"Look!" Wei 13 was depressed, and the old Dao's thunderous shouts woke him up.

When he raised his head, he saw a handful of small gold suddenly appear in the hand of the little gold man beside Lao Dao. Immediately after, the figure of the little golden man suddenly appeared in mid-air.

In an instant, Wei Shisan's mind was attracted to the past.

"Kenichi!"

Xiao Jin's mouth snorted, Wei Shisan's sea of knowledge set off a monstrous wave in an instant, and Xiao Jinren stood on the crest of the waves, just like the old way that shook the sky, and the style was peerless.

But I saw that the little golden sword in the little golden man's hand suddenly drew a sword arc in the air, which was plain and unremarkable, but there were some things that could not be described in words.

The next moment, the huge waves on the opposite side broke off from the middle, as if they were cut by a giant sword, and the sea water fell into the sea of knowledge.

The little golden man turned into a golden light and headed directly towards Wei Shisan.

Wei Shisan's complexion changed slightly, and before he could react, the golden light had already penetrated into his eyebrows, and dense golden words like swarms of ants appeared in his mind.

He could only read the first few hundred golden words, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't read the golden words at the back.

"The Tao gives birth to all things, and the heavens are ......"

Wei Shisan read these golden words softly, and as his voice fell, those golden words came out of his eyes and were arranged in front of him in a staggered manner.

Wei Shisan was a little puzzled, and reached out to touch these golden words, but found that these golden words passed directly through his palm.

He grabbed back and forth several more times, and got the same result, he raised his head and looked at Lao Dao suspiciously.

"This is the Taoist Mixed Yuan Tao Sutra, these are the most basic parts of the Taoist Sutra, the latter ones you can't touch now, and when you step into the realm of Taoism, you will see the next part yourself. Before Wei 13 could speak, Lao Dao explained Wei 13's doubts.

"Mixed Yuan Dao Sutra?" Wei Shisan whispered the name that Lao Dao said. After thinking for a moment, he didn't remember that he had heard of this name.

Lao Dao said with a smile: "The Mixed Yuan Dao Sutra, this world is only known to the three of us masters and apprentices, Lao Dao, I retreated for a whole Jiazi, and only then did I have an understanding from the three thousand Dao Tibets and create this Mixed Yuan Dao Sutra!"

"But you have to remember that the twelve-style sword moves are my way, you can use them, you can learn from them, and your way will ultimately be up to you!"

"There are three thousand avenues, everyone has their own way, take other people's way, never cross the peak of that road, only by taking their own way, it is possible to walk out of the supreme height. ”

In the end, Lao Dao's expression became serious, and his voice became louder.

Wei 13 stood in place, listening carefully to what Lao Dao said, Lao Dao's words today undoubtedly opened an unknown door for him.

"The old way, your own way?" Wei Shisan muttered in his heart. Actually, he didn't understand what the Tao was, but he didn't want to lose face in front of the old Tao, so he finally nodded at the old way.

Lao Dao looked at Wei Shisan, and he couldn't see that this little guy didn't understand what he said at all. But he didn't say much, there are some things that this little guy will only understand if he has experienced it himself, even if he says more, it is useless.

He believed that the little guy would understand these things later, so he was not in a hurry.

"Jian Yi just now, what can you see?" Old Dao's inquiring gaze fell on Wei Shisan's body, and the latter felt a little furious in his heart, trying to recall the sword move made by the little golden man just now.

Wei Shisan's mind recalled, the peachwood sword in his hand was raised high, and his mind was fixed on the moment when the little golden man made a sword move.

"Kenichi!"

Wei Shisan repeated a sentence in his mouth, his body jumped high, and in a trance he felt that he was the little golden man at this moment, as if he had seen the monstrous waves.

He swung the wooden sword in his hand violently, as if he saw that he had cut off the monstrous waves that had been set off, and he was full of spirit.

"Ahem, this is the sword you comprehended?" Old Dao's voice interrupted his thoughts, and Wei Shisan woke up and glanced at the wooden sword in his hand blankly. The next moment, he couldn't wait to go directly into the sea of knowledge.

Where there are any huge waves, not even a trace of waves have been raised, it is purely because he thinks too much, he is still the original waste wood Wei Thirteen, the waste Wei Thirteen who can no longer be scrapped.

Wei Shisan's gaze met the old Dao's playful gaze, smiled wryly, and turned his head to the side, completely lacking the spirit he had just now.

"Okay, when the time comes, you will naturally see the rest of the sword moves, and I hope that when we meet in person, I can also tell those friends that I have taken in another disciple. Lao Dao smiled heartily and said.

Wei Shisan's body was stunned, he knew that this illusory old dao was not Lao Dao himself, but he was still a little reluctant, even if it was an illusory figure, he also felt kind.

"You'll be able to see that little girl soon!" The old Taoist voice fell, and the illusory figure disappeared, leaving only Wei Shisan and the still suspended golden blood in the entire space.

Wei 13 looked at the silent sea again, and his heart couldn't help but feel lost.

......

I don't know how many miles away, on top of a tall building of more than ten feet.

An old Daoist in a cyan robe slowly opened his eyes and smiled slightly in the southeast direction.

It was Wei Shisan's cheap master.

Opposite Lao Dao sat a man who looked like a Confucian student, with black eyebrows like a sword, wearing a golden dragon robe.

Between the two is a chessboard, in which is a game of black and white, and the two are playing against each other.

The Confucian man landed on the chessboard with a white hand, and looked at the old man who opened his eyes with a smile: "It seems that your little apprentice has news!"

Lao Dao picked up a sunspot, looked at the chessboard before dropping the sunspot, and smiled loudly, "This little guy has a bit of an opportunity!"

The Confucian man looked at the lore situation on the chessboard, and the white son he picked up fell into the wooden bowl, which can be regarded as a direct admission of defeat.

"Look at this mountain and river, if one day our generation falls, who will protect those people in this world?" The Confucian man pointed to the mountains and rivers in the distance, and a nine-turn rugged river flowed like a yellow belt on the earth.

The river was tumbling and rushing, making a heavy sound.

"Hehehe," Lao Dao seemed to have thought of a countermeasure, smiled back, and stroked his beard, "When my generation of heroes is asleep, the new generation has grown up. ”

"Now the world is like a plate!" the Confucian man said softly, his words mixed with some inexplicable powerlessness.

Lao Dao smiled slightly, did not speak, he understood that if there was a game of chess in this world, the man would be the one who played chess, and he himself was at most just a bystander, or a chess piece in the chess game.

The world is like chess, and thousands of living beings are sons.

He did not dare to say what the outcome would be.