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

Chapter 54 Chen Pingping and Chen An
Above the sound of hundreds of miles, thousands of miles of singing.

For example, Baili Xiang, this is the most basic phenomenon, although it occurs only once in a few decades, it can at least occur.

But Wan Liyin probably hasn't been released for a hundred years.

It's like what?
In the college entrance examination, for decades and hundreds of years, the country has scored more than 500 points.

Suddenly someone scored [-] points in the test.

Immediately afterwards, someone immediately scored [-] points in the test, which was close to the full score.

How shocking?

Of course, the sky at this time definitely has more visions than that.

Black clouds billowed, dimmed, and there was no sound.

In the past, the humble people who were at the bottom of the food chain in the imperial capital all had their hearts beating like thunder.

"Ghosts cry!"

"This... this is definitely a vision of ghosts and gods crying!"

"If it was just a relatively high level in Wanli Yin just now, then the vision now is definitely ghosts and gods crying!"

"Strange, that person suppressed the vision, but why did the vision seem to be rebellious? So rebellious?"

"No, in my opinion, it should be called 'proud'!"

"Indeed, I didn't expect the vision to have a 'rebound'. It is indeed a vision of ghosts and gods crying."

Countless thoughts came alive in the sky above the capital, and they exchanged ideas about this vision.

Ghosts and gods cry vision!
This vision, which has not been seen for hundreds of years, is enough to shock the powerhouses!
You know, not everyone can write poetry.

Just like many people, they do math problems during the college entrance examination, a set of two hours.

But when they graduate from college, they may need to use a calculator to add 650 three to 290 six.

When these powerful people still have the hearts of innocent children and romantic hearts, they are probably also good poets.

But they're not very good at it now.

What's more, those who really know how to compose poems are more aware of how rare the ghosts and gods weeping are.

"Rumble..."

The thunder of public opinion was especially clear around Lin Ke.

The son of Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si was already bleeding from his mouth and nose at this time, but he did not retreat a step.

"If you don't retreat, then your 'bookishness' will be gone." Lin Ke's eyes were flat.

"Baby ears..." The young man's mouth and nose were bleeding, but his eyes were dark.

"Got it." Lin Ke nodded, and the public opinion behind him spewed forward.

However, at this critical moment, a figure appeared in the sky.

"Lin Ke, a humble native, was already awarded the title of 'Surveilling Cases Like a God' and was rewarded by the court, but now he is so aggressive and persecuting my son..."

Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si!
The person here is Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si!

Linke frowned.

Just now your son was aggressive and wanted to kill Chen An, you didn't come out, but now I stand up and become aggressive instead?
"Wow—"

A middle-aged man with a black beard appeared on the stage with an extremely majestic expression.

Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si!
In other words, he is the deputy chief of the police station in Beijing!
"Lin Ke, I, Jing Zhaoyin, gave you the title of 'Detecting Cases Like a God' and asked you to be a consultant to the criminal officer. Is this how you treat my son?"

Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si was extremely majestic and his voice was low.

"Hey!" Before Lin Ke could speak, Butcher Zhang yelled, "Your son is crazy here, and we didn't mess with you..."

"boom!!"

Before Butcher Zhang finished speaking, he flew upside down, and the two butcher's knives fell to the ground with a clang.

"I speak, how dare you speak?" Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si said indifferently: "Your head of the Demon Division of the Imperial Capital dare not talk to me like this."

Butcher Zhang vomited blood and fell unconscious on the ground.

Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si looked at Lin Ke again, especially the group of people behind Lin Ke.

Lin Ke turned his body slightly to block the people behind him, so Jing Zhaoyin Zuosi's eyes were blocked by his body.

At the same time, the audience.

Wang Lin's right hand moved subconsciously, and her Panlong bracelet fell into her hand.

The shopkeeper was smiling all over his face, but when he turned his right hand behind his back, a small Buddha seal appeared.

Bai Zhantang, who was watching the play in the distance, bowed slightly, his hands in claw shape.

However, at the moment when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, there was a loud shout in the sky in the distance:
"What's the point?! Who dares to bully my good disciple?!"

Hearing the loud shout, Bai Zhantang stood up straight, and the Buddha seal disappeared from the shopkeeper's hand.

Wang Lin muttered, "That's obviously my disciple..."

At this time, a thick cloud of blood appeared in the distant sky, glowing red, like a blood-stained sunset.

Under the sunset glow, Li Chungang's beard and hair were all stretched out, his clothes fluttered, and he was holding a shimmering scroll in his hand, and wrote a book - "National History".

There was a flash of surprise in Jing Zhaoyin's eyes, and then gently raised his hand towards Lin Ke: "A little bit of frost breaks ten thousand bamboos."

Immediately, a crystal of ice condensed rapidly at his fingertips, and shot out quickly after forming.

Lin Ke looked serious, and his figure quickly retreated.

"Bold!"

"What's the point?!"

"Stop hurting my apprentice!"

A few soft shouts rang out, the voices of the Inspector, Li Chungang, Wang Lin and others.

But the ice particles were not shot at Lin Ke!
Everyone's attention was on Lin Ke, but they saw the ice particles shooting towards Chen An who was standing not far behind Lin Ke!
At this critical moment, a figure suddenly stood in front of Chen An.

"Do not!!"

Chen An's whole body froze, and then subconsciously exclaimed, with a hint of crying: "Father!"

I saw Chen An's father, Chen Pingping, standing in front of Chen An, and the ice particles that should have pierced through Chen An's eyebrows went straight through Chen Pingping's chest.

Chen Pingping fell in front of Chen An, and Chen An immediately hugged Chen Pingping's body: "Father! Father!"

Just now, the ice particle directly penetrated Chen Pingping's chest, and destroyed the activity of various organs and tissues along the way like a bullet.

At this time, Chen Pingping was already furious.

"There's no reason for this!!!"

Li Chungang finally arrived.

His face was full of anger, and the scroll in his hand was windless: "I saw a sharp blade, blood stained with red tears!"

Suddenly, a short blade appeared around him, with a touch of scarlet on the tip.

"A little bit of frost breaks ten thousand bamboos." Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si's expression became a little dignified, and the index finger of his right hand began to gather cold light.

"call!!!"

The auras of the two great Confucianists collided crazily, with cold stars shooting out and thick clouds of blood at the same time.

The people around suddenly staggered.

Lin Ke couldn't help but take a few steps back, but he didn't retreat to the stage.

And the vision of ghosts and gods weeping, the vision of poetry belonging to Brother Xun gradually subsided.

"Li Chungang, the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment ordered you to reflect, what do you intend to do?" Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si coldly said.

"I reflect, I am not wrong." Li Chungang snorted coldly: "What about you? What do you want to do when you commit murder in the street?"

"Murder?" Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si said blankly, "If I'm not mistaken, this lowly 'storyteller' is Chen Pingping, who stole other people's books without permission 15 years ago, and his whereabouts are still unknown... Those who take the wisdom of others for their own use shall be punished!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his hand towards Chen Pingping, and a cold glow shot out from his fingertips.

"That's also a matter of the Ministry of Punishment!" Li Chungang frowned, and blood blades flew out around him, blocking the cold light.

The two sides collided, and the surrounding situation suddenly stirred up.

"Great scholars are not allowed to fight in the capital!"

A figure landed, separated the two, and then looked at Li Chungang: "Master Shangshu ordered you to reflect, why did you break the precept?"

Li Chungang's expression was suffocated.

"My lord, Mr. Jing Zhaoyin Zuosi...he killed someone!" At this moment, only Lin Ke could still stand because of the poem just now, so he spoke angrily.

However, the newly arrived strong man was expressionless: "It's just a lowly person, if you die, you will die."

Lin Ke's figure was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed:
"You... really want to do this..."

(End of this chapter)