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

Chapter 79 The Novelist and the Power of the Imagination
"I... I... I'm just scared..."

Shocked by Ye Jun's aura, the plum blossom tree spirit didn't dare to look up at them for a moment: "They... they said it's fine to say this... I don't know..."

they?

Element Awareness!

Whether it is Lin Ke, Wang Lin, or Ye Jun, they are all quick-witted people.

At this time, he was keenly aware of the vocabulary in the plum tree spirit's mouth.

"them"!
Who are "they"?
Is there anyone behind the scenes?
"Who told you that?" Lin Ke squatted down so that the angle of view was parallel to the dryad boy, but the cat tail DuangDuang behind his butt was shaking.

"If you don't tell me, I'll hand you over to the Tree Spirit Division of the Spirit and Monster Department right now." Ye Jun stood behind Lin Ke and added: "I'm not talented, but Ye Jun, the number one scholar in the previous generation of the Holy Dynasty."

No. [-]!

Who doesn't know this title in the land of China?

The number one scholar of the first generation of the Great Wei Dynasty is now the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, forging thousands of weapons of the Great Wei.

The second generation champion of the Ministry of War, Shangshu, is now suppressing the land of China. Countless small countries and races are trembling, for fear of offending Wei Tianwei.

Afterwards, although the number one scholar was not as good as these two, he was still extremely powerful, and his reputation shook the past and the present.

And now, Ye Jun, the champion of the previous generation, is standing in front of him.

"Like... like... the number one scholar?"

The Plum Blossom Tree Spirit shook his body, and a small pool of green sap appeared at his feet, exuding the fragrance of the trees.

Of course he knows how the number one scholar exists.

"Hehe, did you pee?" Wang Lin raised her eyebrows when she saw this, and took out a porcelain bottle, and the branches on the ground flew up and poured into the bottle: "The juice of flowers, plants and trees is a good thing, it's like a dragon raising its head. Let's break up together."

Lin Ke:?
Sister, where did you get all these weird knowledge?

"So, tell me, who 'they' are."

At this time, Ye Jun's face became serious, quite majestic, and his voice was trembling, similar to the great Confucian chant that Qi Shangshu used before.

Not only that, Ye Jun's eyes even gushed out two white lights, which directly reflected on the plum tree spirit: "Tell me!"

The plum tree spirit was so frightened that she fell to the ground directly: "I said, I said! It was a head catcher who told me!"

Here comes the headhunter!

Linke frowned.

All headhunters in the capital are managed by Jing Zhaoyin.

It seems that Master Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Siqiu is about to start revenge?

He killed Master Qiu's son with a bamboo stick before, so it would be reasonable for Master Qiu to take revenge.

Fortunately, there are many big bosses around him, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to last a day.

For example, this time, the plum tree spirit of the second realm.

Without Wang Lin and Ye Jun, Lin Ke might not be able to cope with the past, maybe he would have to recite poems.

Fortunately, he met Qi Shangshu, fortunately, Qi Shangshu threw him into this slum that seemed to be full of cheap people.

Poverty and kindness and evil are not necessarily related.

"Catch the head?" At this time, the white light in Ye Jun's eyes gradually went out, and he turned his head to look somewhere in the sky through the ceiling: "Inspector, I will treat you to drink flower wine another day."

Bookishness cannot be used for no reason in the capital. Whenever there are fluctuations in bookishness, aura, or magic energy, there will naturally be inspectors to remind them.

It was the same this time, but the man saw that Ye Jun was the number one scholar, and he probably had seen it before, so he didn't come down to question and blame him.

"How to deal with it?" Wang Lin ignored Ye Jun and looked at Lin Ke.

Lin Ke looked at the plum tree spirit in front of him, but his eyes suddenly lit up: "By the way, can you write or draw? Or...are you good at scaring people?"

……

After dealing with the plum tree spirit, Lin Ke worked hard all day before returning home.

But then he was called out again.

It's Chen An from the Upside Down Camellia Tea Shop.

The facade of the inverted camellia shop is not bad, spacious, bright and clean.

But the back room is cramped and small, with only simple furniture.

When he came to the back room of the tea shop, Chen Pingping was lying on the hospital bed and hadn't woken up yet. Although his face was ruddy, he was still alive.

"Is your father still not getting better?" Lin Ke looked at Chen Pingping on the hospital bed, and asked Chen An with concern.

"No." Speaking of his father, Chen An also looked a little gloomy: "Father is already very old, plus he had an old injury before, and was injured by that surnamed Qiu, now..."

"Those people are indeed rampant..." Lin Ke also frowned at this time: "It's a pity that you and I have no cultivation."

But at this time, Chen An said solemnly: "Because of this, brother Lin, I have decided to start as a novelist, enter Confucianism and Taoism, and master power."

"Novelist?" Lin Ke raised his eyebrows: "I'm here to tell you by the way that Jingzhaoyin Zuosi may send people to target us recently, so you have to be careful... But novelist? You have a novelist inheritance ?”

Before, Chen An was the first to stand up to refute Jing Zhaoyin Zuo Si and the others.

Lin Ke admires this kind of person who has no reliance but is proud.

But Lin Ke didn't know that Chen An actually had the inheritance of a novelist?
You must know that introducing bookishness is easy to say, but it also requires the corresponding power of a novelist.

How the novelist's imagination is generated, how it enters the body, how it operates, etc., all of these need to have a corresponding process.

You don't have to enter as you want, you must conform to the Tao of this world.

And the novelist's way is exactly the semi-sacred power of the Spring and Autumn Period——Yu Chu, the first novel way he imprinted in the world.

Those who want to take this path need to read his "Yu Chu Zhou Shuo" to draw Qi into the body.

The problem is, the semi-holy families in this world are firmly controlling the works of their ancestors, where can Chen An find "Yu Chuzhou Talk"?

However, he thought of Chen Pingping lying on the hospital bed, and he immediately understood.

"My book is here." Sure enough, Chen An also took out a crumpled book from behind: "My mother's real name is Yuxi, and she comes from the semi-sage Yuchu family."

That's it!

Lin Ke was stunned when he heard the words, and his face was relieved: "That's good."

Chen An is probably the third person on this street who is helpless besides him and Bai Zhantang.

Bai Zhantang is easy to say, there is a shopkeeper.

Lin Ke also has his own method of self-protection. For example, if he recites "Qinyuanchun Changsha", it is estimated that the world will collapse.

But Chen An was different.

There used to be Chen Pingping, but now Chen Pingping's old injury has recurred. As an ordinary person, it is really difficult for him to resist Jing Zhaoyin Zuosi's dark hands.

But looking at it today, if Chen An succeeds in becoming a member of the novelist, that would be a bit of a guarantee.

"Brother Lin, the other thing I want to say is..." Chen An looked at Lin Ke with burning eyes, "Why don't you become a novelist with me?"

Hearing this, Lin Ke was a little surprised: "Are you willing to share it with me? This is your family heirloom!"

In this era, sharing books with others, especially books that can be enlightened, is like sharing money with others.

Would you share your ancestors' hard-earned wealth with others?

At least, most people in this era don't.

(End of this chapter)