Wen Donglai's sensitive nerves smelled a trace of danger, and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask, and immediately fooled it: "Haha, I understand, fully understand."

"Yes." Mo Longsheng did not continue to ask, but warned him carefully and cautiously: "Remember, Zi Wu said that he was in a strange way."

"Oh." Wen Donglai's mind was filled with a mess. Why did he repeat what he had just said?

"Did you remember?" Mo Longsheng's tone became stronger.

"Remember it, be familiar with it." Wen Donglai immediately made a clear statement and dared not forget it.

"Okay." Mo Longsheng gave up on this issue and continued to waste time and stretched out his old hands that were covered with calluses in his palms.

Wen Donglai was slightly stunned and quickly woke up: "Yes, high-five."

He and Mo Longsheng fought three times.

"The Confucian oath of the three-palm Confucians, one palm responds to the sky, two palms responds to the earth, three palms responds to the people..." Mo Longsheng said cautiously and brows, with a solemn brow, looking straight at Wen Donglai, and his eyes were bright and bright, as if he could illuminate his heart.

As for why he accepted Wen Donglai as a half-child, half-sponsor, only he himself knew the real purpose.

I bid farewell to Mo Longsheng. It was the next morning when I left. Wen Donglai's thoughts were still immersed in today's events.

First, the immortal fate flew inexplicably, and then the Ruzui Mo family. He survived, paid a small price, and survived in a miserable manner.

And he also knew the mystery of the origin of the Tianru world.

Six mysteries, the weirdness of Confucianism... This thing that even great Confucians can't meet, and ordinary people like themselves will definitely not meet.

In any case, he finally survived for the time being. As long as he survived, the road ahead was long and everything was easy to say.

This world is covered with a Confucian skin, but people and things are all wrapped in mystery, which is unpredictable.

The girl who called Mo Longsheng's father said that the sky in this world is alive, with a heart and eyes. Wen Donglai was half-believing and half-doubting about this sentence. This sentence seems simple, but there must be other meanings in it.

Wen Donglai walked out of the ferry gate and let out a long sigh.

Just as I was about to rush home, another person came to me, dressed in dark red clothes, simple and capable, a black cloak that could cover my whole body danced in the wind, and a mansion knife with a shaped like a Tang sword and a black gold texture, looking cool and handsome.

Wen Donglai couldn't recognize him, but he recognized his identity in his memory.

He was the Weiwei, known as the Constable, the Yai Run, or the police, and it was his duty to arrest murderers and investigate cases.

The cool and handsome guard wearing dark red armor and couldn't see clearly. He walked straight to Wen Donglai, looked him up and down, and said coldly: "Wen Donglai, 15 years old, people from Wenjia Village, Kuru Town, have been found. Please go home immediately."

"Mother has reported the case." Wen Donglai had to sigh that his mother's love was deep. He disappeared for a day and a night, but still alarmed Wei Wei.

"I was so playful that Uncle Weiwei was worried. I immediately went home to apologize to my mother." Wen Donglai pretended to be a good baby and patted his chest to make a promise.

"Well, report to the doctor's order, Bei Zhi will return to report immediately."

Wei Wei nodded slightly, but this sentence was not for Wen Dong. He should have reported to the headquarters a hundred miles away through some kind of communication equipment.

After reporting, he shook his black cloak with his right hand. The black cloak immediately showed a flowing light and shadow effect, wrapping his whole body in the blink of an eye, turning into a perfectly fitted light soft armor in Wen Donglai's astonished gaze, and the surface of the soft armor also had an ion-like light flow effect.

The whole person looks like a lively future warrior, but the soft armor of this warrior also reveals a strong classical beauty.

Wei Wei looked up at the sky, pulled out his sword, pointed to the ground obliquely, and was dragged by some strange force field, and flew away like an arrow, disappearing outside his eyes in a blink of an eye.

"So cool, I almost thought I had seen the ancient version of Iron Man."

While Wen Donglai sighed, he also understood in his heart that it was the "Fu Confucian" culture that created the Fujia technology beyond imagination. For the human body, Fujia is a "small human house" in a sense.

This kind of lightweight mansion armor is already so cool. Those ultimate mansion armor used in Star Wars are said to be able to break a meteorite with one punch. I guess a glance will make you feel dizzy.

Watching Wei Wei leave, Wen Donglai carefully returned to Wenjia Village and returned to his familiar and unfamiliar home.

But in fact, there is only him in Wenjia Village, and the family of orphans and widows. Outside the village is a dense forest, with no sight at all. Since childhood memory, it seems that he is the only one in Wenjia Village, and other villagers have never appeared.

Maybe it has moved out to a big city. After all, the Tianru Continent has already achieved 100% urbanization. Most of the people who can live in the countryside are some foreign experts who are away from the world and travel.

But Wen's mother is not like a master who escapes the world, but like a village woman and a vulgar person on the earth.

Wen Donglai was ready to deal with his mother's verbal offensive and tears offensive.

But when he actually returned home, he found that Wen's mother was kneeling in front of the ten thousand-character stone tablet that was several people high, silently. When he heard Wen Donglai's footsteps, he did not look up. He just lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Breakfast is on the table, I ate it hot."

Wen Donglai looked at her thin and thin back and felt a little shocked inside, and a certain emotion seemed to be touched.

He had only one day of contact with the woman he raised with great difficulty. No matter how deeply he understood, he could not fully accept this mother for a while.

After all, he was still thinking about his mother on earth.

But he knew that he had no hope of going home in this life, so he would have to accept Wen's mother sooner or later.

But memory will not lie. He knew the pain of the woman in front of him, her pain, and her expectations. She must be very disappointed with her behavior that she did not return overnight.

He felt that he could not lie to her, or he could change the original plot with kindness: "Mother, I was not so playful that I was so obsessed with. I just went to pay homage to Mo Longsheng, a great scholar from Kuru Town. I had a great conversation with him, and he had accepted me as his disciple."

Wen's mother's silent body quickly trembled.

"If you can get Mo Longsheng's favor and start the sensation of heaven and man, you will have hope."

Wen Donglai thought that Wen's mother could not suppress her emotions because she was happy, but Wen's mother continued to lower her head and muttered: "But it's a bit 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 tend to be out of control, and the changes in the current situation also exceeded his psychological endurance.

I hope to get to know myself, isn’t Wen’s mother unhappy?

"I'm sorry, my mother is sorry for you, and even more so for everyone in the world." Wen's mother stood up tremblingly and turned to face him. Her old face was already filled with guilt and fear from the depths of her pupils.
Chapter completed!