It's already early spring, and there are a few budding bones scattered on the branches of the peach tree, but the earth dragon is still burning in the palace of the northern kingdom.

"It's already so hot today..."

"Hey, it's not like you don't know about His Majesty's body..."

"But the other His Majesty has thick hair all over, don't get sick from the heat..."

"That His Majesty hasn't been in the house these days, has he?"

"No, I heard that I will only come back when I have dinner..."

No, I don't want to go back when I eat.

Qiao Mo squinted his eyes lying on the glazed tiles, the midday sun made him feel warm.

He pressed his front legs forward and lowered his body, pouted his buttocks back, stretched his waist in a standard cat-style, and yawned along the way, the orange fur on his back was glowing with a circle of gold under the sunlight.

"Cough cough," a weak cough and call came from the room, "Xiao Mo."

The palace people waiting outside didn't hear it, but Qiao Mo did.

He sighed, looked around from the eaves, and found a suitable foothold. His paws rubbed against the roof for a while, and the red circle hidden in the long fur on his right hind leg was faintly visible.

Getting ready to jump, kicking off her hind legs, she leapt forward and jumped onto a lower peach branch, scaring the maids who were whispering under the peach tree.

When the maids saw this round, fluffy long-haired orange cat, they immediately saluted him respectfully.

The cat nodded its head slightly as a gift, regardless of whether humans could see it or not, it walked toward the emperor's bedroom in an elegant catwalk without looking sideways. The orange and white tail followed the rhythm of walking like a soft duster. Flickering, it makes people feel happy.

Everyone in the Northern Kingdom knows that there are two His Majesties in the Imperial Palace of the Northern Kingdom. One is the current Northern Emperor Li Chengnian, and the other is His Majesty Mao who accompanied Li Chengnian since he was a child.

His Majesty the Cat was called Xiao Mo by Li Chengnian. It is said that he saved his life when he was six years old and accompanied him to the throne all the way.

Whether it is the people or the ministers, they are happy to hear that the emperor prefers a cat.

Cats have no relatives to fight for power, and their lifespan is only more than ten years. Moreover, the emperor is obviously only in love with this cat, not the cat species, and there is no need to worry about interested people falling in love with him.

And this cat is neither picky nor squeamish, it accompanies the emperor to eat, there is no need to make special cat food for it, it is easier to raise than human.

But what they didn't expect was that the cat had lived for more than 20 years.

Not only does he live in a healthy body, he is fat and strong, and he does not look old-fashioned at all, even the color of his coat is very shiny.

Not at all like those cats who grow old in their teens.

Qiao Mo walked on tiptoe through the small door specially opened for it under the mahogany carved door, and saw Li Chengnian, the emperor of the Northern Kingdom, wearing a yellow coat, sitting on the couch by the desk, playing with an emerald green jadeite between his slender fingers. bottle.

It may be because of Qiao Mo that His Majesty the emperor doesn't like clothes made of furry animal fur. He would rather let someone burn the ground dragon than wear a fox fur.

As soon as Qiao Mo came in, he felt the air was dry and hot, and the thick carpet on the meat pad could feel hot, as if stepping on a hot iron plate.

He suddenly wanted to eat teppanyaki.

"Xiao Mo, come."

Li Chengnian called out warmly, his cheeks were pale and thin, and his brows were full of sickness.

Qiao Mo saw Li Chengnian's ruddy complexion when he was six years old, but it was only a few days. Not long after, Li Chengnian, who was still the prince, fell into the lotus pond. Although Qiao Mo rescued him, he couldn't This is the root of the disease.

Qiao Mo jumped onto the table, and Li Chengnian grabbed it into his arms. Qiao Mo was an orange-and-white cat with orange fur on its back and white belly, toes and tail. Contaminated with orange color, it must be "big orange is the most important" body type.

Holding the heavy orange cat, Li Chengnian felt his legs warm up.

Qiao Mo stretched out his claws and pulled the jade bottle in his hand. Li Chengnian smiled, and accidentally choked his trachea while laughing, so he coughed twice.

Taking the handkerchief next to him, Li Chengnian spit the coughed up phlegm onto the handkerchief, rolled it up and threw it aside, Qiao Mo smelled a bloody smell.

He's dying soon, Qiao Mo thought.

"This is from the Southern Kingdom." Li Chengnian put the jade bottle on the table. "The Emperor of the Southern Kingdom recently raised a Taoist priest. He heard that he can make the medicine of immortality. This is it."

Qiao Mo scratched the edge of the table and stretched out his head to smell the bottle.

The breath in the bottle seemed familiar, as if it had been smelled somewhere before, but upon sniffing carefully, it felt very strange.

Li Chengnian put his hand on Qiao Mo's head and pinched his ears: "Xiao Mo, are you still unwilling to take me to practice?"

Qiao Mo froze.

"You haven't changed into a human form for a long time, right?"

Li Chengnian's hands went through the thick hair on his belly, and wrapped around his chubby body.

But cats are made of water, and so are orange cats.

Qiao Mo twirled around, didn't know which angle he found, and jumped out of Li Chengnian's arms.

"Xiao Mo."

Li Chengnian's voice cooled down.

Qiao Mo paused as he was about to slip out, he twisted his body, turned his head, and looked at Li Chengnian with golden cat eyes like colored glaze beads.

"Xiao Mo, I'm dying."

Li Chengnian said.

Qiao Mo looked at him steadily.

"But I don't want to die yet." Li Chengnian continued, "If I die now, the throne can only be given to the crown prince of the East Palace. ..."

"It's not a day or two since the Southern Kingdom is staring at it like a tiger."

The orange cat interrupted him with a human voice.

It was the voice of a boy.

Qiao Mo closed his eyes, and the orange cat's figure gradually grew into a human shape. Then, he stretched out his hand, grabbed a blue robe from nowhere to wrap his body, and stood up.

Different from the plump and fluffy body of the orange cat, Qiao Mo's human figure can be said to be slender and thin. He looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. His jet-black hair hangs down, and a strand of black hair is mixed in the right side gold.The only remaining feline features are the golden eyes and slightly raised corners.

Qiao Mo is a cat demon.

Li Chengnian looked at him, and his eyes were moist for a while.

"I'm really dying," he smiled helplessly, "that's why you are willing to change into a human form to see me."

Qiao Mo was barefoot, stepping on the hot ground covered with thick carpets, his robe flipped slightly with his movements, occasionally revealing his white ankles, on his right ankle was a blood-red anklet, and The white and tender skin complement each other.

Qiao Mo stopped by the counter, looked at Li Chengnian with golden eyes and blinked: "Don't be so sad, death is just another new life."

Li Chengnian was indeed dying.

Qiao Mo still remembered that when he rescued Li Chengnian, Li Chengnian was only six years old.

At that time, just a few days after the new year, the plum blossoms had just withered, and Li Chengnian, who was still a little prince, was encouraged to play with ice by someone who cared. But in the early spring, the ice had thinned and the ice surface cracked, and he fell into the water immediately.

The little child was struggling in the lotus pond. He opened his mouth to call for help in order to survive, but he was given a sip of water and choked in his trachea.

The attendant on the shore who encouraged him has long since disappeared.

Qiao Mo, who was basking in the sun on the edge of the wall, turned his head and met the child's desperate eyes.

This child's life should not end here, Qiao Mo thought at the time.

So he turned into a human form and fished him up. The little Li Chengnian grabbed his sleeve tightly and said, "Thank you, cat."

But Qiao Mo was able to save him that time, but he couldn't save him this time.

Because he could see that the "anger" in Li Chengnian was getting thinner and thinner.It's different from the situation when he was very angry even though he was in danger when he was a child.

He is really near the end of his life.

Li Chengnian stared at him intently: "You must have a way, right? You are a cat demon and a cultivator, you have a way, right? As long as you can practice, you can prolong your life, right?"

Three consecutive "isn't it?" Qiao Mo sighed in his heart, but some things cannot be forced.

"What's so good about cultivating the Tao?" Qiao Mo leaned over, stretched his arms and patted Li Chengnian's head lightly, like coaxing him when he was a child, "It's bitter and tiring..."

"But I can't die!" Li Chengnian grabbed his wrist and squeezed his hand, "I'm dead, Beiguo..."

Qiao Mo withdrew his hand from Li Chengnian's hand, and said in a low voice, "You are dead, there is still a crown prince in the Northern Kingdom."

"But the prince is not my child!"

Li Chengnian swept everything on the table onto the carpet, and the teacup smashed against the inkstone, making a loud noise.

This action had exhausted him, and he sat decadently on the couch behind the table and panted heavily.

"His Majesty……"

There was an inquiry from the palace people outside the door, Qiao Mo looked at Li Chengnian, and Li Chengnian waved to him.

Qiao Mo coughed lightly, and when he spoke again, it was Li Chengnian's voice.

"It's alright, you all leave."

The figure of the palace servant retreated after saluting.

"Xiao Mo," Li Chengnian rested his forehead with his hands, "You and I both know that prince, he is not my blood, but just a pawn to stabilize people's hearts. Give him the throne."

Qiao Mo didn't speak.

He has always disliked too much association with mortals, because mortals have a limited lifespan, and he is the one who will be left behind in the end.

The last ones left need to bear the pain of death, and can only rely on time to heal slowly.

Li Chengnian closed his eyes, he squeezed the jade bottle in his hand: "Two days ago, Nanguo sent this, do you know what it means?"

Qiao Mo's eyes moved to the emerald green bottle.

"He's demonstrating." Li Chengnian's lips turned pale. "He's also a mortal, but he found a fairy who can lead him into Taoism."

"Impossible." Qiao Mo said immediately.

"But……"

"No, yes, yes," Qiao Mo repeated word by word, "Even if people who have ascended return to the mortal world, it is impossible for people without spiritual roots to enter the Tao."

Li Chengnian put the emerald bottle heavily on the table: "But the truth is, the emperor of the Southern Kingdom has already begun to rejuvenate!"

"Rejuvenate?" Qiao Mo tilted his head, "Are you sure it's not a trick?"

"I know my spies well!" Li Chengnian said irritably, "Now the emperor of the Southern Kingdom has returned to his middle-aged appearance!"

"Your spy doesn't know how to spell." Qiao Mo muttered.

"Then you know the art and you won't help me!"

Qiao Mo pursed his lips.

Li Chengnian looked at the young man in front of him with a hint of despair in his eyes.

"Xiao Mo, let me ask you one last time, will you help me enter the Tao?"

Qiao Mo shook his head seriously: "Let me answer you one last time. You don't have spiritual roots, so you can't enter the Tao."

After a long silence, Li Chengnian said: "Okay, then I will find a way by myself, but Xiao Mo, I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise."