Mystery Makes Me Strong

At this time, at the foot of Hanshan Mountain, inside a pavilion.

Wen Rende's family members, except Wen Rensheng, were all sitting on the bench, anxiously waiting for the news.

Meng Lin just went out for a while, and then came back again to sit with them.

This comforted everyone a little.

How to say this is also the land of China, where the light is, there is no possibility of infinite streams appearing, it is just a screening test, failure is just failure, and you can't lose or die.

No one spoke, but stretched their heads to look at the steps on the mountain, but couldn't see anything specific.

"The teacher has already gone up, should we go up secretly?" Zhao Han whispered to Wang Wenwen.

"It's okay to make trouble, didn't you see that Teacher Wu and Aunt Ouyang didn't move? Do you know why?" Wang Wenwen scorned.

Zhao Han said confidently, "I don't know."

"Silly girl, this is because even if Mr. Wenren caused trouble, he has the ability to make up for it. Even if his actions made Uncle Wenren fail in the screening, he can still give Uncle many more chances. Even this time, it is his Brought it back. But other people don’t have such confidence when they cause trouble. So you have to remember that only those who have the ability to clean up the tail are qualified to start troubles, otherwise they will be irresponsible to anyone.” Wang Wenwen taught .

"If you can't bear the consequences, don't do it... So, why are you so smart, Wenwen? Aren't we the same age, and eat the same food?" Zhao Han said with envy and surprise.

She once again learned a valuable knowledge - it is easy to say, but many people fall on this sentence.

"Of course it's because what I eat develops my brain, and what you eat develops my muscles." Wang Wenwen said triumphantly.

Zhao Han quietly patted the fat belly of the other party, expressing silent protest.

When the two girls were fighting, Meng Lin suddenly said, "Mr. Wenren has already seen the tutor."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a phantom of a scene appeared in the pavilion.

Everyone was not surprised by his skill. After all, he is the master's apprentice, so how could he not have two skills?

They all focused their sights on the phantom.

In the hallucination, there was also a pavilion where a handsome middle-aged man was sitting opposite an old man with a dull face.

Obviously these are Wen Rende and Master Ding.

"Are you here?" The old man closed his eyes tightly, his body full of dead air.

"Master, how are you?" Wen Rende asked with concern.

"It doesn't matter what's good, it doesn't matter what's bad. Life is like a dream, and it turns white in a blink of an eye. No matter how happy you are, everything in the world is like impermanence." The old man said lightly.

Wen Rende's face seemed a little confused, and he said after a long time: "Come from nothing, go to nothing, have a beginning and an end, isn't it a blessing?"

"Since that's the case, if you say that you will die tomorrow after inheriting my heterogeneity, will you agree?" the old man asked suddenly.

Wen Rende shook his head.

The old man finally opened his eyes and asked: "It's strange, the alien species that inherits me can live for 300 years, so you all came. Now I tell you, you can only live for one day, but you can't accept it. Long and short, and What's the difference? According to what you said, don't they all have a beginning and an end?"

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

What's happening here?

Does the old man want people to inherit the heterogeneous species, or does he not want people to inherit?

A strange smile appeared on Meng Lin's face.

Zhao Han lowered his head again and said to Wang Wenwen: "What should I do? It seems that uncle's interview is not good?"

"I don't know what to do? I'm annoyed by this kind of young and contrived old man." Wang Wenwen spread his hands with a helpless expression on his face.

Zhao Han agrees very much, but now that you have to ask others, it's useless to bother you, you still have to honestly listen to others.

Wen Rende was silent for a while, and then said: "Life is a process. If it takes a long time, it will naturally have the opportunity to create many beautiful changes. If the time is short, it will lose the possibility of infinite changes. People who want to live a good life always hope to be as good as possible. Live longer."

"Okay, then let me ask you another question. You have accepted my heterogeneity, and what changes do you plan to add to your extended life?" the old man asked again.

"I..." Wen Rende pondered for a moment, and then said, "I can't do things that are too high, but I will do things that have a bottom line, make people around me happy, and do some good things within my ability."

The old man looked at Wen Rende seriously, and there seemed to be two whirlpools flashing through his cloudy eyes.

In the center of the vortex was the figure of Wen Rende.

Seeing this, everyone immediately understood that Master Ding was predicting whether the future Wen Rende said was true.

There are too many people who talk nicely but have business in their hearts.

Wen Rende sat across from him with a natural expression, as if he had nothing to worry about.

Not long after, the old man closed his eyes again and was about to speak.

At this moment, two voices came from a distance, a man and a woman.

"Master, please give us a chance."

"Yeah, we worked so hard to get here, please give us a chance to compete fairly."

The old man looked down the stairs and sighed slightly.

"Life is really impermanent. In fact, according to my prediction, only you can walk in front of me. Now there are two people."

"That's why smart prophets don't make conclusions anymore. Everyone is talking about probability." Wen Rende said very openly.

"You don't seem to take them to heart?" the old man asked.

Wen Rende shook his head and said: "The heterogeneous species is yours, you can give it to whoever you want, even if I take them to heart, it will not help."

"You are an open-minded person. If I leave it to you, there shouldn't be any big troubles. But I am a little bit unwilling, because I want a more powerful, more powerful heir."

"I want to know if my alien can break through the pinnacle of prophecy, can become a master, and can completely crush other people." The old man suddenly reversed his previous decadent state and became agitated.

The people who watched the phantom were not surprised, in fact, this is right.

If you want to become a master of different races, you need a strong sense of victory, aggressiveness, more learning and more practice, not some mysterious realm of life.

Alien species never liked that kind of buddhist creature... No one has ever heard of a lazy species.

Even a decadent-sounding alien like the Seed of Sorrow can give people a very strong motivation, such as resurrecting one's lover...

Not to mention anger, hatred, greed... This sounds like a competitive type.

Wen Rende turned his head to look at the two men and women who had already rushed over.

These two people are obviously very enterprising, no, it should be said that they are too strong.

Compared with them, I am not as violently self-motivated, and I prefer to be famous, and then live a leisurely life with my wife and children, and play basketball with my son.

On this point, he couldn't hide from the old man.

He may be much better than the other two, but in terms of aggressiveness, he cannot beat them.

At this time, Han Yiyang and Cui Qian finally rushed to the old man's side.

Although they were out of breath, they still forcibly restrained themselves, trying their best to leave a good impression on the old man.

"Master, please give us a chance." Han Yiyang repeated again.

The old man nodded, and said with a clear face: "You all worked very hard, very hard, I know it all."

Han Yiyang's face changed slightly, and then he quickly regained his composure.

All the people died in their own self-defense, if they hadn't taken the initiative, they wouldn't have died.

Even if some people say that they trap and kill each other, there is no evidence.

After all, since he wanted to be the successor of the master of prophecy, he knew that prophecy could accurately go back to the past, so when he communicated with Cui Qian about those conspiracies, he relied on his understanding and subtext, and he would not give others a reason.

"Thank you, master, for your understanding." Cui Qian said hastily, and then secretly glanced at Wen Rende.

This man is really handsome. Although he is a bit older, he happens to be an uncle-type character, not an uncle.

"Oh, this is really embarrassing for me. Two candidates who are aggressive, smart, determined, and know how to walk on the edge of the bottom line, and a candidate with a deep background, strong intelligence, but free will, I Which one should I choose?" The old man spread his hands and said helplessly.

At this time, he, in the eyes of others, has a bit of down-to-earth air, and he is no longer as mysterious and unthinkable as before.

The three people in the field looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

Everyone outside the arena is anxious for Wen Rende.

The master has already talked about your faults, so why don't you just choose me at this time?

Only in this way can we show self-confidence and make up for the bad impression left on the master before.

People who are confident will not necessarily win, and those who are not confident will lose with a high probability.