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

Chapter 50: The Vision of Poetry Falling!
"Maybe Mr. Lin has other specialties..."

Some girls muttered under their breath, but no one cared.

Specialty?

Face specialty?Or where is the specialty?

But no matter how long it is, the opponent on the opposite side is Qi Ye!
The son of Shangshu, that is Shangshu!

"Don't you believe in my brother?" Pan Xiaowu revealed his figure at this moment, holding a cup of freshly baked milk tea in his hand.

Because a lot of people came out to watch the show, there was no queue at Shopkeeper Tong, so Pan Xiaowu went there first to ask for milk tea before coming over.

"Believe it? Why do you believe it?" Someone replied to Pan Xiaowu: "Qi Ye is a martial artist, even if he doesn't use martial arts power, he is still a Confucian scholar, but what about Lin Ke?"

"I forbid you to say that about my brother!" Pan Xiaowu yelled coquettishly, "I can't help but ask, how can you let my brother go? Are you little blacks!"

"Little Heizi? It's inappropriate to name my words just now with 'black' and 'boy'. I'm not discrediting, but just telling the truth." The person chatting with Pan Xiaowu shook his head.

"Although my elder brother is from a lowly background, he can still defeat Qi Ye, and this guy from Zuo Si of Jingzhao Mansion!" Pan Xiaowu didn't care so much, and defended Lin Ke in every possible way.

This made the young man helpless: "You don't know the difference between ordinary people and Tongyijing!"

"Everyone in the world knows that the way I study people can be divided into nine realms: Confucian scholar, scholar, Confucian scholar, scholar, great Confucianist, gentleman, semi-sage, sub-sage, and sage.

Although there is no ninth realm except for the three masters, the eight realms of martial arts are also good, namely Wusheng, Tongti, Tongyi, Tongshen, Wuwang, Tongdao, Heyi and Wei'an. "

Having said that, the young man pointed to the direction behind him: "Although Qi Ye only has the third level, which is the Tongyi level, within five steps he can even rival the existence of a Confucian scholar, not to mention he is still a Confucian scholar..."

"So what?!" Pan Xiaowu didn't understand what the young man was saying at all: "I know some scholars, my neighbor's Er Gouzi is one, who reads a book all day long, and I can shoot it with a slap." kill him!"

As she said that, Pan Xiaowu shook her thick arms, causing the wind to roar, and the people around quickly retreated away.

"It's not the same, miss." The young man shook his head again: "People who read books are different from people who have read books."

He sighed with emotion: "In the Confucian state, one can repel the invading enemy with a single word; the scholar has a clear mind and sharp eyesight, and people who are not from the imperial court cannot easily hurt the body; You can use your rhetoric, witty words, or recite a poem, and your words will come true..."

"Under such circumstances, how powerful do you think the Tongyi warriors who can resist or even rival the existence of Confucian scholars with their physical bodies alone?"

"Moreover, Mr. Lin may not even be able to bear the word 'roll' from Confucian scholar Qi Ye!"

After the young man finished speaking, he ignored Pan Xiaowu and walked back towards Tongfu Restaurant: "Milk tea is delicious, I have to drink more before Lin Ke loses..."

Pan Xiaowu was furious immediately: "Stop! What are you talking about!"

While Pan Xiaowu was talking to the unknown young man, the tension between Lin Ke on the table of the upside-down camellia shop and the young man from Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si had become tense.

Butcher Zhang also kept an eye on Lin Ke for fear of getting hurt.

After all, when it comes to Wendou, he can be regarded as an elder, and it is not easy for the younger generation to intervene in Wendou.

And most importantly, it seems that Lin Ke is not afraid of that young man.

"Lin Ke, now that you have uttered the poem, how can you compare it later?"

The fairyland painting workshop is next to the upside-down camellia shop, and the voice at this time comes from Wang Lin.

"It doesn't matter." Lin Ke shook his head slightly: "Poetry comes from the source of prosperity, and there is no need to carefully craft it. Today I want to compare essays, so why be afraid of having no essays in my stomach?"

Wang Lin raised her eyebrows and stopped talking.

What she considered was that the young man came with a purpose, and the young man's purpose was probably to consume Lin Ke's poems.

The purpose is to make Lin Ke have no poems to use in the competition with Qi Ye in a month's time!
But she saw that Lin Ke was full of confidence, so she didn't question him anymore.

Young people, if they don't listen to the old man's words, they are either self-confident or conceited.

She felt that Lin Ke was not a conceited person, and had always been humble.

Lin Ke looked at the young man who claimed to be the son of the Zuo Si of Jingzhao Mansion, his eyes were calm: "Compare any poem, you can write whatever you want, and I will take it!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Holy shit, so handsome and domineering, I like it!"

"Sure enough, Lin Xiongtai's appearance is worthy of the title of a god of solving crimes!"

"Hmph, he's not ashamed to say anything, his opponent is a Confucian scholar"

"Ah! This Pu Xinnan dares to say that Brother Lin is not ashamed, who knows Jimei?"

And the young man narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Ke when he heard Lin Ke's words. No one can write poems casually, and many people can write poems because they have drafts beforehand.

So he thought that Lin Ke might have something, but not much!

Human talent is limited.

"How?" The son of Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si looked at Lin Ke and squinted his eyes: "Don't you dare?"

Of course, he didn't come here to fight Lin Ke, nor was he just looking for faults.

As Wang Lin said, she just wanted to consume Lin Ke's talent ahead of time.

"What's the problem?" Lin Ke's eyes remained blank.

accepted!
Lin Ke agreed!
The expressions of the onlookers became excited one by one.

A lowly detective expert and a Confucian scholar are going to compete in poetry?
And the smile on the young man's face became even wider: "Since you are from a humble nationality, then let's use 'cheap nationality' as the topic, the seven-character law, can you do it?"

"Yes." Lin Ke said directly: "Are you going first or me?"

"Of course I mentioned that I will come first." The young man recited the poem directly.

"Live like ants to deceive themselves and others,"

"The bitch is a whore, so forgive me."

"The loess with a sorrowful face,"

"How come the sages shepherd the people?"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind rose naturally, causing the young man's clothes to automatically move without wind.

At the same time, a force suddenly descended within a hundred miles around.

"This... is this a vision?!"

someone exclaimed.

At this time, a force descended from somewhere, and suddenly bursts of wind blew within a hundred miles, and thick dark clouds appeared in the sky, suppressing them.

Everyone suddenly felt a strange feeling.

Civilians don't feel anything.

But people of respected status and humble status are each feeling prominent.

A respectable person feels his body is slightly relaxed, as if he is standing on a cloud.

The lowly people felt as if their legs were about to be crushed by the thick black cloud.

At the same time, an invisible aura enveloped him, and the humble man could only feel his body being heavy, as if his strength had been sucked away.

A person of respectable status seems to have drawn strength from a person of low status.

"This is... a vision!"

"The vision of Bailixiang?!"

Someone exclaimed, pointing at the young man speechless.

Lin Ke was taken aback.

Belles?
What kind of broken name is this...

Why does it feel like the name of Pao Zong?
At the same time, Lin Ke felt the power being drawn from him, and took a step with concentration.

(End of this chapter)