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

Chapter 59
"Straight!!!"

Master Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Siqiu let out a loud shout, unexpectedly overwhelming Li Chungang.

Lin Ke looked cold, holding a bamboo stick, and the next moment he was going to trigger the vision stored in the bamboo stick.

He killed the young man with Brother Xun's public opinion anger, and also consumed that vision.

However, he still has songs about the hut being broken by the autumn wind, and there are "quasi".

"Whoosh-"

Lin Ke raised his hand, and there was a sound of wind on the bamboo stick.

"Shut up." Qi Shangshu stood up and grabbed Lin Ke's bamboo stick: "Don't waste this thing, it will save your life."

Then he stood in front of Lin Ke, blocked Jing Zhaoyin Zuosi's impact, his eyes were indifferent: "Don't force me to kill you."

As soon as the words came out, Qi Shangshu's heart suddenly lit up with a faint light, and at the same time there was a thumping heartbeat.

Hearing the heartbeat, Lin Ke only felt a scene of human race fighting with various monsters and ethnic groups in front of him.

"Great Confucianism? Is Qi Shangshu really serious?"

"We're just here to take a look, aren't we? Why is Qi Tianxia angry?"

"Qi Tianxia protects Lin Ke, Lin Ke's father's people kill Lin Ke, hey, it's fun."

"Since we are angry, let's not get involved."

The ministers next to him saw the light shining on Qi Tianxia's chest, and they all reacted.

Lin Shangshu, on the other hand, had a gloomy complexion, turned around and disappeared without much movement.

The same is true for several other Shangshu.

Only Qi Tianxia and others were left.

Mr. Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Siqiu saw that the general situation was over, and his face suddenly became depressed.

He stepped forward to pick up his son's body, glanced at Lin Ke with resentment, and then disappeared in place.

Seeing this, Lin Ke didn't move too much, retracted the bamboo stick and stood on the spot.

When Qi Shangshu saw this, his face returned to the original one.

He turned around, smiled, and patted Lin Ke on the shoulder: "Young man, work hard."

Then the body also slowly dissipated in place, and even the other ministers disappeared.

gone!

All gone!

The talents around the stage are like waking up from a dream.

Everything just happened so fast that they could barely react.

Squeeze it.

What are they boys and girls doing here?

At first, they came here to take a look at the so-called Mr. Lin, who is a master at solving crimes.

and then?
Then I learned that Mr. Lin actually created something called milk tea, which is delicious.

Then again?

Someone made trouble, everyone ran out, and then Mr. Lin was forced to write a poem, and then he made a poem about ghosts and gods crying, and then he was suppressed, and then he directly sang poems to alarm the Holy Emperor...

So fantastic!

It's so fantastic!

It's too sci-fi!

They lived in a pool of stagnant water for many years, and they either studied or read books between them.

The most interesting thing is to hold a poetry club, invite a few [-]-year-old girls in the poetry club, and then squeeze out the little ink in my stomach to show off.

Don't say that the most advanced saint has appeared.

The sage appears, a hundred families sing, the heaven and the earth startle, spread to the world, the wind and cloud move, ghosts and gods weep, thousands of miles chant, and hundreds of miles resound.

Anyone who can make a hundred miles sound is afraid that he will become famous directly.

And what about today?

Not to mention that the saint has appeared, in the end, the emperor directly approved it.

"I...how do I feel like I'm dreaming?"

"Me too! But does this dream make sense?"

"Ancestor! I, Han Li, have seen the ancestors of my Han family!"

"Your ancestor, Han Feizi? Disrespect, disrespect, I am the descendant of my grandson."

"Long time, long time."

Everyone began to discuss, and after discussing for a while, many people suddenly realized, and then looked at the stage.

Lin Ke had already got off the storytelling table and stood beside Chen Pingping.

At this time, Butcher Zhang had already woken up, and stood next to Lin Ke with a machete, and so did Li Chungang.

They looked at Chen Pingping who didn't seem to wake up at all, and they were a little dignified at each other.

"Teacher, what should we do?" Lin Ke knelt down and checked Chen Pingping's breath, then raised his head and asked Li Chungang.

Currently, Li Chungang is the one with the highest cultivation here.

"It should be that Chen Pingping has an old injury." Li Chungang also squatted down: "Although his physical injury has recovered, but this time the injury seems to have triggered a chain reaction, causing his old injury to recur... Huh?"

As he said that, Li Chungang suddenly let out a sigh.

Then he raised his eyebrows: "Great Confucianism?"

Great Confucianism!

Lin Ke immediately cast doubtful eyes on Li Chungang.

Li Chungang immediately explained: "The nine realms of Confucianism are the realm of Confucian scholars, scholars, scholars, scholars, great Confucians, gentlemen, semi-sages, sub-sages, and saints of Confucius."

"If you want to reach the great Confucian state, you must gather the great Confucian heart. The great Confucian heart is the most important thing in the next few realms. In a sense, you can truly set foot on Confucianism and Taoism after you have condensed the great Confucian heart."

Great Confucian heart!

Everyone suddenly looked surprised.

Lin Ke was thoughtful: "So, Uncle Chen used to be a strong Confucianist?"

Chen An's face was gloomy at this moment: "I don't know..."

It doesn't matter what his father used to be, the important thing is that he only wants his father to live now.

"Let's carry your father into the house first." Lin Ke suggested.

As soon as the voice fell, those who responded gathered.

"Mr. Lin, let me help!"

"I'm strong! Brother, I'm coming!"

"My family can help Mr. Lin squeeze his shoulders to relieve fatigue."

"The little girl can help the son beat his legs, it must be very tiring to move people~"

The surrounding people gathered around one by one.

Lin Ke and Shopkeeper Tong glanced at each other, and a lot of words were exchanged in the eyes instantly.

As a result, Lin Ke immediately said: "Ke thanked everyone here! You can go to Tongfu Restaurant to drink milk tea later, and I will give you a [-]% discount! Put it on my account!"

"Where is it! See you, brother!"

"That's right! Mr. Lin's poems are rare in the world, it's really admirable!"

"I can only admire Brother Lin. Do something to congratulate the birth of this poem!"

"That's right!"

"The little girl admires Mr. Lin, but only hates her own daughter, and cannot help Mr. Lin get justice."

"Young Master Lin, Gao Yi!"

The people around became more and more enthusiastic after hearing Lin Ke's treat.

In the end, Chen Pingping was supported by everyone in the center and carried back to the house.

Then Chen An closed the door, everyone understood Chen An's mood, and quit the storytelling shop.

Lin Ke led the crowd to Tongfu Restaurant, accompanied by shopkeeper Tong and Bai Zhantang to greet these visitors.

Li Chungang returned to the tofu shop, Wang Lin returned to the painting workshop, Zhang Butcher returned to the butcher's shop, and they all closed their doors.

It was not until night that Lin Ke returned to his yard.

Lying on the bed, with his arms pillowed, he began to think carefully and review everything that happened today.

In short, today's harvest...

too big!
Huge catch!
From his time travel to today, it can be said that he has always been passive, confused, ignorant and weak.

However, it will definitely be different after today.

Lin Ke sat up, looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, his eyes flickered.

(End of this chapter)