Wen Donglai's sensitive nerves smelled a hint of danger, and he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask, and immediately said: "Haha, I understand, I understand completely."

"Yes." Mo Longsheng did not continue to press the question, but warned him cautiously and cautiously: "Remember, you can't talk about your strange power and confuse your spirit."

"Oh." Wen Donglai's mind was so confused that he repeated what he just said.

"Remember?" Mo Longsheng's tone became more serious.

"Remember it, I know it by heart." Wen Donglai immediately made it clear that he would not forget it.

"Okay." Mo Longsheng gave up on wasting time on this issue and stretched out his old hands covered with calluses.

Wen Donglai was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized: "Yes, high five."

He and Mo Longsheng exchanged three palm strikes.

"The Confucian oath of three palms, one palm should respond to the sky, two palms should respond to the earth, and three palms should respond to... the common people..." Mo Longsheng said cautiously and bluntly, with solemn eyebrows, looking directly at Wen Donglai, the Confucian light in his eyes seemed to be able to shine into his heart

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As for why he accepted Wen Donglai, a half-son and half-disciple, only he himself knows the real purpose.

After bidding farewell to Mo Longsheng, it was already the next morning when we left, and Wen Donglai's thoughts were still immersed in today's events.

First, there was the immortal fate that came inexplicably, and then it was the family of the Confucian family member Mo. He survived, paid a small price, and survived modestly.

And also learned the mystery of the origin of Tianru world.

The six great mysteries, Confucian weirdness... things that even the great Confucianists could not encounter, and ordinary people like me would definitely not encounter.

In any case, he finally survived for the time being. As long as he can survive, there will be a long road ahead and everything will be easy.

This world is covered in mystery, but people and things are wrapped in mystery, making it difficult to fathom.

The girl who called Mo Longsheng Daddy said that the heaven in this world is alive, has a heart, and has eyes. Wen Donglai was dubious about this statement. This statement seemed simple, but there must be other meanings in it.

After Wen Donglai walked out of the ferry gate, he let out a long breath.

Just as he was about to rush home, another person walked in front of him. He was dressed in dark red clothes, simple and capable. A black cloak that could cover the whole body was dancing in the wind. He was holding a Tang sword with a black gold texture in his hand.

Look cool and handsome.

Wen Donglai could not recognize him, but he recognized his identity in his memory.

He is a Weiwei, which in ancient times was called a catcher, a yamen servant, or a policeman. It is his duty to arrest murderers and investigate cases.

This cool and handsome guard wore a dark red mask and couldn't see clearly. He walked straight in front of Wen Donglai, looked him up and down, and said coldly: "Wen Donglai, the fifteenth year of the new year, is suffering.

People from Wenjia Village in Ruzhen have been found, please go home immediately."

"Mother reported the crime." Wen Donglai had to lament that maternal love is so deep that even though he disappeared for a day and night, he still alerted the Weiwei.

"I was just playful for a while, which made Uncle Weiwei worried. I will go home immediately to apologize to my mother." Wen Donglai pretended to be a good boy and patted his chest to make a promise.

"Well, according to the doctor's order, I will return to my post immediately."

The Weiwei nodded slightly, but this sentence was not meant for Wen Dong. It should be reported to the headquarters hundreds of miles away through some kind of communication equipment.

After the report, he shook his black cloak with his right hand. The black cloak immediately showed a flowing light and shadow effect, covering his whole body in the blink of an eye, and turned into a perfectly fitting lightweight soft armor under Wen Donglai's astonished eyes.

, and the surface of the soft armor also slides with an ion-like optical flow effect.

The whole person looks like a living future warrior, but this warrior's soft armor also reveals a strong sense of classical beauty.

The guard raised his head and looked up at the sky, pulled out his sword and pointed it diagonally at the ground. His whole body was dragged up by some strange force field and flew away like an arrow, disappearing out of sight in the blink of an eye.

"It's so cool, I almost thought I was seeing an ancient version of Iron Man."

While Wen Donglai was sighing, he also understood in his heart that it was the "Fu Confucian" culture that created the unimaginable Fu Jia technology. For the human body, Fu Jia is a "small human mansion" in a sense.

This kind of lightweight armor is already so cool. Those ultimate armors used in Star Wars are said to be able to shatter meteorites with one punch. I guess just one look at them will make your mouth water.

After watching the Weiwei leave, Wen Donglai carefully returned to Wenjia Village, returning to his familiar yet unfamiliar home.

But in fact, he is the only family in Wenjia Village, a family of orphans and widowers. Outside the village is a dense forest of mountains and seas, as far as the eye can see. From the memory of childhood, it seems that his family is the only one in Wenjia Village.

, other villagers never appeared.

Maybe they moved to big cities. After all, Tianru Continent has already achieved 100% urbanization. Most of the people who can live in rural areas are some foreign experts who want to escape from the world and travel.

But Mother Wen didn't look like a master who shunned the world, but more like a village woman on earth.

Wen Donglai was already prepared to deal with his mother's offensive of words and tears.

But when he really returned home, he found Wen's mother kneeling in front of a ten-thousand-character stone tablet several people high, silent. She didn't raise her head when she heard Wen Donglai's footsteps, but lowered her head and spoke hoarsely.

He said: "Breakfast is on the table. You can heat it up and eat it yourself."

Wen Donglai looked at her slender and thin back, his heart skipped a beat, and some emotion seemed to be touched.

He only had one day of contact with the woman who had worked so hard to raise him. No matter how deeply he got to know her, he could not fully accept her for a while.

After all, he still thinks of his mother on earth.

But he knew that he had no hope of returning home in this life, and sooner or later he would have to accept Wen Mu.

But memory cannot lie. He knew the suffering of the woman in front of him, her pain, and her expectations. She must be very disappointed with his failure to return home all night.

He felt that he couldn't lie to her, or that he could change the original plot in good faith: "Mother, I didn't just forget about it because of my fun. I just went to visit Mo Longsheng, the great scholar in Kuru Town, and I had a great conversation with him.

, he has already accepted me as his disciple."

Mother Wen's silent body began to tremble rapidly.

"If you can get Mo Longsheng's favor and activate the telepathy between heaven and man, then there is hope."

Wen Donglai thought that Wen's mother could not restrain her emotions because she was happy, but Wen's mother continued to lower her head and mutter: "But it's a little late, everything is too late, I'm sorry, son, I'm sorry for you."

"What?" Wen Donglai was obviously stunned.

Wen's mother's emotions tended to get out of control, and the changes in the situation before him were beyond his psychological endurance.

I am expected to have enlightenment, isn't my mother happy?
Chapter completed!