"I've heard it before, and there's another sentence at the end, repaying grievances directly." No matter how low his education level was, Wen Donglai had heard this sentence before. When he begged Mo Longsheng to save him, Mo Longsheng also said it.

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"Yes, it seems that you still have a bit of literary talent in your belly." Zheng Nianqing praised, but the arrogance in his eyes was still very eye-catching.

"The Zhiru Hall is a secret department jointly established by six Confucian masters. According to the Confucian law of 'repaying evil with kindness, how to repay kindness, and repaying evil with straightness', it specializes in investigating, collecting, eradicating, and protecting the mysterious and weird Confucian phenomena in the world.

Individuals, things, etc., to prevent resentment from destroying the world, unpredictable good and bad fortunes, and shaking human nature; our code is to respect the world and eliminate monsters

Chaos; the palace is divided into two halls: Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. Among them, the Heavenly Stems Hall has ten palaces, A, B, B, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren and Gui, which are responsible for matters related to the five mysteries; the Earthly Branches Hall has twelve

Gong, Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai, are responsible for matters related to Confucianism and eccentricities. There is also a society under the palace."

When Wen Donglai heard him mention the words "mysterious" and "confucian weirdness", he immediately felt a strange feeling in his heart.

At the same time, I also became very curious about their identities.

"Are you guys?"

Zheng Nianqing smiled and bowed: "We belong to the 'uterus', and Zihai is both in the north, but Zi is in the west of the north, and Hai is in the east of the north. And Langxu Prefecture in Tianru Continent happens to be in the west of the north, so Langxu

The state has the Earthly Branches Palace of 'Zhiru Hall'

There are nine societies under the palace. There are three people in each society, the confidants, the minions and the ears and eyes. These are the names of official positions. The confidants are responsible for researching strategies, making plans and commanding, the minions are responsible for emergency response and special operations, and the ears and eyes are responsible for tracking.

Lurking and collecting information."

Hao Qiqiao also stood up, bowed, and laughed loudly: "The two of us are the confidants and minions of the Zhiru Society in Zhiru Palace. I am the confidant, and my younger brother is the minions."

Together these two people are almost equal to a fox and a wolf.

"Uterus..." Wen Donglai was a little awkward when he read the word.

Hao Qiqai and Zheng Nianqing's expressions suddenly became embarrassed. In fact, when they entered the Womb Club, their expressions were even more miserable than Wen Dong's. They almost turned their backs on laughter. Thinking back, their stomachs were still cramping.

Having said this, Hao Qiqiao also felt that there was no need to continue to pretend, let alone continue to be pure and kind.

He smiled, but his tone was grim.

"Our identity is very confidential. Except for internal Confucian scholars, no one outside knows about it."

Wen Donglai felt a chill in his heart. Of course he heard the cold meaning in Hao Qi's strange words.

This is a fox in human skin.

It seems that if you don't agree, you can't do anything good. This is just trying to catch a duck, and you don't know what advantages you have that are worthy of their attention.

But if we really have to fight, he won't be afraid. After all, we have the power of three thousand fights. A small nuclear bomb will destroy us all.

While enduring the physical pain, Wen Donglai also pretended to be calm and communicated with them: "You want to hire me to be the eyes and ears of the Wongzhi Confucian Society, to track down hidden Confucian weirdos and collect relevant information for you."

"Haha, if there are three of us walking together, there must be my teacher. If there are three of us walking together, we will definitely be able to do something good." Hao Qiqiao and Zheng Nianqing looked at each other and laughed.

"You two are very knowledgeable in Confucianism." After Wen Donglai lost his flattery, he turned to ask: "Where are the ears and eyes before me?"

Hao Qiqai and Zheng Nianqing fell silent.

The air instantly became stale, suppressing an obscure and unspeakable emotion.

Zheng Nianqing's eyes quickly turned red. He was a grown man, but his tears fell one by one like a string of beads.

He stretched out his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes to stop crying. His eyes were replaced by deep hatred, and there was also a lingering fear hidden in his eyes.

Hao Qiqiao sighed deeply: "He died when we were fighting a grotesque man in Xiaoshi County, but his sacrifice was to achieve the righteousness of upright Confucianism, and he will always live in our hearts."

"We will definitely avenge him, definitely." The emotion revealed in Zheng Nianqing's eyes confused Wen Donglai. Do foxes also have feelings?

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wen Donglai looking at him. His face straightened up and then returned to his extremely arrogant look. The good feeling in Wen Donglai's heart suddenly disappeared.

But Wen Donglai's mind was full of the so-called "grotesque human faces" and what was so scary about human faces.

Is it possible to eat it with just one mouth?

"What are you thinking about?" This sentence sounds light and weak, but it contains a poisonous sting.

Wen Donglai’s stance is always on the side of ‘survival’.

It's better to forget it if we both die together.

He smiled bitterly: "You still don't know my name."

Hao Qiqiao and Zheng Nianqing looked at each other and saw the joy in each other's eyes.

Wen Donglai agreed.

Hao Qiqiao raised his hands and asked, "I haven't asked for your name."

"Mo Wendonglai." This was the first time that Wen Donglai had spoken the name of his Confucian son-in-law in front of outsiders.

"Mo Wendong comes, Mo... Wendong comes, it turns out you are the son of a Confucian father-in-law, haha." Hao Qiqiao touched his mustache, shook his head, and there was a hint of something else in his eyes.

Wen Donglai naturally understood that he looked down on a lonely person like him who depended on others, but he was thick-skinned and didn't care.

Although he didn't like the fox-wolf characters of these two people, Wen Donglai was secretly envious of their abilities, and he had another idea in his heart.

"I have one more request."

"You said, as long as it's within our capabilities, we won't refuse." Hao Qiqiao waved his hand, half agreeing.

Of course, the scope of what he could agree to must not touch his own fundamental interests. After all, he had planned to take advantage of Wendong from the beginning.

"I want to ask you to teach me the art of Confucianism and calligraphy." Wen Donglai suddenly had this idea in his mind entirely because Xiaowen was shouting crazily in his ear, asking him to seize the opportunity and not let it go.

What Wen Dong came to think of was that he could get another tuition fee waived.

Mo Longsheng didn't ask him to charge tuition fees, and Xiao Wen also kindly waived the tuition fee. In front of these two people, he had to ask for free rights no matter what.

These two were foxes and wolves whose appearance and appearance were incompatible with the modern world, but they were truly sophisticated in Confucianism and calligraphy.

Confucianism has six arts, etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics. Each skill has been developed to its ultimate peak in Tianru Continent, and one skill can be used for life.

Hao Qiguai felt a little calmer, Confucianism in Tianru Continent was prosperous.

The concept that everyone can be my teacher and everyone can be my disciple is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and everyone just learns from each other.

He did not object to accepting Wen Donglai as his disciple, and besides, he was indeed much older than Wen Donglai.
Chapter completed!