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

Chapter 53 My sword is not bad!
What is the effect of vision suppression?

Lin Ke didn't know it before, but now he knows it with Wang Lin's explanation.

The suppression of the vision is similar to cutting it in half.

It's not a snow storage, it's not an accumulation.

but erase.

According to Lin Ke's understanding, if it is converted into salary, it will be very clear.

Originally, in order to reward you, Tiandi paid you a salary of 1 yuan, and when the payment was halfway through, someone returned the rest to you.

What do you think this is?
Is it because you are afraid that you will "be as beautiful as a tree"?Or are you afraid that you are "too sharp"?Or do you want to accumulate accumulation?

Neither, I just don't want to see you get it.

Lin Ke is like this now.

His good father directly erased his "5000 yuan", which is equivalent to burning the "5000 yuan" directly.

"Ten thousand" becomes "five thousand"!
That is to say, the poem that might have been chanted by Wanli, now has at most five thousand miles.

In the previous life, this was at the level of labor arbitration.

And now?

The vision of poetry is much more difficult than "1 yuan"!

Although intercepting the poetry vision is not for everyone.

But anyone who intercepts the poetry vision means immortality!

"My dear father..." Lin Ke looked into the distance, not knowing why that Lord Lin Xuanji hated "Lin Ke" so much.

But he knows that his little thought about "parents love him" from his previous life has been exhausted.

A tiger's poison does not eat its offspring, and a man's poison will kill his own!

"Rumble..."

Lin Ke looked at the sky in a daze, but an invisible coercion seemed to be brewing in the hearts of everyone.

At this time, the sky was clear, and there seemed to be no dark clouds or dirt in the sky, and it looked like the sky was clear after the rain.

However, in the hearts of many people, there is a feeling of a little boredom.

It's as if the catharsis just appeared because of the vision of poetry, the catharsis was not complete.

It's like trying to shoot an arrow halfway...

Didn't come clean!

Only a few tens of seconds, did not ejaculate cleanly!

Just as Lin Ke looked at the sky and was speechless, the son of Zuo Si of Jingzhao Mansion on the opposite side spoke.

"Well, good literary talent." The young man smiled all over his face: "Bailixiang, it is indeed comparable to my casual writing."

"In the cheap books, it's not bad to be able to write such a poem."

According to the vision of Lin Ke's poem just a few dozen seconds ago, it is indeed not too different from the young man's vision of Bailixiang.

Speechless... Lin Ke thinks this young man will die if he doesn't pretend?
However, without Lin Ke speaking, someone spoke out.

"Why do you say that we can't do it when we are cheap!"

Under the stage, a young man spoke out angrily.

People look over.

Chen An!

At this time, Chen An, who was hanging upside down from the Camellia Tea Shop, stood beside his old father, with a straight body and angry eyes: "You and I are both human, and we talk about sages, why are you so humiliated to us!"

"Oh?" The young man smiled faintly, but was interrupted when he was about to speak.

But I saw a [-]-year-old woman in a plain shirt under the stage who said coldly: "The little girl has been studying for many years, but I don't know what Shengxian said in the book, cheap books can't write good poems."

The young man raised his eyebrows.

The voice of a scholar-like person was cold: "People on the stage, what sage book are you reading?"

"That boy, I can't read, but I'm a doctor!"

"I only grow rice from one kind of land, and I won't sell you rice to eat in the future!"

"I will not collect the dung and swill from your house!"

"The crispy plums that were picked just two days ago were sold to your Jingzhao Mansion!"

……

Like a switch, the young man's poem turned off public opinion.

And the poems that Lin Ke recited sparked public outrage.

The young people saw that the situation was a bit out of control. The humble and peaceful people who used to be honest and friendly, now seemed like rabbits who were not afraid of death. After being cornered, they began to bite people.

"Humph!!!"

He snorted coldly, and a coercion swept over, instantly making ninety percent of the people speechless.

"Liarbi cut the white bridge with an open flame!"

The young man spat out these words, and then a fiery red sword appeared above his head, like a bright torch.

He looked at Chen An, who was the first to speak just now, with a murderous look in his eyes: "Would you like to test whether my sword is sharp?"

Chen An stood neither humble nor overbearing, and had no intention of retreating at all.

At the same time, the young girl, scholar, old farmer, and woman who had just spoken all slowly stood behind Chen An.

Murderous intent flashed in the young man's eyes immediately: "The ear of a lowly 'storyteller' who steals other people's wisdom is just to please the common people. It is for stealing and should be punished!"

Storyteller, the books he talks about are all written by others, he didn’t write anything himself, and he did these things just to please some ordinary people, so this kind of theft deserves death!
"Insanity."

Just when the young man was shooting murderous intent, before Butcher Zhang, Wang Lin and others moved, Lin Ke moved and walked between the young man and Chen An.

"My sword..."

Lin Ke stood calmly in front of Chen An, his voice became louder and louder, and finally roared like thunder: "My sword is not bad either!"

As soon as the words fell, a faint voice sounded again in the entire capital.

It seems as if the extremely distant Buddha bell is ringing, as if the ethereal Penglai whales are singing, as if the Confucian classics are reciting loudly and neatly...

It is also like the shouting of vegetable sellers, the panting of farming, the laughter at the dining table, the cheers of grain harvest, the applause of teahouses and restaurants...

"Laozi" said: "The great sound has no sound, but the elephant has no shape."

A truly huge sound must be a soundless sound.

"Listen to the thunder in the silent place, now you hear it... This is the real 'sword'."

Lin Ke walked forward slowly, there was nothing behind him, and he was also a mortal.

However, this was the case, but it forced the young man to retreat step by step.

"Snapped!"

Finally, the young man retreated to the edge of the table, and then stood still abruptly.

But when he stood still, his body suddenly shook, and then a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "You don't want to dispel the 'book spirit' that has entered my body."

Bookish, talented.

In analogy to the aura of heaven and earth in Taoism and the introduction of Qi into the body in the first realm of Taoism, the bookish spirit of Confucianism is also the key to the realm of Confucianism.

"Oh?" Lin Ke looked indifferent, and walked forward slowly.

In the sky, thick black clouds that were originally dispersed by Lin Xuanji reappeared.

This time, there was no thunder in the black cloud, but it was full of noise, just like a market in the sky.

Noisy, down to earth.

But so grand.

This time, Lin Xuanji's voice did not ring out again, and even the original thoughts of those masters also lost their voices.

Just because the celestial phenomenon at this time covers thousands of miles, but it is more terrifying than imagined.

"Woo-woo-woo--"

The sky was overcast, and gusts of wind began to howl.

No, not Gale.

It's the wind of talent!

The gathering of endless talents, the sound of the wind is like ghosts and gods howling and crying in the dark.

Finally, some voices began to sound in the imperial capital:
"Poetry falling... ghosts and gods weeping..."

(End of this chapter)