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

Chapter 126 Obedient Disciple, Come as a Teacher(s)!
"call--"

got windy.

Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles!

As soon as the voices of these two poems fell, everyone felt the boundless literary spirit sweeping down from the dark.

The mighty cultural energy turned into a vision of sea water, and the entire imperial capital was covered.

The literary spirit of Bailixiang condensed by Qi Ye just now turned into a part of the massive literary spirit.

And in the sea water, a huge figure suddenly rushed out.

"Zhi!!!!"

Accompanied by a cry, the giant jumped out of the water, and its figure changed into that of a bird.

Kunpeng!

Roc bird!
Zhuang Zhou said: "There is a fish in the dark north, and its name is Kun."Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng.Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is; it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.

At this time, the wings of the roc covered the entire imperial capital with a radius of [-] li.

"Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles."

"If the wind breaks down, it will still be able to shake but the water will be swept away."

"When the world sees my constant tune, they all sneer when they hear Yu's words."

"Xuanfu can still be afraid of future generations, but his husband can't be young."

A complete poem resounds through the heavens and the earth.

Even in the midst of that massive cultural atmosphere, the light curtains over the imperial capital were a little unstable.

"Certainly."

In the end, it was the short and fat Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry who spoke to stabilize the light curtains.

At this time, countless people were too shocked to speak.

This... what level is this?
A poem of astonishment? !

and also.

It's just a prologue, so the two match up?

Qi Ye came to a poem with a hundred miles of sound, and you, Lin Ke, were shocked? !

How many years has it been since the poem of shocking heaven and earth appeared?

From birth to now, some people have never even heard of reciting poems and having visions, let alone ones that are astonishing.

However, in these three months, they repeatedly suffered from the emotional whipping of "shock".

Today, this feeling of surprise has reached its peak.

Even the opening remarks are already at this level, so how is it really compared?
At the same time, countless people also moved.

"Okay, well said! Compare yourself to the roc bird mentioned by Zhuang Zhou Daxian, the roc will one day fly with the wind, and rely on the wind to go straight to the sky."

At this time, Fang Yun, the dean of Zhulu Academy, spoke out happily, and his voice resounded throughout the capital.

"If the wind stops, the roc will fly down and lift up the water in the rivers and seas. People in the world always sing high-pitched words when they see 'I', and sneer when they hear 'I''s rhetoric. Confucius also said that 'you can be afraid of future generations,' How can you know that it’s not like now’, how dare you all despise young people.”

The dean named Fang Yun first explained Lin Ke's poem, and then continued: "Such a poem of enlightenment reminds me of the past when I was studying hard... Lin Ke's beloved disciple, I wonder if this poem can be given to me ?”

At the same time, a clear voice also diffused between heaven and earth:

"can."

"The title of this poem is "Gift to My Teacher Fangyun"."

Lin Ke's voice was very calm, without any fluctuation.

But because of this, powerful voices resounded between heaven and earth.

"Bitch! This old cunning Fang Yun, damn it, I want to compete with him too!"

"My dear! Remember to give me a kick as well, and tell him to come down three ways! Bah, I'll do it myself!"

"I'm also begging for my mother's sake, I'll fuck you! Damn it, I'll summon [-] disciples from my school to attack Zhulu Academy!"

"Ahhh! Too cunning! Fang Yun is too cunning! I really can't wait to replace it!"

Voices screamed and roared there, and the sky above the capital was in chaos for a while.

If you know it, you will say that this is a group of great Confucianists who are grieving and hating each other.

Those who don't know, probably thought it was a group of demons dancing wildly.

why?
Because this poem is called "Give My Teacher Fang Yun"!
What the hell, isn't Fang Yun just immortalized through the ages?

This is simply outrageous!

And amidst this chaos, a figure appeared on several screens.

A completely different voice from Qi Ye.

An ordinary young man, wearing ordinary cloth clothes, a pair of straw sandals under his feet, and holding an ordinary bamboo stick.

However, this young man's eyes were as bright as stars.

There is no one around him, only neighbors with their doors open.

"Haha! Brother Lin, you can do it!" Butcher Zhang laughed, half of his stomach jumped out of his white coat, his chest and abdomen were very hairy: "I support you!"

"Teacher, I applaud you!" Wu Daozi, like a little beggar, cheered for Lin Ke with his drawing board in his arms, his little face blushing.

"Brother Lin, I believe you." At this moment, Chen An unexpectedly helped the pale-faced Chen Pingping out, with the old man beside him.

"Young Master Lin, come on!"

"Hee hee hee, beat that man!"

"That's right, sisters are cheering for you!"

The matchmaker led a group of Yingying and Yanyan women to stand in front of the door of Tingqugoulan, and Bingbing was among them.

On the opposite side, shopkeeper Tong and Bai Zhantang were drinking milk tea and cheering Lin Ke on.

"Lin Ke, blow up that kid!"

"Lin Ke, remember to share the rewards with the shop!"

Shopkeeper Tong laughed, while Bai Zhantang sat on the bench and applauded loudly.

Lin Ke's voice also echoed on the screen.

"Haha, Brother Zhang, just watch it!"

"Wu Daozi, look at the Daoist painting!"

"My god, Chen An, quickly help your father in!"

"Thank you matchmaker and sisters, Xiao Lin will definitely work hard!"

"Shopkeeper, are you going too far? Don't give it, don't give it."

"Hey, Zhan Tang, I'll treat you to a drink another day after winning!"

Lin Ke clasped his fists at his neighbors one by one, speaking ordinary words with a smile on his face.

Kind, kind, easy-going, approachable.

"This……"

At this time, the crowd who were watching melon eating were shocked when they saw this scene.

What the hell!
This is a competition that attracts the attention of the whole city!

Big Brother, even if you don’t know many people, you should at least put some makeup on, or should you say decorate?
Why is Qi Ye behind all the arrogant, geniuses, Taoists, eminent monks, Confucian scholars, soldiers and the like.

Why is everyone around you like crooked melons and split dates?Butcher, matchmaker, little beggar, restaurant manager, buddy...

How does this compare?

But at this time, some people also spoke.

"Haha, I think Mr. Lin Ke like this is more my favorite." A blind man who set up a fortune-telling stall at Caishikou laughed loudly, stroking his beard.

"Yes, I like this kid a little bit." At the entrance of a certain ruined temple, an old monk was leading the young monk to drink porridge with wild vegetables, and at this time he also cracked a big smile: "I think this kid is more like a Buddha's son." ,Ha ha!"

On the side of the road, a strong man with one arm opened his eyes: "The way of military and martial arts is to protect the people and protect the people... Interesting."

At the same time, countless people in the streets and alleys also spoke separately.

Ordinary people or not, feel that...

Mr. Lin Ke like this is more cordial than the rumors, and more real than the colorful Qiye team over there.

"I like it! Hehe, I'm just an aunt who sells vegetables, but we also like Mr. Lin Ke!"

"Yes, yes, it would be great if my daughter had such a good boy!"

"My family is too! I don't want her to marry a rich man, but I want her to marry in a safe, smooth and happy life."

"Who isn't!"

In the streets and alleys, almost everyone is watching the big screen, just like watching TV.

And just as everyone was discussing, some voices suddenly sounded:
"What's going on? It's just unreasonable. How could my disciple not meet me? I'm here as a teacher!"

"Boy Qi simply doesn't take me seriously! I can't take it anymore! Disciple, I will help you as a teacher!"

"My dear disciple, come here as a teacher!"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, I will help you for my teacher!"

"Come here as a teacher! Hahaha!"

"I am coming!"

"I'm here too, Wen Qi, get restless!"

"As a master, I shall suppress and kill all enemies for my disciples!"

"Thousands of immortal energy, for me... for my apprentice!"

"As a teacher to help you!"

A soft shout resounded in the imperial capital, as if there were more than 200 trumpets in the sky and the earth.

Lin Ke was stunned.

(End of this chapter)