After the meal, the young man had to go back to the room, pick up the old "Tao Te Ching", and began to read it.

Time passed minute by minute, and the boy was perhaps too tired, and after a while, he fell asleep groggyly.

In the dream, the boy found himself in a fairyland, faintly able to see a golden building standing above the sea of clouds. Just when the boy wanted to see clearly, he was woken up by his father.

The middle-aged man pulled his ears and shouted, "If you read a book, you have to be lazy to sleep, like something!" Don't sleep, read to me, I'll naturally give you sleep when the time comes. ”

The boy had no choice but to read hard.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and as the boy read it, he found that the book in his hand began to appear with mountains, seas, rare birds, and strange beasts. In the end, it is still the magnificent building that stands above the sea of clouds.

This time, the boy finally saw clearly, it was a golden gate located above the sea of clouds, exuding a thousand rays of light, shaking people unable to open their eyes, full of supreme majesty.

There seemed to be bursts of fairy sounds coming out of the door, and the surrounding clouds and mist were not like things in the mortal world. Before he knew it, the boy fell asleep again.

About an hour later, the middle-aged man entered the boy's room and saw the boy lying on the table and falling asleep.

This time, he did not wake up his son, but smiled with relief and put aside the "Tao Te Ching" in his son's hand, and gently carried the young man to the bed.

When leaving the room, the middle-aged man sighed with emotion: "Good boy, I can get the sense from the Tao Te Ching so early." It's my son, and when he reached this level, he read it twice less than me. It's really more human than human, and it's infuriating......"

The boy slept for nine hours.

When the boy woke up, he found his father looking at him with strange eyes. He rubbed his eyes and asked, "What?" ”

"You've been sleeping for a long time. Nine hours, do you want to sleep when I let you study? The middle-aged man feigned anger.

"I was so tired yesterday, plus I saw some strange things in the book, maybe they affected me, my head was groggy, and I accidentally fell asleep......"

"Nonsense, how can there be strange things in books?"

"It's true, I saw a lot of things, and a door made of gold that stood on the clouds." The boy made an exaggerated gesture with his hand.

"Nonsense, stinky boy, sleep lazily and make excuses, I will punish you to go to the market to buy a big iron pot and come back!"

The young man rubbed his nose: "If you want me to run errands, just say it, and say anything to punish me." It's okay for me to go, give money! ”

The middle-aged man touched his head: "Tell your father Chen that you owe it first, and make up for it next time." ”

The young man was embarrassed and said, "However, we have already made seven iron pots on credit......

"Your Daddy Chen is not such a stingy person, if you want to go, you will go, don't talk so much."

"But ......"

"Don't go yet!"

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, the boy had already disappeared.

"Good boy, why does your memory be so good, you can even remember how many pots you owe." The middle-aged man wiped his forehead and said helplessly.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man frowned, as if he felt something, his eyes lit up, and he said to himself, "Huh? It seems that a distinguished guest is coming to the door. ”

The boy was walking on a path leading to the market that the villagers had worked so hard to build, when he suddenly saw a man in white walking in the distance. It's just that the wind and sand in the distance are too strong to see the man's face clearly.

The figure gradually advanced, the wind and sand slowly dispersed, and the young man finally saw the face of the person who came.

The young man felt that although the appearance of the young man in front of him was slightly inferior to his father, he had the incomparable temperament of his father. Especially with a long sword behind him, it looked even more immortal.

"This sword will definitely sell for a good price." As a veteran of the perennial bazaar, the young man's eyes are extremely vicious. Of course, he thinks so, but that's just how he thinks about it.

The boy passed by the man in white.

The young man glanced back at the slender figure, and his heart was full of longing, how much he wanted to become a hero as personable as this young man. The boy sighed secretly, turned his head, and continued walking towards the market.

The man in white continued to walk on the path. Suddenly, he sensed a breath, and his figure flashed away, coming to a wooden house.

This is the boy's home. The middle-aged man was napping on the old wooden chair in the doorway. When he saw someone coming, he just stood up unhurriedly and asked, "Who?" ”

The man in white slowly spoke: "Under Xiao Mou." ”

The middle-aged man still asked lazily, "Oh? Xiao Mou? Is it Xiao Mou, the master of Tianyi Pavilion and the ninth ranked martial arts review? I don't know what to do when you come to the humble house? ”

Unexpectedly, the other party actually knew his name, Xiao Mou was vigilant, bit his lip, and said: "A few days ago, I came to Xihe Prefecture because of the affairs of the cabinet, and at noon yesterday, Xiao noticed that there was a breath of heaven and man here, so I came here to ask. ”

After hearing this, the middle-aged man stretched and slowly spit out a word: "Get out!" ”

"Since the seniors are like this, then don't blame the juniors for being rude and offended!" After speaking, Xiao Mou pulled out the long sword behind him, and in an instant, the sword aura in the small courtyard was rampant, "Sword name, shadow." ”

The middle-aged man glanced at Xiao Mou, tightened his pants, and said, "You go, you are not my opponent." ”

At this time, Xiao Mou had already lifted the shadow sword upside down and rushed towards the courtyard.

"Ugh." The middle-aged man sighed and picked up a wooden stick casually, "Since you don't believe it, then I'll accompany you to fight, but you are not allowed to destroy my yard." ”

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, the two immediately came to a deserted sandy area five miles away from the courtyard.

Xiao Mou was shocked: "Shapeshifting? Are you a Taoist? ”

The middle-aged man didn't answer his question, but just brandished a wooden stick and rushed towards Xiao Mou. Xiao Mou had no choice but to raise the Shadow Sword to block.

The middle-aged man was aggressive, and the wooden stick tactics were flexible and unpredictable, and Xiao Mou was almost unable to parry, let alone look for an opportunity to fight back.

Suddenly, Xiao Mou found a flaw, swung out a sword, and split the wooden stick into two pieces. I saw a smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth and continued to attack.

Xiao Mou suddenly regretted splitting the wooden stick into two pieces. Because the wooden stick that was broken in two was even more handy in the hands of the middle-aged man.

"Circumcision?" Xiao Mou watched the middle-aged man's supernatural offensive, and he was almost desperate.

I saw that the middle-aged man's left hand stick opened and closed widely, and his right hand stick could block in time every time Xiao Mou wanted to fight back.

At this time, Xiao Mou finally realized that he couldn't drag it out any longer, so he dodged away and swept towards the wooden house.

The middle-aged man was slightly relieved, and said, "Xiao Mou, go back to your Tianyi Pavilion!" ”

Say what you say! In the next moment, Xiao Mou turned into a phantom and disappeared in place. And the shadow sword was controlled by the middle-aged man, trembling incessantly.

"It's really a pearl covered in dust." The middle-aged man looked at the Shadow Trailing Sword suspended in the air, trembling incessantly, and sighed with emotion.

He seemed a little tired, stretched his waist, and swiped his right hand on the body of the Shadow Sword, imprinting a rune on the blade.

The Shadow Sword no longer trembled, just suspended silently in the air.

The middle-aged man thought for a while, attached a word spirit to the sword, and then patted the shadow, and the shadow sword flew to the north like a long rainbow through the sun, and the target was Tianyi Pavilion.

As soon as Xiao Mou, who was teleported back to Tianyi Pavilion with a mantra, regained his composure, he felt as if he had been hit by something on his waist. When I looked closely, it was my own sword, which ranked fourth among the top ten famous swords, Trolling Shadow.

Xiao Mou was about to strike Edgeworth, but found that he could not succeed in taking Trolling Shadow back into his hand.

In addition to being shocked, Xiao Mou heard the middle-aged man's voice coming from the Shadow Sword: "If you don't have a long memory, come and touch my moldy head, it will be Lao Tzu to absorb the luck of your Tianyi Pavilion." ”

Then, he felt a hard spanking on the buttocks. When he looked back, he saw that behind him was the wooden stick that the middle-aged man was holding when he was fighting.

Before he had time to react, he saw the shadow and the wooden stick turn into streamers and fly into the distance.

Xiao Mou suddenly felt a moment of fear and almost collapsed to the ground.

If it was only a thousand miles of imperial sword, Xiao Mou thought that it would not be difficult to do it. But compared to the famous psychic sword, which can control a wooden stick thousands of miles away, Xiao Mou thinks that he can't do it. He was close at hand, and he couldn't control the flying sword that the middle-aged man who was thousands of miles away!

This made Xiao Mou very depressed. Not only did he touch the ashes of his nose, but he also lost the Shadow Sword, which he was proud of.

Although he was extremely annoyed, he also knew that the news of his being beaten back must not be spread.

In front of the wooden house, the middle-aged man yawned, then smiled faintly and said, "This is just a small lesson." ”