His sense of aura followed this breath around the Emperor's No. 1 room, and his eyes focused on the darkness under the stairs.

That is a place where no light can shine.

He folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and listened.

The sound of babbling reached his ears, and he immediately understood that there was a man and woman hiding in the darkness doing indescribable things.

The man was breathing heavily, like a pig in heat: "Zhuoya, I miss you so much... Well, you are so beautiful today."

The woman just moaned in an almost lazy voice: "...um..."

Zoya…

The bride's name.

It turned out that the newly married couple were hiding here to undress and relieve their boredom.

Wen Donglai squinted slightly, and the pair of eyes hovering behind the bride flashed in his mind.

"Haha, what does it have to do with me?"

Shaking his head and walking down the stairs, Wen Dong came downstairs and was bumped into by a man.

Of course, with his strong body, he would remain motionless.

The hot-tempered man was not so lucky, and was hit with stars in his eyes.

At this time, a very unsightly shape appeared on the ground.

"Are you OK."

Wen Donglai stretched out his hand to pull the man up, looked at the man with his eyes, and finally settled on his bright red clothes, and said in shock: "You are the groom."

"Sorry, I was looking for my Zhuo Ya, oh, the bride. I accidentally bumped into you. Have you seen my bride?"

The man looked anxiously, rubbing his aching buttocks while looking at Wen Donglai apologetically and expectantly.

Wen Donglai's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood that the groom must be wearing a green hat.

"This is the influence of monsters on people's hearts. Unethical behavior and betrayal of trust..." Jun Qing suddenly spoke, her high-pitched voice full of laughter.

"So you thought their marriage would not last long." Wen Donglai sighed inwardly.

Glancing at the poor groom, he smiled slightly: "I seemed to have seen her near the stairs just now..."

The groom's face was immediately filled with joy, and he nodded to express his gratitude: "Thank you!"

Wen Donglai put his hands behind his back and walked straight out of Yueke Building.

Family affairs are a drama of ups and downs, so it’s better to be less involved in it.

Time soon came to the day when Kuru Zhenru shot Tianlang finals.

All the big and small families in Kuru Town, hundreds of schools, and even merchants and nobles came.

Confucian Hall Langyuan.

From the moment the first person entered the venue, there was never a second of silence.

The voices are getting louder and louder, which shows how tyrannical the mainland fashion led by this competition is.

The crowd divided into several groups.

Of course, in this era where everyone is like a dragon or a phoenix, wealth and status are no longer the dividing lines between people, but it does not mean that everyone gets along well.

On the contrary, people in the Confucian world are also divided into groups.

The dividing line is the human heart.

People who are united can naturally come together and sit together.

Even if we are close to each other, we are still a world apart.

Wen Donglai, who had to be forced to serve as a substitute, could only stand outside Langyuan's line and wait.

At this time, he looked up at the auditorium of the Confucian Hall and saw groups of seats in twos and threes.

I thought in my mind: "Even across ancient and modern times, the human heart is also the line that divides groups. The only difference is what the human heart measures...wealth, status, fame, good and evil, age, gender, victory or defeat...etc..."

This is what he learned from Xiang Confucian etiquette.

He held a lotus-shaped hand with a stick of incense in his palm, and bowed to the sky along the four corners of Langyuan. The clouds and smoke from the incense rose straight up to the sky, drifting to nowhere.

It's not that he is superstitious, but that he firmly believes.

I firmly believe that the word "ritual" can make people's hearts strong and not afraid of anything.

Also, life should have a sense of ritual.

This is the first time in this world that he has participated in this competitive sport that is similar to football and can be called the best in the universe.

This sense of ritual requires worshiping the sky with etiquette.

"You are so willing to give up. This long incense has directly used up the legendary power of Shihe." Jun Qing scolded the prodigal son.

Wen Donglai smiled slightly, thinking you don't understand.

When the long incense burned out, the shouts from inside and outside Langyuan reached the sky.

"Wild wolf...Wild wolf...Wild wolf...Wild wolf..."

"My lord the world...my lord the world...my lord the world..."

The shouts got louder and louder, making people's hearts go crazy and their blood boiling.

Wen Donglai had to marvel that no matter where he went, this kind of competitive sport similar to football could indeed drive those who believed in it crazy.

At this time and place, people's hearts are measured and divided by victory and defeat.

If you don't win, you lose.

"Even though human beings are very complex psychological creatures, there are only two kinds of hearts left inside and outside the Wolf Plains, winning or losing."

Jun Qing swung his dragon tail and glided quietly to Wen Donglai's side. He glanced up and down and came to this conclusion.

Wen Donglai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the referee at the Langyuan Center. He had a different conclusion in his mind.

"Etiquette is everywhere. Inside and outside Langyuan, in addition to winning and losing, there is also a kind of heart, that is fairness, and this heart is only in his hands. For him, whoever wins and who loses has nothing to do with it.

It’s not important, because he is the measure of victory and defeat. As long as there is measurement, there is etiquette, so he is also the incarnation of etiquette.”

Bang bang...

Jun Qing's clown mask drew an ink line representing surprise, and applauded Wen Donglai.

But only Wen Donglai could enjoy the applause.

"Although you know nothing about Confucianism, I have to admit that your understanding of etiquette is amazing."

"Is Xiaowen's Fragrant Confucian Book really so magical? Is it just a book on rituals of sequence five? Or is it that the foreign Confucian world where you were born is a world that values ​​etiquette very much?"

Wen Donglai smiled slightly: "Confucianism is a culture that has been passed down for five thousand years in my hometown. It is passed down from generation to generation. I have been exposed to it since I was a child, so of course I just picked it up by word of mouth."

He is not good at anything since Wen Donglai, he is best at talking on paper.

Zhao Wuxie had been standing in a corner of Langyuan, arranging the formation of troops.

For her, this is a battle, even though the skills, speed, agility and other statistics of the 'My Master World' team are all at a disadvantage.

But she still wants to win beautifully.

After she was busy, she would scan Wen Donglai out of the corner of her eye only when she could take a breath.

At this time, Wen Donglai randomly put on a competitive uniform outside the Confucian armor. He looked nondescript and tilted his head left and right from time to time, as if he was communicating with the air.

"Haha, you idiot." She couldn't help but sneer softly.

But in fact Wen Donglai was also paying attention to her.

He was waiting for the right time to tell Zhao Wuxie what he had seen the day before, but he was also considering whether to tell everything.

He didn't want to be indifferent to this, let alone hurt Kuzhu.

While the two of them were having their own thoughts, Mo Longsheng led a group of people into Wolf Plains.

The leaders were Mo Longsheng and Zi Hui.

In the past, Zihui, who could only be considered a descendant of the Kuruzhai family, always walked behind everyone.
Chapter completed!