At this time, at the foot of Hanshan Mountain, there was a pavilion.
Wen Rende's family members, except Wen Rensheng, were all sitting on benches, anxiously waiting for the news.
Meng Lin just went out for a while, then returned again and sat with them.
This comforted everyone a little.
After all, this is also the land of China, where the light is. There can be no infinite flow. It is just a screening test. If you fail, you will be defeated. You can't lose or die.
No one spoke, but they stretched their heads towards the stairs on the mountain, but could not see anything specific.
"The teacher has already gone up, should we go up secretly?" Zhao Han whispered to Wang Wenwen.
"Don't cause trouble. Didn't you see that Teacher Wu and Aunt Ouyang didn't move? Do you know why?" Wang Wenwen said with disdain.
Zhao Han said confidently: "I don't know."
"Silly girl, this is because even if Teacher Wenren causes trouble, he has the ability to make up for it. Even if Uncle Wenren fails the screening because of his actions, he can still give him many more opportunities. It is even said that this opportunity is his.
Brought back. But when others cause trouble, they don’t have such confidence. So you have to remember that only those who have the ability to clean up the trouble are qualified to start trouble, otherwise they are irresponsible to anyone." Wang Wenwen taught a lesson.
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"Don't do things you can't bear the consequences of... I see, why are you so smart, Wenwen? Aren't we the same age and have similar food?" Zhao Han said with envy and surprise.
She once again learned a valuable piece of knowledge - it sounds simple, but many people have fallen for this sentence.
"Of course it's because everything I eat develops in the brain, and everything you eat develops in the muscles." Wang Wenwen said proudly.
Zhao Han quietly patted the other party's fat belly in silent protest.
When the two girls were fighting, Meng Lin suddenly said: "Mr. Wenren has already met the master."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and an illusion of a scene appeared in the pavilion.
Everyone was not surprised by his skills. After all, he was the disciple of the master. How could he not have both skills?
They all focused their attention on the illusion.
In the illusion, he saw the same pavilion, with a handsome middle-aged man 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 and felt a sense of death all over his body.
"Master, how are you?" Wen Rende asked with concern.
"It doesn't matter what's good or what's bad. Life is like a dream, and in a blink of an eye, the head turns white. No matter how much happiness you have, everything in the world is impermanent." The old man said calmly.
Wen Rende seemed a little confused on his face, and after a long while he said: "It comes from nothing and goes to nothing. It has a beginning and an end. Isn't it a blessing?"
"In that case, if you are told that you will die tomorrow after inheriting my mutant species, will you agree?" the old man said suddenly.
Wen Rende shook his head.
The old man finally opened his eyes and asked: "It's strange. The mutant that inherited me can live for 300 years, so you all came. Now I tell you that you can only live for one day, but you can't accept it. There is a difference between long and short.
What's the difference? According to what you said, don't they all have a beginning and an end?"
Seeing this scene, everyone was speechless.
What's happening here?
Does the old man want people to inherit the alien species, or does he not want people to inherit it?
Meng Lin had a strange smile on his face.
Zhao Han lowered his head and said to Wang Wenwen: "What should I do? It seems that my uncle is not going well in the interview?"
"How do I know what to do? This kind of young and pretentious old man bothers me the most." Wang Wenwen spread his hands with a look of helplessness.
Zhao Han agreed very much, but now there is no point in asking for help from others, he still has to listen to others' mercy honestly.
Wen Rende was silent for a while, and then said: "Life is a process. If time is long, there will naturally be opportunities to create many beautiful changes. If time is short, the possibility of infinite changes will be lost. People who want to live well always hope that they can make as many beautiful changes as possible.
Live longer.”
"Okay, let me ask you another question. After you accepted my alien species, 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 anything too high, but I will do things with a bottom line, make people around me happy, and do good things within my ability."
The old man looked at Wen Rende seriously, and two whirlpools seemed to flash across his cloudy eyes.
In the center of the whirlpool is the figure of Wen Rende.
When everyone saw this, they immediately understood that Master Ding was predicting the future that Wen Rende said and whether it was true.
There are too many people who talk nice but only care about business in their hearts.
Wen Rende sat opposite him with a natural look on his face, seemingly unworried.
After a while, the old man closed his eyes again and started to speak.
At this moment, two voices, a man and a woman, came from afar.
"Master, please give us a chance."
"Yes, we worked so hard to get here, please give us a chance to compete fairly."
The old man looked at the stairs down the mountain and sighed slightly.
"Life is indeed unpredictable. In fact, in my prediction, you were the only one who could walk in front of me, and now two more people have appeared."
"So now smart prophets will no longer make judgments, everyone is talking about probabilities." Wen Rende is very open-minded.
"You don't seem to care about them?" the old man asked.
Wen Rende shook his head and said: "The alien species is yours, and you can give it to whomever you want. Even if I take them into consideration, it won't help."
"You are an open-minded person. If I leave it to you, there should be no big trouble. But I am a little reluctant because I want a more powerful and powerful successor."
"I want to know whether my alien species can break through the peak of prophecy, whether it can become a master, and whether it can completely crush other people." The old man suddenly turned away from his previous decadent attitude and became excited.
The people watching the illusion were not surprised. In fact, this was right.
If you want to become a master of alien species, you need a strong sense of victory and ambition, and you need to learn more and practice more, rather than some mysterious realm of life.
Alien species have never liked those kind of Buddhist creatures... No one has ever heard of a lazy species.
Even a decadent-sounding alien species like the Sorrow Seed can give people a very powerful motivation to make progress, such as resurrecting their lover...
Not to mention anger, hatred, greed... this sounds like a competitive type.
Wen Rende turned around to look at the man and woman who were already running towards him.
These two people are obviously very aggressive, no, it should be said that they are overly aggressive.
Compared with them, I am not so ambitious and prefer to achieve success and live a leisurely life with my wife and children, and playing basketball with my son.
At this point, he couldn't hide it from the old man.
He may be much better than the other two, but he cannot beat them in terms of aggressiveness.
At this time, Han Yiyang and Cui Qian finally rushed to the old man's side.
Although they were out of breath, they still restrained themselves and tried 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 look on his face: "You are working very hard and it is very hard, I know that."
Han Yiyang's expression changed slightly, and then quickly regained his composure.
All people died in their own legitimate defense. If they had not taken the initiative, they would not have died.
Even if some people say that they trap and kill each other, there is no evidence.
After all, since he wants to be the heir to the master of prophecy, he certainly knows that prophecy can accurately trace back to the past, so when he communicates with Cui Qian about the conspiracies, he relies on understanding from the heart, relying on the implication, rather than teaching others what to do.
"Thank you, Master, for your understanding." Cui Qian said quickly, then secretly glanced at Wen Rende.
This man is really handsome. Although he is a bit older, he happens to be an uncle-type figure, not an uncle.
"Oh, this is really embarrassing for me. Two candidates who are aggressive, intelligent, determined, and know how to walk on the edge of the bottom line, and a candidate who has a profound background, strong intelligence, but also does whatever he wants. I
Which one should I choose?" The old man spread his hands and said helplessly.
At this time, he seems to be somewhat down-to-earth, no longer as mysterious and unpredictable as before.
The three people in the field looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.
Everyone outside the court was anxious to learn about the virtues of others.
Everyone has told you about your faults, why don't you just go ahead and say that you choose me?
Only in this way can we show confidence and make up for the bad impression left on the master before.
People who are confident will not necessarily win, and people who are not confident will most likely lose.
