My Confucian Father

Chapter 68 The Confucian Sage's Chicken Pecking Rice
Zhuge Yanran's abrupt words scared Zhuge Bin so much that he overturned the car and fell to the ground.

"Yanran, no matter how you walk, you don't make any sound at all. It's easy to scare people to death."

Zhuge Bin got up from the ground, and said to Zhuge Yanran quite dissatisfied, automatically ignoring her words.

Then he picked up his bicycle and wanted to slip away quickly.

Don't stay here for long.

But how could Zhuge Yanran let him go so easily?He stepped forward and stopped him.

"You don't have to play dumb, you can't hide it from me."

Zhuge Yanran's clear eyes looked extraordinarily bright, looking straight at Zhuge Bin.

"Whether it is the idea of ​​the spirit stone weapon or the idea of ​​this bicycle, it was Su Mu who proposed it?"

"You are only with Tao An and Su Mu on weekdays. Since you met Su Mu, you started tinkering with bicycles shortly after, and then suddenly proposed the concept of Lingshi weapons."

"At the National Day banquet that day, I also saw you talking excitedly with him. When did your relationship become so good?"

Although Zhuge Yanran was indifferent, she was beautiful in her heart.

In fact, she had been skeptical early on, because in her opinion, it was impossible for her elder brother to have that kind of talent.

The matter of the Lingshi weapon can be barely explained as a flash of inspiration, but what about the bicycle matter now?

So the source of it lies in Su Mu!

"Shh-!!"

Zhuge Bin hurried forward to cover Zhuge Yanran's mouth, but the latter avoided her with disgust.

He withdrew his hand resentfully, and then said helplessly: "I said, why are you suddenly concerned about this? Don't you just want to research a powerful Momen weapon?"

"Now the road to Lingshi weapons has been opened, you can research whatever you want, and don't worry about other things."

Zhuge Bin was not afraid of Zhuge Yanran telling the truth. Although his younger sister had a cold personality, she never did such things. Generally speaking, their relationship was okay.

"You don't understand how important he is!"

Zhuge Yanran's pretty face was a bit solemn, it was no longer an iceberg face.

"Before the age of six, Confucian saints were mediocre, but after the age of six, they suddenly became enlightened. They mastered poetry, scriptures and scriptures, and wrote beautiful articles. Since then, they have made great progress all the way, and finally became Confucian saints."

"But throughout the ages, our human race has only produced one Confucian sage, and the Confucian sage is also known as a natural wonder that is born with knowledge."

"Didn't you hear the rumors about Su Mu? I haven't practiced in the mansion for 16 years, and then within a month after leaving the mansion, I aroused the vision of heaven and earth, and created an original cultivation system."

"Not only that, but he even knows about our Mohist school so well. The concept of Lingshi weapon that he casually proposed opened up a broad road for our Mohisthism."

"This shows that he is also a strange flower born with knowledge!"

Zhuge Yanran spoke with great certainty, she concluded that Su Mu was born with the same knowledge as Confucian saints.

Otherwise there is no way to explain what he has done up to now.

Zhuge Bin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then asked with a strange expression: "What's wrong with someone who is born knowing it? Why are you so excited?"

It is really rare to see such violent mood swings in my cold sister.

He couldn't help but have a strange idea in his mind.

"Could it be that Yan Ran fell in love with Brother Mu? But they seem to have only met twice, could it be love at first sight? Yan Ran doesn't seem like such a person."

Zhuge Bin's thoughts diverged, and he thought wildly, thinking that it would be great if Su Mu could marry his younger sister.

But he quickly put away these thoughts, waved his hands and said: "You are right, it is these things that Brother Mu taught me, but Brother Mu is relatively low-key and won't let me say it."

"I also want to pull him into our Momen, but do you think it is possible, unless you marry him, why don't you think about it?"

Zhuge Bin encouraged secretly from the side.

In fact, there were many family members who wanted to pursue Zhuge Yanran, but they were beaten one by one by him and Tao An.

Because he felt that those people were unworthy, but Su Mu's words must be enough, and even Zhuge's family was on top.

Zhuge Yanran selectively ignored the last paragraph, and continued: "I'm talking about a strange person like him who is born with knowledge, you should learn and communicate with him more, and don't waste time on eating, drinking and having fun all day long."

"If we get some other information and knowledge from him, it will benefit our Mohists endlessly!"

Zhuge Bin rolled his eyes, and said impatiently: "If you want to communicate with Brother Mu, ask me why? I'm just a bastard."

He doesn't have such lofty ideals as Zhuge Yanran.

His ideal is to eat, drink, have fun, study hobbies, and just live his life in style.

Humming a little tune, Zhuge Bin rode his bicycle leisurely away, and his figure disappeared into the garden.

And his last sentence made Zhuge Yanran's beautiful brows tightly frowned, and it could be seen from her eyes that she was really thinking about this matter.

Maybe some time, she has to go to Su Mu again, she has a lot of questions that she wants to ask clearly.

……

Su Mu has been practicing immersively in the mansion, and he finally realized how difficult it is to practice after foundation establishment.

Both the consumption of spiritual energy and the speed of spiritual energy absorption are getting higher and higher, increasing several times.

Although the Spirit Gathering Formation and the top-quality spirit stones in stock in the house can still be supplied now, it will be difficult to say after a long time.

The so-called poor living means that when a person is poor to a certain extent, he can do anything, such as Su Mu now.

He is now staring at the pile of things in Dad's study.

No one approached the study room since the Confucian saint left, but today it welcomed a new guest, or... a thief.

"A pair of calligraphy and paintings of Confucian saints, if they are released to sell, they are worth at least a thousand spirit stones, and there is still no market for the price!"

"As long as I steal all these calligraphy and paintings and sell them, I can gather a large amount of spirit stones in a short period of time, which is enough for me to use for a while!"

In the study, Su Mu looked at the calligraphy and paintings, landscape paintings, and all kinds of antiques on the bookshelves that hung all over the walls. He only felt that his eyes were shining, and his heart was beating wildly.

Because...these are all spirit stones!

Before that, he also overheard Zhao Ming saying that a piece of calligraphy and painting by a Confucian saint was auctioned for a high price of tens of thousands of top-grade spirit stones. He was completely dumbfounded when he heard it.

Dare to love the hands of Confucian saints as money printing machines?

That's why he set his sights on so many calligraphy and paintings in the Confucian sage's study. Anyway, these things are still here, so it's better to contribute some value.

"Get rich, get rich!"

Su Mu took out a sack from his clothes, and filled it with excitement one after another.

But after pretending for a while, he suddenly stopped because he felt something was wrong.

"Why am I being so sneaky?"

"This is my home!"

"And even if I take calligraphy and painting out in a fair manner, my mother will not say me, so what are you doing with so much?"

Su Mu felt that his behavior was quite stupid.

So he poured out all the calligraphy and paintings in the sack again, and he unfolded a scroll, and a picture of a chicken pecking rice came into his eyes immediately.

Su Mu looked at the picture scroll in his hand, fell into deep thought, and at the same time began to have some doubts about life.

Is this really a painting of a Confucian sage?

(End of this chapter)