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

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

Drinking in his own teahouse, no matter who it seems, is an extremely strange thing, but the young man has always been indifferent, and when the old shopkeeper is drinking, he even takes out the beads he picked up on the beach a few days ago and examines them carefully.

The old shopkeeper glanced at the golden Saint Pill, and said weakly: "People don't have the same fate, some people can't find one even if they give their lives, but this little guy can pick up such a good thing by running around on the coast, tell me if he sets foot on the path of cultivation, will he one day become another person standing in front of that threshold?"

The old Confucian reminded: "He didn't set foot on that avenue. ”

The old shopkeeper was in some spirits, and he looked at the little fellow, "But I want to see it." ”

The old Confucian sighed and didn't say a word.

The old shopkeeper stretched out his thin arm and put it on the young man's head, and with a slight force, he made the young man fall asleep, and then the old shopkeeper took the holy pill from his hand, and with a strong force, it was pinched into powder, and it fell into the tea.

"He took this holy pill and was seen by people who knew the goods, let alone stepping on the avenue, and even his life was not guaranteed. ”

The old Confucian thought that the old shopkeeper was doing these things very interesting, and asked, "Then how are you going to let him go down that road, do you hand him over to the sect of one of your drinkers, or do you bury some spells and Dao methods for him somewhere, and let him figure it out by himself?"

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

The old Confucian felt a little dazed, but still nodded.

"This young man's family is fishing for a living, you find a small boat, let him send you out to sea, and finally you, the mountain fairy, see that he has good bones, teach him something, he eats the holy pill, he will naturally go faster, maybe it is a hundred or two hundred years, he can stand in front of that threshold, when the time comes, if I am still alive, I can naturally see what choice he has to make. ”

"Maybe we can make a bet?"

The old shopkeeper looked at the old Confucian and said flatly: "I've been too bored all these years, this is an interesting thing." ”

The old Confucian took a sip of wine, shook his head and said: "If you want to bet, you can't fight like this, this kind of fight is nothing more than a bet on whether he can go one step further, it's too boring." ”

The old shopkeeper glanced at the old Confucian slantedly, "Then what do you say?"

"I also know a young man, who is a sword practitioner, and it is possible that he will come to that threshold, let's bet on who will dare to take a step forward in the end?"

The old Confucian looked at the old shopkeeper and said what he thought.

The old shopkeeper sneered: "In this world, sword practice is the most abnormal, no matter who it is, standing in front of that threshold, it is not necessarily going to retreat." I'm afraid that life is really not very important in their eyes. ”

The old Confucian sighed and frowned.

The old shopkeeper didn't want to say more, so the gamble was stopped.

The old Confucian finally asked: "There are so many people in the world who are willing to take a step forward, why are you unwilling?"

The old shopkeeper didn't answer the question, but returned to the counter and began to lie down on the counter and take a nap.

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

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

The old Confucian tilted his head and said something.

The boy looked surprised at first, then nodded.

The two of them got up and left the teahouse, but the young man didn't forget to drink the bowl of tea before leaving.

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

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......

The two of them came to the shore and found a boat that was not too big or small.

The boy pushed the boat into the sea, not noticing that this time it was easier and without much effort, and when he and the old man had boarded the boat, he began to paddle slowly, and the boat headed for another shore.

In Beihai, few people dare to go to sea in a small boat, but this dreaming teenager seems very natural, and he takes it for granted that he goes to sea like this.

On the boat, the old Confucian smiled and asked, "What kind of dream did you have?"

The young man rubbed his head embarrassedly, and said with a smile: "Maybe you won't believe it, someone told me in my dream, let me send you to the sea, your old man is a fairy on the mountain, and he wants to pass on my immortal law." ”

The old Confucian didn't rush to speak, it was not a great deal for a monk to interfere with an ordinary person's dream, especially a great monk who had lived for an unknown number of years like the old shopkeeper, what he wanted to do, this young man would not find anything at all, let alone feel strange.

I just feel very lucky, there will be immortals in dreams.

Old Confucian blinked, "If I don't pass on your immortal method, and you die because you go to sea, what should I do?"

The young man was not in a hurry, and did not think too much, "That is the will of God, since the dream said that you were going to sea, and when I woke up, you told me that you were going to sea, then there is nothing wrong with this dream, even if it is not right later, it is not the problem of the immortal, it can only be said that you feel that I am not qualified enough." ”

The old Confucian has walked many roads in his life, and has seen many people, but he has never seen a person like this young man, although he knows that there is a reason for the old shopkeeper's manipulation, but he still feels a little shocked.

The world says that Liang Yi is the first person under the cloud sage, but the old Confucian has never thought so, there are too many old monsters in this world, this old shopkeeper who sells tea is one, and there are many monks who have never shown up in the world, their realm is not necessarily worse than Liang Yi.

Even now that Liang Yi is fighting with the old shopkeeper, the old Confucian never thought that Liang Yi would definitely win.

The old Confucian thought for a while, took 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 moment, and finally nodded shyly.

The old Confucian stopped talking nonsense, stuffed the book into his arms, and said softly: "Then he must have pointed you out a way to follow." ”

The boy nodded again.

The old Confucian didn't say anything, just sighed, this young man's life was set by the old shopkeeper, how could he talk about the courage to cross that threshold in the end?

The reason why this world is colorful is not because everyone is following the old path.

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

The old Confucian 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, and whether he should do something during this time, such as leading this young man from the old road to a new road?