As the young man recited his own verse, the vision lasted for a few dozen seconds before it suddenly dissipated.

When it was gone, the sky was silent.

However, people within a radius of hundreds of miles began to react.

Hundred miles of vision!

The poem resonates with heaven and earth, and this is a vision.

The vision of heaven and earth - a hundred miles!

Anyone within a hundred miles could hear the sound and see the vision associated with the verse.

This is the affirmation of heaven and earth for poetry and articles!

At the same time, different verses can also show different effects and visions.

Of course, you have to have a certain amount of talent.

For example, when a young man recites a poem just now, the exit of the poem forms a vision, which evokes the talent between heaven and earth that fills the world like air, and then forms something substantial.

Chanting a broadsword will form a broadsword, chanting an arrow will form an arrow, and chanting a falling flower will form a falling flower.

As a result, when the reader opened his mouth, there were thousands of troops and arrows like rain.

Poetry produces visions, and words produce visions, which is also the root of the strength of Confucianism, and even the power of Taoism and Buddha.

In terms of lip service, who can compare to those readers?

It's just that visions come and go.

Normal poems and songs, scriptures and righteous policies, that is, there are some visions around me.

If you are stronger, it would be better if you could form a vision within a few meters of your body.

A little stronger?

It is estimated that the entire house and the house can be filled with the talent condensed in the heaven and earth, forming a corresponding vision.

That's the power of a poem.

Of course, it also depends on who recites.

An ordinary poem that can only hook up the talent within two meters of the body, if it is in the mouth of the Great Confucian, it is estimated that it can reach the extent of the influence of more than 100 miles.

And if it is a hundred-mile ring vision that itself reaches the sound of a hundred miles, and then it is paired with Confucianism, then it is estimated that the effect will be stronger.

Of course, like so many novels that Lin Ke had read in his previous life.

Power isn't just about one or the other, it's about the combination of the two.

The firewood knife in the hands of the main god is also more useful than the main artifact in the hands of ordinary people.

Lin Ke, who knew this well, immediately took a step forward after reading his poem on the other side.

Everyone saw Lin Ke's movements, and they all held their breath.

And just when everyone was expecting it, when everyone was guessing what poem Lin Ke would read.

Lin Ke looked into the young man's eyes and reconfirmed: "Are you sure you want to be my enemy?" ”

The young man raised an eyebrow: "Why am I the enemy of the ants?" Just crush it. ”

Hearing the young man's words, Lin Ke breathed a sigh of relief, and then said softly: "Since this is the case, then I will rest assured." ”

Or else?

Those cultural treasures from his previous life, if they were not used on real enemies, but on some people who would wash their hands and turn enemies into friends, wouldn't it be a waste?

Thinking of this, Lin Ke slowly shook his head and sighed lightly: "Wanjia Mo Mian has no Artemisia Lai, dare to sing and mourn." ”

As soon as Lin Ke said the first sentence, everyone felt a miserable aura rushing towards them.

The body seemed to be much heavier in an instant.

Especially the lowly people around him, who had just been pressed by the young man's lowly poems, were even more heavy now, as if they were going to fall down in the next moment.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

At the same time, someone exclaimed, and admired.

Everyone turned their heads to look, but it was the shopkeeper Tong of Tongfu Restaurant who applauded there.

Just finished making milk tea, and seeing that the customers were all attracted to it, he also came to take a look.

"Hee-hee, do you know what's good, just say?" There was a naughty and cute maid next to him and laughed.

"Don't look down on people." The shopkeeper Tong immediately glared: "'Wanjia' represents the people, the image of 'ink face' is sad, and 'Artemisia Lai' should represent a dilapidated and desolate environment." ”

This first line of the poem should represent many people, that is, the living conditions of our people! The word 'no' integrates the image and the environment, and paints the miserable life of the people who are hungry and cold, unkempt, tossed and turned in the wilderness, and haunted by the vines! ”

"I don't know how this kid came over back then."

Thinking of this, Shopkeeper Tong shook his head.

He thought that Lin Ke was describing his former living environment, and he used it as small and large.

"What about the second sentence?" The person who looked like a lady next to the maid saw that the shopkeeper Tong had some insight, so he stopped his maid, and then asked softly: "Do you have a high opinion?" ”

"This second line of poetry is even more doorway." Shopkeeper Tong sighed: "Dare to sing and mourn, this poem goes deep into the spiritual grief and resentment of our people, especially the untouchable people." ”

"Poetry and words, singing and singing, the people live a hard life, and they must sing earth-shaking laments. But at this time, he was jawed and dumbfounded because of the suppression from above. ”

When talking about "above", the shopkeeper Tong pointed to the young man on the stage, with obvious intentions.

Wang Lin also opened his mouth at this time: "In addition, the word 'dare' leads out the whole sentence, and suppresses the following in a rhetorical tone, so that the people's desire to vomit can't be vomited, only the indignation and emotion that has accumulated hatred in the bottom of their hearts, expressed very subtlely, deeply, powerfully, and extremely sad and indignant. ”

Grief!

Suffering!

Oppress!

The young lady and the maid were immediately deeply shocked by that emotion.

In addition to the two of them who don't understand, some other young ladies who understand it very well have already been thinking about it and understanding it.

"It's really a good poem, a good poem!"

"We, the scholars, on behalf of the herdsmen of heaven, have ignored such a tragic situation, alas."

"I don't know what Lin Gongzi has seen, what he has felt, and why he can write such a depressing poem."

"Depressed, too depressing, although the poem is good, but why is my heart so uncomfortable?"

Some were amazed and appreciative, but others were the opposite.

"Is it well written? So-so! ”

"What lowly people dare to call themselves people? Only those who are equal can call themselves ordinary people, right? ”

"Cheap people and cheap seeds, dare to make a big noise?"

"This kind of verse is so depressing, wouldn't it hurt the enemy a thousand and lose eight hundred when used on the battlefield?"

There are only a few people who disagree, but it doesn't seem that all of them are well-dressed.

On the contrary, the people who are ordinary people are not used to seeing Lin Ke more.

They have worked hard to get out of their nationality and become equal from lowly status, how can they bear others suddenly being equal to themselves now?

However, just when everyone was talking.

Lin Ke read out the second half again:

"The heart is vast and even Guangyu,"

"Hear thunder in the silence."

As soon as the words fell, the sky suddenly changed.

"Boom !!!"

The wind roared, and countless thunderous visions condensed out of thin air and exploded above everyone's heads.

However, this sound was clear and indistinct, as if it sounded in the sky above everyone's heads, and it seemed to sound with the sound of heartbeat in everyone's hearts.