The two scholars I see in front of me should be scholars who are sophisticated in Confucianism and calligraphy, or they are crazy. However, no matter how weird their temperaments are, they dare to ask questions, dare to record, dare to question, and dare to submit research. This is the real scholar.

, an energetic reader.

And their thinking is just an ordinary example among the endless scholars in Tianru Continent, and they have no impression of the stereotyped thinking of scholars.

Wen Donglai discovered from his broken memories that the humans of the Tianru Continent had solved the mystery of the ‘Apple falling’ tens of thousands of years ago, which was an exaggeration to the extreme.

But this is a fact. Everything originates from the Confucian recognition of human beings here on "Heaven is a healthy gentleman who strives for self-improvement" and "investigating things to achieve knowledge." This recognition has reached the point of being crazy, and in disguise it has also triggered the ferocity of the Confucian world.

develop.

The tall Hao Qiqai wrote down something in his notes: "How ordinary people can see through the hidden skills of Confucian scholars is to be submitted for study."

Turning around, I found that Wen Donglai's gaze was strange, very strange.

This kid must have taken a fancy to my appearance.

Hao Qiqiao immediately reached out and rubbed the black lines on his face hard.

The short Zheng Nianqing glanced at his question and laughed loudly: "Brother, although he has seen through our Heavenly Hidden Technique, you still really wrote down this question. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to find the answer? Be careful of being caught at night."

This problem makes me feel restless and I can't sleep."

Hao Qiqiu, however, embraced the spirit of learning and laughed loudly: "As the old saying goes, if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. The art of Confucian calligraphy teaches us not only how to write heavenly seals, but also how to study things to gain knowledge.

Write a book and say that it will be passed down from generation to generation. If you have questions, of course you must ask them and find the answers. If you can't do it in one life, then do it in two lives. If you can't do it in two lives, future generations will burn the answers to me when they offer sacrifices to me."

Zheng Nianqing nodded secretly. He could not refute his brother's idea. In fact, the intellectual spirit of Tianru Continent was super strong and stubborn, so stubborn that a joke once happened.

A scholar traveled all over the world to find the answer to an unsolvable question: "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?" He eventually lost his fortune. His only wish after his death was that future generations would tell the truth when they sacrificed him.

Of course, he did not find the answer, but in order to find the answer, he came up with a new question of how to go back to the past. Finally, he wrote the book "Counter Time Flow" on this question, which solved the fantasy of human beings reversing time in one fell swoop and helped mankind explore the deep ancient times.

Previous eternal history provides the theoretical basis.

The two scholars no longer exchanged dirty poems, but began to exchange knowledge, ranging from astronomy to geography, covering everything.

Wen Donglai heard it and felt ashamed.

The intellectual spirit of scholars in this world will definitely make every earth scholar feel ashamed to the point of collapse and suicide.

He finally understood why Xiaowen, who had thousands of years of Confucian wisdom, dared not speak nonsense here.

While they were exchanging knowledge, Wen Donglai's pupils suddenly opened wide, his body trembled rapidly, and his body began to crackle inside and outside, just like fried beans.

"After moving the sky, you can move three thousand buckets of heavenly power. In the future, every time you communicate with the will of heaven, you can move three thousand buckets of heavenly power." The whisper in the ear fell into silence with this sentence.

Three thousand dou of heavenly power is equal to three hundred dendrobium of heavenly power, which is equal to thirty stone of heavenly power.

"What can three thousand buckets of Tianli do?" Wen Dong asked in his mind.

"It can create a small nuclear explosion, which is more than enough to destroy Kuru Town." Xiaowen directly gave a vivid metaphor.

Wen Donglai's heart began to beat ping-pong.

I became a human nuclear bomb.

"Is it over?" Zheng Nianqing jumped up and looked at Wen Donglai warily.

Hao Qiqiao looked Wen Donglai up and down, touched his sexy moustache, and closed his eyes slightly.

"it's over."

"It's over." Zheng Nianqing was stunned, and excitedly took out a piece of white silk cloth from his arms, with an eyeball pattern embroidered on it, and a line of small words next to the pattern: "I can see through you."

Quite funny.

Zheng Nianqing tied the cloth strip on his forehead, rolled his eyes, and glanced straight at Wen Donglai.

"Hey, let me see your strength."

Wen Donglai felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a toad alive. The eyeballs on the cloth strips stared at him in the sky like living creatures. Although there was no contact, he could feel the aggressive gaze of the eyeballs.

This is probably what he usually uses to steal incense and jade, scum, Wen Donglai thought coldly,

Hao Qiqai circled his arms and supported his chin with his right hand, looking at Wen Donglai doubtfully.

Although he trusted Wen Donglai, in fact, he was not completely convinced in his heart. He was still worried, because weird things or miracles would happen when Fu Ru moved the power of heaven.

Commonly known as looking at faces.

Suddenly, Zheng Nianqing took a few steps back, pointed his right hand at Wen Donglai, jumped up exaggeratedly, and secretly cursed himself.

Seeing his expression, Hao Qiqi settled down.

I won.

"Ten Dou Tianli is really the unity of knowledge and action. How is this possible? His Confucian mansion is not large enough. It doesn't even have eaves and flying feathers. How can it accommodate ten Dou Tianli?"

." Zheng Nianqing fell into shock and confusion, as if he had eaten a mouthful of dog shit.

"So, from now on, every time he communicates with heaven, he can move ten buckets of heavenly power, which is indeed better than ordinary people." Hao Qiqiao looked at him with an even deeper look.

"Ten buckets of heavenly power." Wen Donglai was also confused as to why Xiaowen told him that he had moved three thousand buckets of heavenly power.

The gap between ten and three thousand is too long.

Moreover, his own Confucian mansion is obviously dilapidated. How could he say that it is not large-scale? Could it be that he could see it, or that he could see an unreal Confucian mansion.

After thinking about it, Wen Donglai immediately understood that this was Xiaowen influencing their observations.

It seems that the cloth strip is not easy to use either.

Zheng Nianqing looked at Wen Donglai for a long time, then his eyes suddenly shone strangely, he smiled, took out his note, and wrote down something in it: "If the Confucian government is not established, how can it accommodate ten battles of heavenly power?

Submit research."

After Wen Donglai heard this sentence, he instantly felt that he had the destiny of a 'guinea pig'.

Um…

Wen Donglai groaned and fell to the ground. His veins protruded all over his body, like curved red blood worms crawling on his skin. At first glance, it looked extremely penetrating.

Hao Qiguai smiled and said, "The power of heaven is like silver sand in a flowing river. It is swimming in your blood and marrow palaces. Nothing can stop you. It is indeed very uncomfortable. But as long as you survive tonight, you will be fine tomorrow."

Confucianism will see a whole new world."

Wen Donglai put his elbows on the ground and gasped for air. He could hear the sound of his own blood flowing, rolling through the blood vessels throughout his body like spring thunder, even penetrating through the bone marrow.

The blood vessels are the palace of blood, the bones are the palace of marrow, the heaven and earth are the palace of human beings, and the human beings are the palace of Confucianism.

It turns out that this is also the route that Tianli flows through, and its final destination is the Confucian Mansion.

Man is Confucianism, Confucianism is life, and Confucianism is the ruin of man.

Confucianism transfers the power of heaven and man cultivates Confucianism.
Chapter completed!