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

Seeing the people in panic, Lin Ke and the others naturally felt uncomfortable.

Especially Lin Ke.

In the prosperous days of the previous life, I only heard of wars outside, and the people were panicked.

And inside?

Most of them are peaceful.

Not to mention massacring a village, even beating an individual at a barbecue restaurant would shock the whole country.

The Holy Dynasty of the Wei Dynasty had been peaceful and stable for thousands of years. This kind of massacre of villages should have shocked the government and the public, but someone concealed the news, so it did not come out.

However, nearby people have received the message and want to take refuge.

Fortunately, despite the large number of people, entering the city was orderly and did not cause congestion or stampedes.

"That being the case, we set off."

Lin Ke bowed his hand towards Ji Yuantong.

He and the female Confucian scholar became the backbone of this small group.

Both of them are in the third realm, one is from a rich family, and the other looks very elegant and extraordinary.

Therefore, several other people vaguely followed the two of them.

"Be careful along the way." Ji Yuantong looked solemn: "I'm waiting here for everyone to come back safely."

"Amitabha, please leave."

"Haha, we will definitely kill the monster and return!"

"Ji Tongzhi stays! I'll go later!"

Several people held their hands and walked towards the outside of the city.

Ji Yuantong stood outside Fucheng, looking at the people walking away with worries in his eyes:

"This is the third batch. I hope there won't be any casualties..."

……

After leaving the city, the female scholar named Wen Meng flipped her hands and summoned a carriage-style treasure.

"This is Zhuge's flying car, which can travel thousands of miles in a day. We are just going to take this car to Jiangning Mansion."

Wen Meng activated Wen Qi in his body, and the door of the carriage with only two wheels suddenly opened.

Several people immediately entered it one after another.

After entering, Lin Ke looked at the internal environment curiously.

The carriage is very spacious inside, not as small as it looks from the outside. There are cushions around it, and the windows are open, allowing you to see the outside scenery.

After a few people sat down, Wen Meng urged the speed car to start the process.

This flying car travels extremely fast. Although it is not as good as Lin Ke's sword flying, it is still much faster than walking on foot.

"Brother Chen, what you are good at is killing?"

After sitting down, the middle-aged Taoist priest asked: "We have to get along with each other in the past few days, and we need to understand each other."

"That's right." Lin Ke nodded: "My cultivation is basically based on this sword, and the poetry I learned also enhances this ability."

With a move of his right hand, the Sand Sword Storm appeared in his hand and let out a soft groan.

When you go out, you should always keep some cards close to your heart.

So he let the storm hide his intelligence and only show some spirituality.

"What a sword!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest praised.

Several other people also looked at Feng Feng, with varying degrees of envy in their eyes.

Wen Meng also sighed: "I and a few others have communicated before, but felt that they were not strong enough to kill. Fortunately, Brother Chen is here."

Confucianism and Taoism embrace all things, while sword cultivators specialize in killing.

With dual cultivation of Confucianism and Sword, his killing power will be even higher.

"Oh?" Lin Ke looked at the others: "What are you good at?" The middle-aged Taoist priest was the first to speak: "I know a little about the art of refining medicine and a little about doctors' detoxification methods."

As he spoke, he patted his apprentice: "The same goes for my little apprentice."

His apprentice still looks like a young man, but he has already reached a certain level of cultivation and his talent should be quite high.

"I am a scholar of both Confucianism and Mohism." Wen Meng smiled: "I have devoted my entire literary spirit to the art of puppetry."

Machine puppet? Mohist family?

Lin Ke saw that Wen Mengrou was weak and clean, but he didn't expect that she was good at such mechanical things.

In his imagination, those who like machines are all oily, slovenly mad scientists.

The two Confucian scholars who were accompanying each other looked at each other, and the taller man said: "I am good at protection, and Brother Wu specializes in killing." He pointed to the man next to him.

The man next to him bowed his hand to Lin Ke: "But compared with Brother Chen's killing method, it is nothing worth mentioning."

These two Confucian scholars only have one level of cultivation, but they can walk together, so they must have some cooperation.

Finally, the monk sitting next to him clasped his hands and introduced: "The young monk also knows some offensive and defensive techniques, and can assist you from the side."

Those who can travel around the world basically need to know some attack and defense methods, otherwise they will not be able to escape when encountering danger.

The middle-aged Taoist priest knows how to detoxify, and he will definitely also poison.

Wen Meng's machine puppets are not just decorations, there are probably many puppets for attack and defense.

"In this way, everyone has some ability to protect themselves." Lin Ke nodded slightly: "That fierce monster has three realms of cultivation and has an excellent mind. If we encounter it, we must be careful."

He's not afraid of anything.

This time, the main body is here, not the clone.

The main body has the most trump cards here.

On the surface, he is a swordsman and only has storms.

In fact, the staff of the holy standard protects the body, and it is difficult for people of the same level to hurt him.

Moreover, there are so many visions sealed in the Holy Rod, and he will not hold back if he encounters something invincible.

However, the ferocious monster has not killed anyone with cultivation, and is very cunning.

It is estimated that none of them would be able to find it, let alone encounter it on the road.

"Speaking of which, Brother Chen is from the west. Can you tell me about the city over there?"

The young man surnamed Wu looked curious: "Brother Gao and I were together, and we wanted to go to the Imperial Capital to have a look. Who knew that this happened? If Brother Chen is not bothered, can you tell us about it?"

As soon as these words came out, several other people also looked at Lin Ke.

Even Wen Meng was a little curious: "I grew up in Wuchang Mansion, but this is my first time to go out, and I have never been to the Imperial Capital."

Lin Ke felt the curiosity of these people and sighed in his heart.

Some people are born in Rome, while others spend their entire lives traveling to Rome.

This statement applies in many ways.

"At the feet of the Holy Emperor, the Imperial Capital is prosperous."

Lin Ke spoke with a hint of confidence and pride that a person from the Imperial Capital should have in his voice:
"There, people from the first and second realms are all over the streets, and people from the third realm can be seen everywhere. Only those in the fourth and fifth realms can enter the palace, and those in the sixth realm can truly have fame and fortune."

Of course, "the great scholars are like dogs, and the gentlemen are everywhere" cannot be said directly.

However, compared with most places in the Great Wei Holy Dynasty, the Imperial Capital did gather a large number of geniuses.

"I heard that there are countless geniuses there, and this year there are many outstanding ones. I really want to see them."

The young Confucian scholar surnamed Wu has a look of longing on his face.

Wen Meng also said: "It is true. Those young masters such as Lin Ke and Qi Ye are stirring up the world. I really want people to see them."

The man surnamed Gao also sighed: "Speaking of which, Mr. Lin Ke is truly the genius of our human race. The "Inscription on the Humble Room" he wrote a few days ago is really a masterpiece. I have also learned it, and I can show it to you later."

Listening to everyone's words, Lin Ke was also a little embarrassed: "Actually, besides Lin Ke, there are also many talented people in Imperial Capital..."

"That's a bad word."

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and said: "Who among the world's most talented people can rival Mr. Lin Ke? Contemporary Taoists and Buddhist disciples can even directly enter the palace examination. Who can compare with him throughout the ages?" (End of Chapter)