Mystery Makes Me Strong

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

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

Meng Lin just went out for a while, then returned again and sat with them.

This gave everyone a little comfort.

How to say 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 lose the election. You can't lose and you will die.

No one spoke, but looked up at the stairs on the mountain, but couldn't see anything concrete.

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

"It's nothing to cause trouble. Didn't you see that Teacher Wu and Aunt Ouyang didn't move? Do you know why?" Wang Wenwen said contemptuously.

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

"Silly girl, this is because even if Teacher Wen Ren gets into trouble, he has the ability to make up for it. Even if Uncle Wen Ren fails the screening because of his actions, he can still give him many more chances. Even this chance is him. I brought it back. But when other people cause trouble, they don’t have such confidence. So you have to remember that those who have the ability to clean up their tails are qualified to start troubles, otherwise they will be irresponsible to anyone.” Wang Wenwen taught a lesson. .

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

She once again learned a valuable knowledge - it's easy to say, but so many people fall into 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's fat belly, expressing silent protest.

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

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and waved, and an illusion of a scene appeared in the pavilion.

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

They all focused their eyes on the illusion.

I saw that inside the illusion, there was also a pavilion, a handsome middle-aged man, sitting opposite an old man with a dull face.

Obviously, this is Wen Rende and Master Ding.

"You're here?" The old man closed his eyes tightly, and his body was filled with a deadly air.

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

"It doesn't matter if it's good, it doesn't matter if it's bad. Floating life is like a dream, and it is a white head in an instant. For joy, everything in the world is impermanent." The old man said lightly.

Wen Rende's face seemed a little confused, and it took a long time before he said: "It is a blessing to come from nothing, and go back to nothing. It has a beginning and an end, isn't it?"

"That being the case, if you say that you will die tomorrow after inheriting my alien 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 aliens who inherited me can live for 300 years, so you all came. Now I tell you, you can only live one day, but you can't accept it. What's the difference? According to what you said, doesn't it 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 different species, or does he 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 my uncle is not good for the interview?"

"How do I know what to do? I'm the most annoying of this kind of old man who is young and pretentious." Wang Wenwen spread his hands and looked helpless.

Zhao Han agrees very much, but now it's useless to ask others for help.

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

"Okay, then I'll ask you one more question. You accepted my alien species and plan to add some changes 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 with a bottom line, make the people around me happy, and do some good things within my power."

The old man looked at Wen Rende seriously, and two vortices seemed to flash through his turbid eyes.

At the center of the whirlpool is Wen Rende's figure.

When everyone saw this, they immediately understood that this was Master Ding's prediction of the future that Wen Rende said. Is it true?

It sounds good on the lips, and the heart is full of business, there are too many people like this.

Wen Rende sat across from him with a natural face, as if he was not worried.

Before long, the old man closed his eyes again and was about to speak.

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

"Master, please give us a chance too."

"Yeah, we have 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 indeed impermanent. In fact, in my prediction, only one of you can walk in front of me, and now there are two more people."

"So now the smart prophets won't make any more judgments, everyone is talking about the probability." Wen Rende said very open-mindedly.

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

Wen Rende shook his head and said, "The alien species are yours. You can give them to whoever you want. Even if I take them to heart, it won't help."

"You are an open-minded person. If you give it to you, you should not have a big basket. But I am a little unwilling, because I want a more powerful and powerful heir."

"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 his back on his previous decadent state and became excited.

The crowd watching the illusion was not surprised, in fact, is this right?

If you want to become a master of alien species, you need a strong will to win or lose, enterprising spirit, and you need to learn and practice more, not some mysterious realm of life.

Xenomorphs never like that kind of buddhist creatures... no one has heard of lazy seeds.

Even the degenerate-sounding alien species, the Seed of Sorrow, can give people a very powerful motivation, such as resurrecting their lover...

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

Wen Rende turned 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, he is not so violent and self-motivated, and prefers to become famous, and then live an idle life of his wife and children, playing basketball with his son.

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

He may be a lot better than the other two, but he can't beat the two of them in terms of enterprising spirit.

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

Although panting, they still forcibly restrained 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 face: "You all worked hard and worked hard, I know it all."

Han Yiyang's face changed slightly, and then quickly returned to calm.

All people died of their own legitimate defense, and if they hadn't taken the initiative, they wouldn't have died.

Even if some people say that they trapped the other party, there is no evidence.

After all, since he wanted to be the heir to the Master of Prophecy, of course he knew that prophecy could accurately go back to the past, so when he communicated with Cui Qian about those conspiracies, he relied on understanding, and relied on overtones, rather than giving others a handle.

"Thank you, Master for your understanding~www.novelmt.com~ Cui Qian hurriedly said, and then secretly glanced at Wen Rende.

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

"Alas, this makes me embarrassed. Two candidates with strong drive, good intelligence, determination and ruthlessness, who know how to walk on the edge of the bottom line, and a candidate with a deep background, strong intelligence, but freewheeling, I Which one should I choose?" The old man said helplessly with his hands spread out.

At this time, he seemed to be somewhat down-to-earth, no longer pretending to be mysterious and unpredictable like before.

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

Everyone outside the venue was anxious to hear people's virtue.

The masters have all said your faults, and at this time, you have to do your part, and directly say that you choose me?

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

People with confidence will not necessarily win, people without confidence will most likely lose.