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

Chapter 52 Wan Li Yin?Vision suppression?

"Rumble..."

With the sound of thunder, countless people in the capital raised their heads with different expressions.

Countless thoughts, large and small, swept across the capital.

"What happened? What happened?"

"Vision! This should be a vision!"

"Did someone say something astonishing again? Which academy's talented scholar Tianjiao is so outstanding?!"

"The vision of Bailixiang, this is the first time in decades, right?!"

"No, this doesn't seem to be Bailixiang..."

"Could it be the vision 'Wan Li Yin'?! Impossible! That hasn't happened for a hundred years!"

Those thoughts have different breaths, or burst, or calm, or deep, or misty, or compassion...

And just as these strong men were discussing, an extremely tyrannical idea extended from the palace, overwhelming the sky, and the voices of all the strong men were immediately suppressed.

"quiet."

The voice was cold and calm.

The vision in the sky froze for a while, but it abruptly dissipated.

At the same time, all thoughts immediately calmed down, but some people still spoke softly.

"How did Lin Xuanji appear?"

"It's reasonable for someone to come out as a minister of the Ministry of Rites."

"That's right. The Ministry of Rites is the head of the twelve departments. It is in charge of the imperial examinations and theories. It can be called the Ministry of Confucianism."

"The appearance of good poems should be motivating, but it suppresses the vision instead."

"I don't know, I don't understand, I don't understand."

"One is missing, don't ask..."

The voice of these thoughts gradually became quieter, and finally fell into a calm state.

……

Of course, that's a high-level thing.

For many ordinary people, for many residents of Beijing, they don't even know what the high-level people have said.

They only know that their heart beats a few times.

But after just jumping a few times, some of the resentment they only felt in their lives was swept away!
This is especially true for everyone on Chaoyang Street.

"This... what does this feel like..."

The onlookers all looked surprised.

No matter who it is, the feeling of depression is swept away!
The first two lines of Lin Ke's poem clearly broke into their hearts with an extremely depressed attitude.

Makes you feel out of breath.

But as soon as the second sentence came out, the thunder sounded, and the resentment was immediately eliminated.

Not only today's resentment, but also some dissatisfaction, grievances, and depression accumulated over the years, all vented out with the thunder and the beating of the heart.

"It feels... so comfortable!"

Butcher Zhang looked at his hands and made the first sound on the field.

And just as he made the sound, the thunder in the sky had intensified.

The sound of thunder seemed to resound in the entire imperial capital, except for some special places, every other corner was blown by wind.

The wind is surging, and the thunder is bursting!
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that compared with the vision of Bailixiang just now, the vision caused by these three poems of Lin Ke is obviously much more dynamic and static!

At this time, someone said: "The sound of a hundred miles is a poem written by one person, which can resonate with the heaven and the earth. Everyone within a hundred miles can hear this loud noise and see this vision. Affirmation to the poem!"

"As soon as the vision of a hundred miles of sound comes out, the heaven and earth resonate within a hundred miles, and some big academies can't appear once in more than ten years!"

Baili sound is so good?

Many people were amazed.

At the same time, someone asked again: "Do you mean Mr. Lin's poem is also a vision of Bailixiang?"

"I don't know." The person who just spoke looked up at the sky with a serious expression: "If I'm not wrong, this is the vision of Wan Li Yin, but I don't know why it stopped suddenly..."

"Sigh~"

Everyone gasped and looked at the stage.Lin Ke.

And the movement in the sky also ended abruptly, and the sky was clear.

So that's what Bailixiang meant... Lin Ke also didn't know the difference between this kind of vision.

He just knows that whether it is poetry, poetry or classics, it needs integrity to be effective.

This is also the most powerful weapon and tool for scholars in this world.

However, he still doesn't know the classification of "Bailixiang" and "Wanliyin" in poetry and songs.

The poem he used just now was written by Brother Xun.

Brother Xun's poems have always been full of indignation and justice, and at the same time, they also contain hope and sustenance.

Just enough to deal with the young man's verse.

Some people say that Brother Xun is not good at composing poems, but is better at writing essays and thinking.

However, Lin Ke thinks that at least this poem is very connotative.

Look at the poem opposite.

Between the lines are talking about cheap, meaning:

Since destiny has made you lowly, then don’t deceive yourself. Anyway, your lowly are either prostitutes or pardoned criminals. How can you compare with those sages who study for the people of the world?

Lin Ke felt that this person's poems could be written by any random novelist in his previous life, such as Xiao Baibai.

But what a vision of Bailixiang was obtained.

Then he doesn't need to play any atomic bomb level like a poetry fairy or sage, wouldn't it be enough to play a poem by Brother Xun?
You must know that Shixian Shisheng is a professional player, and Brother Xun is at best an amateur player, and his main job is a thinker.

Putting a professional player to fight the little Karami on the opposite side is simply overkill.

However, the release of Brother Xun's poems did not cause much noise?
Lin Ke looked at the sky curiously, wondering what the rules are for judging poems and visions.

Lin Ke always felt that Brother Xun's poem should not only have such a small sound.

The young man's vision subsided in a few tens of seconds. Lin Ke felt that his verses would take at least a few minutes, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for Brother Xun.

If you look at it using anthropomorphic rhetoric, if you compare the poems spoken by young people and Brother Xun's poems to adult men...

Thinking of this, Lin Ke frowned.

Brother Xun's poems dare to offend?
You have already taken death.

As if in response to Lin Ke's thoughts, Wang Lin's voice suddenly sounded:
"Lin Ke, someone suppressed your vision!"

"Suppressing the vision?" Lin Ke looked at Wang Lin in the audience, but seeing Wang Lin's face was normal, he knew that Wang Lin didn't want to reveal her identity now.

But the voice in his ear just now was indeed from Wang Lin.

I just heard Wang Lin continue: "...I'll go, the one who suppressed your vision is the boss of the Ministry of Rites. Forget it, let me tell you the truth, it was Lin Xuanji, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, who suppressed your vision, but why did he suppress it? etc……"

Wang Lin's voice continued, but her voice became quieter as she spoke, and the look in her eyes suddenly became weird when she looked at Lin Ke: "...Xiao Linzi, your surname is Lin, right? Let me go, your mother is not Qi University Eye... wait, Qi? Ministry of War? Damn..."

Wang Lin's voice gradually decreased, but Lin Ke clearly saw that Wang Lin's mouth was still moving.

Lin Ke, who knows a little bit about lip language, just feels...

It's so dirty!
But just a few tens of seconds later, the sky suddenly changed again.

"Rumble..."

Lin Ke could not help but smile when he felt the louder voice.

Press down?
Wanting to suppress the vision of Brother Xun's poems?
do you know……

Brother Xun's group of people is exactly the group of people who can't overwhelm the backbone...

(End of this chapter)