Jingzhao Yin Zuo Siqiu roared loudly and actually overpowered Li Chungang.
Lin Ke looked cold and held a bamboo stick in his hand. The next moment he was about to trigger the strange phenomena inside the bamboo stick.
He used the anger of Brother Xun's public opinion to kill the young man and consume the vision.
However, he also has songs about thatched cottages 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 of his mouth, 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 and various monsters and ethnic groups fighting in front of his eyes.
"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.
When Qi Shangshu saw this, his expression returned to its original state.
He turned around, smiled, and patted Lin Ke on the shoulder: "Young man, do a good job."
Then the body slowly dissipated on the spot, 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 crime-solving master, Mr. Shenlin.
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!
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 saint.
The saint appears, hundreds of families sing, heaven and earth are shocked, spread all over the world, the wind and clouds move, ghosts and gods cry, thousands of miles of singing, hundreds of miles of sound.
Anyone who can make a hundred-mile sound will probably become famous immediately.
And what about today?
Not to mention the saint appeared, the emperor finally got it right.
"I...why do I feel like I'm dreaming?"
"Me too! But does this kind of 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 successor."
"I have admired you for a long time."
Everyone started talking about it, and after discussing for a while, many people suddenly came to their senses 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 showed no signs of waking up, and looked a little solemnly at each other.
"Teacher, what should we 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 level of cultivation 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 said this, Li Chungang suddenly let out a light sigh.
Then he raised his eyebrows: "Great Confucian Realm?"
Great Confucian!
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 looked astonished.
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!"
"I can help Mr. Lin rub his shoulders to relieve his fatigue."
"The little girl can help the young master with his legs. It must be very tiring to move people~"
The people around him 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, and we should do something to congratulate the birth of this poem!"
"That's right!"
"The little girl admires Master Lin, but she only hates that she is a daughter and cannot help Brother Lin seek justice."
"Master Lin is so righteous!"
After hearing Lin Ke's words of invitation, the people around him became more enthusiastic than the other.
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 with his arms resting 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.