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There was a sound of a pendulum, and Wen Donglai looked up.

The blood scattered by the word "Ru" began to fall, falling drop by drop, and the sound made was like the sound of a pendulum swinging.

As the blood drips, the blood flows away from the word "Ru" in all directions becomes less and less.

The blood dripped to the ground stirred up the clouds and smoke around it, forming a string of weird words floating by.

This word is completely different from the words in the Tianru Continent, but Wen Donglai recognized this word because it was the words in his hometown.

This is clearly the countdown scale, indicating that the blood flow of the word "Ru" will flow out after three hours.

As the blood flowed away, the entire Confucian Mansion was slowly shrouded in a gray tone, and it was difficult to see a few traces of green.

Wen Donglai felt completely unhappy.

Even a fool understands that this Confucian mansion is slowly dying.

"Don't doubt it, this is your Confucian Mansion. Save me and save yourself." This time, it was not only the misty words, but also a dark sound of empty space, as if coming from the horizon, full of pleading.

Oh oh oh oh —

A rooster crow brought Wen Donglai back to reality from his dream. He quickly woke up from his "bad" state, but the strange feeling in his mind still did not dissipate.

"This is a warning and a call for help. My Confucianism asked me for help." Wen Donglai said, "I have a life of less than three hours left."

The ending of the five people will be repeated in three hours on me, and I don’t know if I can change my destiny.

"I hope."

No matter why my Confucian family came, the last sentence in the dream still echoed in my ears like thunder: "Save me... save yourself..."

It turns out that the Confucians who were born with me have always been there. The original owner of this body has never been able to sense the existence of Confucians. Now that I feel it, it is a shocking dream.

Moreover, the Reign is still in danger now and will even ask for help from others.

Thinking of the romantic legend of people living and dying with Confucianism, Wen Donglai was in a bad mood in an instant.

His cheeks were tangled together, he quickly got up from the bed, clenched his fists, and it was obvious that he was in a state of worry.

It took him a long time to make up his mind: "It is better to believe that it has than to believe that it has nothing."

After all, the memories of the five people in the dream were too real, and the real thing almost made him think that he had really lived in those fantasy worlds.

No matter how complete the dream is, it is impossible to repeat the lifelong memories of the five people.

This Confucian dream is too weird.

Three hours, life and death are racing against time, it depends on who is getting faster.

"Mother, I'll go for a walk in Kuru Town."

"Well, but you can go around and come back early to review your homework." Wen's mother was wiping the ten thousand-character stone tablet that Wen Donglai usually bowed to, hoping that her son would be able to get it out, and she didn't want to interfere too much in Wen Donglai's freedom.

It was rare that Wen Donglai wanted to go out for a walk by himself, and she was happy, just asking him to come back early.

Saying goodbye to his mother, Wen Dong glanced at the ten thousand characters when he was about to go out.

In my memory, Wen Mu is very precious. This very ordinary stone tablet is not known if there is any secret hidden here.

He didn't have time to think about these things now, after all, his life and Rude were even more important.

He walked to a square wooden door at the entrance of the village. The wooden door was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, like a woman with big leather strands. The curve was engraved with flowers, birds, and cordyceps on it, and the word "Fermen" was written on it.

This is a ferry gate that highlights the "Gulou Technology". When you step in, you can go anywhere you want.

Gulou Technology is the general term for science and technology in the Tianru Continent, and the height that can be roughly reached is at least several geometric multiples beyond the earth. It is difficult for Wen Donglai to piece together the mystery and development of "Gulou Technology" from his memory. After all, the owner of this body has never even gone out of the small Kuru Town.

Wen Donglai pushed the ferry door lightly, and a human-shaped pit that was about his size immediately appeared on the surface of the wooden door, and dark light flashed from the inside out.

"Welcome to Dumen Mansion, Guest, where do you want to go?" A whisper came into your ears.

Wen Donglai walked in and said in a dull space, relying on memory to be extremely skillful: "Kuru Town East Gate, please hurry up."

His heart had already flown to Kuru Town.

"Okay, please wait."

The ferry door closed, and another buzzing sound was heard in my ears.

Wen Donglai stretched his eyebrows and smiled rare: "When it comes, high technology is better, it's much better than buses."

The Tianru Continent is undoubtedly a world with perfect civilization development. Whether it is technology or humanities, they are moving forward in unison. Moreover, when you see this world, you will always have a seamless connection between the past and the present. Because the concept of harmony is the most important thing, the world has never had a world-class war. Everything in civilization has been perfectly transitioned to the present, and the present era is also called the ancient building century.

He pushed open the ferry door and walked out, wondering where to go.

It was dawn, and many street stalls and business shops opened the door to welcome guests and started to start a shouting business.

The ancient buildings are lined up in a row and the grille is beautiful. It is filled with the ancient rhyme of books and ancient classics, and also the enlightened atmosphere of the ancient classics.

Wen Donglai walked along the way and felt their Confucian style, marked the price clearly, and was not deceived, and was honest and good at the world.

But there is only one thing that is unclear, this world has already reached the end of the world.

Ordinary people basically have no shortage of food, clothing and housing. They can be said to have no worries about food and clothing. What is the purpose of doing business so diligently? Is it because of the traditional virtues of diligence and humility that are at the forefront?

In fact, if I hadn't encountered the incident last night, it would be very pleasant to be an ordinary person in this world.

At least you don’t have to worry about food and drink, and you don’t have to worry about housing.

But he has no time to care about these minor matters now. His trip has an important purpose, to find Mo Longsheng, the only great scholar in Kuru Town.

He had heard of many things about Mo Longsheng. Mo Longsheng was a great scholar and was proficient in the two Confucian arts of "shooting and counting". He was not only the guardian of Kuru Town, but also the fortune teller of Kuru Town.

Moreover, his Mo Mansion gate is facing the opposite side, and he will not refuse anyone who has difficult difficulties to solve.

He also has the quality of helping the world, so Wen Donglai wanted to ask him for help.

In the Tianru Continent, the Confucian school has developed for tens of thousands of years. Nowadays, Confucianism no longer refers to "scholars". In fact, scholars are only the kind of people who master the "scholars' art of calligraphy".

True Confucians are proficient in the six arts of Confucianism, rituals, music, archery, ward, and calligraphy, and there is no shortage of numbers. They can bring their pens to peace and stability in the world with their martial arts. Confucians are truly gentlemen and powerful, and they have the ability to be superior to generals and ministers.

Mo Longsheng was proficient in the art of "shooting and counting" and was able to cultivate to the realm of a great scholar. For Wen Donglai at this time, he was a god.

He soon ran to the place where He Longsheng taught Confucianism—“Kuruzhai”.

Kuruzhai covers an area of ​​thousands of square meters, dark green, brackets are like wings, like birds, with flying eaves and corners. A long cloud of cigarettes circling from the middle hall of the Zhai Mansion to the sky, with highly unified structure and aesthetics.

Wen Donglai's face turned slightly pale. Just now, an indescribable scene flashed through his mind. A human-shaped candle was burning rapidly. The wet tears of wax were like blood. Now it has burned to the calves. The candle is about to turn into ashes, which seems to indicate that he is about to die soon.

"Is this human-shaped candle my Confucianism?" Wen Donglai asked himself in a daze, no one answered him.

The black door was slightly closed, and the sound of teaching was vaguely heard from inside.

"Teacher Long Sheng, why can my Confucian school shine brightly today, and be renewed forever and prosperous." A crisp voice asked.

A thick voice laughed: "At the end of the ancient times, human beings entered the great era of 'matter supremacy', and society developed rapidly. Human beings rely on technology to create material wealth that surpassed the previous five thousand years in just one hundred years. But soon humans discovered that the world had undergone changes in the great era, but human beings themselves became increasingly insignificant. In other words, society won, but people were defeated."

Wen Donglai wanted to push the door and go in, but when he heard this, he felt moved, so he calmed down and listened carefully.

It is rare to have the opportunity to hear a lecture by a great scholar from the Tianru Continent, which is more effective than reading thousands of books.

The deep voice continued: "The great era and the small people have become increasingly irreconcilable contradictions. The Confucian pursuing the unity of man and nature is definitely not an ethereal empty talk. In the ancient building, these four words were also given new meanings. On the eve of the world war, humans suddenly discovered that only the concept of "Confucian" can reconcile the contradiction between "man and world", allowing "man and world" to develop and progress together. Whether it is the power of heaven or earth, these are just the "utensils" that people stand between heaven, earth and man, and what people need is Confucian. Confucianism is not only a mysterious life, but also a friend who lives and dies with others, and is also a synonym for all wishes."

Wen Donglai felt a little moved, and he felt a little empathized with it, associating the world he lived in. In the era of rapid development of technology, human existence is getting smaller and smaller and more insignificant.

Where people will eventually be placed, perhaps as small as an ant, or even worse.

"What people need is Confucianism!" Wen Donglai leaned against the gate of Kuruzhai, muttered to himself, falling into deep thought.

Everything in the past flashed through my eyes like smoke and clouds.

He remembered that he got up early and went to bed late, studied hard, went out early and returned late, worked hard after graduation, competed with time, thought about getting a name, thought about making a profit, thought about embracing beautiful women, thought about becoming a hero, all wishes were like dreams, but in the end, in the life of "insignificant, humble as an ant", nothing might come true and all shattered.

These are all dreams that you need. It turns out that in this world, they have the same name, called Ru. He has always lived and died with others and has never left.
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