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

Although Shi Yi was angry, he was still powerless to attack Lin Ke.

The four realms are against the three realms, but they are powerless!
How humbling is this?
Under this kind of attack, Lin Ke's figure not only did not become obscure, but became even more slippery.

The Nine-bend Falling Dragon!
Everything from Yunmengze is being integrated into Lin Ke.

Shi Yi's attack was like a hammer in a furnace, expelling the impurities from Lin Ke's body one by one.

A good sword is the result of repeated grinding!
Lin Ke, who already possessed the sword spirit, was now slowly honing his own body movement skills.

Tiger, python, toad, bird, cow...

The meanings of various animals learned from Yunmengze are gradually being integrated.

Shi Yi had a keen eye and naturally realized this.

Just when Lin Ke reached the critical moment, Shi Yi's body shook violently.

"scold!"

A chisel shot out from the black hole in the mountain and hit Lin Ke's forehead.

The Confucian method of verbal sparring!

The head of the chisel was covered in rust, and the entire shaft was covered in gray stone dust, through which the rotten wood could be vaguely seen.

Obviously, this is the chisel that was left behind when someone was excavating the Shiyi Iron Mine.

The literary aura in it is extremely strong, mixed with true energy and demonic energy, vaguely reaching the level of a secret treasure.

When one day the chisel head and the shaft of the chisel are completely turned into stone, the chisel will be connected with Shi Yi and become a treasure!
Moreover, although it is not as precious as a treasure today, it already has a sense of simplicity and grandeur.

The chisel flew out like a mountain, pressing down on him, unstoppable.

"The sword... is fierce... the will is absolute..."

At the same time, Shi Yi recited dozens of poems, songs, classics and essays in almost an instant.

The Confucian scholar at the third level has barely begun to dabble in the art of poetry and verbal sparring.

A scholar must be broad-minded and resolute, for he has a long way to go and a heavy responsibility!
In the third realm, although the combat power has far surpassed other schools of thought at the same level, accumulation is still the most important thing.

But what about the fourth border?

Crush!

Crush all monks at the same level!
When the scholars in the four realms reach a certain level, they can compose poems, songs, and essays on the meaning of classics as soon as they think of them. Their verbal battles are well-cultivated and their literary ideas are also polished and sharp.

The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Qiu!
Shi Yi had just been fighting Lin Ke with Taoism and magic, and he even seemed to be overwhelmed and the fighting strength was stalemate.

Everyone thought that Lin Ke had become so powerful that he could fight against the geniuses of the four realms and could even use fighting to improve himself.

Shi Yi's true intentions were finally revealed.

"call out!!!"

The stone chisel flew through the air, followed by the poems and songs that Shi Yi had inscribed on it, as well as one of the various additional classics and strategies that followed.

The void trembled.

In almost an instant, the defensive power of "Praise of the Humble Dwelling" was breached.

In the eyes of outsiders, Lin Ke's Nine-Curved Fallen Dragon Intention, which was about to truly reach the "Intention" level, suddenly stopped advancing and came to an abrupt halt.

This crisis must be dealt with!
In an instant, countless Taoist geniuses also saw this scene.

The young swordsman broke away from the sword intent, stopped fighting with a certain halberd beetle, and looked in the direction of Lin Ke.

The young man who had transformed into a butterfly reappeared from the void and sat upright on the flying bird. His original sleepy expression was gone, and he frowned at Lin Ke in thought.

The Taoist and Confucian genius with "The Way of the University" written on his Taoist robe also stood quietly in the air. The cuffs of his two sleeves, which were originally bigger than the mountains, were shrinking rapidly, but the space between them seemed to be expanding at a rapid speed.

The Taoist priest who was taming beasts, the boy stepping on the stream, the female cultivator holding a flower basket... and many others, all noticed the battlefield between Shi Yi and Lin Ke.

Even from high in the sky, two pairs of eyes were lowered to watch the battle between Shi Yi and Lin Ke.

Lin Ke is in danger!
However, at this moment, Lin Ke slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were ordinary and seemed no different from any other.

However, if you look closely, you can see that there is a faint flame burning in his eyes.

No, not flames!

"Buzz——" the air trembled slightly.

A big sun suddenly jumped out and appeared behind Lin Ke's head.

Round.

As red as blood.

……

Jiangyang Prefecture, at the foot of Qingxia Mountain.

There is a small mountain village here, and in the village, a man wearing a bamboo hat is fishing.

There is a bucket behind this person. There is not a single fish in the bucket. Most of them are loaches, with rare eels, and even some colorful snakes can be vaguely seen.

Next to him, there was a sword and a book hovering in the air.

There is a word on the sword: Storm.

The book has a name, called: Spirit.

The fisherman, or the loach fisherman, was originally dozing with his head down, but at this moment he suddenly raised his head.

There was a bright light in his eyes, and a phantom of a picture frame was imprinted from his pupils into the air, instantly merging into the heaven and earth.

In an instant, the sky for thousands of miles around turned bright red.

Sensing the unusual changes, several Confucian thoughts instantly spread from the distant Jiangyang Prefecture City, inquiring about the situation.

"Sir, what is this?"

"What a grand idea! Could it be a breakthrough?"

"Congratulations! Congratulations!"

Confucian thoughts came.

The eel fisherman smiled and replied, "It's just a random thought, please don't blame me."

After he answered, the sky changed again.

Countless people saw this change in the celestial phenomenon. Farmers and ordinary people pointed at the sky and discussed excitedly, saying that this was a good sign.

The monks knew that this kind of celestial phenomenon either meant the birth of a precious treasure or a breakthrough by a master.

Many people even immediately spread the news to various parts of China through various channels, and a wave of news and hot topic discussions was also set off on newspaper terminals.

At this time, as the instigator, Lin Ke's clone had a calm expression.

……

In the secret realm, Lin Ke did not retreat. Instead, he slowly took a step forward and recited a poem at a very fast speed.

"I want to visit the border on my own bicycle, and pass through Guyan, a vassal state."

When he was about to go to the border to pay a visit, he passed by a vassal state that had already passed Guyan, which was called Guyan Lake in the Han Dynasty.

As soon as the poem came out, the surrounding literary energy suddenly erupted, and the big sun behind Lin Ke's head gradually changed from nothingness to a shadow.

However, the stone chisel slowed down a bit under the influence of the violent literary energy, but it was still very fast and was about to reach Lin Ke's forehead.

"Zheng Peng left the Han Dynasty, and the returning geese entered Hu Tian."

"The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river."

Thousands of miles of flying grass are floating out of the Han frontier, the migrating geese are soaring above the clouds, a lone smoke is rising in the vast desert, and the setting sun is round above the endless Yellow River.

The flying weeds and the migrating geese appear in the setting sun behind Linke's head.

At the same time, the surging river of literary energy turned into lonely smoke and a long river, setting off the big sun.

In the bright sun, Lin Ke's figure seemed both real and illusory.

He uttered the last line of poetry:

"I met a scout at Xiaoguan Pass, and he said the Protector General was at Yanran."

When the poem is finished, I will recite it thousands of miles away.

The chisel stopped half a centimeter in front of Lin Ke's brow. (End of this chapter)