"Shu Zi!!!"
Jingzhao Yin Zuo Siqiu gave a loud shout and actually overpowered Li Chungang.
Lin Ke looked cold and held a bamboo stick in his hand. He was about to trigger the vision inside the bamboo stick at the next moment.
He used Brother Xun's fury of public opinion to kill the young man and consume the vision.
However, he also has songs about thatched cottage being broken by the autumn wind and "accurate" ones.
"Huhu——"
Lin Ke raised his hand, and the sound of wind appeared on the bamboo stick.
"Stop it." Qi Shangshu stood up and held Lin Ke's bamboo stick: "Don't waste this thing, it will save your life."
Then he stood in front of Lin Ke, blocking Jingzhao Yin Zuosi's impact, his eyes 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 pounding heartbeat.
Hearing the heartbeat, Lin Ke felt a scene of humans fighting with various monsters and ethnic groups appearing in front of him.
"A great Confucian scholar? Is Qi Shangshu serious?"
"We're just here to take a look, aren't we? Why is Qi Tianxia so angry?"
"Qi Tianxia protects Lin Ke, Lin Ke's father's men kill Lin Ke, hey, it's fun."
"Since we are angry, let's not get involved."
The ministers nearby saw the light shining on Qi Tianxia's chest, and all of them reacted.
Lin Shangshu, on the other hand, had a gloomy look on his face, turned around and disappeared without making much movement.
The same is true for several other ministers.
Only Qi Tianxia and others were left.
Seeing that the situation was over, Mr. Qiu, the Zuo Si of Jingzhao Yin, suddenly became depressed.
He stepped forward to pick up his son's body, glanced at Lin Ke with a resentful look, and then disappeared from the spot.
Lin Ke didn't make too many moves when he saw this, he retracted his bamboo stick and stood there.
Upon seeing this, Shangshu Qi's expression returned to its original state.
He turned around, smiled, and patted Lin Ke on the shoulder: "Young man, do your best."
Then the body slowly dissipated in place, and the other ministers also disappeared.
gone!
All gone!
The people around the audience seemed to be waking up from a dream.
What just happened happened so fast that they could barely react.
Stroke around.
What are these gentlemen and ladies here doing?
At first, they came over to see the so-called Mr. Shenlin who solved the case.
Then what?
Then I learned that Mr. Lin actually created something called milk tea, which was delicious.
What next?
Someone was making trouble, and everyone ran out. Then Mr. Lin was forced to write poems, and then he came up with poems about ghosts and gods, and then he was suppressed, and then he directly recited poems to alert the Holy Emperor...
It’s so fantasy!
So fantastic!
It’s so sci-fi!
They have lived in a backwater for many years, either studying or studying.
The most interesting thing is to hold a poetry party, invite a few 28-year-old women to the poetry party, and then squeeze out the few ink in your belly to show off.
Don't talk about the appearance of the highest-level saint.
Saints appear, hundreds of families sing, heaven and earth are shocked, spread all over the world, wind and clouds stir, ghosts and gods cry, thousands of miles of singing, hundreds of miles of sound.
Anyone who can make a hundred-mile ring will become famous immediately.
And today?
Not to mention the saint appearing, the emperor finally got it right.
"I...why do I feel like I'm dreaming?"
"Me too! But does this dream have any meaning?"
"Ancestor! I, Han Li, saw my ancestor of the Han family!"
"Your ancestor Han Feizi? That's disrespectful. I am the grandson's queen."
"I have admired you for a long time."
Everyone started talking about it. After discussing for a while, many people suddenly reacted and looked towards the stage.
Lin Ke had already gotten off the storytelling platform and was standing next to Chen Pingping.
At this time, Butcher Zhang had woken up and was standing next to Lin Ke with a machete in his hand, as was Li Chungang.
They looked at Chen Pingping, who didn't seem to wake up at all, and looked a little solemn to each other.
"Teacher, what should I do?" Lin Ke squatted down and checked Chen Pingping's breathing, then raised his head and asked Li Chungang.
Currently, the person with the highest cultivation level here is Li Chungang.
"It should be that Chen Pingping has an old injury." Li Chungang also squatted down: "Although his physical injuries have been recovered, this injury seems to have triggered a chain reaction, causing his old injuries to relapse... Huh?"
As he spoke, Li Chungang suddenly let out a light sigh.
Then he raised his eyebrows: "Great Confucian Realm?"
Great scholar!
Lin Ke immediately cast doubtful eyes on Li Chungang.
Li Chungang immediately explained: "The nine realms of Confucianism are respectively the Confucian realm, the scholar realm, the Confucian scholar realm, the scholar realm, the great Confucian realm, the gentleman realm, the semi-saint realm, the sub-saint realm, and the holy realm of Confucius."
"If you want to reach the realm of Confucianism, you must gather the heart of Confucianism. The heart of Confucianism is the most important thing in the latter stages. In a sense, only after you have gathered the heart of Confucianism can you truly embark on Confucianism."
Great Confucianism!
Everyone immediately showed a look of astonishment.
Lin Ke was thoughtful: "So, Uncle Chen was once a powerful Confucian?"
Chen An looked gloomy at this time: "I don't know either..."
It doesn't matter what his father was in the past, what's important is that now he just wants his father to live.
"Let's carry your father into the house first." Lin Ke suggested.
As soon as the words were spoken, responders gathered.
"Master Lin, let me help you!"
"I'm strong! Brother, I'll do it!"
"The slave family can help Mr. Lin relieve his fatigue by massaging his shoulders."
"The little girl can help the young master with his legs. It must be very tiring to move people~"
The surrounding people gathered around one by one.
Lin Ke and Shopkeeper Tong looked at each other and exchanged many words in their eyes.
As a result, Lin Ke immediately said: "Ke would like to thank you all! You can go to Tongfu Restaurant to drink milk tea later. I will give you a 20% discount! It will be credited to my account!"
"Where is it! Brother, see you outside!"
"That's right! Mr. Lin's poems are rare in the world and are really admirable!"
"We can only admire Brother Lin. We should do something to congratulate the birth of this poem!"
"That's right!"
"The little girl admires Mr. Lin, but she only hates that she is a daughter and cannot help Mr. Lin seek justice."
"Young Master Lin is so righteous!"
The people around him became even more enthusiastic after hearing Lin Ke's invitation.
In the end, Chen Pingping was supported by everyone in the middle and carried back to the house.
Then Chen An closed the door. Everyone understood Chen An's mood and exited the storyteller shop.
Lin Ke led everyone 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, and Butcher Zhang returned to the butcher shop, but they all stayed behind closed doors.
It wasn't until night that Lin Ke returned to his yard.
Lying on the bed, resting his arms on his head, he began to carefully think and review everything that had happened today.
To put it simply, today’s harvest…
too big!
Huge gain!
From the time he traveled through time to today, it can be said that he has always been passive, confused, ignorant and weak.
However, things will definitely be different after today.
Lin Ke sat up and looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, his eyes twinkling.
