The limelight is actually comparable to that of the Confucian scholar No. 1 scholar and the leader of Jiuzhao, Zihui.

Many people were talking in the streets and alleys, and two people were huddled in the corner and muttering.

"So it turns out that people without Confucianism can be so high-spirited and Confucian archers win the championship?"

"What a non-Confucian? He is a Confucian... a Confucian, you know, maybe in the near future, he will become the only Confucian left in Tianru Continent."

"Shu Ru, are you so powerful?"

"Do you want to learn? Oh, I almost forgot that you are also a non-Confucian, but I tell you, the doctrine of Confucianism cannot be studied indiscriminately."

"Why?"

The speaker pointed to the top of his head and then to the soles of his feet, and said with a somewhat apprehensive look: "Fu Ru's heavenly power comes from the Nine Heavens and is a pure and flawless natural force; but Shuru's earth energy comes from the Nine Earths.

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"Jiudi...uh, what's wrong with Jiudi?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the faint mountain peaks on the horizon.

His eyebrows turned, and he trembled slightly and said: "That is the Langxu Nine Peaks, which is used to suppress the Nine Lands. Under the Nine Lands, evil desires are rampant, evil chaos is rampant, and the magicians control the Qi of the Earth... If you are not careful,

It will turn into a Confucian eccentricity... This is even more terrifying than the Confucian eccentricity that comes from betraying the Holy Spirit and offering sacrifices to heaven..."

"Then why hasn't he changed?" The person who asked was full of doubts.

"Who knows, maybe he has a strong heart. Only a strong heart can suppress some evil desires and chaos."

"My heart is also very strong. Even if a mountain collapses before my eyes, my expression won't change." The speaker was a little unconvinced.

"You're wrong. That's not what I meant when I said a strong heart. I meant integrity..."

"integrity?"

"Yes, the Confucian scholar only needs to condense the Confucianism, because the benevolence and righteousness of Confucianism live in his heart, and he no longer needs to stick to his original benevolence and righteousness; but the Confucian scholar is a disciple without Confucianism, so the Confucian scholar needs to stick to his original intention to cultivate Confucianism.

Heart, the integrity of the human heart blooms in the heart...Only in this way can the human heart be strong."

"How do you know so much?"

The speaker looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, but the person in front of him had his head hidden in the darkness in the corner and could not see clearly.

"Haha, I have something to do, so I'll leave first. I'll see you again if we are destined."

The person who spoke gently patted his shoulder, turned and walked into the darkness of the alley.

After walking out of the darkness, his face was illuminated by the morning light, showing the appearance of Wen Dong.

He murmured to himself: "It seems that people in this world still don't know much about Confucianism. Although the earth energy of the Nine Lands is very dangerous, people's hearts have the right to choose to drive away evil and do good. If you want to learn the skills of Confucianism,

Son, what’s the problem?”

Walking on the streets of Kuru Town illuminated by the morning light, a slight chill entered my body.

Wen Donglai was thinking a lot, he was leaving Kuru Town tomorrow.

"Only by leaving Kuru Town can I learn the six stronger Heavenly Confucian Arts, condense the Confucian Mansion, welcome back Xiaowen who is hiding under the Nine Lands, and then embark on a journey to find my mother..."

This has always been the goal and direction in his heart.

His body kept walking forward without any goal or direction.

The loneliness at the moment Zhao Wuxie turned around was imprinted in his heart. He couldn't figure out the reason and wanted to go find her to ask, but found that he had no idea where she lived.

It's a real failure to be a human being.

Even Kuzhu, his only friend, turned into a 10-10 Confucian scholar in order to tamper with his destiny.

Thinking of Kuzhu, Wen Donglai did not dare to go back to Kuruzhai in the past few days, let alone go to Mofu, wandering around Kuru Town like a lonely soul.

He didn't know what he was afraid of.

Maybe he was afraid that he would kill Kuzhu after the arrival of the bitchy male duo.

So he would rather choose to avoid it all.

Walking, walking, he suddenly came to the east end of the town. In front of him was a small Dumen Mansion that looked like a woman's big buttocks.

"Let's go home and see. I'm leaving tomorrow."

Wen Donglai thought of Wen Mu again, and in an instant it was his own mother.

He misses his mother more and more.

"The child is unfilial."

He sighed quietly, opened the door of the small mansion, and walked in.

"Hello, distinguished guest, where are you going?"

The questioning voice in his ear did not arouse his interest at all.

"Wenjia Village."

"Okay, please wait."

The sense of Qi was raised quickly, and he felt the earth Qi on the soles of his feet begin to surge, causing huge wrinkles like a pushing and pulling space.

Confucianism masters the energy of the earth, and it is true.

The movements and changes of the earth's energy cannot escape his sense of energy.

In just a few seconds, the voice sounded again: "We're here."

When he walked out of Dumen Mansion, what he saw was the huge plaque of Wenjia Village.

He walked out of the small mansion and sighed softly: "It turns out that the ancient building's technology is really related to the earth's energy... Shu Confucianism controls the earth's energy... Technology is so advanced, but Shu Confucianism has withered so far..."

The contrast between the two completely opposites is unavoidable.

He walked towards his home.

Confucianism is infinitely close to the world of great happiness, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing. It can be said that no one will pick up things on the road. Even if the door is open, no one will break into the house and steal.

But in such a happy world, Wen Donglai always felt that something was missing.

When he walked to the door of his home, he felt a little calmer.

No matter what, this is my home, and this is where my heart should rest.

He did not open the door and enter the house, but looked at the endless dense forest directly opposite the door of his house. It was here that Wen's mother suffered for him and was abducted by the "dragon" and disappeared into the dense forest.

Wen Donglai's eyes wandered around, but they were fixed on the stone tablet in front of the dense forest.

He walked to the stone tablet, filled with anger: "I have knelt on you for three years, but I have never touched you once... I will touch you today..."

After that, he didn't care about anything and reached out to touch the stone tablet.

But he forgot that Xiaowen once told him that it was he who dug out the words on the stone tablet one by one with his own hands.

The tentacle seemed to be nothing. Wen Donglai's heart skipped a beat. He stretched his hand in and actually penetrated it.

His body trembled slightly, but he kept walking forward, and finally he got in all the way.

There was nothingness before his eyes, and he felt as if he had entered the small mansion of Dumen.

The sense of Qi captured a weak to almost non-existent Qi rolling under the feet, as if it was pulling and distorting the space.

The next second, silence fell under the feet.

He walked forward with his head sullenly, when his eyes suddenly lit up and were cast in a blue-grey hue.

He came to a new world.

"I didn't expect that there is another world within this emperor's fallen sky."

He looked around blankly, and was shocked to find that he was actually in a bronze-forged hall. The overall perfection was unparalleled. Standing in the hall, he looked like a tiny ant, but his blood surged up, and he felt a kind of heroic communication with the ancients.

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There is also a kind of thickness that rolls in the blood and bone marrow.

His eyes wandered, looking at the golden chariot in the center from a distance, but there was no one on it.

Under the seat are six smaller bronze chairs.

Wen Donglai was slightly startled. He walked forward and gently touched the bronze chair.

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Chapter completed!