The old man held a palm-leaf fan that was more than a foot long and leisurely walked into the courtyard. He came to the crooked tree and with a wave of his fan, a stone stool and a small round stone table appeared under the tree.
The old man sat on the stone stool and swept his loose sleeves across the stone table. A wine pot and a large wine bowl appeared on the stone table.
However, just as the old man filled the wine bowl with wine, the small courtyard suddenly changed shape. In an instant, it turned into a fierce tiger-like monster beast.
The fierce tiger was the size of an ox and its body was black and white. Most of its fur was white, while the black parts were circles and some black spots.
At this moment, the monster beast's two front paws quickly picked up the wine bowl and poured the wine into its mouth.
However, just as the wine entered its mouth, the tiger-like monster beast spat it out again and stuck out its tongue. Its two front paws were constantly fanning in front of its mouth. Its appearance was very intelligent and very comical.
"Haha, you beast, you're just greedy. You've suffered a loss this time!"
The old man laughed loudly and patted the tiger's head with his palm-leaf fan. He said proudly, "I won this wine from your master. What's lamentable is that that guy thinks he's smart. Last time, he made a bet with me and lost you to me. This time, he lost again. Originally, he lost a pot of Great Freedom Spiritual Holy Wine, but that guy actually gave me a pot of bitter wine with ill intentions. This time, I poured a bowl for you to drink … Your master's bitter wine, come and taste it, wonderful, wonderful …"
The tiger monster beast had a dejected look on its face as it crawled down sullenly. However, it soon stood up and said a few words to the old man.
"Oh?"
After the old man heard this, his expression changed slightly. He narrowed his eyes and looked around.
"Don't try to fool this old man. How can there be a human expert here?"
The old man looked around seriously for a while before patting the tiger's head with his palm-leaf fan again.
The ferocious tiger looked very aggrieved. It mumbled a few words as if it was seeking redress for its grievances.
"You and your black-hearted and cunning master are the same. You only know how to lie and deceive people all day long. Even your master is honest in front of me, but you bastard came to lie to me. If there were other experts hiding here, how could they hide from this old man's eyes?" The old man replied indifferently.
The ferocious tiger didn't dare to say anything more. It immediately ran to the side and fell asleep on a large bluestone.
The old man didn't pour any more wine for himself. He just sat there with a leisurely look on his face. He didn't cultivate or do anything else.
A few hours later, the ferocious tiger that was sleeping on the large green rock suddenly woke up and raised its head to look at the forest in the distance.
The old man didn't do anything else, but the smile on his face became even wider.
Not long after, a middle-aged cultivator wearing a black robe and a strange hat slowly walked over in the air.
The middle-aged cultivator looked a little thin and weak. His eyebrows were thick and his eyes weren't big, but his eyes were very black and bright. In addition, there was a tuft of beard on both sides of his mouth and chin, making him look very intelligent.
Before he even got close, the ferocious tiger had already gone up to him with a pitiful look on its face.
"You bastard, you still remember old times. He already lost you to me, but you still miss him. Although I don't treat you well, I won't lose you." The old man scolded in annoyance.
The middle-aged cultivator gently patted the ferocious tiger's head. There was a little love, a little reluctance, a little guilt … In short, his expression was complicated.
"Brother Barefoot, why do you have to compete with a bastard? What's more, it already belongs to you. You have to treat it well."
The middle-aged cultivator slowly descended. With a wave of his sleeve, he made a stone stool for himself to sit on.
"What use do I have for it? Apart from some camouflage techniques, what other abilities does it have? It looks very powerful, but last time I brought it to the Wise King's residence, it didn't even dare to come within three hundred feet of the Wise King's residence. It's as timid as a mouse, it won't be able to achieve anything great! "The old man said with disdain.
"Since you don't like it, why don't you return it to me? Otherwise, you'll be annoyed." The middle-aged cultivator put on a considerate expression.
"Don't give me that. If I lose and you want it back, wouldn't I have won for nothing?"
The old man waved his hand and said, "That's right, I clearly won this time with the Spirit Communication Holy Brew. Why did you give me a pot of bitter wine?"
The middle-aged cultivator asked, "Have you drunk it, Brother?"
The old man shook his head and pointed at the ferocious tiger. "I haven't drunk it, but it poured a big bowl for itself."
The middle-aged cultivator suddenly stood up, looking very angry. However, when he remembered that he had purposely given the bitter wine to the old man, he sat back down resentfully.
In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged cultivator put on a smile and said, "I'm here today to explain this matter. When you and I were drinking together, I drank too much and got a little drunk. That's why I took the wrong wine. I was afraid that Brother would drink the bitter wine by mistake, so I chased after you day and night. Hehe."
The old man knew the middle-aged cultivator's temperament, so he didn't pursue the matter. After taking back the pot of Spirit Communication Holy Brew, he pointed at the ferocious tiger and said, "Brother Shen, do you want to take back your beloved pet?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator immediately became spirited. However, he quickly returned to his normal expression and said indifferently, "How can I take back something I've lost? I'm not the kind of person who can't afford to lose!"
"Hehe, even if you want to go back on your word, I have to agree first. You have to agree to a condition of mine." The old man said with a smile.
"What condition? Tell me first. "The middle-aged cultivator said cautiously.
"Help me steal a Holy Laurel Fruit from Moon Mountain." The old man said.
"What? Old man, you're too greedy! "
The middle-aged cultivator glared at him and said, "That Laurel Tree is that beauty's treasure. If I were to be caught stealing it, even if that beauty couldn't do anything to me, if her husband were to find out, that Sun Shooting Bow of his might aim at me. Aren't you asking me to court death?"
The old man didn't care and said, "How can there be so many ifs? You just have to be careful. With your ability, not to mention a Holy Laurel Fruit, even if you steal the rabbit, you won't be found out. Besides, even if you are found out, her husband won't dare to use the Sun Shooting Bow on you. After all, he has to give your master some face. "
The middle-aged cultivator waved his hand and said, "My master has ascended for so many years. That boorish man might not give my master face. Besides, that boorish man hates people who sneak into Moon Mountain."
The old man said, "I don't care. Anyway, if you want this animal to return to your side, you have to steal a Holy Laurel Fruit for me."
The middle-aged cultivator hesitated, but still said firmly, "I won't do it!"
The old man pondered for a moment and said as if he had made a painful decision, "How about this, besides returning this animal, I'll treat you to three jugs of Xuanji Wine! How about it? "
Hearing the words Xuanji Wine, the middle-aged cultivator was moved and asked, "Really?"
The old man snorted and said, "I'm not like you who likes to swindle people everywhere! If you don't believe me, you can drink these three jugs of Xuanji Wine in front of me right now! "
There were three jugs of wine on the stone table at this time.
The middle-aged cultivator rolled his eyes and finally said, "Let me try first to see if this is Xuanji Wine!"
The old man didn't refuse. The middle-aged cultivator opened one jug and took a big gulp, then tasted the wine in the other two jugs and said with satisfaction, "It really is Xuanji Wine!"
"How about it? Are you going to Moon Mountain?" the old man asked.
"I'll try it again. Don't you dare try anything funny!"
With that, the middle-aged cultivator picked up three more jugs and took three big gulps.
At this time, the middle-aged cultivator was already showing signs of drunkenness. He didn't ask the old man any more and took a jug of wine and poured it down his throat. It seemed that he liked this wine very much.
After drinking one jug, the middle-aged cultivator was clearly drunk, but he still took another jug and pushed the last one to the old man, saying, "Come, let's drink!"
"Wait, about Moon Mountain …."
"Don't worry, leave it to me. It's just a Holy Laurel Fruit. Even if you want a laurel tree, I'll cut it down for you!"
Then, the old man and the middle-aged cultivator finished the rest of the wine.
After the three jugs of Xuanji Wine were finished, the middle-aged cultivator and the old man didn't seem to be satisfied. They took out more wine and continued to drink until they were both drunk.
The ferocious tiger, on the other hand, secretly poured the remaining wine on the stone table into its stomach. Soon after, it became drunk as well.
After waiting for a long time, Xiao Lingyu saw that the two cultivators and the tiger didn't show any signs of waking up. Then, he quietly left the Primal Chaos Catalog and quickly flew away.
The moment Xiao Lingyu left, the old man and the middle-aged cultivator suddenly opened their eyes, but then closed them again.
Xiao Lingyu naturally didn't dare to use greater teleportation on this dangerous Skyreach Island. Fortunately, his speed wasn't slow either, and he quickly left the place he had stopped at.
After traveling at full speed for three months, Xiao Lingyu finally slowed down. He felt that he should be safe.
Along the way, in order to travel as far as possible, he met with any beasts or monsters that blocked his way. He directly charged through them and didn't stop to waste time fighting.
What Xiao Lingyu didn't expect was that even after traveling at full speed for three months, he was still caught.
One day, three months later, Xiao Lingyu was slowly advancing when he suddenly sensed that someone was following behind him. He immediately cried out in alarm.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"
Before he could turn around, the other party's voice sounded.
Xiao Lingyu hesitated for a moment, but didn't hide in the Primal Chaos Catalog. Instead, he turned around.
At this moment, the middle-aged cultivator who had passed out earlier was slowly approaching on the back of the tiger. The middle-aged cultivator's face was filled with a warm and sincere smile.
Xiao Lingyu braced himself and cupped his fists in salute. "Is something the matter?"
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