Nine Turns of Chaos

Chapter 842 Daoist, please stay
Chapter 879 Daoist, please stay
Even if he suddenly moved forward and accelerated his speed, the small yard still kept the same speed as him, and was always three hundred feet away from him.

Xiao Lingyu felt it was very strange, so he continued to accelerate towards the small courtyard, but even though he increased his speed to the maximum, he couldn't catch up with the small courtyard.

What's even more strange is that no matter where the small courtyard goes, it will turn into a flat land.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!
Xiao Lingyu felt that this small courtyard was too weird, so he immediately turned around and stopped chasing him.

Who would have thought that the small courtyard seemed to be fighting with Xiao Lingyu, and actually went after Xiao Lingyu instead.

The small courtyard obviously had a very fast moving speed, and it must be faster than Xiao Lingyu. It seemed that it was chasing after him, but it still kept a distance of three hundred feet from Xiao Lingyu.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it at all, Xiao Lingyu hid directly in the spectrum of chaos with a thought.

Looking at the yard through a door of light through the spectrum of chaos, Xiao Lingyu thought in his heart: "See what kind of moth you can play!"

After waiting for about three breaths, the small courtyard slowly moved towards this side and stopped at the location of the Chaos Spectrum.

But what Xiao Lingyu never expected was that the small courtyard stopped moving, and just stopped at the hidden place of the Chaos Spectrum.

The courtyard was very quiet, no monks entered or exited it, and the gates of the three huts were always locked.

"I'm actually trapped in the chaos spectrum again. What is this small yard? It seems to have eyes. If I go out like this, something will happen."

Xiao Lingyu was a little at a loss, he didn't know whether to go out or wait.

In addition, the time flow in the Chaos Spectrum is relatively fast. One year has passed outside, and ten thousand years have passed inside. Without enough patience, ordinary monks really can't stay in the Chaos Spectrum.

Xiao Lingyu was quite patient, for the sake of safety, he refrained from going out, and decided to wait and see for a while.

It's just that the small yard didn't know what was going on, it just stayed where it was.

Xiao Lingyu sat cross-legged at the door of Guangmen, and began to meditate on those small characters, occasionally looking outside.

A hundred years have passed outside, and a million years have passed in the chaos spectrum, and there is still no movement in the small courtyard.

3000 years have passed outside, and Xiao Lingyu is still blocked by that thin layer of window paper.

However, finally there was movement outside. An old man with a big belly, slightly bald head, and bare feet walked into the yard with a smile on his face.

Holding a banana fan more than one foot long, the old man leisurely entered the yard and came to the crooked neck tree. With a wave of the fan, there was a stone pier and a small round stone table under the tree.

The old man sat on the stone pier, and swept his loose robe sleeves over the stone table, and a wine jug and a large wine bowl appeared on the stone table.

However, as soon as the old man filled the wine bowl with wine, the small courtyard suddenly changed drastically. In an instant, it turned into a tiger-like monster.

The fierce tiger was as tall as a bull, and its whole body was black and white. Most of its hair was white, and the black part was in circles, and there were some black spots.

At this time, the two front paws of the monster quickly picked up the wine bowl, and then it poured the wine in the wine bowl into its own mouth.

However, as soon as the wine was in the mouth, the tiger-shaped monster spit out another mouthful, sticking out its tongue, and kept flapping its mouth with its two front paws. It looked very psychic and very funny.

"Haha, you bastard, you're just greedy, you're going to suffer this time!"

The old man laughed loudly, patted the tiger's head with a plantain fan, and proudly said: "This wine is the wine I won from your master. What's a pity, that guy thinks he's smart. Last time he bet with me, I lost you beast to me, and this time he lost again. He originally lost a pot of Da Zi Zai Ling Tong Sheng, but that guy actually gave me a pot of bitter wine with no good intentions. , just for you to drink...Your master's bitter wine, come and taste, wonderful, wonderful..."

The ferocious tiger and monster had a slumped look on its face, and it crawled down sullenly, but then it stood up again, and said a few words to the old man.

"Oh?"

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

"Stop fooling the old man, how can there be any strong human race here?"

After looking around carefully for a while, the old man slapped the tiger's head again with a banana fan.

The tiger looked very aggrieved, and said a few more words, as if to avenge itself.

"You are just like your black-hearted and cunning master. You 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 men hiding here, you can hide it from me. The old man's eyes?" The old man replied indifferently.

The tiger didn't dare to say any more, and immediately ran to the side, lay down on a big bluestone and fell asleep.

The old man didn't pour himself any more wine, but just sat there with a relaxed expression on his face, and didn't seem to be practicing or doing anything else.

Just a few hours later, the fierce tiger who was sleeping on the big bluestone suddenly woke up and looked up at the distant forest.

The old man didn't make any other movements, 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 through the void.

The middle-aged monk looked a little thin, with bushy eyebrows, small eyes, but very dark and bright pupils. In addition, he had a beard on both sides of his mouth and chin, which made him look extremely intelligent.

Before it got close, the tiger had already gone up to meet it, with a grievance and pitiful look on its face.

"You bastard, you are still very nostalgic. He even lost you to me, and you are still attached to him. Although I don't treat you well, I won't lose you." The old man scolded angrily. road.

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

"Barefoot brother, why do you have to compete with a beast, not to mention that it is yours now, you have to treat it well."

The middle-aged monk fell down slowly, and with a wave of his sleeves, he made a stone pier for himself to sit on.

"What use do I want it for? What other magical powers does it have besides being able to deceive the eyes? It looks very powerful, but last time I took it to visit King Ming's, it didn't even come within three hundred feet of King Ming's mansion." If you dare to approach, you are as timid as a mouse, and you cannot become a master!" The old man said contemptuously.

"Since my brother doesn't want to see it, why don't you give it back to me, lest my brother look at it and make trouble." The middle-aged monk looked considerate.

"Come on, I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. If I lose, I want to go back. Didn't I win you for nothing?"

The old man waved his hands again and again, and then said: "By the way, I clearly won the Lingtong Holy Brew this time. Why did you give me a pot of bitter wine?"

The middle-aged monk asked, "Have you had a drink?"

The old man shook his head, pointed at the tiger and said, "I haven't drank it, but it drank a big bowl for itself."

The middle-aged monk suddenly stood up, looking very angry, but thinking that the bitter wine was given by him on purpose, and he wanted to bully the old man, so he sat down resentfully.

Just in a blink of an eye, the middle-aged monk smiled again, and said: "I came today to explain this matter. At that time, you and I were drinking together. I drank too much and I was a little drunk, so I came here to explain this matter. If I took the wrong wine, I was afraid that my brother would drink the bitter wine by mistake, so I chased him day and night, hehe."

The old man knew the temperament of this middle-aged monk, so he didn't bother him too much. After returning a pot of spiritual wine, he pointed at the tiger and said, "Brother Shen, do you want to take back your beloved pet?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk regained some energy immediately, but soon recovered his natural expression, and said calmly: "There is no reason to return the lost things. I am not the one who can't afford to lose!"

(End of this chapter)