The conversation between the two old guys was not heard by anyone else. Even the young man sitting beside them did not realize what the two people were saying.


    He just knew that the old shopkeeper was sitting beside him and drinking.


    Drinking in his own teahouse, no matter who looks at it, is a very strange thing. However, the young man is always indifferent. When the old shopkeeper is drinking, he even takes out the beads he picked up on the beach the other day and looks at it carefully.


    The old shopkeeper glanced at the glittering elixir and said powerlessly, "people have different lives. Some people have lost their lives and can''t find one. But this little guy can find such a good thing by running around the coast. Do you want to tell me if he steps on the cultivation Road, will he become another character standing in front of the threshold one day?"


    "He didn''t set foot on that road," the old Confucian warned


    The old shopkeeper had some spirit. He looked at the little guy, "but I want to see it."


    The old Confucianist said nothing.


    The young man put his arm out of the old cupboard and let him fall into the water.


    "He took this elixir and was seen by the people who knew the goods. Let alone set foot on the road, he would lose his life."


    The old Confucian scholar thought that the old shopkeeper had done these things very interesting, and asked, "how are you going to let him go that way? Are you going to give him to one of your drinkers, or will you bury some skills for him in some place and let him think about it by himself?"


    The old shopkeeper looked at the old Confucian scholar and said in surprise, "you are not going to sea?"


    The old Confucian scholar felt a little confused, but still nodded.


    "The boy''s family is fishing for a living. You can find a boat and let him take you to sea. Finally, you, the mountain god, see that he has a good bone and teach him something. After eating the holy pill, he will naturally walk faster. Maybe in a period of one or two hundred years, he will be able to stand in front of the threshold. If I am still alive, I will be able to see what choice he wants to make 。”


    "Maybe we can make a bet?"


    The old shopkeeper looked at the old Confucian scholar and said plainly, "I have been so boring these years. This is an interesting thing."


    The old Confucian scholar took a sip of wine, shook his head and said, "if you want to bet, you can''t fight like this. It''s nothing but a bet on whether he can move forward. It''s too boring."


    The old shopkeeper glanced at the old Confucian scholar and said, "what do you say?"


    "I know a young man who practices sword. He may come to the threshold. Let''s make a bet. Who dares to move forward?"


    The old Confucian scholar looked at the old shopkeeper and said his ideas.


    The old shopkeeper sneered: "under this day, the sword practitioners are the most abnormal. No matter who stands in front of the threshold, they will not shrink back. Life is not very important to them. "


    The old scholar sighed and frowned.


    The old manager didn''t want to say more, so the bet was over.


    The old Confucian scholar 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 this question. He just went back to the counter and began to doze on the counter.


    The old Confucian scholar drank the rest of the wine, waiting for the young man to wake up.


    When he finished his last sip of wine, the boy opened his eyes. His first words were, "I had a dream."


    The old Confucian scholar tilted his head and said something.


    The boy began to look surprised and nodded.


    They got up and left the teahouse, but the boy didn''t forget to drink the cup of tea before he left.


    The old shopkeeper soon heard a slight snore. I think he didn''t want to accept the tea money.


    ……


    ……


    They came to the shore and found a small boat.


    The young man pushed the boat into the sea. He didn''t notice that this time was easy and not too much effort. After boarding the boat with the old man, he began to paddle slowly, and the boat headed for another coast.


    In the North Sea, few people dare to go to sea in a small boat. However, this young man with a dream seems very natural. He thinks it is natural to go to sea like this.


    On the boat, the old Confucian scholar asked with a smile, "what dream did you have?"


    The young man was embarrassed to rub his head and said with a smile, "maybe you won''t believe it. Someone in my dream told me to send you out to sea. You old man is an immortal on the mountain and wants to pass on my immortal method."


    The old Confucian scholar didn''t speak in a hurry. It was not a bad thing for a monk to disturb an ordinary person''s dream. Especially for a monk who has lived like an old shopkeeper for many years, what he wants to do, the young man will not find anything, let alone feel strange.


    I just feel very lucky, there will be a fairy dream.


    The old Confucian scholar blinked, "if I don''t teach you the immortal method, and you lose your life because of going out 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 says you want to go out to sea, when I wake up, you tell me you want to go to sea. There is nothing wrong with this dream. Even if it is not right behind, it is not the problem of the immortal. It can only be said that you think I am not qualified."


    The old Confucian scholar had traveled many roads and met many people in his life, but he had never seen such a young man. Although he knew that there was something wrong with the old shopkeeper, he still felt a little surprised.


    People all say that Liang is also the first person under the cloud sage, but the old Confucian scholar never thought so. There are too many old monsters in the world. The old tea shopkeeper is one, and there are many monks who have never appeared in the world. Their state of mind is not worse than Liang.


    Even if Liang had a fight with the old shopkeeper, the old Confucian scholar did not think that Liang would win.


    The old Confucian scholar thought about it for a while, and turned out a book from his bookcase. He asked in a warm voice, "did the man tell you that your talent is rare in the world?"


    The boy thought for a while, and finally nodded shyly.


    The old Confucian scholar stopped talking nonsense, put the book in his arms and whispered, "then he must have pointed out a way for you to follow."


    The boy nodded again.


    The old Confucian scholar didn''t say anything, just sighed. The young man''s life was set by the old shopkeeper. How could he talk about courage to cross the threshold?


    The reason why the world is colorful is not because everyone is taking the old road.


    No one on the new road, no matter how many people there are on the old road, this world will still be that world.


    The old Confucian scholar took out some books from his bookcase and put them in front of him. He thought that it would be a long time before he wanted to get to the other side of the river. What should he do in this period of time, such as leading the young man from the old road to a new road?


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