"Perhaps Mr. Lin has other specialties..."
Some girls whispered, but no one cared.
Specialty?
Facial specialty? What's your specialty?
But no matter how long it is, the opponent opposite is Qi Ye!
The son of Shangshu, that is Shangshu!
"Don't you believe my brother?" Pan Xiaowu appeared with a cup of freshly baked milk tea in his hand.
Because many people came out to watch the show, there was no queue at Shopkeeper Tong's place, so Pan Xiaowu went there first and asked for milk tea before coming over.
"Believe it? What do you believe in it?" Someone answered Pan Xiaowu: "Qi Ye is a Tongyi warrior. Even if he doesn't use martial arts power, he is still a Confucian scholar, and what about Lin Ke?"
"I don't allow you to talk about my brother like that!" Pan Xiaowu shouted: "I can't help but ask, how can you let my brother go? You are little Heizi, aren't you?"
"Little Heizi? Named after 'Hei' and 'Boy', my language just now was quite inappropriate. I did not discredit it, I was just telling the truth." The person chatting with Pan Xiaowu shook his head.
"Although my brother is a lowly person, he can still defeat Qi Ye and this guy from Zuo Si of Jingzhao Prefecture!" Pan Xiaowu didn't care about that and defended Lin Ke in every possible way.
This made the young man helpless: "You don't know the difference between ordinary people and Tongyijing!"
"Everyone knows that my way of being a scholar can be divided into nine levels: Confucian scholar, scholar, Confucian scholar, scholar, great Confucian, gentleman, semi-sage, sub-sage, and saint.
Although there is no ninth realm except for the Three Masters, the eight realms of martial arts are also good, namely, Wusheng, Tongti, Tongyi, Tongshen, Wuwang, Passage, Unity and Great Shore. "
Having said this, the young man pointed in the direction behind him: "Although Qi Ye only has the third realm, which is the Tongyi realm, within five steps he can even rival those in the Confucian realm, let alone a Confucian scholar..."
"So what?!" Pan Xiaowu didn't understand what the young man was saying at all: "I know some scholars. My neighbor's son is the son of a bitch. He reads a book all day long. I can slap him. Kill him!"
As he spoke, Pan Xiaowu shook his thick arms, causing the wind to roar and the people around him to retreat quickly.
"It's different, miss." The young man shook his head again: "There are differences between scholars and people who have read books."
He sighed with emotion: "In the realm of Confucian scholars, one can repel invading enemies with a single word; a scholar has a bright mind and a bright vision, and people who are not from the court cannot easily harm the body; in the realm of Confucian scholars, there are no restrictions on speech, writing, etc., and everything can be spoken in a coherent manner. You can use your words and witty words, or you can recite a line of poetry and make your words come true..."
"Under such circumstances, a Tongyi warrior who can resist or even compete with a Confucian-level being with just his physical body, do you think he is powerful?"
"Moreover, I'm afraid Mr. Lin won't even be able to bear the word 'go' from Qi Ye, a Confucian scholar!"
After saying this, the young man ignored Pan Xiaowu and turned back toward Tongfu Restaurant: "Milk tea is delicious. I have to drink more before Lin Ke loses..."
Pan Xiaowu suddenly became furious: "Stop! What did you say?"
While Pan Xiaowu was talking to the unknown young master, the tension between Lin Ke, who was hanging upside down on the tea shop table, and the young man from Jingzhao Yin Zuosi had already become tense.
Butcher Zhang also kept an eye on him, fearing that Lin Ke would be injured.
After all, when it comes to Wen Dou, he is still considered to be an elder. It is not easy for him to intervene if the juniors want Wen Dou.
And the most important thing is that it seems that Lin Ke is not afraid of that young man.
"Lin Ke, now that you have spoken out the poem, what else will you compare with later?"
The Wonderland Painting Studio is next to the Hanging Mountain Tea Shop, and the voice at this time came from Wang Lin.
"It doesn't matter." Lin Ke shook his head slightly: "Poetry comes from inspiration and does not need to be elaborately crafted. Today I want to write a poem, so why should I be afraid that I have no words?"
Wang Lin raised her eyebrows and stopped talking.
What she considered was that this young man came with a purpose. The young man's purpose was probably to consume Lin Ke's poem manuscript.
The purpose is to make Lin Ke have no poems to use when he competes with Qi Ye a month later!
But seeing that Lin Ke was confident, she didn't question Lin Ke again.
Young people, if they don't listen to the advice of the elderly, are either self-confident or arrogant.
She felt that Lin Ke was not an arrogant person and had always been very humble.
Lin Ke looked at the young man who claimed to be the son of Zuo Si of Jingzhao Prefecture, with calm eyes: "Whatever poem you are comparing, you can give me any topic, and I will accept it!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
“Damn, he’s so handsome and domineering, I like him!”
"Sure enough, Brother Lin's appearance is worthy of the title of a god in solving crimes!"
"Hmph, I'm not ashamed to say that, his opponent is a Confucian scholar..."
"Ah! This common man actually dares to say that Brother Lin is arrogant. Who among Jimei understands..."
When the young man heard Lin Ke's words, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Ke. No one can write a poem casually. Many people can write a poem because they have drafted it before.
So he thought Lin Ke might have something, but not much!
Human talent and affection are limited.
"How?" Jingzhao Yin Zuosi's son looked at Lin Ke and narrowed his eyes: "Don't you dare?"
Of course his purpose here was not to fight with Lin Ke, nor was he simply looking for trouble.
As Wang Lin said, she just wanted to consume Lin Ke's talent in advance.
"What's the topic?" Lin Ke's eyes remained calm.
accepted!
Lin Ke agreed!
The expressions of the onlookers all became excited.
A lowly detective master and a Confucian scholar actually competed in poetry?
The smile on the young man's face became even brighter: "Since you are from a lowly position, then use the title 'lowly' as the seven-character rule, can you do it?"
"Yes." Lin Ke said directly: "Would you come first or should I?"
"Of course I came first." The young man read the poem directly.
"Live like an ant and deceive yourself,"
"A lowly wife is a prostitute, so please forgive me."
"Sad and sad, with a yellow face,"
“What’s worse than a sage who can shepherd all the people?”
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind naturally rose, causing the young man's clothes to move automatically without any wind.
At the same time, a force suddenly descended within a hundred miles around.
"This...is this a vision?!"
someone exclaimed.
At this time, a force came from somewhere, and there were sudden blows within a hundred miles. Thick dark clouds appeared in the sky and suppressed them.
Everyone suddenly felt a strange feeling.
Civilians don't feel much.
But people with honorable status and humble status have outstanding feelings one by one.
A person with high status feels that his body is slightly relaxed, as if he is standing on the clouds.
The lowly person felt as if his legs were about to be crushed by the thick black cloud.
At the same time, an invisible aura enveloped him, and the lowly person could only feel that his body was heavy, and the power in his body seemed to have been drained away.
People with high status seem to draw strength from people with low status.
"This is... a vision!"
"Bailixiang Vision?!"
Someone exclaimed, pointing at the young man and being speechless.
Lin Ke was stunned.
Baili ring?
What a bad name is this...
Why does it feel like the name of a firecracker?
At the same time, Lin Ke felt the power being drained from his body and took a step with concentration.
