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"Sit down." He nodded to the old man.

Naturally, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He immediately sat down cross legged on the other side of the chessboard, looking at the pieces on the chessboard. At the same time, it was like reaching for the stones in the chess box. But the old man suddenly laughed, and then a force slowly pushed away Yu Wenhu's hand and stopped his action.

"This is not the end of you and me." In the face of Yu Wenhu's puzzled eyes, the old man stroked his beard again, "this is the end of the world, which two mortals can say."

"The world?" Yu Wen Hu's eyes were a little dim, and he asked reluctantly, "if we don't come to the end of the world, who can lead it?"

As soon as he said this, the old man suddenly raised his eyebrows and laughed. His white beard began to shake everywhere.

"This world --" the old man waved his sleeves, and the chessboard disappeared, leaving only the misty clouds between them. "No, the history, the destiny, the twists and turns of the world, although they are all made by people, they are nothing but driven by people."

"As the saying goes," man will conquer nature. " Yu Wenhu said in a low voice, "if I don't focus on the chessboard and grasp the pieces in my hand, how can I drive it? I've been pushed ashore by the torrent long ago, and I won't have the chance to see you at all."

When the old man heard this, he restrained his smile and sighed.

"You are not a closed door disciple. You are entrusted by my friends to have today." His tone with a trace of remembrance, looking at Yu Wen Hu's eyes also dropped a bit of comfort, "but I have to wait for the person, is you, but not you."

What he said made Yu Wenhu's eyebrows tighten. Just as he wanted to open his mouth and ask again, the old man waved his robe again. The cloud was pulled by his actions and turned into thousands of thin threads, intricately winding around them.

"In this world, what we are driven by is nothing more than good and evil." The old man pointed out that all the tangled clouds and silk threads were broken in two and fell under his feet again. "Even if there are thousands of twists and turns and eighty-one difficulties, they can't escape."

He suddenly shakes his sleeve, and his eyes light up like a candle. He looks at Yu Wenhu's eyes.

It's a powerful pressure, not like an old man can burst out, but more like a king with the world in mind, with his eyes in the sky and his hands picking stars.

Only such people spend a lot of energy to set up the tower for such a long time, just for one goal.

When the old man touched his lips, he spat out two words: "the way of heaven!"

Yu Wenhu was shocked all over. He felt a sense of sadness in his heart. At the same time, he felt angry. He just wanted to turn away and never come back.

He thought of his cowardice before he met Lin Hao, the inferiority and humiliation engraved in his bones, as if he was a shameful thing. He could only look down at the moonlight every night and lament his impotence.

The way of heaven, oh, the way of heaven!

If this bullshit heaven wants him to be such a person, he will not comply with such a will and change back to his former appearance even if he is now committing suicide with a sword!

If it's fate, he'll kill it. If it's heaven, he'll pierce it. If it can't be reached by human power, he'll break a road by divine power!