Chapter 126 Good disciple, here comes the teacher(s)!
Author: Xiaobaibai's
Chapter 126 Good disciple, here comes the teacher(s)!
"call--"
got windy.
The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!
As soon as the voices of these two poems fell, everyone felt the boundless literary energy sweeping down from somewhere.
The mighty cultural energy turned into a strange phenomenon of sea water, and the entire imperial capital was covered.
The literary spirit of Baili Xiang that had just been condensed by Qi Ye suddenly became part of the massive literary spirit.
And in the sea water, a huge figure suddenly rushed out.
"Uh!!!!"
With a cry, the giant leaped up from the water and transformed into a bird.
Kunpeng!
Roc bird!
Zhuang Zhou said: There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that you don’t know how many miles it is; if it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. With the back of a Peng, you don’t know how many miles it has; if it flies in anger, its distance is unknown.
Wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.
At this time, the wings of the roc covered the entire 30,000-mile radius of the Imperial Capital.
"One day the great roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles."
"If the wind stops and comes down, it can still blow away the water."
"When people see me, they all sneer when they hear my great words."
"My father-in-law is still afraid of future generations, but my husband must not be young."
A complete poem resounded throughout the world.
Even amidst that vast amount of literary energy, the light curtains that stretched over the Imperial Capital were a little unstable.
"Certainly."
In the end, it was the short and fat minister of the Ministry of Industry who spoke out and stabilized the light curtains.
At this time, countless people were shocked and speechless.
This... what level is this?
A shocking poem?!
besides.
It was just a prologue, and the two of them were already facing each other?
A poem with a hundred miles of sound came from Qi Ye, and you, Lin Ke, were shocked!
How many years has it been since the poem that shocked heaven and earth appeared?
From birth to now, some people have never even heard of people reciting poems and having visions, let alone ones that are astonishing to the heavens and the earth.
However, in these three months, they were repeatedly hit by the emotion of "shock".
Today, this feeling of surprise has reached its peak.
Even the opening remarks are already at this level, so how does it really compare?
At the same time, countless people also moved.
"Okay, well said! Compare yourself to the roc bird mentioned by Zhuang Zhou Daxian. The roc will one day fly with the wind and fly up to the sky with the help of the wind."
At this time, Fang Yun, the dean of Zhulu Academy, spoke happily, and his voice echoed throughout the capital.
"If the wind stops and the roc flies down, it can still raise the water in the rivers and seas. People in the world see 'I' always singing high-pitched tunes, and sneer when they hear 'I's heroic words. Confucius also said, 'The next generation is to be feared.
How dare you despise young people?"
The dean named Fang Yun first explained Lin Ke's poem, and then continued: "Such a poem of clear ambition reminds me of the past when I studied hard... Lin Ke loves his disciple, I wonder if you can give this poem to me.
?”
At the same time, a clear voice also spread between heaven and earth:
"Can."
"This poem is called "A Gift to My Master Fang Yun"."
Lin Ke's voice was very calm, without any fluctuation.
But as a result, powerful voices rang out from heaven to earth.
"My mother! Fang Yun, this old cunning guy, damn it, I want to compete with him too!"
"He's his mother! Remember to give me a kick and tell him to go down the road! Bah, I'll do it myself!"
"You're still asking for help! Damn it! I'm going to summon 60,000 disciples from our academy to attack Zhulu Academy!"
"Ahhhhh! So cunning! Fang Yun is so cunning! I really want to replace him!"
Voices screamed and roared there, and the sky over the capital suddenly became chaotic.
If you know, you will say that this is a group of great scholars sharing sorrow and hatred.
For those who don’t know, they probably think it’s a group of demons dancing around.
Why?
Because this poem is called "Giving My Master Fang Luck"!
Damn it, won't Fang Yun be immortalized forever?
This is simply infuriating!
And amidst this chaos, a figure also appeared on several screens.
A completely different voice than Qi Ye.
An ordinary young man, wearing ordinary cloth clothes, a pair of straw sandals at his feet, and holding an ordinary bamboo stick.
However, this young man's eyes were as bright as stars.
There was no one around him, only neighbors with their doors open one by one.
"Haha! Brother Lin, you can definitely do it!" Butcher Zhang laughed loudly, half of his belly jumped out of his white coat, and his chest and abdomen were extremely hairy: "I support you!"
"Teacher, I cheer for you!" Wu Daozi was like a little beggar, holding the drawing board and cheering Lin Ke, with a bright red face.
"Brother Lin, I believe you." Chen An actually helped the pale Chen Pingping out at this time, with the old man from before beside him.
"Master Lin, come on!"
"Hehehe, beat that man!"
"That's right, sisters, cheer for you!"
The matchmaker and a group of beautiful women stood in front of Tingqu Goulan Gate, and Bingbing was among them.
On the opposite side, shopkeeper Tong and Bai Zhantang were drinking milk tea and cheering Lin Ke on.
"Lin Ke, beat up that boy!"
"Lin Ke, remember to share your bonus with the store!"
Shopkeeper Tong smiled, while Bai Zhantang sat on the bench and cheered loudly.
Lin Ke's voice also echoed on the screen.
"Haha, just watch, Brother Zhang!"
"Wu Daozi, look at my master's way of painting!"
"Oh my god, Chen An, help your father in quickly!"
"Thank you so much to the matchmaker and sisters, Xiaolin will definitely come on!"
"Shopkeeper, are you going too far? I won't give it to you."
"Hey, Zhan Tang, I'll treat you to a drink some other time after I win!"
Lin Ke clasped his fists at his neighbors one by one, speaking ordinary words with a smile on his face.
Friendly, kind, easy-going, and approachable.
"this……"
At this time, the onlookers were shocked when they saw this scene.
What the hell!
This is a competition that the whole city is watching!
Brother, even if you don’t know many people, you should at least put on some makeup, or rather decorate it, right?
Why is it that behind Qi Ye there are many geniuses, geniuses, Taoists, eminent monks, Confucian scholars, and soldiers?
Why do everyone around you look like crooked melons and dates? Butchers, matchmakers, little beggars, restaurant owners, waiters...
How the hell does this compare?
But at this time, some people also spoke.
"Haha, I think I like this Mr. Lin Ke better." A blind man who set up a fortune-telling stall at the entrance of the vegetable market stroked his beard and laughed.
"Yes, yes, I kind of like this guy." At the door of a ruined temple, an old monk was leading a young monk to drink wild vegetable porridge. At this time, he also smiled widely: "I think this guy is more like a Buddhist.
,Ha ha!"
On the side of the road, a muscular man with one arm opened his one eye and said, "The art of military service is to secure the people and protect them...it's interesting."
At the same time, countless people in the streets and alleys also spoke separately.
Regardless of whether you are an ordinary person or not, you all feel...
This kind of Mr. Lin Ke is more friendly than the rumors, and more real than the colorful Qiye team over there.
"I like it! Hehe, I'm just a vegetable seller, but we also like Mr. Lin Ke!"
"Yes, yes, it would be great if my daughter had such a good boy!"
"My family is the same! I don't want her to marry rich and powerful, but I want her to marry safely, smoothly and happily."
"Who isn't!"
In the streets and alleys, almost everyone is watching the big screen, just like watching TV.
And just as everyone was talking about it, some voices suddenly sounded:
"What's going on? This is totally unreasonable. How can my disciple not show respect? He is here as a teacher!"
"Young man Qi simply doesn't take me seriously! I can't bear it anymore! Disciple, I'll help you master!"
"Good disciple, here you come as a teacher!"
"Jiejie, Jiejie, I will help you, master!"
"I'm here as a teacher! Hahaha!"
"I am coming!"
"I'm here too, Wenqi, get excited!"
"I am the master, and I should kill all enemies as my disciple!"
"Thousands of immortal energy are for me...to be used by my disciples!"
"Master, help you!"
A soft shout rang out in the Imperial Capital, as if there were more than two hundred loudspeakers in the world.