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

"Reciting poetry! Reciting poetry!"

"As expected, it was Lin Ke who wrote poetry in person when he disagreed with something, haha."

"It looks like Shi Yi is going to be gone."

"I wonder if I can see the legendary Staff of Saint Accuracy. I heard that many strange visions are sealed in this treasure."

"I guess it won't be needed."

"Hey, that's not right, why is it just Wanliyin's vision?"

"Yes! The strange phenomenon of Wanli Yin should not be able to stop the verbal battle of the mountain monster! How could the stone chisel stop?"

When Lin Ke recited the poem, even he himself did not expect that so many people were excited.

Because all the people here are Taoist geniuses!

However, at this time, these Taoist geniuses were like little fans, and they all cast their attention over.

While fighting, keep an eye on Lin Ke.

However, when Lin Ke’s poem only presented Wanli Yin, many people’s expressions were a little strange.

The sound of thousands of miles is a vision.

In the past, the government and the people of the Wei Dynasty were subject to harsh rituals, and everyone was restricted by rules and regulations, and nothing unusual happened for thousands of years.

As a result, everyone thought that visions were just legends, a trick to trick children.

However, when Lin Ke began to emerge, everyone saw and understood what a vision was.

But in Lin Ke’s series of visions, he felt unprecedented satisfaction.

Good poems, good lyrics, good writing, coupled with strange visions, are enough to be called an audio-visual feast.

However, he has become picky about his mouth.

Especially after people from various holy places and ethnic groups came to Lin Ke for a literary meeting, all kinds of strange phenomena began to occur.

But among them, Lin Ke is still like a landmark, a tall pole that no one can avoid.

So many people feel that once Lin Ke gets serious, he can easily do something earth-shattering and tear-jerking.

When many people heard that Lin Ke had only created the Wanli Yin vision, they felt that it was a little lacking.

At this moment, Shi Yi's entire mountain monster body suddenly shook.

And Lin Ke spoke again:

"The Yellow River flows into the sea in the daytime. If you want to be a thousand miles away, you can go to the next level."

The literary atmosphere rioted again.

The big sun behind Lin Ke’s head began to blur, as if it was blocked by something.

However, in the middle of it, there was a phantom of a high peak that supported it all the way to the sky.

Taking it to the next level?

There is no tallest building, only higher buildings!

Under this vision, an endless artistic conception emanates.

"What a poem! What a poem!"

"If you want to see farther, you must climb to a higher level! What a profound artistic conception."

"Isn't this also Master Lin's mentality of constantly climbing to greater heights?"

"The line 'The sun sets over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea' also makes me see a kind of beauty that is about to end but has not yet ended."

Although these Taoist disciples may not all study Confucianism, they are no less capable than ordinary Confucianists in literary criticism and appreciation due to the influence of their surroundings.

However, just as everyone was waiting for the vision level to come out, Lin Ke slowly took another step forward.

As he took this step, the stone chisel in front of his forehead suddenly shattered.

His lips slightly parted, and from them came lines of poetry:
"The guest road is beyond the green mountains, and the boat is in front of the green water."

"The tide is high and the two banks are wide, the wind is right and the sails are hoisted."

"The sun rises in the sea, and the spring in the river enters the old year."

"Where can the letter from home reach? The returning geese are at the edge of Luoyang."

The sun, which had already set behind the mountains, now slowly reappeared.

In the vast sky, waves rolled in one after another, and many people even smelled the fishy and salty smell of the sea breeze in their noses. The night was about to end, but not yet, and the dawn was about to come, but not yet.

Suddenly, Lin Ke pointed at Shi Yi from a distance.

The night behind him was suddenly torn apart, and a ray of light appeared.

Red and bright.

At dawn, the sea sun gives birth to the remaining night!

This is the power of dawn!

"Boom!!!!"

Bursts of horrifying noises rang out between Lin Ke and Shi Yi. A careful observation revealed that there seemed to be some kind of confrontation between the two of them due to some mysterious laws.

Behind Lin Ke, the sun, which had already set and then disappeared, slowly reappeared.

Until finally, a red sun jumped out from the sea tide, shining brightly.

"Damn..."

Shi Yi's body was shaking, spells flew out from his dark stone cave, and his heartbeat was as rapid as a drum.

But he could not make any progress and could only barely resist Lin Ke.

Looking at this poem, I can only be on par with Shi Yi...Lin Ke sighed slightly.

In order to suppress Shi Yi and find out the relationship between the Jie tribe warrior and Lin Xuanji, Lin Ke must capture Shi Yi alive.

But now it seems that it is too difficult to capture a fourth-level being alive.

If they were in the same realm, Lin Ke estimated that it would still be possible, but he was now fighting across realms.

Shi Yi and his three families are fellow practitioners and are all powerful warriors in the fourth realm!
Moreover, he is a leader in the fourth realm, a genius, who has surpassed other geniuses in the same city and won the first place in the model test!
"Ice and rain fall cold into the night..."

At this moment, Shi Yi's voice came from the cave in his heart.

He also wants to recite poetry to fight back!
Lin Ke shook his head slowly and took another step forward.

"The south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and I have known the scenery before."

"Sunrise river flowers are more red than fire, and in spring the river is as green as blue."

"How can I not miss Jiangnan?"

As soon as he uttered these three short sentences, the vision behind his head changed again.

The rising sun at dawn rises rapidly, sweeping away all darkness and turning into a scorching sun hanging high in the sky.

Pieces of pure white flowers appeared out of thin air in the sky.

Rays of sunlight shine down and illuminate the flowers, instantly making them bright and fiery red.

Lin Ke took another step forward.

"Wow!!!!"

All the flowers were burned to ashes by a burst of blazing heat, and the petals all turned into flames and soared up like a flaming tornado.

Lin Ke raised his arm slightly and clenched it hard in the direction of Shi Yi.

The flames of the flowers in the sky instantly exploded like fireworks and then spread, scattering all over the sky.

As Lin Ke clenched his right hand, the flames suddenly stabbed towards Shi Yishan in an instant, like thin and hard fiery red steel wires.

"Do not……"

Shi Yi let out a cry of pain, but it stopped abruptly, as if he was imprisoned.

He was at the center of these flaming needles, and the sunlight behind Lin Ke's head spread along these steel wires.

The rolling evil energy immediately melted the ice and snow when it encountered the vision of the four poems of the Great Sun.

The light illuminated Shi Yi's dark cave, which was the heart of his body.

The rocks on the mountain outside, which stretched for nearly a thousand miles, disappeared in an instant, leaving only the half-man-high raw ore in the flames and sunlight.

This raw ore has been half mined and is full of potholes, revealing slightly reddish iron ore. There is also a hole at a certain location, which should be a chisel left on the ore by someone who left.

The iron that should have been rusty now turned slightly red, flowing slowly like blood.

Shi Yi's true body was suppressed by the four Great Sun Poems that Lin Ke recited. (End of this chapter)