"What are the Six Arts of Confucianism?"

Wenmu replied: "Li, music, shooting, imperial, calligraphy, and number."

Wen Donglai frowned, these Six Confucian Arts seemed to be completely consistent with the Six Confucian Arts on Earth, but he soon overturned his idea.

Because Mother Wen replied: "Since the beginning of the wilderness, the six arts of Confucianism have experienced ninety-nine and eighty-one changes. They are no longer what they used to be. Otherwise, how could our Confucian continent stand proudly in the world and conquer all directions with its virtues."

Wen Donglai listened silently. For some reason, his heart was not happy, but full of loss.

He just asked casually about the Six Arts of Confucianism, but he was thinking about Confucianism in his mind. He did not expect that the survival of Confucianism in this world is closely related to the existence of the Emperor, just like on earth.

Wen's mother was a little relieved to see that he listened so well.

"In fact, most of the Confucianism of Shu Confucianism focuses on the power of yin and yang, and human desires and ethics. However, the divergence from the views of Fu Confucianism on the issue of nature of heaven and earth is the fundamental reason for their failure in the dispute between Fu Confucianism and Fu Confucianism."

Wenmu sighed, but the opinions she expressed were not recorded in the general history of Confucianism. It seemed to be her personal opinions.

Wen Donglai suddenly raised his head and asked, "Who are the Confucian scholars who are going on an expedition to the stars?"

"The General History of Confucianism only mentioned one sentence." Mother Wen flipped through a few pages, her expression calm and unchanged.

"What?"

"The leader in Confucianism is Gongsun."

"Gongsun..." Wen Donglai leaned back on the chair and felt a darkness above his head. When he looked up, he found nothing, but his mind seemed to be filled with something, extremely heavy and chaotic.

He held the cushion with both hands and straightened his back. He was shocked to find that his back was soaked with cold sweat, and he must have looked a little pale.

"What's wrong? You don't look good. Are you tired from studying?" Mother Wen was very concerned.

"I..." Wen Donglai opened his mouth to speak.

But before he finished speaking, Wen's mother began to urge him to rest: "When you are tired, take a good rest."

Wen's mother gave a few more instructions, got up and went back to her room, leaving Wen Donglai in a daze.

My mother really has a lot of character.

"Haha, I finally have time to think about life." Wen Dong laughed at himself and looked out through the window.

When I wake up from a dream, I am a guest from afar. I am a guest in this world, and I am not familiar with this place. Where should I go?

A gust of cool breeze blew in, ruffling Wen Donglai's hair at the temples and blowing the slightly white sky into his eyes.

The luster shrouded by the crescent moon dimmed a bit, but nothing could compare to the visual impact brought to Wen Donglai by the glitz and glamor of this vast world.

In the sky, the ancient building flies like a ship or a pagoda. In the flashing light and shadow, the ancient building spreads its huge sparkling wings and shuttles back and forth in an orderly manner. It has both the speed of light and the beauty of ancient charm.

Beyond the horizon, you can vaguely see the nine-layer double shadow of the sky, which is magical and extraordinary.

On the ground, there are many ancient wooden buildings with jade railings and glazed tiles. They are like mountains with different heights. They are also like a group of gentlemen with great Confucianism standing tall and high, row upon row.

Compared with this vast world, I am so insignificant that I have no value of existence.

Looking into the distance, Wen Donglai could vaguely see an ancient building with a height of a hundred stories standing on the horizon. Ninety-nine sky lanterns were lit on each floor, reflecting the bright moon on the vast land.

"The Tower of Babel is a complete mortise-and-tenon structure. It is the only tower offering sacrifices to the sky in Xiaoshi County. Every brick and tile is an antique that is thousands of years old. It is a priceless treasure."

After thinking about this, Wen Donglai wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and forced his obscene eyes to move away from the Tower of Babel.

His face turned solemn and immediately became righteous, but no one appreciated it.

Looking around, even the flashy scene of Kuru Town where he is now is full of the charm of ancient roads and the style of a small town.

Thinking of this, Wen Donglai had to admit that this world was the world where Confucian culture reached its peak.

There are no boundaries between countries or ethnic groups here. This is true universal unity. No matter what color you are or what language you speak, we are all members of the Confucian family.

"Humans are born in heaven and earth, and are just guests between heaven and earth."

Wen Donglai murmured again, and then asked doubtfully: "Then who is the master of heaven and earth?"

"Haha, it's a pity that you are neither the host nor the guest." It was as if someone was whispering this sentence in his ear.

"What?"

Wen Donglai's body stiffened instantly, and there was a cold air lingering around his ears, as if some evil spirit was hooking his body and blowing wind into his neck.

In the quiet space, a wisp of clear fragrance penetrated his nostrils, making his consciousness even more confused.

when-

when-

Several bells rang like thunder, instantly waking up Wen Donglai.

Could it be that Confucianism, which is born with everyone, has appeared, and can I feel Confucianism?

Brother, why did you wake up after fifteen years? You can finally feel proud. Thinking of Wen's mother's happy look, Wen Donglai was about to be surprised, but it soon turned into panic.

His eyelids opened quickly, and he saw the boundless dark sky, the crescent moon as red as drops of blood, and a pale ghost face that was infinitely magnified, staring at him like a volley, not knowing what he wanted to do.

His fear was instantly ignited.

"Mom..."

"Do you still remember why you came here?" The faint and charming voice continued to mock in the ear: "If you don't know life, how can you know death? If you don't experience life and death, how can you become a Confucian?"

Wen Donglai completely woke up. The Confucian view of life and death is that life is unknown, how can one know death? When he read "Unknown life, how can one know death", he fell into a deep sleep because of doubts, and when he woke up, he came to this world.

"Who, who are you? Are you a Confucian? Do you want to test me? If you think I am a rotten wood, you can give up on me. Don't scare me?" Wen Donglai was in a state of confusion and panicked.

He said Confucianism, but his first subconscious reaction was that he was being pressed down on the bed by a ghost, and then he opened his mouth wide and howled.

ah--

A shadow of fog was quickly torn apart by the howling sound, and the rich and strange atmosphere in the surrounding space quickly disappeared.

"Tear apart the invasion of strange powers, and combine the strange powers together."

Wen Donglai was soaked in cold sweat, and in confusion, his ears could not hear anything clearly.

The man had completely woken up. He was lying on the table, panting violently, and his heart was pounding like a drum.

Then a flood of memory fragments flooded into his brain like electric data, regardless of whether his brain capacity could fully accommodate it.

Being forced to accept the memories, he was spinning around and gagging. His whole body was shaking like a shuttle, and he deliberately diverted his attention and glanced around.

If you look up slightly, you can see a blood-red crescent moon. The bright red moonlight hangs on everything illuminated by it, making the whole room mysterious and strange.

When did the moon change color.

What he saw confused him.

This dream is so real.

He frowned, lay down on the square table, and patted his severely painful head.

A series of memories like broken fragments flew out. His brain circuit turned slightly, and he was shocked and frightened. It seemed that this was not a dream.

There were actually six different memories in his mind. These six memories came from six different people. Strange memories came one after another and Wen Donglai couldn't digest them in time.

He looked at the sky, where the darkness was boundless, covered with blood-red moonlight, faintly pushing forward like a living wave, never stopping.

The shatterable memory fragments told Wen Donglai that five time travelers had inhabited this flesh and blood body, and that he was the sixth successor.

The memory fragments showed Wen Donglai a strange, mysterious and incomprehensible ending.

And this is the real terrifying secret hidden in ‘Wen Donglai’. It’s a pity that I only know it now.

These five people come from different time and space, and they are all the darlings of the time-traveling army. However, the fate of these five people is very tragic, and the real owner of this body, the real 'Wen Donglai', came into the world three years ago.

died.

There seems to be a countdown clock in the dark that starts ticking the moment they fall. When the time is up, they will disappear completely, turning into mysterious light flakes and blending into this body.

What weird mystery is hidden here?

Is it God’s conspiracy?
Chapter completed!