Not only that, he also defined Confucianism and eccentricity as the first natural enemy that threatens life. It is unimaginable that if he did not buy tickets, he would not be able to buy Confucianism and immortality. If he rashly comes into contact with Confucianism and eccentricity, he will definitely die.

Although the weird feeling on his neck did not diminish at all, with the filtering effect of Ru Tianxian, he finally had more thoughts to look at other people or things.

Many people came out of the gate one after another, gathering in groups in twos and threes, sweating profusely, wearing simple clothes of various solid colors, with a few words as big as a fist embroidered on their chests.

Such as shooting through the door, being invincible, hard work is rewarded, I am an old turtle, fish and shrimp can jump...

There are people here with glowing faces, talking and laughing; some with pale faces, sighing with resentment; some with dull eyes, shaped like wood; they are like a group of gamblers coming out of a casino, some are always happy and some are worried.

No one will pay attention to other people. Everyone only cares about the topics they care about. Just like the students who go home in a group after school, they walk around Wendong Lai in their own direction without raising their heads, with their feet carrying

There is a faint blood line forming the grid lines on the earth chessboard.

Wen Donglai's eyes were focused on it, and his ears were filtering what they were whispering to each other.

"In the preliminary round of shooting the Sirius, our team, the Endless Flowers, only got 108th place. No, we have to go back and practice our Confucian archery skills."

"Brother Lin, you don't have enough heavenly power in your Confucian mansion, and your feet were almost burned to dry wood by the fire. You must not work so hard in the future."

"Brother Wang, you only lasted ten breaths longer than me. We are evenly matched."

"Miss Mo Yanyu of the Mo family team is so awesome. She has abundant Confucian natural power and excellent Confucian archery skills. That day, Lang Xing was beaten by her as if she were dancing with a sword. She didn't even touch the ground, and she shot straight through the gate of the house.

In the third round, they actually led the Wild Wolves to break into the top 30 in Kuru Town, but the tough battle behind them will be tough for them, so let’s wait and see the good show."

There are thirty-three thousand people in Xiaokuru Town, and the number of teenagers is only a few thousand, but there are actually one hundred and seventy-two wild wolf teams walking out of the gate.

Confucian scholars in this world who have studied Confucianism and archery all love the competitive sport of "Shooting the Heavenly Wolf". The fact that the entertainment of Cuju could reach such a peak is completely beyond Wen Donglai's imagination.

"Mo Yanyu." When Wen Donglai heard this name, his heart was moved. He didn't expect that the dignified Miss Mo family, as a female, was also a wild general of Sirius.

But soon, the hairs all over his body began to stand up.

Didn't Mo Yanyu go on a nine-day expedition? She also told her to take care of Mo Longsheng when she was leaving.

At this time, his eyes were wandering around, and he soon spotted Mo Yanyu, dressed in simple clothes, wiping her sweat with a piece of incense and silk, walking towards him surrounded by several young people.

He retreated as if seeing a ghost, unable to believe what he saw.

She was surrounded by crowds of people who wanted to get her autograph. Many people even rubbed their chests, arms and thighs to ask for their stamps.

Mo Yanyu's popularity is no less than that of the international superstars in her previous life.

I didn't expect her to be so popular.

Wen Donglai trembled and hid to the side. He saw the bright red blood line at Mo Yanyu's feet.

But it seems that she was not the one who stepped on the red line, she just stepped on someone else's blood line at the right time.

Wen Donglai watched quietly as Mo Yanyu walked past him surrounded by a group of people, and his eyes shifted directly from Mo Yanyu's dancing round buttocks to the back of the young man beside her.

The blood in the young man's body shot straight into the sky, and the blood line under his feet was so thick that it almost became a blood-colored buff that moved with the body. In Wen Donglai's eyes, this young man was undoubtedly a boss character.

No matter where he goes, the people around him will transfer part of the air flow to him.

But he clearly looks like an ordinary person, even though he is a bit handsome, as handsome as a woman, with skin as smooth as gelatin and a face as beautiful as jade, there is nothing weird about him.

This situation is too weird.

His eyes sometimes looked at Mo Yanyu, sometimes at the young man. From what he could see, he could clearly see that there was indeed a line of blood under the young man's feet.

And the two of them were walking in the same direction.

"Which one of them is a Confucian eccentric?"

"The boy is Yin Stem and Branch Sequence 4-4, codenamed Huizhan." Yu Xinshu gave an affirmative answer.

"Where is the girl named Mo Yanyu?" Wen Donglai asked eagerly.

"no."

"It's okay if it's not..." Wen Donglai felt a little calmer in his heart. Then he thought about it, and his mind was confused. Could it be that he was still dreaming? Mo Yanyu had been on an expedition for nine days. Who was he seeing?

"Xiaowen, do you know?" Wen Donglai could only turn to Xiaowen for advice.

"She is a Confucian." Xiaowen's answer was even more incredible, and Wen Donglai didn't understand it for a while.

Seeing that everyone was far away, Wen Donglai immediately determined that this young man was the source of the bloodline. Confucian Weird, whose Yin Stem and Branch sequence was 4-4, squeezed into the crowd and followed step by step.

As for the code name Hui Zuan, he didn't care.

Because he is only responsible for collecting information, he has no Confucian possessions, so how can he fight against Confucianism and Weirdness?

He has an average appearance and short stature, but his temperament is the only thing that stands out. However, the crowd here is like maggots, and if he plunges into the crowd, no one will notice him.

So it was convenient for Wen Dong to hide himself.

Of all the people present, only a pair of eyes hidden in black armor stared straight at his back, watching him follow the crowd and then disappear from their eyes.

"What a strange young man." The black-armored guard muttered, and his mind was suddenly occupied by the round, iron-ball-like armored figure.

His consciousness sank, and he woke up the sleeping "Confucian" in the Confucian mansion and prepared to seek advice from him.

Since he is able to investigate things, he has to seek knowledge.

Otherwise, you will become mad in your heart, which is not conducive to practicing Confucianism.

The crowds of people were getting smaller and smaller, and the wild wolves in twos and threes began to leave in their own directions. Most of them stepped onto the small attic standing in the air, and flew away in the air with a swaying wind.

In the end, there were only a dozen teams left, and they all crowded into the largest "Yueke Building" in Kuru Town. It covers an area of ​​tens of thousands square meters, has ten floors of attics, and has layers of brackets and cornices. It is extremely majestic.

People standing below are no different from ants.

When Wen Dong came to see the restaurant, it was bustling outside and people were drinking and drinking inside. There were as many guests as maggots at the wine table. He immediately understood that they were here to celebrate the dinner.

He didn't have time to observe the surrounding environment, and followed in without hesitation. No one paid attention to such an ordinary Wen Dong. After all, there were still many admirers who booked a large number of seats just to catch a glimpse of the wild wolf.

The general's archer-confucian style.

The person in front stopped, and Mo Yanyu turned around.

Wen Donglai was so surprised that he quickly sat on the seat next to him, pretending to be an admired and ignorant customer, and thus escaped her attention.

Mo Yanyu's bright eyes turned dimly, and the four directions and general environment came into her mind. This was a habit she had developed over a long period of time.

There are no annoying little people around.

She smiled brightly: "Brother Zhao, I will go to the side room to wash up. I will say goodbye here for now. In an hour, we will discuss the next step to qualify."

"Okay, everything is up to you."

The young man with his foot on the bloody line smiled and nodded, with a look of indifference on his handsome and young face.

This kind of indifference and deep vicissitudes of life appeared on the face of such a young man. From Wendong's point of view, it was extremely abnormal.

Of course, he subjectively believed that this young man was extremely abnormal, so he preconceived this opinion.

Mo Yanyu's brows straightened up, and she also felt a kind of heroic spirit. She said goodbye and walked into the small attic that was made by clever tricks like an 'elevator'. It seemed that she was going to the upstairs room.

The young man stood quietly and waited until Mo Yanyu left, then turned and entered the second small attic and went to the upstairs wing on the other side.

Wen Donglai's eyes were tightly entangled with the blood line extending upward, as if looking at a long bloody snake that could climb.
Chapter completed!