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

Chapter 131 Don't Read It
What is Lin Ke's hook?

It is a great civilization from a previous life!
Where does his arrogance come from?
The endless sages are standing behind!
Lin Ke has reason to believe that those sages in the previous life would not lose to the people of this world.

Not to mention a bum like Qi Ye.

So, he looks very relaxed and freehand.

Shopkeeper Tong spread an ordinary piece of yellow paper on the slaughtering table in front of Lin Ke: "Lin Ke, this paper is sponsored by our restaurant, you must win!"

sponsor?

Lin Ke was helpless.

That piece of paper, it looked like it was torn from a blank page of that kind of ledger, the tear was the same as when Bai Zhantang usually tore it to go to the toilet.

However, it's not bad.

To be honest, it is precisely because Butcher Zhang and the others trust his poetic talent that they casually muddle through things like this.

"Lin Ke, shopkeeper Tong and I overwhelmed you to win, you must not lose!" Bai Zhantang begged in a low voice beside Lin Ke's ear: "That's all my net worth... If I win, I'll buy you a drink!"

What the hell!

Forget this one!

If I had known earlier, he would have made a move too!

Forget it, it doesn't matter much.

Just thinking about it, Qi Ye has already written the first line of poetry.

As soon as he finished writing the first line of poetry, lines of style emerged out of thin air and gathered on the font and paper under his brush.

At the same time, with the blessing of a large number of his items, the style has almost doubled.

Huge amount of style!
"The first line of the poem has the literary spirit of a hundred miles of sound!"

"Yes! A lot of style!"

"After the whole poem is written, at least thousands of miles of singing!"

"It's so scary! There haven't been any good poems for so many years, and every time there are good poems, do they appear one after another?"

Seeing Qi Ye on the screen with an indifferent expression, slowly writing his own poems, he became a lot of fans for a while.

When Lin Ke was ready to write, Qi Ye had already changed.

Qi Ye wrote a sentence, thought of a sentence, and then completed his poem.

"Wow!!!"

Within ten thousand miles, the culture fluctuates.

A large amount of literary energy gathered and poured into the paper in front of Qi Ye.

Poetry is completed, thousands of miles sing!

"Whoosh-"

There is a lot of wind, and the style is popular!
"It really is Wan Li Yin!"

"As expected of Qi Ye."

"Without Lin Ke, perhaps Qi Ye would have become the most proud new star of Confucian poetry in the past hundred years?"

Many people were surprised.

However, there is a limit to this feeling of surprise.

after all……

Lin Ke has shocked everyone enough in the past few months.

"Brother Lin, don't be afraid! Just don't scare him to death!"

"That's right, Lin Ke, just take your one-to-one chance!"

"Remember to submit the bonus to the restaurant!"

Everyone was talking to Lin Ke, and their tone revealed their trust in Lin Ke.

Winning trust!
Lin Ke was a little helpless when he saw this, but he still picked up the pen that had been soaked in Tong's saliva countless times, and dipped it in ink.

Zhi, what is Zhi?
Will, heart, ambition, determination, etc., are the direction of the heart!

What is his ambition in this life?

This may be too ambitious.

How about four sentences?

Out of season, and not in verse.

All he wants is to climb the peak.

Endlessly, tirelessly, desperately, hard, firmly... up!
Lin Ke picks up a pen and writes poems on paper:

"How is Zongfu Dai? Qi Luqing is not finished yet."

boom! ! !
In an instant, a mighty literary spirit erupted.

Boundless literary energy fell from the sky and poured into Lin Ke's paper.

The wind was strong, and the sky was full of black clouds.

"Whoohoo-"

The invisible wind of literary spirit, centered on Lin Ke, blows within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

Infinite literary energy poured into the paper under his brush.

The wind blew sand and rocks around, only Lin Ke and the paper in front of him remained motionless.

"Crack."

In just an instant, the ordinary paper under his brush became tens of thousands of taels heavier, and there was a sound of cracking when it was pressed against the table.

A thousand words!
A line of poetry actually shows the image of a word worth a thousand dollars!
No one could see what poems Lin Ke wrote, but they could feel the surge of energy.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Ke wrote the poem in a few breaths.

In an instant, a vision bigger than that of Qi Ye appeared.

Just now, there was a surge of cultural energy within ten thousand miles.

But now, under the surge of literary energy, waves of wind and clouds roared.

Poetry becomes, wind and cloud move!

The sage appears, a hundred families sing, the heaven and the earth startle, spread to the world, the wind and cloud move, ghosts and gods weep, thousands of miles chant, and hundreds of miles resound.

The phenomenon of Fengyundong level is obviously higher than Wanliyin's level.

Victory is decided!

"My God! For Mr. Lin Ke, writing poetry seems really, really easy!"

"I don't know what he went through in those years. I think of his book "Preface to the Department of Enlightenment of the Gift-giving Department"."

"But this kind of experience is also regarded as the soil for growth."

"Yes! Should I say it or not, Mr. Lin Ke is really strong."

"You can still grow in that kind of environment. If you are an ordinary person, you will be useless long ago."

All kinds of people discussed there and expressed their views.

And at this moment, the eunuch also hooked his hands: "The two sons are poetry, let our family read it."

As the eunuch hooked his fingers, two streams of air were generated, trying to roll up their poems.

However, Lin Ke's poem is too heavy!

The airflow rolled over, and Lin Ke's paper didn't move at all.

too heavy!
The influx of endless literary energy made this ordinary yellow paper very heavy.

Usually Butcher Zhang can bear chopping meat, but now he feels like he is about to explode under Lin Ke's poem.

It is enough to show how heavy this piece of paper and this poem are.

On the other side, Qi Ye frowned when he saw his poem being rolled up.

"Don't read it anymore." Qi Ye snorted coldly, and the rice paper in front of him burst open, turning into scraps of paper and falling down.

"This round, count him as the winner."

Although unwilling, Qi Ye has already recognized Lin Ke at this time.

At first, he didn't think he would lose to Lin Ke at all.

Not to mention losing as a whole, it is impossible to lose even one round or half a point.

But now, he was reduced to hoping that Lin Ke would win two out of three rounds.

In terms of poetic talent, he is completely inferior to Lin Ke!
"Oh?" Seeing that Qi Ye tore up his poem, the eunuch's face remained unchanged, but he nodded slightly: "Then let's read the poem first, and then announce Mr. Lin Ke's victory after reading the poem."

After all, the topic this time is Zhi.

Although this topic was decided by Lin Ke, if Lin Ke didn't write a will, then it can't be said that Qi Ye lost.

The eunuch strode over to Lin Ke's side in a few strides, and then looked at the table.

First glance at the whole poem, and the next moment my eyes widen involuntarily.

Then he read this poem:

"How about Mrs. Dai Zong, Qi and Lu are still young. The clock of good fortune is beautiful, and the yin and yang are at dusk."

"The chest is full of stratus clouds, and the canthus is determined to enter the returning bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and you will see all the small mountains."

　I, who has been typing like crazy since I woke up, can I have some cute, beautiful, and precious monthly passes?
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