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

Direct disciple!

As soon as Lin Ke's identity was revealed, two exclamations naturally arose.

Of course, Lin Ke did not deny what the so-called "senior" said.

Lin Xuanji?
Sorry, not his direct disciple, but his biological son.

The personal disciple...Vulcan Mantis couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and then became confused.

It's not that he was confused about Lin Ke's identity. After all, it was normal for a genius like Lin Ke to be a disciple of the Minister of Rites.

What he doubts is...

What happened to this senior’s voice? Why did it change?

When he first came here, he still remembered this senior's earnest teachings.

But now, this senior's voice is as sharp as a child's or a woman's.

"I am a direct disciple of the Minister of Rites. What advice do you have?" Lin Ke asked with a smile, "Can this senior come forward and give me some advice?"

He had just passed some information and observations and had a guess in his heart.

Now, after the so-called "senior" heard that he was a direct disciple of the Minister of Rites, he immediately became frightened, which made him have more speculations in his heart.

"Show up, cough, cough, no, no, um, thank you, no, no."

There was a kind of panic in the voice of the "senior": "This ruins will be closed soon. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"I'm afraid these are not the original words left by your master, right?" Lin Ke looked around with a smile on his face:
"As far as I know, the idea of ​​​​being strong requires the body to be alive to survive..."

"This is not a world created by novelists, nor is it restricted by Taoist formations, yet you have been able to exist for so many years..."

"When... were you born as a spiritual being?"

As soon as these words came out, the wind and sand in the sky suddenly stopped, and there seemed to be waves of waves coming from the depths of the desert, like a rolling lake.

Uneasy!

"It would be fine if you left on your own after you were born with spiritual wisdom, but you are occupying the true inheritance of that senior and not letting others get close to it, and you are still here to cheat and cheat. It is really rude."

Lin Ke shook his head: "The senior left behind the relics in order to pass on what he learned. Are you doing this in a way that is worthy of your own conscience?"

"me……"

The sound from deep in the sand became shriller and shriller, and finally became the voice of a child.

A little boy!

"Now that you have become a sword spirit, you must be able to recall all the things your master did to you, right?"

Lin Ke sighed.

Sword cultivators attach great importance to and love their swords.

How much does a swordsman love his sword?
Many extreme sword cultivators would even abandon everything for the sword!
In the eyes of some sword cultivators.Parents, children, lovers, masters and apprentices, etc., are not as important as the sword!

I hold the sword while sleeping, hold the sword while eating, wipe the blade every day, and think about strengthening the sword whenever there are good things...

The sword is everything!
Therefore, some swordsmen can stand out.

Of course, hammer repair, knife repair and the like are similar. Focusing on one is the ultimate way.

It's just that the sword cultivator is more handsome, so the sword cultivator is more famous.

And when the sword of sword cultivation gives birth to spiritual wisdom, bits and pieces will inevitably ring.

For example, how the sword cultivator protects himself, how the sword cultivator trusts himself, and so on.

Therefore, when the sword gives birth to spiritual wisdom, generally speaking, it will become the best partner with the sword cultivator.

However, the sword in the space where Lin Ke is now violates the inheritance wish left by the sword cultivator.

However, as soon as Lin Ke finished speaking, the sword spirit's voice sounded again:
"...He...abandoned me..."

"He died, he died alone, he abandoned me, he..."

"Abandoned me!!"

The voice of the sword spirit gradually changed from a child's voice to a terrifying roar.

And when the sword spirit roared, the wind and sand in the sky suddenly began to become violent.

"call--"

Endless wind and sand rushed towards Lin Ke and Vulcan Mantis.

This windy sand looks ordinary, but each particle is as hard as gold and iron, and it feels like a knife twisting the body. "abandon?"

Lin Ke didn't say much after hearing this.

It seems that we still need to fight before we can talk properly.

"Boom!"

Lin Ke slammed the Holy Staff on the ground, and an invisible wave spread around.

The knife of public opinion!

This was condensed with Brother Xun's poem when he condensed the Staff of Holy Quan.

He used this vision several times, and not much of it was left.

This time, if we want to suppress the wind and sand here, we won't have to use visions.

And most importantly...

The swords that gave birth to spiritual wisdom are all treasure-level at the lowest level!

For a treasure, it is worth spending the last thunder vision.

"Om-"

Public opinion did not form a knife, but was scattered by Lin Ke and turned into invisible fluctuations, filling the world in an instant.

At the same time, Lin Ke also recited Brother Xun's thunderous poem again.

"There is no wormwood in the face of thousands of families, but I dare to sing songs to move the sorrow of the earth. My mind is so vast that even Guangyu listens to the thunder in the silent place."

Lin Ke's will was integrated into it, and the poem turned into an invisible meaning that merged into the vision emanating from the staff of the holy standard and spread.

Heaven and earth are silent.

The wind and sand stopped.

At the same time, Lin Ke spit out the oil painting "Sunrise" from his mouth and entered the power of change into it.

In an instant, "Sunrise" was filled with light, and an astonishing amount of heat erupted from that red dot.

The sand began to melt.

But Lin Ke and Vulcan Mantis among them only felt a burst of warmth.

At the same time, Lin Ke also said calmly:

"Your master, I hope you find a new master."

"Your master did not abandon you, you know."

"Your master, I hope you will continue to fly in the sky instead of rotting in this swamp."

"Your master, apart from you, there are many inheritances that he hopes to leave to other living beings."

"Your master..."

Lin Ke was about to continue, but was interrupted by the roar of the sword spirit.

"enough!"

"enough."

"Enough...enough..."

Immediately, the voice of the sword spirit became smaller and smaller, and bursts of weeping sobs came from the depths of the desert.

When the sound came, the surrounding sand that was melting gathered towards the sky, gradually forming an earth-yellow long sword.

It is more than one meter long and three fingers wide. The sword is not sharpened, and it has a natural feeling, but it is ingenious but not workmanlike.

A long sword made of sand!
After the long sword, there are several other vague things.

"You, come up, disciple of the Minister of Rites..." A voice came from the long sword.

"This……"

Next to him, Vulcan Mantis looked at Lin Ke with some doubts, and then at the sword, his eyes becoming more and more doubtful.

He had been here several times before, and every time he was knocked out by the wind and sand.

Why did the sword across from him collapse as soon as this person came and said a few words?
Vulcan Mantis suddenly considered again the following opportunity that Lin Ke mentioned before.

Or... follow him? (End of chapter)