() Is the old man the Dream Thief?

Gray Beard is right. He told me that Zhan Qiqing looked like this when he died in his dream. Why is he now wearing the costume of a cosmic flying fairy? Damn, at first glance, he looks really immortal, but if you look closely, it will be revealed.

The sly smile between the brows is so vulgar, there is no introduction to it.

Also, what are these creeping cracks?

Linger?

What is Linger?

Dream Thief Tianzun once said that all things with consciousness have dreams. Immortals' minds are vast, so immortals have no dreams. The dreams of immortals are cracks in the mind, not dreams.

Is this crack an immortal? A sentient being?

Song Lian was suddenly confused and couldn't accept it. This situation completely subverted his expectation. Aren't the spiritual consciousnesses left by great powers the cost of transformation?

"Hey, are you the little brother, the mistress from the island of East Asia?"

An evil, overbearing and obscene voice jumped out of nowhere, and then, the crawling crack was like a worm lifting up and shaking.

"Little brother, mistress?"

A black line appeared on Song Lian's brow.

Suddenly, he shouted: "Damn, you are the mistress, your whole family is the mistress. I am the elder brother, don't you understand. Who are you, tell me your name quickly."

The creeping crack was shaken by a roar, and it swam away immediately, and roared back: "Come, come, come, I am the Immortal of the Pot. I will fight you happily for three hundred rounds, and then I will have a celebratory drink."

"this……."

Song Lian felt that he was short-circuited. He frowned and suddenly understood something. He smiled and pointed at the pot spirit: "You want to fight with my brother for 300 rounds?"

"Exactly."

"Well, you call me brother first."

"No, you are the mistress. The third one came, and I am the elder brother."

"I'm the elder brother. My elder brother comes from the island continent of East Asia. Have you been there?"

"No." Hu Ling shook his head and asked, "Is it fun?"

"That's it, I'm from the East Asian continent, so I'm older than you. You have to call me brother."

"this……."

Hu Ling frowned, rolled up his head and tail, and actually twisted it into a face, stroking his beard, which he learned from Tianzun. Then he pretended to be serious and said: "It doesn't make sense. This fairy has been cultivating Taoism for tens of thousands of years.

Maybe he's a younger brother, I don't remember when I had an older brother. I guess it's because you refused to admit defeat. No, you won't know until you compare. Let's see who is more capable and who is the older brother."

"That's what you said."

"Well, the immortal will never go back on his words." The pot spirit looked very solemn.

"Hehe..." Song Lian smiled slyly and thought to himself: "You little brat, it's just a residual spiritual consciousness. My brother can't deal with you." But on the outside, he looked very serious. He held his chin and pretended to think, and said: "A gentleman's words.

It's hard to catch up with the horse, okay, whatever your greatest ability is right now is better than whatever it is."

Hu Ling was struggling with what a gentleman meant when he said, "It's hard to catch up with a horse." He immediately answered without thinking: "Calculate."

This time, it was Song Lian's turn to be surprised. His original plan was to do a literary competition, but if it didn't work, he would cheat with the pot spirit. If it didn't work, he would bet on cheating. It seems that the bet on the ring magic weapon has made great progress and is different. It is the first part of his eclectic training plan.

This is a dream space, so I thought it would be more suitable for the use of gambling magic weapons. Unexpectedly, the pot spirit actually said it was calculation.

"Hmm, calculation is a very tasteful thing. You know calculation...are you studying calculation or learning calculation recently?"

"Why can't a gentleman catch up with four horses in one sentence?" Hu Ling asked Song Lian.

stop!

Song Lian almost laughed. He was no longer timid at all, and said leisurely: "This is my brother's exclusive allusion. Do you want to compare?"

"Compete with anything, let's compare. You can compare with whatever your greatest ability is now, of course."

"Then your answer is: Calculation. But you want to compare calculations with me?"

"Okay, I'll give you the question. If you can answer it, I, Hu Ling'er, will never regret it once I open my mouth. You will be my brother."

Song Lian felt more at ease and said deliberately: "Okay, but I'm curious about what calculation problems you have studied recently. I mean, excluding the ones you used to test me, what is your highest achievement?"

"Aha." Hu Ling's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was very proud, and said: "It took me thirty-eight years to finally calculate the fourth house of the Nine Palaces arithmetic. Do you want me to teach you?"

Song Lian quickly covered his mouth, fearing that he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He rolled his eyes and thought about it, saying: "You are so awesome, I admire you so much. Is the competition you mentioned still going on?"

"Of course we have to compete, otherwise how can we tell the winner?"

"Okay... okay." Song Lian started to perform at this time, pretending to be hesitant and not daring to compete, "How about a different competition?"

When Hu Ling heard this, his eyes stood up, and he suddenly became full of awe. He said angrily: "No, just calculate. I will give you the questions."

In an instant, it was as if the earth was shattering, and the absolute majesty almost shook the dream to pieces. Song Lian was so crushed that he almost couldn't breathe. Only then did he realize that the evil tyranny of the pot spirit was not hidden, and then he understood why the Dream Thief Tianzun said it would take hundreds of years to slowly grind down.

.It was just a very ordinary and casual verbal stimulation, but it almost caused a big accident.

Withstanding the boundless pressure, Song Lian nodded with great difficulty.

Only then did the pot spirit become happy, his inexplicable domineering attitude disappeared without a trace, and he was so excited that he wanted to ask the question right away.

But Song Lian had other plans in his heart. He immediately waved his hand and said urgently before Hu Ling got angry: "Let's compete, whoever is afraid of whom. But listen carefully, I swear on my soul, if I lose, I will call you brother from now on, and

Listen to your brother and never regret anything, otherwise you will be struck by lightning and die. What about you?"

"Hahaha, I will definitely win."

"Nothing is absolute. What if you lose the competition? I mean hypothetical."

"You dare to underestimate this immortal. It is difficult for the immortal to catch up with his golden mouth. If I, Hu Ling'er, lose the competition, I swear on my soul that I will call you brother from now on, and I will listen to my brother's words and never regret it. Otherwise,

Isn’t it true that a lightning strike from the sky will kill you?”

"Yes, that's it. People of my generation, one is one, two is two. If you have any clever tricks, just come over and ask questions."

As Song Lian expected, Hu Ling came up with an ancient arithmetic problem, which was actually algebra.

After some pretense, Song Lian gave the answer.

Hu Ling's eyes widened, but he was not furious, but in disbelief. He suddenly said: "No, you cheated, you are..., this is not an accurate answer, you are fooling people."

"Take a look, you are obviously a mangy person. You are a great immortal. When you open your mouth, a piece of shit comes out. It is extremely smelly and you are famous all over the world."

"you……."

"What am I? If you ask it again, I will tell you whether it is correct or not. If you ask another question, don't say that I look down on you. There are many cheaters, and I have never seen such a cheater like you. If you ask another question,

out."

Hu Ling was very aggrieved. Seeing Song Lian being so fierce, he had the idea of ​​​​giving up in his heart, but it didn't make sense. I have been calculating for more than ten years and still can't figure it out. How can you figure it out all at once? So, he

He called out to the Dream Stealer in grievance: "Old man, old man, come out, is this the answer? No, you came with him. You immediately asked another question and hid the answer. I, Hu Ling'er, don't believe in evil. Why don't you still

I can answer it right away."

"Hehehe, you need me to act as a notary."

"yes."

Hu Ling and Song Lian said in unison.

As soon as these words came out, it was equivalent to the bet between the two being established. Song Lian's bet ring magic weapon immediately appeared. The pot spirit screamed strangely, and a fairy spittle pot appeared above his head. It turned like a top and said to Song Lian: "What the hell are you doing?"

, so scary. Why is it different from others? Take it off and show it to me. I won’t bet with you anymore."

The pot spirit did not bet, and the rotating immortal spittle pot immediately disappeared.

Song Lian didn't expect that the pot spirit also had a gambling ring magic weapon, and he didn't expect that a bet between a non-human and a human would firstly require the participation of a notary, and secondly, it could be withdrawn midway. His eyes widened, and he roared: "Bullshit immortal,

If you don’t understand, I would like to admit defeat and admit defeat quickly.”

If you act rudely, your brother will act rudely too; if you are unreasonable, your brother will also act irrationally.

"Let me take a look first."

"You should admit defeat and call me brother first."

"No, I want to see it first."

….

The two of them were having sex. You said something, I said something, and it was endless.

Song Lian showed off his enthusiasm for building tiles on the construction floor, but Hu Ling didn't care. A guy who can do one thing for hundreds of years doesn't care at all.

In the end, Dream Thief Tianzun was annoyed to death and shouted: "Stop. How about you two listening to what I have to say?"

"You can't be partial." Hu Ling immediately warned.

"Haha, I am definitely not biased. I want to ask you, everything has a first-come, first-served basis, right? For example, if you call him mistress because he is the third one, but he is not convinced and makes a comparison with you, is your bet calculation correct?

"

Hu Ling nodded: "Yes, that's it."

"Then he first made a bet with you about who is the elder brother and who is the younger brother, and you have already asked a question, which means you agreed to compete with him."
To be continued...