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

Chapter 58

"Yes, yes, I just look down on you!"

"Wow, you two are here to hit me!"

"Ah! Old man, you stepped on me? I'll kill you."

There were only two Lin Xuanji standing on the field, and one Lin Xuanji didn't speak.

The other "Lin Xuanji" jumped left and right there.

It's fanning the flames.

Seeing the heated scene, the Twelve Ministers were about to fight.

Only then did Lin Xuanji glance at that 'Lin Xuanji': "Qi Shangshu, you have lost your grace!"

In an instant, 'Lin Xuanji' returned to Qi Shangshu's appearance, his face full of doubts: "What are you talking about? Old man?"

Lin Xuanji shook his head, ignored Qi Shangshu, but looked at Lin Ke in that noisy environment, and said in an extremely indifferent voice, "Lin Ke."

Because of these two words, although those ministers seemed to be arguing and fighting, their ears were all pricked up.

Lin Ke held a bamboo stick, neither humble nor overbearing: "Master Lin."

Lin Xuanji's expression didn't change at all. After Lin Ke responded, he said, "You and your mother are both lowly. I don't think you have such a poetic talent."

Lin Ke didn't answer, but looked at Lin Xuanji indifferently.

Seeing Lin Ke's eyes like this, Lin Xuanji stopped talking and maintained an indifferent expression.

Ever since, the two remained silent.

And the other major ministers had stopped making noise at some point, and Qi Qi stood in front of Lin Ke.

"Lin Ke, we are here mainly to tell you about the usefulness of bamboo sticks, so we can see you by the way." After speaking, Qi Shangshu looked down the table again, continuing the topic just now.

Lin Ke followed Qi Shangshu's gaze.

Under the table, when Lin Ke came up with the poem "The Saint Appears", everyone was already in a state of shutdown.

"Qi Shangshu, please save Chen Pingping." Lin Ke said.

Qi Shangshu focused on Chen Pingping, without turning his head, he said: "Who is that from the Baijia Department, save him quickly."

"The rejuvenation of the wonderful hand is better than the king of Hades." The minister of the Baijiabu was not annoyed, and immediately stepped forward to recite the poem.

Then, large green spots of light converged towards Chen Pingping's body.

"Huh?" However, seeing this huge amount of green light, everyone reacted differently.

"Such a serious injury?" Qi Shangshu was stunned for a moment, and then showed a sudden look, and asked the young man next to Chen Pingping: "Chen An, who is your father?"

Chen Pingping had already passed out at this time, and Chen An also collapsed and fell to the ground. He heard the words and replied: "My father is the storyteller Chen Pingping."

"Where's your mother?" Qi Shangshu looked at the huge amount of light, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Your father has suffered such a serious injury and is still alive? It seems to be an old injury... I have known him for more than ten years Right? Before you were born, who was your father?"

"I don't know..." Chen An was not stupid, he understood Qi Shangshu's words in an instant, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

And when everyone's attention was on Chen Pingping, Lin Ke said again: "By the way, Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si, you or your son, come and receive my stick."

Lin Ke raised the dark bamboo stick in his hand.

Everyone looked over again.

The Twelve Ministers are just like those who come to the theater.

"Why?" Master Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Siqiu frowned when he heard Lin Ke's words, not as condescending as before.

"Because your son lost to me, either he will take a blow from me, or you will take a blow from me." Lin Ke's expression was taken for granted.

Master Qiu immediately looked at Lin Xuanji.

Lin Xuanji nodded imperceptibly.

Seeing this scene, Lin Ke couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Could it be that Lin Xuanji and Mr. Qiu are subordinates?
Master Qiu received Lin Xuanji's approval, and immediately replied to Lin Ke: "My son has the appearance of a gentleman, and I deserve your stick."

The posture of a gentleman?
The posture of the great emperor is useless!Lin Ke smiled and looked at the young man surnamed Qiu.

"Yes, father." The son of Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si, the young man surnamed Qiu's expression changed slightly when he heard the words, but he could only bite the bullet and stepped forward.

It's just that when passing by his father, a jade pendant was blatantly thrown into his hand.

Everyone takes it for granted.

Qi Shangshu raised his brows and was about to speak out, and then Lin Xuanji and other Shangshus suddenly burst into aura.

The same is true for Qi Shangshu's Shangshu.

6v6.

Six ministers on each side exploded in momentum, unexpectedly reaching a delicate balance.

In this balance, the son of Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si walked towards Lin Ke step by step, his expression changed from hesitation to the original arrogance.

Especially seeing that in addition to Shangshu, there are strong men from the Ministry of Punishment and his father on his side.

On Lin Ke's side, Li Chungang was the only one behind, and his expression became even more unrestrained.

"You can't kill me." Walking in front of Lin Ke, Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si's son smiled: "Guess why?"

Lin Ke was too lazy to speak, and raised his arm slightly.

"Heh." Seeing that Lin Ke didn't speak, the son of Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si showed a mocking smile on his face, and stretched his neck over: "Come on, you kill me."

Lin Ke grinned: "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, the bamboo stick slammed forward, the wind whistled, and countless visions burst out.

Seeing this strange situation, all the ministers in the realm of gentlemen were suffocated, and their expressions changed completely.

"This bamboo stick?!"

"It turned out to be such a treasure, it can even reach the edge of the treasure."

"Absorb vision? What kind of treasure is this, it can be regarded as the first in the world?"

"It's a rare treasure to be able to absorb visions for your own use! The old man is even willing to exchange the treasure."

"Well, I just don't know if the word Your Majesty has been absorbed into it."

"If that's the case, it would be terrifying..."

"Yes! Your Majesty's 'Jinkou Yuyan', who can stop? Who dares to stop?"

The various ministers who were still in conflict just now had a good time and were discussing one after another, as if admiring some beautiful scenery.

However, on the other side, Lord Zuo Siqiu of Jingzhao Mansion was furious: "Zhuzi dare you?!"

His breath surged, his figure flew into the air, and then was stopped by Li Chungang: "Haha, he is a bastard, he just dares!"

At the beginning, the unknown strongman of the Ministry of Justice stood motionless behind the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, like a wooden sculpture.

So, in this scene of movement and stillness, movement and stillness, neither movement nor stillness, Lin Ke's bamboo stick is inserted straight into the young man's throat.

"Pfft!!"

This thick, dark, 18-centimeter-long, hard bamboo stick violently pierced the young man's throat.

Immediately, there was blood pouring out.

And the jade pendant in the young man's hand has also been broken, scattered on the ground, dull.

Seeing this scene, the ministers spoke up.

"How many times a second? Seven or eight times?"

"Hahaha! This kid has been chopping firewood at old man Lin's place for more than ten years. He is just a jade pendant with a literary heart. It will break if you touch it! Haha! Ha!"

"Worthy of being the son of Lin Shangshu, seven or eight times a second, his son is like a father!"

"Hey, that makes sense."

"A double entendre, scolding and boasting, praise and criticism, Qi Shangshu's literary standards have greatly improved! I am afraid that he will be able to reach the second step of a gentleman soon."

"Extremely great!"

"It's reasonable and reasonable."

"I am over-flattered."

The ministers chatted again, not caring about the death of the son of Zuo Si in Jingzhao Mansion.

In this era, it is troublesome for Ping Ji to die.

The son of a lowly person and an official, he died when he died.

No one cares about the former, while the latter will implement "a small intolerance will lead to chaos and a big conspiracy", and it will not happen.

And Lin Ke also took back his bamboo stick, and said softly, "Who says you can't kill someone without a gun?"

When the bamboo stick was first formed, it was just a phantom.

However, under the blessing of the Holy Emperor's word "quasi", it turned into a real thing directly, and it even became a so-called "treasure".

This gem is effective.

Absorb the vision for your own use!
Absorb the vision of fire to become flames, and absorb the vision of water to produce water.

And what did his bamboo stick absorb?

Brother Xun's anger of public opinion, coupled with the vision of the poet sage, coupled with the word "accurate"...

In fact, the most important thing is the word "accurate", which can be directly compared with the vision of "the saint appears", which makes Lin Ke admire the cultivation of the holy emperor very much.

Suppressing heaven and earth should not be fake.

And for so many bonuses, Lin Ke only used a little bit, plus the muscle memory brought by his own chopping wood, and the experience of grinding tofu, wearing a panlong bracelet to draw, serving tea and water, and dancing during this period of time. The exercise that brings...

Three seconds, 98 times!

"boom!!"

The young man's body fell down, blood flowed out of his body, and "literary energy" gurgled.

"You all heard it! He asked me to kill him!"

(End of this chapter)