Wen Donglai still had tears on his face, looking foolishly at the rolling flesh and blood on the faceless man's face.

His brain cells were obviously not enough and he had already started to think about it.

"Yes, no matter what you are thinking about, you guessed it right. I also come from the earth. I am the incarnation of Confucian culture for five thousand years. If we distinguish it from the Confucian Continent, I belong to the category of Confucian Confucian Continent. I just happened to have a descriptive Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confucian Confuci

"Shuru?" Wen Donglai said in a daze.

Regarding Shu Confucianism, he only remembered Wen's mother's words: "Restrain yourself and cultivate yourself, and become a Confucianism."

The faceless man smiled and said, "Yes, it is the Confucian scholar. I have been left with the shelves on the earth, sleeping in you and their spirits. No one understands me for many years, but when you come here, I wake up with the same origin and merge with the Confucian scholars in this Confucian mansion, and I will appear."

"Then why are you like this?" Wen Donglai thought to himself that even if he is not handsome, he is still attractive. Why is Confucianism so ugly? Could it be that the five thousand years of Confucian culture still create a Confucian who looks like Pan An?

The Faceless Man quickly cleared the fog in front of him.

"The humans and Confucians in the Tianru Continent are born together. The age of Confucians is actually the same as that of humans, so they look the same as the human deity. But I am different. I am passed down from generation to generation on earth and have existed since the era of witch worship. I am over 5,000 years old, so my skin...you understand..."

"I'm not dead!" Wen Donglai muttered like a joke, but his heart was warm, and he finally didn't have to be lonely anymore.

This scholar is ugly, but he is his only fellow villager in this world.

Wen Donglai looked at him the more he felt closer.

"You have to follow me in the future." Wen Donglai looked at him with a smile, and the fear in his heart quietly melted away.

"I will never give up any of them. I will depend on you for life and death. Whether it is you or them, don't worry, I will live and die with you." The faceless man suddenly stopped rolling his flesh and blood and said this.

Confucians live and die together with others, which sounds like romantic, but in fact they are helpless.

Wen Donglai was stunned. Of course he knew who they were, and soon recovered: "If you don't say these sensational words, what should you do now? Do you always maintain this respect?"

"The Confucianism in this world is wonderful. It seems to have the same source as me, but I can't find this memory. But the only thing that is certain is that the Confucian classics here have completely surpassed me. As long as you study new knowledge carefully, I can put on the Confucian skin and then revive."

Wen Donglai's inner shock was even stronger than fear, and he could not believe all this.

When he was on Earth, almost no one understood Confucianism, and Confucianism seemed to have fallen into stagnation. Even so, this fellow villager who came with him still did not forget to learn.

Wen Donglai thought about it a little, but he didn't want to answer the question of learning. After all, he was lazy, he was really lazy.

He changed the subject and said, "If you really came from the earth with me, I will call you Xiaowen."

"Everyone said to the emperor." Xiaowen's facial features were distorted and gradually calmed down, and he didn't seem to be disgusted with the name.

"Okay, Xiaowen, only if I live can you continue to live. In other words, you, I can't leave each other, that is, live and die together. It sounds very romantic, at least I'm no longer lonely, haha." Wen Donglai began to plot heartlessly with his fingers.

"Yes, if a person loses Confucianism, he will become a beast, a beast, and a chaotic disorder, which is possible, but he will definitely not have a good ending."

Wen Donglai was silent and asked hurriedly: "What's going on in the four palaces outside the Confucian Mansion? What's going on? What's there in the door of the mansion? Could it be the four mystery?"

"The ten thousand characters stone tablet you kowtowed for three years is Emperor Luotian. You wiped out ten thousand characters with your own hands. The four palaces were laid by the Confucian Mansion. As for the reasons, I don't know, but you don't have to worry for the time being. With me here, I will guard the world of the Confucian Mansion for you, and the doors of the four palaces will not be opened for the time being."

"What? The stone tablet is the tomb of Emperor Luotian and Emperor Tianru?" Wen Donglai almost swallowed his tongue in surprise, and then looked at him suspiciously: "How did you know all this?"

Xiaowen stretched out his skinless bloody hand and pointed at Wen Dong, smiling and said, "I am in the same origin and integration with the Confucian Confucian in this body. The Confucian Confucian in this body has always known this matter. However, although Confucians are born with people, they will not interfere with human affairs. Confucians are only responsible for recording. If people do not ask themselves and ask for Confucians help, Confucians will naturally ignore them."

"I don't care if I am about to die?" Wen Donglai admired Confucianism a little. If someone dies, Confucianism would still die together.

"Don't care if you die." Xiao Wen sighed: "Human hearts are their own, so how can Confucian people's hearts be controlled? If human hearts are evil, Confucian people's strength cannot be pulled back even if they have the power of eight horses."

Wen Donglai was messy.

"Okay, I'm asking for help now. I want to save my mother. Tell me how to save me?" Wen Donglai thought of Wen's mother's kindness and expectation, and felt another twist in his heart, and he changed his question.

Xiaowen quickly fell silent.

"What's wrong?"

"Impossible, too difficult."

"Do you know that dragon?" Wen Donglai asked Xiaowen.

"In your eyes, maybe it is a dragon; but in the eyes of humans on the Tianru Continent, it is a mysterious symbol, a chaos god among the chaos gods, and a great enemy of the scholars in the world."

"Mysterious..." When Wen Donglai heard this phrase again, he was still confused and was about to ask.

Xiaowen laughed again and said bluntly: "There are exceptions in everything. If you believe in me, you will be able to save your mother sooner or later."

"Okay, I believe you." Wen Donglai stared carefully for a long time, and finally chose to believe in the twisted flesh and blood in front of him for the time being, because he had no right to choose.

The flesh and blood on Xiaowen's face suddenly stopped twisting, and his voice was low and powerful: "I know you are still curious about the six mysteries, and humans on Tianru Continent also avoid the word mystery. Ignorance is often the greatest happiness. The more you know, the more fear you will be. You just need to remember that there is a dark abyss in front of you. If you are not careful, you will be doomed."

Perhaps it was because of the temptation in Xiaowen's words that Wen Donglai's body trembled involuntarily.
Chapter completed!