On the opposite side of the Daoguang River is Gwangmyeong-gun.

The town of Daohe is located at the very edge of the plain, and the town is nestled in the Daoguang River.

On this day, a canopy boat leaned against the pier of the town, and a young man got off the boat.

The young man disembarked and nodded to the boss.

Under his feet was already the territory of Guangming County, the land of Daomen.

The high crown was like a mallet, tapping the ground under his feet as he nodded.

The young man is a gentleman, the second senior brother of the academy.

The town is very shabby, some years. The town is inhabited by all believers of the Daomen, not even ordinary cultists. Due to the relationship between the Daomen and the Empire, the docks did not have the desired prosperity. The townspeople are also engaged in some of the lowest jobs.

The stone steps of the pier had become more dilapidated than the town due to the erosion of the river and time, and a few broken stone bars had fallen onto the lower steps, revealing the brown dirt inside.

There was no one on the strange dock, only an old man with rusty tools repairing the stone steps, next to two steel drills, a wooden stick, a bamboo basket and other things.

The steps were not wide, and the old man blocked the gentleman's path with the road tools stacked there.

If a gentleman wants to go up, he must first cross the old man, not if he wants to go up, but because he has to go over.

But a gentleman is a gentleman after all, and etiquette is always thoughtful. scolded Aoki that day, and he also saluted first.

The so-called salute before the soldiers.

The gentleman saluted: "Can the old man take advantage of the way to give way?"

The old man looked up, his thin cheeks covered with the dust of time. It exudes decay and obsolescence, like old wood in a dark corner.

"Nope". The old man said, like the sound of rats gnawing on the door in the middle of the night.

"Why not?" said the gentleman frowned.

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. The old man bent down again and continued his work.

Although the stone steps are tattered, you can still walk up.

"Why doesn't it work?" the gentleman continued,

"Because the Tao is not repaired, it will naturally not be passed. The old man picked up a piece of stone, but could not put it back in its original place.

"Then I'll help you fix it", the gentleman stepped up a step.

The old man shook his head, and the steel drills, wooden sticks, and bamboo baskets were in front of the gentleman, and the wooden sticks were horizontal on top of the bamboo basket, and the steel drills stood on both sides of the bamboo basket.

The steel drill is the door frame, the bamboo basket is the threshold, the wooden stick is the deadbolt, and there is an invisible door panel.

The old man erected a door on the stone steps of the pier.

"Your way is not here, you have to cultivate, and you have to cultivate your own way. The old man said.

The gentleman has moved, and the salute has been done.

A gentleman wants to do it, and if he does it, he will think about it, not for profit.

The straight and square ring ruler hit the end of the flat pole on the bamboo basket,

To be square, go to press the end of the deadbolt.

The flat shoulder is strong enough to pick up a thousand pounds. But the square is as heavy as a mountain, not to mention ten thousand catties.

One end of the pole was cocked, and the deadbolt had been lifted.

The gentleman stretched out his hand and pushed the invisible door.

The old man put down the stone bar in his hand, stood up, stretched out his right hand to hold one of the steel drills, and sneered: "It is said that the second gentleman of the academy is square and benevolent, but I didn't expect that he was the one who forcibly pushed the door of other people's houses." ”

"This was originally the road, but you forcibly set up the door," the gentleman explained very seriously and felt that he had missed the key words: "I just take the road that everyone can walk, as for benevolence, isn't it Haotian of the Daomen?

Except for robbers, those who stand in the way are bad dogs, because good dogs don't get in the way.

Therefore, the "those people" in the gentleman's words refer to either robbers or dogs.

The gentleman complained directly, the second senior brother would still scold people, and where did the cultivator of the wordless cliff scold him.

The gentleman doesn't seem to respect Haotian very much.

Of course, the cultivator heard the meaning of the gentleman's words, and the old face was slightly red and angry, and the steel drill in his hand stabbed at the gentleman. The rust on it fell off in the violent friction with the air, covering the stone steps with a thin layer of rust.

The gentleman's wide sleeves swayed lightly, and he stepped back in one step, his face was not shocked, and his high crown was not slanted.

The gentleman advances and retreats in a good way.

The monk missed, and with a twist of his wrist, the steel drill stood in front of him.

The gentleman's feet are on the river, and he stands on the river, unfazed.

The monk stood on the stone steps of the pier and held another steel drill on the stone steps with his left hand.

The pier was higher than the river, but the monk felt like he was standing low.

He was a monk, and he couldn't allow his Tao to be shorter than others, and a scream sounded on the dock, like an old owl crying at night.

As the scream sounded, the leaves on the trees next to the pier fell like a cold wind blowing, and the whistle did not stop, and the branches of the trees became bare.

In the roar, the figure of the cultivator rushed towards the gentleman standing on the surface of the river like a bolt of lightning.

The steel chisel of the right hand pierced out,

The steel chisel of the left hand is pierced,

I don't know how many kicks I made with my right foot for a moment.

The gentleman also let out a clear whistle, and the clear whistle swept across the river, and the fish in the water jumped out of the water one after another, following the whistle, in the direction of the gentleman.

When the fish leap out of the water, the gentleman also greets the monk.

The transition from static to dynamic was just a flash of lightning, and the ring ruler in his hand hit the steel drill in the monk's right hand, and with a "boom", the sky above the Daoguang River exploded with a thunderclap, and the jumping fish hid back to the bottom of the water in horror.

The sky is clear, where does the thunder come from.

The palm of his left hand slapped vertically against the steel drill of the monk's left hand, and the monk only felt the steel drill piercing on a stone wall.

The right foot also kicked towards the monk, bang, bang, the vitality of heaven and earth shook violently, and the river rose to the sky, revealing the black silt at the bottom of the water, and countless fish could not avoid being shocked to death.

A real river fish.

The two broad sleeves of the gentleman were like flags, and the wind was blown by the chaotic heaven and earth vitality, and the high crown on his head was still upright.

All the attacks of the monks were blocked by the gentleman, and the gentleman began to walk,

The gentleman took three steps, and the distance of each step was the same size as if measured with a ruler, and it was as if he were stepping on a straight line.

As soon as the first step was taken, the rope that bound the monk's hair snapped and broke, and the gray hair flew in all directions.

In the second step, the steel drill of the monk's right hand seemed to be trampled by an invisible foot and fell to the surface of the river.

When the third step is taken, the monk holds the end of the steel drill in each hand and reaches the end of the chest.

The third step of the gentleman falls in the center of the steel drill, which is bent into an arc and finally into a semicircle.

The monk flew back to the street above the docks.

The gentleman stepped onto the dock.

A wisp of dark red blood flowed from the corner of the monk's mouth, and there was no pain in his eyes, but his cloudy gaze became brighter.

He is a cultivator on the wordless cliff, from birth to the present, except for the cultivation of the Tao, he really hasn't done much else in this life.

Those beautiful youths and a life that should have been more brilliant and wonderful, he dedicated them to the Tao, and he kept cultivating them all the time, which belonged to him.

He has cultivated countless Taos over the years, and when he sees the gentleman today, he wants to see the results of his cultivation over the years.

He compares the gentleman to an answer sheet, on which he wants to write his answer and see the result.

Solemnly put the tools together, except for the steel drill that had fallen into the river.

He didn't plan to retrieve it, and maybe he wouldn't need it again.

In the fight just now, he already understood the strength of the gentleman.

The gentleman stood quietly and watched him do all this, which is also the way of a gentleman.

"Second Sir," the monk bowed to the gentleman and introduced himself for the first time, "Second Mr. already knows that I am a monk of the Wordless Cliff, and must not know my name yet. ”

He paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Actually, I forgot what my name is, the second gentleman called me thirteen, and they all called me that in the wordless cliff." ”

The old man's face actually smiled a little astringently, he was not very good at saying polite words, saying these was already the most polite words in his mind.

"Thirteen old man", the gentleman returned the salute, when he was quiet, he was a humble gentleman.

The monk did not speak again, clasped his hands to his chest, and his face became reverent.

The gentleman did not speak again, and his face became solemn.

Not for the upcoming battle, but for respect for an old man.

Respect for the elderly is the virtue of a gentleman.

The monastic began to pray in a low voice, as in the most devout of the congregation: "Great and merciful Haotian, thank you for hearing the call of your people. Spread your light on the world and dispel this boundless darkness......"

He was reading the scriptures of the Daomen.

The gentleman was a little displeased, and the slight affection he had just given to the monk was washed away by the passage he used to pray.

Is the world dark?

But he waited patiently.

He also wanted to see the magic of the Daomen.

As he prayed, the monk's hands held in his chest slowly spread and gathered above his head.

It's like welcoming some kind of most honorable arrival.

As the monk's hands opened, a white glow cast over the distant sky, and his face became ecstatic. This is the Great Light Divine Technique of the Daomen, and no matter how devout he prayed before, he had never succeeded in performing it.

This time, perhaps Haotian took pity on his piety.

The faith that had disappeared returned to the monk's body, and his eyes became more pious and brighter.

The hands slowly parted left and right, and the light became a wall of light.

White, bright.

The gentleman looked up at the high top of the light in the distance, and began to walk quickly, the gentleman did not stand under the dangerous wall.

The bare wall is dangerous, of course.

The monk's hands dragged back, and the bare wall smashed down towards the gentleman.

Yes, it was smashed, like a wall collapsing, and the gentleman was going to be buried under the wall.

But the gentleman walked earlier, walked faster, and by the time the wall fell, the gentleman had already reached a distant place.

The wall did not smash the gentleman, and the bricks of the wall became stones on the road, twisting and turning, undulating like a trail and a mountain road.

The gentleman goes again,

The gentleman should walk on the avenue, and the gentleman avoids the path and comes to the monk.

The way of a gentleman is not cultivated, but walked out, and he felt that what the monk prayed was wrong, so he wanted to correct it for him.

When he was in the backyard, whenever Sansan did something wrong, the gentleman took the ring ruler to correct Sansan.

So much so that Sansan always said that the second senior brother was called a gentleman, but he always only beat and scolded people.

When the ruler fell on the path, the path was broken one by one, and the ruler fell on the monk's open palm, which became red and swollen, and could no longer hold the light.

In fact, the more important reason is that the gentleman feels that his time here at the dock has been delayed too much, and the little junior brother Su Yan is still sick in the backyard.

This time the cultivator was stronger than just now, but this time the battle ended faster. He looked at his red and swollen hands, a little dazed.

He stood there dumbfounded, wondering how the Dao he had cultivated all his life could be so easily defeated by a precept ruler for educating students.

The gentleman walked past him and walked towards the streets of the town.

The monk still did not move.

The gentleman thought about it for a while, and finally said:

"The way you cultivate is always the way of others, but I am following my own path. ”

After saying that, he didn't look back, because a black knight appeared in the far corner of the town's street,

The knight is the apologetic cavalry of the Daomen.

A sudden look appeared on the monk's face, and then he became even more dazed.

Could it be that the way you have cultivated is really wrong?

Countless rays of brilliance shone out from his body, and it was like there was a huge sun in his body, and the Haotian Divine Radiance that had just descended was not something his body could bear.

On the top of the light, the master of the sect withdrew his outstretched right hand, and there was still a trace of divine brilliance circulating on it.

After all, the cultivator still did not succeed in casting the Great Light Divine Technique.

The master of the sect recalled the gentleman's words:

"You are cultivating someone else's way, and I am following my own path. ”

The gentleman is really great, it's just that it's someone else's.