The old man laughed loudly and patted the tiger's head with a banana fan, saying proudly:

"This wine is the wine I won from your master. What's a pity is that the guy thought he was smart. Last time he bet with me, he lost, this time he lost again. He had lost a pot of Dalizai Lingtong Holy Brewery, but the guy actually gave me a pot of bitter wine with a kind heart. This time he poured a bowl of bitter wine for you... You can taste your master's bitter wine, wonderful, wonderful..."

The tiger monster crawled down in a depressed look on his face, but then it stood up and spoke a few words at the old man.

"oh?"

After hearing this, the old man's face changed slightly, and he squinted his eyes and looked around.[

"Should come and fool me, where are there any human powerhouses here?"

After the old man looked around carefully for a while, another banana fan slapped the tiger's head.

The tiger seemed very aggrieved, and said a few more words, as if he was avenging himself for his grievances.

"You are like your sly and sly master, who will lie and deceive people all day long. Even your master is honest in front of me. But you, a beast, come to lie to me. If there are other strong people hidden here, can you hide it from me?"

The old man replied disrespectfully.

The tiger didn't dare to say anything more, so he ran aside and fell asleep on a large bluestone.

The old man did not pour himself any wine, and just sat there in vain, looking leisurely, and never went to practice or do anything else.

Just a few hours passed, and the tiger sleeping on the big bluestone suddenly woke up and looked up at the mountains and forests in the distance.

The old man didn't make any noise, but the smile on his face became even stronger.

Not long after, a middle-aged monk wearing a black robe and a strange hat walked slowly over in the void.

The middle-aged monk looked a little thin. His eyebrows were thick, his eyes were not big, but his eyes were very dark and bright. In addition, there were a tuft of beards on both sides of his mouth and his chin, which made him look very wise.

Before he could get close, the tiger had already met him and looked pitiful.

"You beast, you are still nostalgic. He lost you to me. You are still nostalgic about him. Although I am not good to you, I will not lose you."

The old man cursed angrily.

The middle-aged monk gently patted the tiger's head, a little bit loving, a little reluctant, a little guilty... In short, his expression was complicated.

"Barefoot brother, why do you have to compete with a beast? What's more, it's yours now. You have to treat it well."

The middle-aged monk slowly fell down, and waved his sleeves and made a stone pier for himself and sat down.

"What's the use of me? It's apart from some tricks. What kind of magical powers do it have? It looks very powerful, but last time I took it to visit the Ming King, it didn't even dare to get close to the Ming King's Mansion. It was as timid as a mouse, and it could not become a great weapon!"

The old man despised the truth.[

"Since my brother doesn't like it, why not return it to me again, so that my brother won't be upset."

The middle-aged monk looked understanding.

"Stop coming, I'm willing to accept the loss. If I lose, I'll go back. Wouldn't I win you in vain?"

The old man waved his hands repeatedly and said:

"By the way, I clearly won the Lingtong Holy Wine this time. Why did you give me a pot of bitter wine?"

The middle-aged monk asked:

"Brother has it drunk?"

The old man shook his head and pointed at the tiger and said:

"I haven't drunk it, but it poured itself a big bowl."

The middle-aged monk stood up suddenly, looking very angry, but when he thought that the bitter wine was given on purpose, he wanted to give the old man a hand, he sat down again in disappointment.

In just a moment, the middle-aged monk smiled again and said:

"I came today, actually to explain this matter. At that time, you and I drank too much and were a little drunk, so I got the wrong wine. I was afraid that my brother would accidentally drink bitter wine, so I followed him day and night, hehe."

The old man knew what the temperament of this middle-aged monk had, so he didn't bother him much. After he wanted to get back a pot of Lingtong Holy Brewery, he pointed to the tiger and said:

"Does Brother Shen want to take back your love pet?"

When the middle-aged monk heard this, he immediately felt a little bit energetic, but he quickly regained his natural expression and said calmly:

"How can I get back what I lost? I'm not the one who can't afford to lose!"

"Haha, even if you cheat, I have to be willing. You have to promise me a condition."

The old man smiled.

"What are the conditions? Let's talk about it first."

The middle-aged monk was cautious and authentic.

"Help me go to Moon Mountain to steal a laurel holy fruit." The old man said.

"What? You old guy is too greedy!"[

The middle-aged monk glared at his eyes and said, "That laurel tree is the beauty's treasure. Let me steal it. If it is discovered, even if the beauty can't do anything to me, if she lets her husband know it again, the sun-shooting bow might be aimed at me for a moment. You are not asking me to seek death!"

The old man said unconcernedly:

"There is no such thing as if you are careful. With your ability, not to mention stealing a laurel holy fruit, even if you steal the rabbit, you will probably not be discovered. Besides, even if it is discovered, her husband will not dare to give you the sun shooting bow. After all, he will have to give your master some face."

The middle-aged monk still waved his hand and said:

"My master has been ascended for many years. That reckless man may not give me face. And that reckless man is very disgusted with others sneaking into Moon Mountain."

The old man said:

"I don't care about these things. If you want this beast to come back to you, you have to steal a laurel holy fruit for me."

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment, but he still said firmly: "I won't do it!"

The old man pondered for a moment, and said as if he had made up his mind: "Let's do this, in addition to returning this animal, I will invite you to drink three pots of Xuanji wine today! How about it?"

Hearing the three words Xuan Ji wine, the middle-aged monk was moved and asked, "Really?"

The old man snorted and said, "I don't like you like to cheat everywhere! If you don't believe it, you can drink these three pots of Xuan Ji wine in front of me!"

At this time, there were already three wine pots on the stone table.

The middle-aged monk's eyes turned and then turned, and finally said, "I'll try if this is Xuanji wine first!"

The old man did not refuse. The middle-aged monk opened a wine pot, then took a big mouthful, then tasted the wine in the other two pots, and said with satisfaction: "It's true that it's all Xuanji wine!"

"How is it, are you going to Moon Mountain?" the old man asked.

"I'll try it again, don't think about anything!"

As he said that, the middle-aged monk picked up three wine pots one after another and poured himself three more mouthfuls.
Chapter completed!