Lin Ke didn't know it before, but now he knows it with Wang Lin's explanation.
Suppressing the vision is similar to cutting it off in the middle.
It's not a hoard, it's not an accumulation.
But erase it.
According to Lin Ke's understanding, it would be very clear if converted into wages.
Originally, in order to reward you, Heaven and Earth paid you a salary of 10,000 yuan. When half of the salary was paid, someone returned the rest to you.
What do you think this is?
Is it because I’m afraid that you will be “outdated”? Or is it because I’m afraid that you will be “too sharp”? Or is it because I want you to accumulate experience?
No, I just don’t want to see you get it.
This is what Lin Ke is like now.
His good father directly erased his "five thousand yuan", which was equivalent to directly burning the "five thousand yuan".
"Ten thousand" becomes "five thousand"!
In other words, a poem that might have been recited by Wan Li is now at most five thousand miles old.
In previous lives, this was the level of labor arbitration.
And now?
Poetry vision is much more difficult than "ten thousand yuan"!
Although not everyone can intercept poetry visions.
But anyone who intercepts the vision of poetry means that he will not stop until death!
"My good dad..." Lin Ke looked into the distance, wondering why Mr. Lin Xuanji hated "Lin Ke" so much.
But he knew that the little thought he had from his previous life about "both parents love him" had been completely eliminated.
A tiger's poison will not eat its seeds, but a man's poison will kill his relatives!
"Rumble..."
Lin Ke looked at the sky in trance, and an invisible pressure seemed to be brewing in everyone's hearts.
At this time, the sky was clear and clear. There seemed to be no clouds or dirt in the sky, and it looked like the sky had cleared up after the rain.
However, in the hearts of many people, there is a slightly depressed feeling.
It was as if the catharsis that had just occurred due to the poetic vision was incomplete.
Just like trying to shoot an arrow halfway...
Didn’t cum completely!
It only lasted a few tens of seconds, but I didn’t ejaculate completely!
Just as Lin Ke was looking at the sky speechlessly, the son of Zuo Si of Jingzhao Mansion opposite spoke.
"Yeah, pretty good literary talent." The young man said with a smile on his face: "Baili Xiang, it is indeed comparable to my casual works."
"It's pretty good to be able to write such a poem in a humble book."
According to Lin Ke's poem, the vision that just lasted for a few dozen seconds was indeed not much different from the young man's vision of Baili Xiang.
Speechless... Lin Ke thinks this young man is not pretending to know how to die?
However, without Lin Ke speaking, someone spoke up.
"Why do you say that we can't do it with a cheap job!"
Under the stage, a young man spoke angrily.
Everyone looked over.
Chen An!
At this time, Chen An, who was hanging upside down in the tea shop, stood next to his old father, standing tall and straight, with angry eyes: "You and I are both human beings, and we talk about saints, why are you so humiliated to us!"
"Oh?" The young man smiled faintly and was interrupted when he was about to speak.
But I saw a 28-year-old woman wearing a plain shirt in the audience said coldly: "This little girl has been studying for many years, but she doesn't know what sages said, and she can't write good poems with cheap books."
The young man raised his eyebrows.
A man who looked like a scholar said with a cold voice: "People on the stage, what sage books have you read?"
"That humble boy, I can't read, but I am a doctor!"
"I'm just a farmer, and I won't sell you rice to eat in the future!"
"I won't accept your excrement and swill, either!"
"The crisp plums I picked just two days ago were sold to your Jingzhao Mansion!"
…
Like a switch, the young man's poem before turned off public opinion.
The poem read by Lin Ke sparked public outrage.
The young people saw that the situation was a bit out of control. The humble and peaceful people who used to be honest and good-natured now seemed like rabbits who were not afraid of death. They started to bite people after being cornered.
"snort!!!"
He snorted coldly, and a wave of coercion swept over him, instantly rendering 90% of the people speechless.
"Brighter than open fire and cut down the white bridge!"
The young man uttered these words, and then a fiery red sword appeared above his head, like a bright torch.
He looked at Chen An, who had just spoken first, with a murderous look in his eyes: "Do you want to test whether my sword is sharp?"
Chen An stood neither humble nor arrogant, with no intention of retreating.
At the same time, the girl, scholar, old farmer, woman, etc. who had just spoken slowly stood behind Chen An.
The young man's eyes immediately flashed with murderous intent: "You are a lowly 'storyteller' and steal other people's wisdom just to please the common people. This is stealing and should be punished!"
Storytellers, the books they talk about are all written by others, they have not written anything themselves, and they only do these things to please some ordinary little people, so this kind of theft deserves death!
"Arrogant."
Just when the young man was full of murderous intent, but before Zhang Tufu, Wang Lin and others made any move, Lin Ke moved and walked between the young man and Chen An.
"My sword..."
Lin Ke stood calmly in front of Chen An, his voice getting louder and louder, and finally roared like thunder: "My sword is not bad at all!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a vague voice sounded throughout the capital city again.
It seems like the distant ringing of Buddhist bells, like the ethereal Penglai whale call, like the clear and neat recitation of Confucian classics...
It is also like the shouts of the vegetable sellers, the gasps of the farmers, the laughter at the dinner table, the cheers of the harvest, the cheers of the teahouses and restaurants...
"Laozi" said: "The loud sound is like a sound, but the elephant is invisible."
A truly huge sound must be a silent sound.
"Hearing thunder in silence, now you hear it...this is the real 'sword'."
Lin Ke walked forward slowly. There was nothing behind him, and he was also a mortal.
However, just like this, it forced the young people to retreat step by step.
"Snapped!"
Finally, the young man retreated to the edge of the stage and suddenly stood still.
But just as he stood still, his body suddenly shook, and then a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth: "You can't even think of dispelling the 'bookishness' that has entered my body."
Bookish and talented.
By analogy with the Taoist spirit of heaven and earth and the first realm of Taoist realm, the Confucian bookishness is also the key to the Confucian realm.
"Oh?" Lin Ke looked indifferent and stepped forward slowly.
In the sky, the thick black clouds that had been dispersed by Lin Xuanji appeared again.
This time, there was no sound of thunder in the black clouds, but instead it was full of noise, just like a market in the sky.
Noisy and down to earth.
But it's so grand.
This time, Lin Xuanji's voice did not sound again, and even the thoughts of those experts were silenced.
Just because the celestial phenomenon at this time covers thousands of miles, but it is more terrifying than imagined.
"Woo-wu-wu-"
The sky was overcast, and strong winds began to howl.
No, it's not a strong wind.
But the wind of talent!
The gathering of endless talents creates a sound like ghosts and gods wailing and crying in the dark.
Finally, some voices began to ring in the Imperial City: