What is and what is the effect of vision suppression?

Lin Ke didn't know before, but now he knows under Wang Lin's explanation.

The vision is suppressed, similar to being cut off.

It's not a snow hide, it's not an accumulation.

Rather, it is to erase.

According to Lin Ke's understanding, it is very clear if it is converted into salary.

Originally, in order to reward you, Heaven and Earth paid you a salary of 10,000 yuan, and someone returned the rest to you halfway through.

What do you think it is?

Is it because you are afraid that you will "show off in the forest"? Or are you afraid that you will be "too sharp"? Or do you want to accumulate it?

Neither, I just don't want to see you get it.

Now Lin Ke is like that.

His good father directly erased his "five thousand pieces", which is equivalent to burning the "five thousand pieces" directly.

"Ten thousand" becomes "five thousand"!

In other words, it may have been a poem that could have been chanted for thousands of miles, but now it is at most 5,000 miles.

In previous lives, this was the extent to which labor arbitration was required.

And now?

Poetic visions are much more difficult than "10,000 yuan"!

Although intercepting poetic visions is not something that anyone can do.

But anyone, intercepting the poetic vision, means not dying!

"My good father......" Lin Ke looked into the distance, not knowing why that Lin Xuanji Lord Lin 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 exhausted.

Tiger poison does not eat children, and people poison to kill relatives!

"Boom ......"

Lin Ke looked at the sky and was distracted, but an invisible coercion seemed to be brewing in everyone's hearts.

At this time, the sky is clear, and the sky seems to be free of a trace of dark clouds and dirt, and it looks like the sky is clear after rain.

However, in the hearts of many people, there is a slightly boring feeling.

It's as if the catharsis that has just appeared because of the poetic vision is not complete.

It's like trying to shoot an arrow......

Didn't shoot clean!

It's only been a few tens of seconds, and I didn't shoot clean!

Just as Lin Ke looked at the sky and was speechless, the son of the left division of Jingzhao Mansion on the opposite side spoke.

"Well, nice writing." The young man smiled with a smile on his face: "Baili Xiang, it is indeed comparable to my casual work." ”

"It's good to be able to make such a poem in a cheap book."

According to the vision of Lin Ke's poem just a few tens of seconds, it is indeed not much different from the vision of the young man.

Speechless...... Lin Ke thinks this young man will die if he doesn't pretend?

However, without Lin Ke speaking, someone spoke up.

"Why do you say that we can't do it!"

Under the stage, a young man spoke out angrily.

The crowd looked over.

Chen An!

At this time, Chen An, who was hanging upside down in the camellia shop, stood beside his old father, his body was straight, and his eyes were angry: "You and I are both human beings, spitting sages, why are you so humiliated by us!" ”

"Oh?" The young man smiled faintly, and was about to speak when he was interrupted.

But I saw a 28 woman in a plain shirt in the audience and said coldly: "The little girl has been studying for many years, but she doesn't know that He Sage Shu said that cheap books can't write good poems." ”

The young man raised an eyebrow.

A scholar-like person's voice was cold: "People on the stage, what sage books do you read?" ”

"That respectable boy, Lao Tzu can't read, but I'm a healer!"

"I'm just a kind of land, and I won't sell you rice to eat in the future!"

"I won't accept your manure and swill, grass people!"

"The crisp plums I picked two days ago were sold to your Jingzhao Mansion!"

……

It's like a switch, the poem of the young man before, what is turned off is public opinion.

And the poem that Lin Ke read out opened up the people's anger.

The young man saw that the situation was a little out of control, and the lowly and peaceful people who were honest to death were now rabbits who seemed not to be afraid of death, and they began to bite after being forced to be anxious.

"Humph!!"

He snorted coldly, and a wave of coercion swept away, instantly making ninety percent of the people speechless.

"Brighter than open fire slashing the white bridge!"

The young man spat out the words, and then a fiery red sword appeared above his head, like a bright torch.

He looked at Chen An, who was the first to speak just now, with a murderous awe-inspiring look in his eyes: "Do you want to try the sharpness of my sword?" ”

Chen An stood neither humbly nor arrogantly, and had no intention of retreating at all.

At the same time, the girls, scholars, old farmers, and women who had just spoken out all slowly stood behind Chen An.

The young man's eyes immediately flashed with murder: "The ears of the lowly 'storyteller' steal other people's teeth and wisdom, just to please the small people, it is for stealing, and it should be punished!" ”

Storytellers, the books they talk about are all things written by others, and they don't write anything themselves, and they do these things just to please some ordinary little people, so this kind of theft deserves death!

"Arrogance."

Just when the young man was murderous, before Butcher Zhang, Wang Lin and the others could move, Lin Ke moved his body and paced between the young man and Chen An.

"My sword ......"

Lin Ke stood indifferently in front of Chen An, his voice became louder and louder, and finally roared like thunder: "My sword is not disadvantaged!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a voice sounded again in the entire capital.

It seems that the Buddha bell rings far away, as if the ethereal Penglai whale chirping, as if the Confucian chanting is neat and neat......

It is also like the shouts of vegetable sellers, the wheezing of farming, the laughter at the dinner table, the cheers of grain harvest, and the applause of teahouses and restaurants......

"Lao Tzu" said: "The sound of the big voice, the elephant is invisible."

A truly loud sound must be a silent sound.

"Thunder was heard in the silence, and now you hear it...... This is the real 'sword'. ”

Lin Ke walked forward slowly, there was nothing behind him, and he was a mortal himself.

However, this is the case, but it forces the young people to retreat step by step.

"Smack!"

Eventually, the young man retreated to the edge of the platform, and then jerked to his feet.

But when he stood still, his body suddenly shook, and then a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "You don't want to disperse the 'scholarly anger' that I have entered my body." ”

The book is angry, and he is talented.

Analogous to the Taoist heaven and earth aura and the first realm of the Taoist children's realm to induce qi into the body, the Confucian scholarly vitality is also the key to the Confucian realm.

"Oh?" Lin Ke looked indifferent and slowly walked forward.

In the sky, the thick black clouds that had been dispersed by Lin Xuanji reappeared.

This time, there was not a single thunder in the black clouds, but a noisy sound, like a street 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 original thoughts of the masters were silent.

Just because although the celestial phenomena at this time cover thousands of miles, they are more terrifying than imagined.

"Woo-woo-woo-"

The sky was overcast, and gusts of wind began to howl.

No, not gales.

It's the wind of talent!

Endless talents gathered, and the wind was like ghosts and gods wailing and crying in the dark.

Finally, some voices began to sound in the imperial capital:

"Poetry falls...... Devil May Cry ......"