When the story was over, the old man put the little boy down, then waved the fan in his hand again, turned around and walked into the distance.

"Grandpa...... Where are you going?" cried the little boy;

"Let's go, it's time for us to go home!"

"Isn't this our home?"

"Hehehe......"

The old man just smiled, and the person he asked the master about back then appeared, and it seemed to untie a knot in his heart, but there was a little more confusion in those deep eyes.

Seeing that the old man was already far away, the little boy looked back at the chessboard behind him that had been unknown how many years had passed, and the chessboard seemed to suddenly feel a trace of inexplicable charm, which he couldn't see through and couldn't tell.

But after all, he was still a young man, and there was nothing more in his clear eyes than doubt, and he had to reluctantly turn around and chase after the old man in a hurry.

......

To the south of the earth, there is such a mountain, and every morning the clouds and mist rise from the mountain, and they are continuous, like the waves of the sea.

If someone covets the beauty of the sunrise above the sea of clouds, they often choose to prepare enough dry food the night before, climb to the top of the mountain, and keep a hard watch all night in the night, so that when they are hazy, they can see the sunrise in the sea of clouds that does not seem to belong to the world!

The mountain is not high, there are immortals, but there is no legendary fairy on this mountain, but a long time ago, there was a Daomen, because the mountain of this place is facing south, so this Daomen is also called Nanshan Road.

On this day, everyone in the Nanshan Road was startled, and the old and the young all hurried to the crossing, as if something was happening.

After a while, countless Tsing Yi had gathered at the entire Nanshan crossing, and in front of the crossing, there were two figures standing, one old and one young, who were facing the sea of clouds in Nanshan with their backs to everyone.

There were a lot of people, and the child who was about seven or eight years old beside the old man turned his head cautiously, looking a little flustered, and then pulled the corner of the old man's clothes next to him, looking very restrained.

"Grandpa, grandpa...... Where is this, and why are there so many people?" asked the little boy.

The old man looked back at him, stretched out his hand again, touched his head with some kindness, and said with a smile: "This is our home......

More than ten years ago, the Taoist master of Nanshan Daokou opened a hall to teach the Tao and asked his disciples: "There are many techniques in the world, what is the Tao?"

Everyone was silent, none of them answered, the Taoist Lord shook his head, as if he was not very satisfied with the reaction of the disciples, just when he wanted to continue, suddenly a disciple showed a decisive look on his face, as if he couldn't bear the things that were pressed in his heart, or slowly stood up from the crowd at this time.

"Fang Mu Zhengfa, Dan Yin Da Technique, Astrological Mysteries!"

This opening woke everyone up, and even the Dao Lord fell on that disciple's body, and seemed to be very curious about his answer.

The disciple looked around at the crowd, his expression was a little nervous, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, so he added: "The technique is divided into small and small techniques, the big is the way, and the small is the technique!"

The Taoist Lord looked at the disciple, his expression did not change at all, but after listening to the disciple's speech, he slowly got up, and this teaching hall was over.

As for whether this answer is right or wrong, outsiders do not know, and the former Nanshan Daoist has since left the Nanshan Daokou, which has been practicing for decades.

"The technique is divided into small and small, with the big as the way, and the small as the technique!"

This answer may not be the answer he wanted, but it is the answer that is common to almost everyone, so he left, left the South Mountain Road, and went down the mountain along the path.

Time flies, perhaps the events of the year have been forgotten by people, and the young disciple who answered the Nanshan Dao Master has already cultivated and become an outstanding Dao Sect elder in the Nanshan Dao.

But what no one would have imagined was that ten years later, the old figure returned, and the sermon of that year may have been obliterated by the years, and he did not seem to have changed anything except to bring back a child.

Similarly, the world still believes that there are only three extreme spells in the world!

And ten years later, the boy he brought back was called Mu Ziliang.

Mu Ziliang has no relatives, he is an orphan from a nameless river in the third year after he went down the mountain, at that time he may have sought the true Tao, never thought about it, and did not make preparations, when he picked up the Ziliang who was waiting to be fed, he was doomed to have a bumpy road.

It took him three years to exorcise the child's disease, and another three years to search for him, and finally found the ancient pine in his childhood memory, and went to find a game that he didn't understand when he was a child.

But time was merciless, and for another three years, he sat under the ancient pine after being reborn in the fire every day, but he never understood the game of the guru of the year, until that day, a star fell on the earth......

Nanshan Dao, maybe there are not many people who have the impression of many, in the world where there are many hidden secret methods, Nanshan Dao does not seem to have much reputation.

The world looks up to the coexistence of the three worlds of the Fa-rectification, but they don't know that everything stems from the thunder of the year, and after nearly a few decades, it finally came to the first year of Mu Ziliang's entry into the Nanshan Road!

While everyone was looking at the old and the young in front of them, suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd again, and an elderly man in his fifties and sixties was seen coming from behind the crowd.

Everyone got out of the way, just because this person's status and identity in the Nanshan Dao were extraordinary, because he was the only master of the Nanshan Dao today, and he was also the subjective Mo master of the Nanshan Dao that almost all the people of the Nanshan Dao were now recognized!

"Guru ......"

Guan Mo appeared, and everyone showed a respectful look on their faces, and they did not forget to bow while avoiding both sides, some people called the master, and some people respected the Taoist.

And behind Guan Mo, there are still a few old men, they are all respected seniors and elders in Nanshan Dao, although they have profound cultivation, they can hardly be called masters.

I saw Guan Mo moving forward, ignoring the many protégés and disciples of Nanshan around him, but came straight behind the old and the young.

The closer it gets, the more difficult it is for Guan Mo's heart to calm down.

Guan Mo, who has cultivated so far, has become the only master in the Nanshan Dao, and his heart has long been like water, but he can't calm himself down no matter what this day, because that back is very familiar to him.

The cultivation of the guru is the most serious and powerful existence of almost the vast majority of cultivators, but at this moment, the appearance of the Guru Guan Mo was a little hasty, because it was an intuition, a kind of thought that could only appear as the cultivation of the Guru.

For many years, he has always believed that there will be such a day.

In front of the crowd, Mu Ziliang carefully looked at Master Guan Mo from far and near, his eyes were full of doubts, and he also saw the reaction of all the Nanshan Tsing Yi disciples in his heart, and there was already a kind of awe in his heart.

When Guan Mo also stopped, he looked at the boy who was only eight or nine years old, the two looked at each other, Guan Mo and the young man were the same old and one young, but Mu Ziliang instinctively avoided it, after all, in his life so far, he had never seen an old man who could not help but be in awe at such a glance.

"You ......"

When Guan Mo looked at the old man with his back to him again, he finally spoke, but before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, because the old man was slowly turning around.

As the old man turned around, Guan Mo's heart actually began to beat, and several Nanshan old Daoists behind him also saw the unusual place, and their expressions changed abruptly, after all, Guan Mo was the only master of their Nanshan Dao!

"Master, Daoist!"

Someone hurriedly stepped forward and came to Guan Mo's side, at this time the old man had completely turned around, and for the first time he really faced the people of Nanshan, he still looked so kind, with a slight smile on his face, like a kind elder, like the figure that went down the mountain ten years ago.

"Mo, that's good!"

When his gaze finally fell on Guan Mo, he just said four words with a little satisfaction in a tone that seemed like an elder facing a junior.

Facing the fifty or sixty-year-old master, facing the first person in the Nanshan Dao today, he called him: Ah Mo!

When he heard the familiar and unfamiliar title ringing in his ears, Guan Mo was shocked, and it seemed that he had lost all his strength in just a moment.