"Scared, scared...scared...to death..."

Gongyang Benlao squeezed out two tears from his eyes.

After such a shocking moment, I still can't change the joke of saying no more than five words.

"You scared me to death. I almost got hit to death by you."

Wen Donglai smiled a little bitterly, but the corners of his eyes were always staring at the black ocean above his head, especially those two deep pupils that stared into the sky.

Between the refraction of light and shadow, it is both true and false.

He seemed to see a man sleeping in the middle of the black ocean, whose body was extremely cold, like a zombie that had been dead for a long time.

Could it be that he is the grotesque deity of Confucianism, and this black ocean is just the result of his "mind-born state"?

The black ocean didn't dare to come close, but looked at them pitifully.

Wen Donglai thought about it and immediately understood that there must be some rare Confucian treasure in Gongyang Ren's body.

thigh!

Wen Donglai immediately defined Gong Yangyan and followed him closely, unwilling to leave.

You have to wait until you are safe before leaving.

Yu Xinshu spoke in his ear at an inappropriate time.

"The Yang Stem and Branch Sequence 9-11 is extremely dangerous to destroy the Confucianism. The danger level has exceeded the processing authority of the Wong Zhi Confucian Society. We are now reporting it directly to the Zhi Confucian Palace. Good Lord, I suggest you escape at this moment."

Just run away.

It seems that those two bitches can't deal with the annihilation weirdo.

Otherwise, Gongyang Blade would not be alarmed.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Gong Yangbian slightly cupped his hand, and looked Wen Donglai up and down with his dim old eyes, unable to conceal the surprise in his eyes.

"This young man has no Confucianism, let alone a Confucianism mansion. Is he coming here to climb to the top and burn incense to worship his ancestors?"

There are always more words in his heart than on his lips.

"Laosheng Gongyang Blade."

Gongyang Ren began to introduce himself, not paying attention to the eccentric Confucianism, but in fact he had no means to provoke such eccentric Confucianism.

Ru Weiwei was afraid of what was on his body and did not dare to move rashly.

In ten breaths of time, black water poured down from the sky and poured into the Black Water River.

Yu Xinshu's sweet voice came slowly: "Confucianism and eccentricity have fled, and the good gentleman is at ease."

Wen Donglai breathed a sigh of relief. He felt safe standing in front of his thighs. He no longer had to worry about Confucianism and weirdness.

He bent down slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Late student Wen Dong is here."

Gongyang Blade adjusted the crooked bright red armor on his body, put the horizontal sword on his waist, and expressed his unconventional warrior style.

He pointed to Kuru Town under the Snake Climbing Peak and asked with a smile: "But are they from here?"

Wen Donglai has realized that he will never speak more than five words. Perhaps it is the twisted mentality of "small words but big meanings" that is at work.

But he didn't hesitate in his flattery.

"The old man has good eyesight. I am indeed from Wenjia Village in Kuru Town. You say you are Gongyang Ren, but are you just the Gongyang Great Confucian who hides from the world and hates evil as much as he hates evil?"

Gongyang Blade smiled and narrowed his eyes, revealing a mouth that was almost full of teeth.

"You know me as a scholar."

He hammered his waist, trying to stand up straighter, and then said, "I'm so relieved."

In today's world, only the Confucians are respected.

Confucianism has long since withered.

Ordinary people couldn't avoid him after knowing his identity as a scholar.

Wen Donglai's performance was different from ordinary people.

But it also slightly satisfied Gongyang Blade's vanity.

Wen Donglai's heart moved and he blinked slightly. His ability to see through other people's Confucianism seemed to have lost its effect.

The Gongyang Blade in front of me is indeed an unruly person.

"You have no scholars and no government?" Gong Yangren asked first.

Wen Donglai nodded slightly, knowing in his heart that he had seen through.

"Very good, very good!" He said "very good" twice in a row.

Wen Donglai looked bitter.

I wonder if you are praising me or hurting me.

But Gong Yangbian touched the horizontal knife on his waist and said, "I will repay the kindness I receive."

"Repay a favor, what kind of favor?" Wen Donglai was confused.

Gongyang Blade pointed to the herringbone-shaped hole on the ground made by Wen Donglai, and then touched Wen Donglai's body.

A pair of hands like dead branches almost dug into his heart, and a strange light radiated from his eyes.

"Strong on the outside and stronger on the inside..."

His words made Wen Donglai think that he was interested in his body and was ready to commit himself to her.

"No, no, it's just a coincidence." Wen Donglai quickly refused.

"No, you have a strong heart."

However, Gong Yangbian simply stopped raising his head and straightened his back, bent his legs, and took up a horse stance, as if he was sitting in front of Wen Donglai.

His dim old eyes looked at Wen Donglai expectantly.

"Be my disciple."

He pointed at the bright moon in the sky, stretched out two fingers, and seemed to be pointing at the sky and swearing: "Preach the art of Confucianism and the great righteousness."

After finishing a sentence, his dim old eyes flashed with desire: "Establish authority for the ram."

After I finished speaking, I felt very guilty.

He has traveled all over the Tianru Continent, and even if he helps the world, has a heart for heaven and earth, and has a destiny for all people, no one is willing to worship him.

At this point, it's just a blind cat that kills a mouse.

He would ask this question to any unruly person he could like.

"You want to accept me as your disciple."

Wen Donglai was stunned for a moment, then turned and looked at the air beside him.

There, Jun Qing was swaying the dragon's tail and his willow waist was moving.

"Isn't this exactly the opportunity you are looking for, haha."

"Your Confucianism has been under the Nine Earths. You are no longer suitable to practice Fu Confucianism. Gongyang Confucianism is an important branch of Shu Confucianism and is about to end its inheritance. I think if you don't agree to him,

He may be disappointed and heartbroken.”

"But my mother once said that practicing Confucianism can easily lead to weird things?"

Wen Donglai's eyes moved slightly, showing concern that could not be concealed.

"With me, what are you afraid of?"

Jun Qing nodded slightly and opened his mouth to reveal a truth for Wen Donglai that he had expected but could not imagine.

Confucianism advocates that human beings should self-denial and self-cultivation, and become Confucians themselves.

It's not because the views of Confucianism are so lofty. It's purely because Confucianism has no choice. Compared with Confucianism, these human beings who are not recognized by Confucianism or can't perceive Confucianism have no choice at all.

"This means that even if the world hates you, you will still pursue it bravely and never accept your fate." Jun Qing sighed quietly.

Wen Donglai was deeply moved and respected the Confucians.

He should have known a long time ago that Xiaowen is the Confucian classic on earth and will never turn into Confucianism in his heart.

The fusion of the classics and meanings of Confucianism and the dying Confucianism also led to the birth of the biggest accident, Xiaowen, a Confucian who only knew the classics and meanings of Confucianism.

"This world only respects Confucianism. Of course, there is no room for a Confucian freak like Xiao Wen who only knows the meaning of Confucianism to exist. Living like this under the Nine Lands is the best way to avoid disasters."

With thousands of thoughts running through Wen Donglai's mind, he finally understood the mystery surrounding Xiao Wen, and his heart suddenly became enlightened.

Gongyang Ren sniffed his lees nose vigorously and looked doubtfully in the direction Wen Donglai was looking at, but he couldn't see anything, but he could feel a kind of aura.

A kind of gas that is different from air.

His brows moved slightly, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He pulled out his horizontal sword and slashed in the direction where Jun Qing was standing.
Chapter completed!