Super Elation Under the Sun

No outsider heard the conversation between the two old guys, and even the young man sitting next to them didn't realize what the two people beside them were saying.

He just knew that the old shopkeeper was sitting next to him, drinking.

Drinking in his tea house is a very strange thing no matter who it is, but the young man remained indifferent. When he was drinking in the old shopkeeper, he even took the beads he had picked up at the beach the other day. Take it out and examine it carefully.

The old shopkeeper glanced at the golden sacred pill, and said weakly: "People are not killed. Some people have died and have not been able to find one. But this little guy can pick it up when he runs around on the coast. When it comes to such a good thing, tell me if he steps on the avenue of practice, will one day become another figure standing in front of that threshold?"

The old scholar reminded: "He didn't set foot on that road."

The old shopkeeper came with some energy, and he looked at the little guy, "But I want to see."

The old Confucian said, without comment.

The old shopkeeper stretched out his skinny arm to put it on the young man’s head, and made the young man fall asleep with a slight force. Then the old shopkeeper took the sacred pill from his hand and squeezed it into powder. All fell into the tea.

"He took this sacred pill, and the person who was found saw it, let alone stepping on the main road, even his life would not be guaranteed."

The old Confucian thought that the old treasurer did these things very interesting, and asked: "Then how are you going to let him go that way, whether to hand him over to the sect of one of your drinkers, or to give him somewhere Bury some magic techniques and Taoism, let him figure it out for himself?"

The old shopkeeper looked at the old scholar and said in surprise: "Aren't you going to sea?"

The old scholar felt a little at a loss, but he nodded.

"This young man's family is fishing for a living. You find a boat and ask him to send you out to sea. In the end, you, the **** on the mountain, see that he has good roots and teach him something. After he eats Holy Pill, he will naturally go fast Some, perhaps one or two hundred years, he will be able to stand before that threshold, and if I am still alive then, I will naturally be able to see what choice he wants to make."

"Maybe we can make a bet?"

The old shopkeeper looked at the old scholar and said flatly: "I have been too boring these years. This is an interesting thing."

The old scholar took a sip of his wine and shook his head: "You can't bet like this if you want to bet. It's nothing more than a bet on whether he can go one step further. It's too boring."

The old shopkeeper glanced at the old scholar, "Then what do you think?"

"I also know a young man who is a swordsman, and it is possible that he will reach that threshold. Let's bet on who would dare to take a step forward?"

The old scholar looked at the old shopkeeper and said his thoughts.

The old shopkeeper sneered: "Sword practicers are the most abnormal in this world. No matter who it is, standing in front of the threshold will not shrink back. I'm afraid that life is really not important to them."

The old scholar sighed and frowned.

The old shopkeeper didn't want to say more, so this bet was forfeited.

The old Confucian student finally asked: "There are so many people in the world who are willing to take a step forward, why are you not willing to do so?"

The old shopkeeper did not answer this question, but returned to the counter and began to doze on the counter.

The old scholar drank the rest of the wine and waited for the boy to wake up.

When he finished his last sip of wine, the boy opened his eyes and opened his eyes. The first thing he said was, "I had a dream."

The old scholar tilted his head and said something.

The boy looked surprised at first, then nodded.

The two got up and left the tea house, but the boy didn't forget to drink the bowl of tea before leaving.

The old shopkeeper soon heard a slight snoring sound, thinking that he didn't even want to collect the tea money.

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The two came to the coast and found a small boat.

The young man pushed the boat into the sea. He didn't notice that this time it was easier and didn't take much effort. After boarding the boat with the old man, he began to slowly paddle the oars and the boat headed towards another shore.

In the North Sea, few people dared to go to sea in a small boat, but this young man who dreamed of a dream seemed very natural and felt that going out to sea like this was a matter of course.

On the boat, the old scholar smiled and asked, "What dream did you have?"

The young man rubbed his head in embarrassment and smiled: "Maybe you won't believe it. Someone in your dream told me to send you out to sea. Your old man is a **** on the mountain and wants to teach me the magic."

The old Confucian student did not rush to speak. It is not a big deal for the monk to interfere with the dream of an ordinary person, especially the great monk who has lived like an old shopkeeper who does not know how many years, what he wants to do, this young man simply I won't find anything, let alone feel strange.

I just feel lucky, there will be fairy dreams.

The old Confucian blinked, "If I don't teach your fairy law, and you died because you went to sea, what should I do?"

The boy was not in a hurry, and he didn’t think too much, "That’s God’s will. Since the dream says you are going to sea, when I woke up you told me that you were going to sea, then there is nothing wrong with this dream, even if the back is wrong. That's not the immortal's problem, it can only be said that you feel that I am not qualified."

The old scholar has traveled many paths in his life and met many people, but he has never seen someone like this young man. Although he knows that there are old shopkeepers doing tricks, he still feels a little surprised.

Everyone in the world says that Liang is also the first person under the cloud saint, but the old scholars have never thought about it this way. There are too many old monsters in this world. This old tea shopkeeper is one, and there are many who have never appeared in the world. Monks, their realm is not necessarily worse than Liang Yi.

Even now Liang Yi had a fight with the old treasurer, the old scholar never thought that Liang Yi would definitely win.

The old Confucian thought for a while, pulled out a book from the bookcase, and asked gently, "Did that person tell you that your talent is rare in the world?"

The boy thought for a while, and finally nodded shyly.

The old scholar stopped talking nonsense, put the book in his arms, and whispered softly: "Then he must have pointed you a way and let you go along."

The boy nodded again.

The old Confucian didn't say anything, just sighed. The young man's life has been set by the old shopkeeper. In the end, how can he talk about the courage to cross that threshold?

The colorful world is not because everyone is walking the same way.

There are no people on the new road, and no matter how many people are on the old road, this world is still that world.

The old scholar took out some books from the bookcase and put them in front of him, thinking that it would take a long time to get to the other side. During this time, he should do something, such as lead this young man from the old road to a new road. ?