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

"This……"

Wu Jun listened to the words of praise gradually turning into abuse, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Gao Yan had suffered too much damage in the battle just now, and now his face was even more pale.

When the waiter heard these words, his eagerness to compete with Lin Ke began to change, and he became a bit resentful.

"This isn't right."

Wen Meng frowned and looked at Lin Ke.

Lin Ke also felt something was wrong, but he was always calm.

The public dissatisfaction outside is too great now!
It was as if the evildoer was not the evil monster, but Chen Anping.

This gave him an unusual smell.

Of course, those words were so similar to those in the previous life.

Anyway, just blame all your misfortunes on others and the court.

"But...Brother Chen, why did you come so late?" Wen Meng hesitated and said, "I was wondering, if we had arrived a few days earlier..."

When Lin Ke heard this, his heart suddenly became awe-inspiring.

The next moment, his Confucianism immediately rose up, like a torch in the dark night.

In an instant, there was an inexplicable atmosphere in Jiangning City for dozens of miles.

"presumptuous!"

Lin Ke snorted coldly, not using his talent for speaking out.

However, that strong and fearless thought directly affected the entire city and people outside the city.

The Confucian concept of righteousness, the direction of the heart, and the duty to do so!

In an instant, the people who were still venting their negative emotions stopped, and there was silence in the air for a few seconds.

It took a moment for someone to realize.

"I...I seemed to be scolding the hero just now?"

"What happened just now? I'm not that kind of person!"

"It's broken. I'll go and set up a memorial tablet, otherwise I won't be able to see my parents after I die."

"Ah, eh eh eh, she is usually very gentle, how strange it is!"

"Oh, my mind still needs to be tempered..."

Many people immediately realized what they had done before and began to regret it.

There were also people who pointed or scolded the people around them.

"I told you earlier and you didn't listen!"

The wealthy businessman who had just spoken shook his head, and a light flashed in his eyes, as if he had some cultivation skills: "A group of guys who only know what others say."

Not far away, there were a few young men who also spoke uprightly: "Master Chen Anping is here to get rid of the demons for us. If it were our Gaobie Village, we would definitely erect an arch! I didn't expect you city people to go so far!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"That's right, that's right."

"Yes, yes!"

The atmosphere changed suddenly in an instant.

At this time, the thoughts of the prefect Hua Qianjun also rose up and came into contact with Lin Ke's thoughts.

"Mr. Chen, what happened?" Hua Qianjun's voice was full of curiosity and doubt: "Why did you suddenly use Confucianism?"

He had just released the news, and the protagonist "Chen Anping" in the news was so angry that he resorted to Confucianism?

For those who didn’t know, they might have thought that Chen Anping was unhappy with the prefect’s release of information!
Fortunately, Lin Ke didn't mean any harm, it was more like an act of kindness.

"Your Excellency, someone has just stirred up public opinion and created resentment among the people." Lin Ke spoke out in a shocking tone.

"Oh?"

Hua Qianjun's voice became serious: "Besides me, there are only three people who can stir up public opinion... You can enter the house first, and we can test it out at the dinner party."

"Okay." Lin Ke nodded. So Wen Meng and the others said to Wen Meng who had just woken up from a dream: "Let's go to the dinner party."

At the same time, when passing by a sidewalk, Lin Ke asked Wen Meng to stop.

"Is your father the old man Wu from Gaobie Village?"

Lin Ke's laughter reached the ears of a young man outside.

The young man looked at the elegant Zhuge Feicha next to him and said in surprise: "Yes, I wonder why the noble man knows my father's title?"

Lin Ke immediately showed his face from the car window and briefly introduced how he came to Gaobie Village and the expense provided by Old Man Wu.

Then he waved his hand lightly, and a brush that seemed to be made of natural wood flew out and hovered in front of the young man.

"Your father gave me money and I gave him a calligraphy in return. Now that you speak for me, I will also give you a pen."

Lin Ke looked at the young man with a smile: "This is a hardwood pen. It was made by a friend of mine and is now given to you."

With pens made of horns, hardwood pens are probably less useful.

Of course, that's not the most critical reason.

The most important reason is that he has a good impression of this young man.

At a time when public dissatisfaction was boiling, except for one wealthy businessman, it was these young people who spoke up and spoke out with passion.

A passionate young man, so passionate that he even got rid of that inexplicable mental influence.

Even though everyone is saying you are wrong, I believe it
Although he himself may not be able to be so passionate, it does not prevent him from being fond of such people.

"How can this make sense?"

However, the young man clasped his fists and looked directly into Lin Ke's eyes with a serious face, without even looking at the hardwood pen bursting with aura in front of him:
"The reason why I am speaking is for Mr. Chen's righteous deeds. I cannot accept it just for this reason... Wait, are you Chen Anping, Mr. Chen?!"

The young man finally reacted to Lin Ke's words, and the next moment his face flushed with excitement. He was indeed filled with passion.

"There's no need to say anything, they can't hear us." Lin Ke used a little trick of speaking his words.

Therefore, those people around the young man did not listen carefully to their conversation, and only thought that the young man was talking to his father, an old friend.

"Mr. Chen!" The young man clasped his fists and even wanted to kneel down on one knee.

"It doesn't have to be like this." As soon as Lin Ke finished speaking, the young man's body was held up by an invisible force and he could no longer kneel down.

"Mr. Chen, what I admire the most is people like you!" The young man was so excited that he almost shouted, and his eyes became more determined:
"I can't accept your writing brush! I see that the people are in dire straits. Now that they are saved, my wish is finally fulfilled. How can I accept the things from my benefactor?"

The Chinese race is so strange.

If you want to rob, the other party will fight to the death.

You want to give, but the other person gives more.

This is the kindness in the bones of the Chinese people, a kind of uprightness that repays kindness with kindness and repays hatred with straightness.

Lin Ke also had a better impression of this young man at this time and said with a smile:
"Don't you want to study? And your father, I gave this pen to you, and you will become a Confucian scholar of the Three Realms in the future. How about returning this pen and giving it to me with a poem?"

After changing the method, the young man hesitated.

"Brother, just agree!" Wu Jun said with a smile beside him: "Mr. Chen is a master of Confucianism and swordsmanship. The sword and the pen are the same! And, he will have a better pen!"

The young man then hesitantly took the hardwood pen and saluted Lin Ke again.

Lin Ke returned the greeting: "One day you will become a Confucian scholar in the Three Realms. All you need to do is go to the Imperial Capital to find me. Then you go to the storyteller on Chaoyang Street and I will have someone waiting for you."

After saying that, Lin Ke and others drove away at high speed, leaving only the young man with a face of excitement and expectation and his friends beside him.

Lin Ke and the others galloped all the way, and arrived at the location in the city within a few minutes. It was not yet evening, and servants and maids were already serving food in the magistrate's courtyard.

"Brother Chen, welcome, welcome!"

At this time, a short man with a mole on the corner of his mouth came over and said with congratulations on his face: "Master Magistrate, they have already taken their seats one after another, please invite Brother Chen to take a seat!"

Lin Ke and the others greeted them with smiles, and were then led into the house, where the prefect Hua Qianjun was chatting with several other scholars.

As soon as he entered the door, Lin Ke's eyes quickly locked on the three people.

The Confucianism of these three people is no weaker than his, and their auras are deep and thick, and their Confucianism is endless.

They were probably the three people the prefect said were the three people who might unknowingly stir up resentment among the people. (End of chapter)