A majestic man wearing half-body golden armor, revealing all the knotted muscles of his body, and with a real dragon and colorful phoenix wrapped around his waist, stood up from the chariot. A pair of sword eyes pierced the hall, as if he could see through the autumn water of thousands of years.

From his mouth came words that made people's blood boil.

"This is a world established by human beings, and Confucianism must be used to support the heavens. I am ordered by heaven to control the government, the arts, and respect the world. The human race is invincible, spanning the ages, the ages, and the infinite ages..."

The man stretched out his hands, the sun, moon, mountains and rivers were spread out on his left palm, and the years were placed on his right palm.

With both palms united, we are destined to live long and prosperous lives.

Wen Donglai stared at the scene in front of him in stunned silence, looking directly at the heroic man.

A feeling of humility arose in my heart. Compared with this man who was almost perfect in both appearance and temperament, he was as ugly as a greyhound.

This look seems to span eternity and ends in silence.

The man's stalwart figure gradually disappeared as the light curtain dimmed.

"who is he?"

Wen Donglai seemed to be asking himself, but also seemed to be questioning.

His hand couldn't help but touch the Confucian Immortal who was wearing it. He already knew that the man just now was the real owner of this dress, the man who let the Immortal tear apart the blood and bones of thousands of Confucians, the man who pursued the same life span as heaven and the same sun as the sun.

A brilliant man.

And this must be his grave.

Di Luotian is not the emperor's tomb, but it is connected to the emperor's tomb. But why did it appear in Wenjia Village, and how did Wen's mother find it.

"Ancient Emperor Tianru."

Jun Qing's voice rang in his ears, disrupting his thoughts.

Wen Donglai looked away and said disdainfully: "What the hell is the Ancient Emperor?"

"The ancient emperor is not a toy..."

Wen Donglai's eyes narrowed slightly and he said with a smile: "Yes, he is not a toy. He controls the mansion, but his skills make the world the only scholar in the mansion, and he has traveled through the ages, eternities, and infinite ages..."

"Life flies by for hundreds of years, and what he said is just a dream... Everyone has dreams, even the Ancient Emperor Tianru also has dreams... Do you have a dream?"

"My dream?"

Wen Donglai's thoughts immediately returned to the dream city that had never realized any young man's dream.

There, he lost his life to lung cancer.

At that moment, my heart was no longer strong, and my heart was as broken as death.

Wen Donglai wiped the soreness from the corner of his eyes, looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "I have no dreams."

Turn around and walk towards the golden chariot.

"There will be no more dreams in the future." He murmured to himself: "But I have a goal, and my goal is very clear, save my mother and save Xiaowen."

"What are you going to do when you go up there?" Jun Qing asked anxiously.

"I'm a little tired and want to find a place to lean on." Wen Donglai walked quickly and quickly walked to the golden chariot. Staring at the bright golden light, he sat down.

"...Don't..." Jun Qing's voice was filled with fear, but he could not stop Wen Dong from coming.

In fact, no Confucian in the world of Confucianism, whether living or dead, can stop his own actions.

Just as Xiaowen said, the human heart belongs to humans and Confucianism cannot control it.

Jun Qing lives in his Confucian world and is theoretically considered his Confucian scholar. Of course, it cannot restrict his actions.

Wen Donglai had no respect for the emperor at all.

He sat on it with his buttocks, feeling a little bruised on his buttocks, so he simply changed his position.

He can sit semi-lying, he can sit diagonally, he can sit sideways, he can also sit on his stomach...

Well, you can also do push-ups on it.

"You...you...are presumptuous!"

Jun Qing emerged from the world of Confucianism, a clown mask filled with angry and crazy ink lines.

Wen Donglai glanced at her sideways, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"You are so nervous. Could it be that you and Ancient Emperor Tianru have some ulterior secret?"

Jun Qian was slightly startled and his body stagnated.

He immediately folded his arms, looked up at the sky, and sneered again and again: "No, he was a person from tens of thousands of years ago, how could I possibly know him."

"Then don't talk too much. I'm sitting here because I want to make this chair more popular." Wen Donglai came to Ge You carelessly, as if he had no bones in his body.

Jun Qing turned around and looked at him in need of a beating. Thinking of the red-faced and beautiful-bearded man sitting in the world of Confucianism, Jun Qing became more and more irritated.

"I advise you to come down obediently, otherwise I will not be responsible for anything that happens."

"Haha, aren't chairs just for people to sit on? What can happen...fuck..."

Wen Donglai bent his legs and bounced out like a spring. He flew down on the ground of the bronze hall, his head down, and a few of his front teeth were almost knocked out.

At the same time, Yu Xinshu's voice trembled.

"Super, super, super Confucianism... Confucianism... Confucianism is weird... Yin-Yang sequence 9-12, yang, sky and yin earth, people support Confucianism, Confucianism supports the sky... Code name: Confucianism supports the sky... Good king, run... run... run... run...

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Wen Donglai's pupils popped open, and the pores all over his body opened. He didn't care about his sore muscles, and crawled up like a dog-shaped maggot in the hall, swinging his limbs faster than a kayak.

After climbing nearly a hundred meters, I turned around. A carp straightened up and stood up, its eyes scanning everywhere as if it were equipped with krypton gold dog eyes.

Except for Jun Qing who was carrying him, he saw nothing.

"Invisible and shadowless?"

He swallowed dryly, goosebumps crawling all over his neck and back.

A ray of light seemed to flash through Jun Qing's clown mask, and she turned to face him. A thin slit appeared in the middle of the clown mask. As her enchanting body swam, the slit slowly closed.

She slid next to Wen Donglai and chuckled: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Super Confucian and weird, Yin-Yang sequence 9-12...9-12...wait...why 9-12?"

Wen Donglai looked around with an expression as if he was guarding against a thief. He murmured twice and suddenly became suspicious.

Confucianism and weirdness clearly distinguish two sequences of yin and yang stems and branches, odd numbers are matched with odd numbers, and even numbers are matched with even numbers.

What does this odd number with even number mean?

"Yu Xinshu, are you showing off?"

"Good Lord, it was the automatic alarm mechanism just now. I went back and checked again. Well, it's strange. The query was unclear. Alas, maybe I was wrong."

Wen Donglai's body instantly relaxed, panting like a hungry dog.

He kept shouting: "Don't do this again. I'm timid and I really can't stand being scared."

Glancing at the bronze hall again, he showed no interest.
Chapter completed!