Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

But what is gratifying is that although she doesn't know how to express it, and even the baby doesn't notice it, she is now truly staggering on the road to "humanity".

The previous baby would not ask this kind of question, and if she could ask it, it meant that she already had concerns in her heart.

She doesn't want Yiren to disappear...is it because she already has a sense of belonging to this group?

"Baby, do you think I should give them up?"

Gua Po Niang shook her head foolishly, her flabbergasted fair little face was full of confusion: "I don't know."

"it does not matter."

There was a soft smile on the corner of Meng Lang's mouth, and he encouraged him gently, "You don't need to give an exact answer, just guess based on your feeling."

"Hmm~ I'm going to beat you, you can't."

"why?"

"Because you look like Meng Lang, I know Meng Lang can't."

"...Well, congratulations, you guessed it right~"

The baby's intuition was as sharp and reliable as ever. Meng Lang really didn't really think about destroying those aristocratic families in the market.

After all, Meng Lang had never been a person with extreme thoughts, and he would not be so self-righteous that he felt that his views were absolutely correct.

The only unchanging truth in the world is - "everything we come into contact with is changing".

Everyone's cognition of the world is impossible to be perfect, even a wise man may make mistakes, and the inheritance of culture, orthodoxy, and even religion must not be divided by simple thinking of "useful" or "useless".

Perhaps in the eyes of some "practical" people, painting can be given up after having photos; Xiaoshuo can be given up after having videos; calligraphy can be given up after having a keyboard; manual work can be given up after an assembly line ...But, is this really the case?

To be honest, he, Meng, is a member of the so-called "do-it-yourself faction" above...he has been so far.

In his more than [-] years of continuous study but still shallow and ridiculous vision, the existence of many things is unnecessary-religious rumors confuse the public; tobacco harms the body and harms people;

If you have time to fiddle with the above things, why not use it to learn more and spend more time with your family?

Should a person's time be used to recharge and make the life of himself and his family better, or should it be used to watch dramas and eat melons on entertainment headlines?

What happened in this era when the graves of generals were neglected and the family affairs of actors were known to the world?

... The above questions were beyond the comprehension of Meng Lang.

But the wonder of Chinese civilization lies in this. Gentlemen are harmonious but different, and villains are the same but not harmonious. Meng has always claimed to be a modest gentleman, so his views on everything are far from being stubborn.

On the contrary, it is precisely because he is deeply aware of his lack of knowledge and insight that he is more willing to respect the teachings left by his ancestors...

"Baby, do you know why I advocate keeping the alien?"

"I don't know, why do you want to scatter?"

"Because I'm timid."

"Courage... small?" Gua Po Niang tilted her head in confusion, knowing that Zhuge Dali scolded this dead ghost every day for his audacity, which was not at all reassuring.

"Well, it's timid."

Meng Lang nodded indifferently: "Human beings not only need science and technology, but also culture, art, and music—this is what my most respected Mr. Qian once said, and I believe him.

Now I don't know how much religious dross in my eyes has played a role in the inheritance of Chinese civilization, and I don't dare to speculate how much damage they will cause to the country and the nation.

So I am not going to exterminate the aliens rashly. The best way is to guide them in the direction of benefiting the country and the people... After all, waste can be recycled these days, let alone aliens?Say yes~"

After hearing Meng Lang's explanation, Feng Baobao touched his chin half-understood, and his eyes suddenly became serious.

…(??v?v??)…

"rash."

Frightened by Gua Po Niang's serious expression, Meng was slightly taken aback: "What's the matter baby?"

"I have two pots."

"Well, you say!"

"The first pot, we have a lot of time. Even if you don't understand it now, you can learn it slowly. I can accompany you and teach you some spicy and big monks to learn it well!"

"Baby, I'm very pleased for you to have such an awareness! Then... what about the second thing?"

"The coffee you make is really delicious. Guameier is not here, why don't you give me her cup?"

Meng Lang couldn't help laughing: "...I really admire you, little greedy cat!"

"Hey hey hey..."

"Wait, I'll do it for you~"

……

524章 抵达武侯村欲引浩气荡邪魔

A few hours later, Zhuge Wuhou Bagua Village in Lanxi.

"Look, Ronger! The Bagua Village is located in the mountains. It was built by the No. 20 seventh grandson of the ancestor Kong Ming and the clan in the middle and late Yuan Dynasty.

The Bagua Village got its name because the topography and the building structure of the village coincide with the two yin and yang Bagua diagrams inside and outside——

The main body of the village is surrounded by eight hills, and the distribution of these eight hills is very similar to the Eight Diagrams, which are external Eight Diagrams;

The buildings and streets in the village echo from all directions, and there is even a "bell pool" in the center, which radiates the Tai Chi Yin Yang fish picture to the outside through the eight alleys, which is for the inner gossip..."

After getting off the car, Zhuge Qing acted like a professional tour guide and led the iPartment sightseeing group to wander around the Bagua Village, pretending to just go home to relax during the holiday.

However, in the dark, Zhuge Gong had already received a tip-off from his precious son, and the entire Marquis Wu faction was tight outside and tight inside, and was already in a state of constant preparation for battle.

Pretending to walk around the village, Zhuge Qing finally took his colleagues back to the patriarch's house in the middle of the village when seeing that the sky was getting dark.

As soon as he entered the door, the little fox Zhuge hurried to the old fox Zhuge who was sitting on the main seat and "closed his eyes to rest his mind".

"Father, did you find out?"

Zhuge Cheng shook his head slowly: "Nothing was found, the other party probably didn't send anyone to sneak into the village."

"Is no one sneaking in..." Hearing the news, Zhuge Qing's expression became even more worried.

"It's really troublesome!"

Then Zhang Chulan, who entered the door, picked up her mobile phone and swipe to look at it, and said solemnly: "Master Dali and Sister Erzhuang sent a message that the cameras around Wuhou Village have not found any traces of suspicious persons passing by within three days. If our The information given by the spy is not wrong, so it means..."