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

Chapter 51
When the young man recited his poems, the vision lasted for tens of seconds and then suddenly dissipated.

After dissipating, the sky returned to silence.

However, people with a radius of hundreds of miles began to react.

Bailixiang vision!
The verses arouse the resonance of heaven and earth, which is a vision.

The vision of heaven and earth - the sound of hundreds of miles!

Everyone within a hundred miles can hear the noise and see visions related to the verses.

This is heaven and earth's affirmation of poetry and articles!

At the same time, different verses can also show different effects and visions.

Of course, you must have a certain amount of talent.

For example, the poems recited by young people just now, when the poems are exported, they form a vision, and the vision evokes the talent that fills the world like the air between the heavens and the earth, and then forms something substantial.

If you recite the big sword, you will form a big sword, if you recite the arrow, you will form an arrow, and if you recite the falling flower, you will form a falling flower.

Ever since, when the scholar opened his mouth, there were thousands of troops and arrows like rain.

Poems produce visions and words produce visions, which is also the source of the strength of Confucianism, which even overwhelms Taoism and Buddhism.

In terms of lip service, who can compare with those scholars?

But visions also have sizes.

Normal poems, songs, scriptures, meanings and strategies are nothing more than some visions around me.

To be stronger, it would be even better if he could form a vision within a few meters around him.

How about stronger?

It is estimated that the entire house and room can be filled with the talents condensed from the heaven and the earth, forming a corresponding vision.

That's the power of a poem.

Of course, it also depends on who is reciting it.

An ordinary poem that can only be moved within two meters of the body, if it is spoken by a great Confucianism, it is estimated that it can reach the level of influence over a hundred miles.

And if it is a vision of a hundred miles of sound that can be heard within a hundred miles, and if it is paired with a great Confucianism, then the effect is probably even stronger.

Of course, just like so many novels that Lin Ke read in his previous life.

The power depends not only on one of them, but on the combination of the two.

The hatchet in the hands of the main god is also more useful than the main artifact in the hands of ordinary people.

Lin Ke, who was well aware of this, took a step forward after reading his poem on the other side.

Seeing Lin Ke's movement, everyone held their breath and focused.

And just when everyone was looking forward to it, just when everyone was guessing what line Lin Ke would read.

Lin Ke stared into the young man's eyes and reconfirmed: "Are you sure you want to be my enemy?"

The young man raised his eyebrows: "Why would I become an enemy of ants? Just crush them to death."

Hearing the young man's words, Lin Ke breathed a sigh of relief, and then said softly, "If that's the case, then I can rest assured."

if not?
Wouldn't it be a waste if the cultural treasures of my previous life were not used on real enemies, but on some people who would clean up and turn enemies into friends?

Thinking of this, Lin Ke shook his head slowly, and sighed softly: "Wan Jiamo has no hay, dare to sing and mourn."

Lin Ke just said the first sentence, and everyone felt a sense of misery rushing towards their faces.

The body seemed to be a lot heavier in an instant.

Especially the lowly people around, who were weighed down by the young people's lowly poems just now, and now their bodies are even heavier, as if they are about to fall down in the next moment.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

At the same time, someone exclaimed and praised.

Everyone turned their heads to look, but Tong Fu Restaurant's shopkeeper Tong was applauding there.

He had just finished making milk tea, and seeing that the customers were being attracted, he also came to take a look.

"Hee hee, do you know what's good about it? Just tell me?" There was a naughty and cute maid-like person next to her teasingly.

"Don't look down on people." Shopkeeper Tong glared at him immediately: "'Wanjia' represents the common people, 'Momian' looks like a miserable image, and 'Hao Lai' should represent a dilapidated and desolate environment."

"This first line of the poem should represent many people, that is, the living conditions of us people! The word 'no' integrates the image and the environment into one, vividly depicting the people suffering from hunger and cold, disheveled, wandering in the wilderness, haunting A picture of miserable life in the weeds!"

"I don't know how this kid came here."

Thinking of this, Shopkeeper Tong shook his head.

He thought that what Lin Ke described was his previous living environment, and he described it in a small and big way.

"What about the second sentence?" The lady-like person next to the maid saw that shopkeeper Tong had some knowledge, so she stopped her maid, and asked softly, "Do you have any good ideas?"

"The second line of the poem is more approachable." Shopkeeper Tong sighed: "Dare to sing and mourn, this line of poetry goes deep into the spiritual grief and resentment of our people, especially the humble people. "

"Poetry expresses aspirations and sings words. People's lives are hard, so they must sing earth-shattering dirges. But at this time, because of the suppression from above, they are speechless and hoarse."

When talking about "above", shopkeeper Tong pointed to the young people on the stage, with obvious intentions.

Wang Lin also said at this time: "In addition, the word 'dare' led out the whole sentence, and then suppressed the continuation in a rhetorical tone, expressing the people's indignant feelings that they can't vomit, but only keep their hatred in their hearts. Very reserved, deep, powerful, and extremely sad and indignant."

Grief!

pain!

oppression!

The young lady and the maid were deeply shocked by that emotion.

Except for the two of them who don't understand, some other young masters and ladies who understand well are already pondering and comprehending.

"It is indeed a good poem, a good poem!"

"I wait for the scholars to replace the herdsmen, but I ignore such a tragic situation, alas."

"I don't know what Mr. Lin has seen and felt, and why he can write such a depressing poem."

"Depression, it's too depressing. Although the poem is good, why do I feel so uncomfortable?"

Some people marveled and appreciated it, but others sang against it.

"Is it well written? So-so!"

"What kind of cheap people dare to call themselves common people? Only ordinary people can call themselves common people, right?"

"Billy born and lowly born, how dare you speak nonsense?"

"This kind of verse is so depressing. If it is used on the battlefield, wouldn't it hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred?"

There are only a few naysayers, but they don't seem to be all well-clothed and well-fed.

On the contrary, ordinary people dislike Lin Ke even more.

They have worked so hard to get out of their nationality, from a lowly nationality to a common nationality, how can they bear others to be equal to themselves suddenly?

However, when everyone was talking about it.

Lin Ke read out the second half of the que again:
"Lian Guangyu has a lot on his mind,"

"Listen to the thunder in the silent place."

As soon as the words fell, the sky suddenly changed.

"boom!!!!"

The wind was loud, and countless thunder visions condensed out of thin air, exploding above everyone's heads.

However, this sound was both clear and indistinct, as if it sounded in the sky above everyone's heads, and it seemed to sound from the bottom of everyone's heart with the sound of heartbeat.

　People are crazy about coding every day, so they want to count tickets~
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(End of this chapter)