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

Chapter 129 Qualifications for the No. [-] Scholar

"Can you shut up?"

The young monk looked helplessly at the Taoist next to him: "If you continue talking, we will really... Amitabha, sin and sin."

you do not say!

When Kuramoji appeared just now, the first sentence of the Taoist priest was "Fortunately, it is not our Taoist who appeared."

As a result, the next moment, people like Ge Hong appeared.

After Ge Hong left, the Taoist said again, "Fortunately, there are no people there."

Ge Hong is here again.

Now you want to say it again?
Going on like this, I am afraid that the Holy Emperor will want the Taoist priest to "speak" and stand on Lin Ke's side.

"Could it be that I have already cultivated the method of speaking?" The young Taoist touched his mouth, a little unbelievable.

So Qi Ye couldn't help but glanced at him: "Zhang Wuji, don't say a few words."

The Taoist known as Zhang Wuji immediately nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll shut up."

But Li Feiyu leaned closer to Qi Ye and said softly: "Brother Qi, as the saying goes, you don't lose if you lose. Now that we've lost the battle, should we go up and teach him a lesson?"

Although this move was very stupid, it was the best way Li Feiyu could think of.

Qi Ye slowly shook his head, met Lin Ke's eyes, and said in his mouth: "You cheap ear, you should beat him upright."

Li Feiyu heard Xia Fei's cheeks, moved by Qi Ye's courage, nodded slightly: "Listen to you, Brother Qi."

And as the positions on both sides approached, an invisible atmosphere began to linger.

The breath of war is imminent!

This kind of breath made many onlookers fall into silence. They all forgot to chat and eat melon seeds, but began to look nervously at the big screen.

In the end, Lin Ke came to the side of the newly built square, and Qi Ye also came here.

Behind Lin Ke, Zhang Butcher in an ordinary white coat, Wu Daozi in ordinary clothes, a dryad who is both handsome and a lolita, tall and straight Chen An, shopkeeper Tong with a big belly, Bai Zhantang with a mean smile, and the heavily made-up Matchmakers, Yingying Yanyan's prostitutes...

Behind Qi Ye, surrounded by genuine Taoist priests, monks radiating Buddha's light, Li Feiyu with a cold and murderous face, Confucian scholars in Confucian robes, feather fans and towels, and strong soldiers...

One side is full of jewels, and the other is crooked melons and dates.

At least that's how it looks.

At the same time, the audience is already in place.

As if to imitate the basketball arena created by Lin Ke, the bench here also reveals a certain height.

And the center of the rows of benches is the small arena.

The two walked towards the ring as if they had made an appointment long ago.

Qi Shangshu was still suppressing the rebellion outside, so he could not participate in this competition.

But Qi Shangshu is not there, Lin Shangshu naturally will not lower his status to preside over the competition.

Of course, they are all watching the game in their own way.

In the front row of the auditorium, there are two men.

A dark-skinned man in a heavy suit, with his eyes closed, his hands crossed over his chest, was sitting upright in his seat.

The other is wearing a Confucian robe, with a slightly drunk face, holding a wine glass in his hand, from which there will be a steady stream of wine.

Seeing Lin Ke and Qi Ye coming, the dark-skinned man suddenly opened his eyes.

A burst of evil spirit rushed out of the sky.

A lot of things such as literary energy and immortal energy were immediately excluded.

"What an astonishing evil spirit!"

"How many creatures have been slaughtered?!"

"Martial King! This is a Fifth Realm Martial King! And it's still in the middle of the Fifth Realm!"

"Although it's the middle stage, I can feel that it's comparable to the Great Confucianism and Incarnation stage at the same level!"

"This is the commander of the Giant Sword Army——Li Pozhu!"

"The Giant Sword Army led by Shangshu Qi!"

A lot of thoughts of strong men who were not in the fifth realm were rejected, and the remaining strong men were also very surprised.

Giant Sword Army!
In the early days, it was one of the armies under the command of the Holy Emperor who fought against heaven and earth!
"Lin Ke." The man named Li Pozhu walked in front of Lin Ke and stood still.

"I've seen this general." Lin Ke cupped his hands.

"Lin Ke, Qi Shangshu told you not to lose." After speaking, before Lin Ke could answer, Li Pozhu walked back to his seat, sat down and closed his eyes again.

After he closed his eyes, the terrifying aura dissipated.

"Haha! Li Pozhu, you will scare the children like this!" And beside Li Pozhu, the slightly drunk Confucian scholar laughed loudly and waved to Qi Ye: "You too Don't lose, Mr. Qi!"

Then he looked at Lin Ke again and blinked his eyes: "Mr. Lin, after all, he is your father, and you don't want Lin Shangshu to lose to Qi Shangshu in the bet, do you?"

What a sinister intention!

This man's words directly put Lin Ke on the opposite side of filial piety.

If Lin Ke wins, doesn't he just want his father to lose?
How can there be such a son in the world? !
Unexpectedly, Lin Ke said flatly at this time: "I hope Lin Shangshu can lose."

Shocking!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Ke actually said something that violated filial piety!

"I'm not a fool." Lin Ke shook his head, and didn't argue with that person: "I don't want Lin Shangshu to lose, and Qi Ye doesn't want Qi Shangshu to lose, so what's the point?"

As he said that, Lin Ke looked at the slightly drunk Confucian scholar: "Do you think everyone is like you who play tricks? The sage said: It's rare to be benevolent. If you suppress me with filial piety like this, even if you win, you will win." Aren't you afraid that people in the world will laugh at you?"

"Shameful?" The Confucian scholar squinted his eyes and sat up straight: "You dare to laugh at me?"

"Why don't you dare?" Lin Ke said indifferently: "If it is not protected by the law, I can kill you in an instant."

With that said, Lin Ke looked back.

Behind him, there are more than 200 spells and visions cast on him by the teacher.

With more than 200 teachers, it is not difficult to deal with the existence in front of him, which is at most the third-level Confucian scholar.

Not to mention that Lin Ke himself is also capable, and there are still many visions in the holy staff that have not been used up.

You can even get some vision poems to deal with it.

Therefore, Lin Ke is now a super first-level monk who can leapfrog to challenge the existence of the second level!
Of course, that's not the way to count.

Just as Lin Ke thought before.

I have so many teachers, why should I do it myself?

"Kill me in an instant?" the Confucian scholar grinned, but said nothing.

And at this moment, a figure descended from the sky.

"According to the emperor's decree, the servants will preside over this competition. Do you have any objections?"

This person is wearing a black suit, with gray temples and a round face, but he has a sense of aging.

Eunuch!

This is the man in the palace!
"No objection."

"No objection."

Lin Ke and Qi Ye spoke separately.

Lin Ke's voice was fine, but flat.

But Qi Ye's voice had a hint of disgust, aimed at the eunuch.

And the Tai Tai listened to the words of the two, and then nodded: "The servant will talk about the rules of this competition."

"This time, Your Majesty sees that two young talents can compete in the three competitions of civil and martial arts, and they are evenly matched. It is really rare."

"That's why we made this grand meeting public, and selected fifty fifth-level monks to judge the good and the bad."

"In the end, the winner will have the qualifications for next year's first prize!"

(End of this chapter)