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The voice became more and more urgent, and listening to the voice, Song Qiu remembered the jelly beans that his grandmother fried for him when he was a child.

But obviously, that wasn't the sound of fried jelly beans.

Song Qiu looked at the white-fronted tiger not far away, and suddenly remembered the Digimon he had seen in his childhood, and at this moment, this tiger was very similar to the appearance of the Agumon when it evolved into a tyrannosaurusmon.

Yes, the sound came from the body of this tiger.

To be precise, it came from the tiger's spine.

The tiger's limbs gradually became slender, and the majestic word "king" on the tiger's head melted into a faint yellow like the word in water.

Then the tiger stood up.

Yes, its two hind feet turned into legs, and its forefeet into arms, and it stood up like a man.

Perhaps the word "like" should be removed.

Because he has become a man.

Seeing that "person", Song Qiu's mouth opened wide and he could swallow a goose egg.

Song Qiu has seen immortals, immortal cultivators, and ghosts recently, if it was just a tiger turned into a human, a monster, he would not be so surprised.

The key is the appearance of that "person", which makes Song Qiu almost can't believe his eyes.

This person Song Qiu is very familiar with.

Familiar with it until this morning.

Yes, this tiger has become a true monk!

There is no wind in the bamboo forest.

The forest bird was frightened away.

Song Qiu and the Daozhen monk of the tiger change looked at each other.

If it weren't for the tiger-changing Daozhen monk's exaggerated muscles that were as strong as a bodybuilder and the violent look that burst out from time to time in his eyes, Song Qiu would definitely regard him as a real Daozhen monk.

"Immortal cultivator, you are not welcome here, get out of here! Get out of here!" Before Song Qiu could ask the doubts in his heart, the false Dao True Monk roared viciously.

Song Qiu looked at the eyes of the false Dao True Monk, which were full of disgust and hatred for human beings.

"I'm here to find someone...... No, find a dog. Song Qiu said.

The false Dao True Monk's eyes flickered, and he said: "There are no dogs here, immortal cultivator, don't you understand the words of the deity, don't you hurry up, you really want the deity to eat you?"

Song Qiu frowned and said, "You are not a local mountain god and land, do you have a dog, can you just talk about it?"

The false Taoist monk was furious when he heard this, and said loudly: "I said no, but I didn't, and I dared to doubt the deity." Since you don't eat the toast, you want to eat the punishment wine, and you can't complain about the deity!"

Before the words fell, the fake Daozhen monk grabbed the thick and tough green bamboos on both sides with both hands, and waved at Song Qiu, and the two green bamboos rose from the ground and smashed towards the top of Song Qiu's head.

Song Qiu took a few steps back, and two green bamboos slammed into the muddy ground, raising bamboo leaves all over the sky.

The verdant bamboo leaves that had just fallen from the branches, mixed with the withered yellow bamboo leaves that had long since dried up, overshadowed Song Qiu's eyes.

In the dancing bamboo leaves in the sky, two green bamboos smashed into Song Qiu again with the piercing and earth-shaking sound of the wind.

Song Qiu was ready this time, grabbed the two bamboo stems with both hands, and pulled them hard behind him.

Two huge forces converge in the center of the two bamboo stems, and the two bamboos crack from the middle, as if the clothes have been burst, and the original integrated bamboo body is broken into slender bamboo pieces.

"Good strength! You immortal cultivator have a few brushes. The false monk shouted.

Song Qiu and the fake Daozhen monk exerted force on their hands at the same time, and there were two clicks, and the two bamboo stems broke suddenly.

The two of them took two steps back, the fake Dao True Monk raised his eyebrows, and his hands fanned the bamboo forests on both sides, and in an instant, more than a dozen bamboos fell down, like a dozen extremely powerful Zhenshan sticks, pointing at Song Qiu.

Song Qiu's steps swayed, and his body hid between the staggered bamboo shadows, and he passed by the bamboo stick several times.

Striding and sprinting, Song Qiu's imperial envoy came to the front of the false Taoist monk in an instant, and his right fist was hammered out with this force.

The false Dao True Monk subconsciously stretched out the palm of his left hand, wanting to catch it with the palm of his hand.

There was a thud, and the fists were slammed.

The false Dao True Monk did not move, and Song Qiu took two steps back.

The fake Dao True Monk said with a solemn face: "Immortal cultivator, you are very powerful, it is still too late to go down the mountain." ”

As he spoke, several small wounds opened between the palms of the left hand of the false Daozhen monk, which dripped to the ground along the knuckles of his fingers.

"Look at you like this, it's really here. Song Qiu didn't want to continue fighting inexplicably, and said, "I don't know what you're worried about, how can I be embarrassed by this kind of cultivation?"

The false Dao true monk sneered and said: "This is not necessarily, you humans are very cunning, especially immortal cultivators, they are not things. ”

Looking at his appearance, he has a deep prejudice against both humans and immortal cultivators.

Song Qiu sighed and said, "Since you have such a great hatred for immortal cultivators, why do you still want to change into an immortal cultivator?"

The false Daozhen monk was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "Can you compare with the Daozhen Bodhisattva? Although the Bodhisattva has not yet become a Buddha, it is only his deliberate restraint, and if he really wants to seek the Buddhahood with all his heart, then he is already among the gods and Buddhas in the heavenly realm." ”

After listening to what the fake Daozhen monk said, and remembering the things he had chatted about during tea yesterday, Song Qiu suddenly had a guess in his heart, and asked tentatively: "Wouldn't you be the acrobatic cub that Daozhen monk saved?"

The false Dao True Monk stared at his round bell-like eyes and asked in a sullen voice, "How do you know?"

And so it was!

Song Qiu saw that he had guessed correctly, and was about to reveal his relationship with Monk Daozhen, when a few dogs barked in the distance.

The two eyebrows of the fake Daozhen monk are wrinkled like the narrow canyon mouth of the Three Gorges, leaving only a little gap directly above the bridge of the nose.

After hesitating two steps back and forth, the barking of the dog sounded again, this time a little more urgently.

The fake Dao True Monk stared at Song Qiu viciously, lowered his head and didn't look at him, pointed to the road leading to the depths of the bamboo forest, and said in a rough voice: "Let you go in inside, why are you standing stupidly, why don't you hurry up and let Lao Tzu go in!"

Song Qiu shrugged his shoulders and didn't care.

He walked in the direction of the previous sound.

In a secluded bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves rise and fall slightly along the breeze blowing in the distance, like a sea of green waves.

Song Qiu saw the Roaring Sky Dog lying on the ground from a distance, his eyes looking motionless in the same direction, his eyes flashing with love and eagerness that Song Qiu had only seen in human eyes.

It was blocked by a dense piece of bamboo, and Song Qiu couldn't tell the difference.

After taking a few steps closer, Song Qiu finally saw an animal lying there.

Black and white, fluffy, mellow and cute, cute and cute.

But why is this animal here?

Song Qiu wondered.