If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 109
"But, I don't want to be a treasure."

The girl doll replied childishly.

As soon as he heard the treasure, he felt a great sense of terror.

It seems that as long as she becomes a treasure, then she is not her anymore.

"If you don't want to be a treasure, then die." Standing behind Lin Ke, Ning Caichen said leisurely, "If you don't want to die, then become a treasure."

The girl was taken aback for a moment, tears immediately appeared in her eyes, and she also took a few steps back.

"It's dead!"

Lin Ke pushed Ning Caichen away helplessly: "It's as if I'm a villain."

"Let's not talk about whether someone can become a tree of the holy way, even if it is, can't we support our family? Why do we have to make it a treasure?"

Lin Ke looked at the female doll: "What a cute female doll, I am reluctant to cut down trees!"

The doll girl heard an inexplicable gleam in her eyes, and then rushed over with her feet, hugging Lin Ke's calf: "I like you!"

"Good." Lin Ke smiled, and gently patted the girl's head.

His idea was simple.

It's like keeping a pet in a previous life.

The purpose of keeping pets is for companionship and sustenance, not for food.

Although the tree of the holy way may become the most precious treasure, even the treasure of heaven and earth, the treasure of the holy way.

However, no matter how sharp the knife is, it depends on who holds it.

The three-year-old child and Guan Yu are alive, and the level of dancing the sword is not the same.

If he has reached the corresponding level, but still relies on the treasure to form his combat power, that would be too inferior, wouldn't it?

"That's okay." Li Chungang said: "The tree of the holy way is quite miraculous when it grows up, and its uses are endless."

As he said that, Li Chungang couldn't help sighing: "You are only a mere one, and you already have so many cards, and you have great potential, really..."

Li Chungang couldn't find an adjective either, he just felt a little emotional.

Zhang Butcher next to him also smiled and said, "That's great! Brother Lin is our master, the more powerful the better! Haha!"

Speaking of master, Li Chungang couldn't help but glanced at Butcher Zhang.

That day, Butcher Zhang robbed Lin Ke of his position as the eldest disciple, which was really annoying.

"Okay, we won't say much, you should rest early."

Li Chungang waved his hand, and finally left with Butcher Zhang.

Lin Ke first asked about the situation of the girl to learn about it, and then continued chopping firewood and practicing dancing.

……

"Accept... the master?"

And earlier in the day, Qi Ye's slightly surprised voice came out from a certain courtyard.

And not far from him, was Lin Shangshu, Lin Xuanji, who was playing chess with an old man.

When Lin Ke started to "receive the master", Lin Xuanji's body stiffened involuntarily.

The old man opposite him was quite disdainful: "This son really insults the teacher!"

Qi Ye looked at the boy running over: "What do you mean?"

The boy immediately explained in his ear.

"It's really... really a child in the market, ignorant of etiquette, lawless." Qi Ye was also stunned by the news for a while: "This kind of behavior..."

Since ancient times, only masters accept apprentices, how can apprentices accept masters?
As soon as they were collected, there were only two or three hundred of them, each of which was an existence of at least five realms.

Of course, they also know the key information.

"Vision..." Lin Xuanji said these two words in silence, after thinking for a while, he stopped talking and continued to play chess.

Vision!

They knew that Lin Ke was able to "receive" his master because of the temptation to leave his name in history!
"Teacher, how are you preparing?" At this time, the old man who played chess with Lin Xuanji asked while playing chess.

Qi Ye waved the boy back, and then walked over to salute: "On the other hand, I have studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since I was a child, and I shouldn't lose to a lowly student. It's just that I am learning the way of manga recently."

"En." The old man nodded slightly: "Although Lin Ke is the descendant of Lin Shangshu, he grew up in a wooden fire room. He probably used a wooden stick to scribble on the sand and soil, and that's why he created such a painting."

"Although you are from Confucianism, you didn't despise this humble boy, that's very good."

The old man smiled and looked at Qi Ye, his apprentice, the more he watched, the more satisfied he became.

Qi Ye nodded slightly: "In terms of martial arts, I am proficient in knives, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks, and the way of archery is also easy."

Speaking of "wu", the old man was very relieved: "Although your martial arts is not talented, it is not comparable to that kid."

Indeed, Qi Ye has practiced martial arts under Qi Shangshu's teaching since he was a child, and he has already reached the third level of martial arts.

From their point of view, the matter of martial arts competition is probably a matter of one punch.

Regarding Wubi, Qi Ye didn't need to say much, so he continued: "Only in terms of literature, disciple..."

He hesitated for a moment with a rare expression.

When it comes to "text", the old man can't help but frown.

Without him, Lin Ke is too scary!

In their opinion, the previous two poems may have exhausted Lin Ke's talent.

The results of it?
As a result, he randomly sent someone from the Meng Xue Division to test it out, and it came out.

and also!

There are even visionary poems!

Although it's just Wan Li Yin, it's still a big deal.

No matter what level it is, vision poetry is vision poetry.

And because of this, Qi Ye, who has never looked down on cheap people, is also a little hesitant at this time.

The title of the essay is poetry.

Although he was sure of one or two vision poems, did Lin Ke really not?
You can use vision poems to deal with some little people, so what about dealing with him?
He suspects that Lin Ke definitely has other poems in his heart.

"It doesn't matter." But at this time, Lin Xuanji said: "Wen loses one game, and can win two out of three rounds."

Two wins out of three!

The old man nodded when he heard the words, but looked at Qi Ye with some worry.

really!

At this time, Qi Ye frowned slightly: "I will not lose to the cheap."

Lin Xuanji and the old man stopped talking, and Qi Ye also turned to leave.

When Qi Ye came outside, several people in Confucian robes, Taoist robes, and Buddhist robes surrounded him.

"Brother Qi, how are you doing?"

"That kid is so arrogant, do you need me to teach him a lesson?"

"Amitabha, I Buddha Wrathful Vajra can save that benefactor."

These people had different expressions, but they all expressed their disdain for what Lin Ke had done, as well as a feeling of righteous indignation.

And at this moment, a crisp voice sounded.

"Brother Qi! I'll help you kill him!"

A skinny little girl spoke.

Then everyone looked at the girl-like person and spoke one after another:

"Li Feiyu, your grandfather is on the side of that bastard Lin Ke."

"That's right, Li Feiyu! Although you are an assassin and have the inheritance of ancient Jingke, you can't break through your grandfather, right?"

"Your grandfather can suppress you with one word."

Confucianism and Taoism are strong, culture and energy protect the body, and martial arts cannot be broken easily.

If Li Feiyu wanted to kill Lin Ke, her father would probably be able to suppress her with a word, and imprison her in confinement by the way.

"Fei Yu, there's no need to do that." Qi Ye waved his hands when he heard the words, "I'm definitely better than him."

"Bitch ears."

(End of this chapter)