It's just that Hao Qiqai seemed to be very interested in recruiting disciples, and he told Wen Donglai a series of red tape that made people's heads explode.

"To become a disciple, you need to perform the apprenticeship ceremony, and you also have to pour tea and kneel to the ancestors of heaven and earth..."

"Is there something simpler? It would be better to be able to master Confucianism and calligraphy quickly." Wen Donglai was confused after hearing this. How come these two scholars were more stubborn in etiquette than the old Confucian scholar Mo Longsheng.

"Confucianism and calligraphy are most afraid of eagerness for quick success and instant benefit. What they seek is to be tireless in learning and tireless in teaching..." Zheng Nianqing was speechless at Wen Donglai's irresponsible academic spirit.

Wen Donglai said bitterly: "I don't have the time or resources to pursue the endless pursuit of learning."

The two of them looked directly at Wen Donglai again. Seeing his plain clothes, and remembering that he was the son of a Confucian daughter-in-law, he must have been living under someone else's roof, and secretly shook their heads.

It is very difficult for such a poor Confucian to survive, and he is indeed not qualified to pursue the boundless world of learning.

Hao Qiqiao nodded slightly to Zheng Nianqing, who brought the book basket over. He stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the book basket made a clever clicking sound.

It was only then that Wen Donglai discovered that the book basket had a hidden secret, which was far from being as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Zheng Nianqing pointed to the dark opening of the book basket and said with a smile: "If you don't want to become a teacher, then you can only study on your own. You can choose a book of Confucianism and Qi in it, and everything will be arranged by fate."

"This must be the legacy of a great Confucian scholar." Xiao Wen reminded him quietly in his heart.

When Wen Dong came to see them taking out his treasure so generously, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

Maybe I am judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart.

He struggled to stand up, but his limp body made him sit back on the ground.

Hao Qigai shook his head secretly, used his hand to write, and murmured: "There is God in writing, and the heaven and earth seal it, and it stands."

Wen Donglai blinked, and he saw the door of Hao Qiwei's Confucian Mansion opened wide, with a Confucian similar to him sitting in the middle. He smiled slightly, and a wispy light rushed out from the door, and with that "

The word "Li" is integrated into one.

It turns out that Confucianism is really using the power of heaven, and people are just borrowing the power. Wen Donglai's thoughts suddenly became clear. It seems that people will always be small and weak. Nothing has changed, only things have changed.

Just a Confucian in a Confucian government.

Hao Qiqiao wrote the word "Li" in the air, which turned into a ray of light and penetrated into Wen Donglai's body. Then he felt an invisible mysterious person pinching his waist with both hands and pulling him away.

He was lifted up from the ground.

magic.

He could only make such an exclamation.

"Actually, I can do it too." Xiaowen said as if blaming him for not asking for help.

Wen Donglai staggered to the book basket and looked down at the book basket that looked like a deep black hole. Witnessed by the cold moonlight, he closed his eyes and put his hand in tremblingly.

"Don't be excited." Zheng Nianqing curled his lips, almost saying that country bumpkins have little experience.

"I'm afraid." Wen Donglai whined in his heart.

The fingertips seemed to touch a pool of water, which was ice cold.

He was surprised and boldly opened his eyes.

He saw Hao Qigai stroking his moustache and smiling evilly; he also saw Zheng Nianqing's arrogant, arrogant and arrogant look.

The expressions on the two people's faces seemed to be frozen. The hazy moonlight intertwined with the turbid fire, covering their figures with a thin halo.

The figures of the two people also became darker and darker under the halo, and in the blink of an eye they were dragged into the darkness and disappeared.

Wen Donglai swallowed hard, his pupils bloodshot with fear.

He looked down and saw there was no book basket anywhere. The blue bricks reflected a strange light, as if there was an unknown ghost hidden inside.

A wordless stone tablet appeared out of thin air in front of him, just like the stone tablet he had worshiped for three years. The two were almost identical.

If he hadn't known that he was in Kuruzhai, he would have thought that he had returned to Wenjia Village as soon as his eyes darkened.

Wen Donglai's eyes wandered, and he was quickly attracted by the five large gilded characters hanging on the wall on the top of the stone tablet.

Master of the Lord of Heaven and Earth.

These five characters were like gilding, with dragons coiling around and snakes dancing. The air collided with them and immediately ripples appeared on them. The ripples deflected Wen Donglai's gaze. He found that the word 'Jun' in the middle began to bleed, and a line of blood began to form.

One piece slipped down like a string of beads.

In the end, the word "Jun" seemed to be peeled off the golden paint, revealing the plain and dull inner self.

"When the emperor abdicates, of course he will be gone, but this is nothing special." A whisper rang in Wen Donglai's heart.

"What are you looking at?" A bone-chilling voice sounded in his ears, instantly bringing all his consciousness back.

Wen Donglai turned around and saw a mask that could not recognize specific emotions, like a clown singing in a big show. The owner behind the mask was wearing a tight black robe. Because of its age, the robe gave off a musty earthy smell.

, you can vaguely see the out-of-shape dragon and phoenix patterns on the robe.

But the scenery wrapped under the robe is infinite, enchanting and graceful, swaying like a snake crawling, and a long tail is exposed at the heel of the robe, covered with scales and wings, shining with a coquettish luster.

Wen Donglai didn't know whether the masked person in front of him was a human or a ghost, but he shamelessly began to swallow his saliva.

One is because of fear, and the other is because of the unknown fire that suddenly bursts out of his body.

I don't know why, but standing in front of this masked man, the fire in his whole body seemed to be ignited, and he wanted to immediately throw the masked man in front of him under him.

"Who are you?" Wen Donglai pinched his thigh meat hard, and the severe pain made him regain his consciousness.

"Donglai, she has a dragon's tail." Xiaowen reminded him in his heart.

I thought it was the tail of a snake, Wen Donglai thought to himself that he still had little experience.

The masked man turned around, and the dragon tail behind him made a rustling sound, seeming to be shouting excitedly, but the masked man's voice was still cold: "Jun Qing."

But he could tell it was a woman's voice. Wen Donglai glanced at her dragon tail and added in his mind: "Maybe it's a female."

Turning around and looking around, I found that I was in a dilapidated palace, surrounded by collapsed and broken pillars. The size of the pillars was as thick as ten people surrounding them, and the glory of the past was vaguely visible.

"Where is this?"

"This is a tomb, a tomb hidden in heaven and earth, a tomb that only Confucian scholars can enter. Here lies the legacy of three hundred and sixty-five generations of dead Confucians." The mask on Jun Qing's face showed that

She doesn't show any expression, only her enchanting figure exudes a seductive charm all the time.

Wen Donglai took a breath of cold air.

Three hundred and sixty-five generations of Confucianism perished.

Then came the deep desolation that filled their hearts. No one of the Qianqiu clan could withstand the passage of time, and eventually they all fell into deep sleep, with nothing left.

Not even the last drop of bone and blood.

It's just that when Jun Qing mentioned Shu Confucianism just now, he could possibly be referring to Xiao Wen.

So Xiao Wen is a scholar, not a scholar. But if he is not a scholar, how can he move the power of heaven? Wen Donglai is confused.

But wait, what is a tomb? Could it be a tomb?

Xiaowen explained it to him with a smile, lest he know nothing and make jokes again.

"No, the Tomb Mansion is the remains of the Confucian Mansion after the collapse of the Confucian Mansion. After the collapse of the Confucian Mansion, the world of the Confucian Mansion will inevitably collapse. After the collapse, the Tomb Mansion will appear, and the Confucians in it will also become the dead Confucians in the tomb."

It turns out that there are graves for Confucian scholars to bury after their death.

After Wen Donglai was confused, a terrifying question appeared in his mind: What is the world of Confucianism in human beings? Why can a Confucian mansion be condensed and a tomb can be formed from the earth?

If a person dies, his body is buried in heaven and earth, turning into ashes and water.

Does the Confucian world still exist?

If the world of Confucianism does not exist, how can the tomb survive?

"Then whose tomb is the deceased Confucian in front of me in whose world of Confucianism is it? Why can I appear in someone else's tomb?"
Chapter completed!