With the sound of thunder, countless people in the capital looked up with different expressions.
Countless thoughts, big and small, swept across the capital.
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Vision! This should be a vision!"
"Did anyone say something surprising again? Which academy's genius is so outstanding?!"
"The hundred-mile sound phenomenon, this is the first time in decades, right?!"
"No, this doesn't seem to be Baili Xiang..."
"Could it be the vision of 'Wanli Yin'?! Impossible! It has not appeared for a hundred years!"
Those thoughts have different breaths, some are explosive, some are calm, some are deep, some are ethereal, some are compassionate...
While these powerful men were discussing, an extremely tyrannical thought extended from the palace, overwhelming the sky, and the voices of all the powerful men were immediately suppressed.
"quiet."
The voice was cold and calm.
The strange phenomenon in the sky was stunned for a while, but it suddenly disappeared.
At the same time, all thoughts immediately calmed down, but some people still spoke in low voices.
"Why did Lin Xuanji show up?"
"It's very reasonable for someone to appear as Minister of Rites."
"Indeed, the Ministry of Rites is the head of the twelve departments and is in charge of imperial examinations and doctrine. It can be called the Ministry of Confucianism."
"The emergence of good poetry should inspire people, but why do they suppress the vision instead?"
"I don't know, I don't understand, I don't understand."
"One is missing, don't ask..."
The voice of these thoughts gradually became quieter, and finally fell into silence.
…
Of course, that's a high-level matter.
For many ordinary people, for many residents of the capital, they don't even know what high-level officials have said.
They only know how many times their heart beats.
And just after these few jumps, they felt that some of the resentment accumulated in their lives was swept away!
This is especially true for everyone on Chaoyang Street.
"This... what does this feel like..."
The onlookers all looked surprised.
No matter who it is, that feeling of depression is gone!
The first two lines of Lin Ke's poem clearly broke into their hearts in an extremely depressing manner.
Makes you feel breathless.
But as soon as the second sentence came out, the thunder sounded, and the anger was immediately eliminated.
Not only today's anger, but also some dissatisfaction, grievances, depression, etc. accumulated over the years were all vented with that thunder and the beating of the heart.
"It feels...so comfortable!"
Butcher Zhang looked at his hands and made the first sound on the field.
And just when he made a sound, the thunder in the sky became more intense.
The sound of thunder seemed to resound throughout the entire imperial capital, and except for some special places, the wind blew in every corner.
The wind is surging and the thunder is coming!
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that compared with the Baili Xiang vision just now, the vision caused by Lin Ke's three poems is obviously much more moving!
At this time, someone said: "A hundred miles of sound is a poem composed by one person, which can cause the heaven and earth to resonate and create a vision. Everyone within a hundred miles can hear this loud sound and see this vision. It is the sound of heaven and earth."
Affirmation of poetry!”
"When the vision of Baili Xiang comes out, the heaven and earth within a hundred miles resonate. Some great academies cannot appear once in more than ten years!"
Is Baili Xiang so awesome?
Many people were immediately amazed.
At the same time, someone else asked: "Does it mean that Mr. Lin's poem is also a vision of Baili Xiang?"
"I don't know." The person who just spoke looked up at the sky with a serious look on his face: "If I guess correctly, this is the strange phenomenon of Wanli Yin, but I don't know why it suddenly stopped..."
"Hiss~"
Everyone took a breath of air and looked at Lin Ke on the stage.
And the movement in the sky suddenly ended, and the sky became clear.
It turns out that this is what Baili Xiang means...Lin Ke also didn't know the difference between this kind of vision.
He just knows that whether it is poems, songs, classics, meanings, or theories, they need to be complete to be effective.
This is also the most powerful weapon and tool for readers in this world.
However, he still didn’t know that there were such levels of poetry and song as “hundred-mile sound” and “thousand-mile chant”.
The poem he used just now was written by Brother Xun.
Brother Xun's poems have always been full of indignation and justice. At the same time, they also contain hope and sustenance.
It was just right for the young man's poem.
Some people say that Brother Xun is not good at writing poetry, but is better at writing articles and thinking.
However, Lin Ke felt that at least this poem had great connotations.
Look at the poem opposite again.
Every line is talking about Jiji, which means:
Since destiny has made you a lowly person, don't deceive yourself and others. Anyway, you are either a prostitute or a pardoned prisoner. You face the earth with your back to the sky all day long. How can you compare with those sages who study for the sake of the people of the world?
Lin Ke felt that this man's poems could probably have been written by a random novelist in his previous life, such as Xiao Baibai.
But what I got was the vision of Baili Xiang.
Then he doesn’t need to post any atomic bomb-level poems like poems by immortals and poets. Wouldn’t it be enough to post a poem by Brother Xun?
You must know that Shixian Shisheng is a professional player, while Brother Xun is a hobby player at best, and his main job is to be a thinker.
Letting professional players beat the little Karami on the opposite side is overkill.
However, Brother Xun’s poem didn’t cause much noise when it was released?
Lin Ke looked at the sky with some curiosity, wondering what the rules were for measuring poetry and visions here.
Lin Ke always feels that the poem "Brother Xun" should not have just a little bit of sound.
The young man's vision subsided in just a few dozen seconds. Lin Ke felt that his poem should take at least a few minutes, otherwise it would be too disrespectful to Brother Xun.
If we use anthropomorphic rhetoric to compare the poems spoken by young people and the poems written by Brother Xun to those of adult men...
Thinking of this, Lin Ke raised his eyebrows.
Do you dare to offend Brother Xun’s poems?
You have a way to die.
As if to echo Lin Ke's thoughts, Wang Lin's voice suddenly sounded:
"Lin Ke, someone suppressed your vision!"
"Suppress the vision?" Lin Ke looked at Wang Lin in the audience, but saw that Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and knew that Wang Lin did not want to reveal her identity now.
But the voice in his ear just now was indeed said by Wang Lin.
Just listen to Wang Lin continue: "...I'll go, it's the big boss of the Ministry of Rites who suppressed your vision. Forget it, to tell you the truth, it was Lin Xuanji, the Minister of Rites, who suppressed your vision, but why did he suppress it?
etc……"
Wang Lin's voice continued, but her voice became softer as she spoke, and her look at Lin Ke suddenly became strange: "...Xiao Linzi, your surname is Lin, right? Let me go, you are not Qi Da
Eye... wait, Qi? Ministry of War? Damn..."
Wang Lin's voice gradually became quieter, but Lin Ke clearly saw that Wang Lin's mouth was still moving.
Lin Ke, who knew a little about lip reading, only felt...
What a dirty name!
But just a few dozen seconds later, the sky suddenly changed again.
"Rumble..."
Lin Ke felt the louder sound and couldn't help but smile.
Press it down?
You actually want to suppress the vision of Brother Xun’s poetry?
do you know……
Brother Xun and his group are the ones who can't hold back...