When the young man recited his own poem, the vision lasted for perhaps tens of seconds and then suddenly dissipated.
After it dispersed, the sky returned to silence.
However, people within a hundred miles radius began to react.
A hundred miles of sound!
The poetry resonates with heaven and earth, which is a vision.
A strange phenomenon in heaven and earth—a hundred miles of sound!
Everyone within a hundred miles can hear the noise and see visions related to the verses.
This is heaven and earth’s affirmation of poetry and articles!
At the same time, different verses can also show different effects and visions.
Of course, it must contain a certain amount of talent.
For example, the verses recited by the young man just now formed visions as they were spoken, and the visions aroused the talents that filled the world like air between heaven and earth, and then formed into something substantial.
Chanting Da Dao will form Da Dao, chanting Arrows will form arrows, and chanting Falling Flowers will form Falling Flowers.
As a result, as soon as the scholar opened his mouth, thousands of troops and horses appeared, with arrows like rain.
Poems produce visions, words produce visions, and this is the root of the power of Confucianism, which even overwhelms Taoism and Buddhism.
When it comes to talking nonsense, who among these scholars can compare?
But visions also come in different sizes.
Normal poems, songs, scriptures, meanings and strategies are just some visions around you.
It would be better if it could form a strange phenomenon within a few meters around you.
How about stronger?
It is estimated that the entire house and room can be filled with talents condensed from heaven and earth, forming corresponding visions.
This is the power of a poem.
Of course, it also depends on who is chanting.
An ordinary poem that can only inspire people within a radius of one or two meters, if it were spoken by a great scholar, it would probably have an influence of over a hundred miles.
And if it is a hundred-mile sounding vision that can sound within a hundred miles by itself, and paired with a great scholar, the effect will probably be even stronger.
Of course, just like so many novels Lin Ke had read in his previous life.
The power does not only depend on one of them, but the combination of the two.
The hatchet in the hands of the Lord 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.
When everyone saw Lin Ke making a move, they held their breath and concentrated.
And just when everyone was looking forward to it, just when everyone was guessing what poem Lin Ke would read out.
Lin Ke looked into the young man's eyes and confirmed again: "Are you sure you want to be my enemy?"
The young man raised his eyebrows: "Why would I become an enemy of ants? Just crush them to death."
Hearing the young man's words, Lin Ke breathed a sigh of relief, and then said softly: "If that's the case, then I'm relieved."
if not?
Wouldn’t it be a waste if the cultural treasures of my previous life were used not on real enemies, but on people who knew how to cleanse themselves and turn enemies into friends?
Thinking of this, Lin Ke slowly shook his head and sighed softly: "There is no wormwood in the face of thousands of families, so I dare to sing and mourn."
As soon as Lin Ke said his first words, everyone felt a sense of misery rushing towards them.
My body seemed to feel a lot heavier in an instant.
Especially the low-class people around them, who had just been overwhelmed by the young man's low-class poems, were now even heavier, as if they were about to fall down in the next moment.
"What a poem, what a poem!"
At the same time, some people exclaimed and admired.
Everyone turned to look, but it was shopkeeper Tong from Tongfu Restaurant who was applauding.
He had just finished making milk tea and saw that customers were attracted to it, so he came to take a look too.
"Hehe, do you know what's good about it? Just tell me?" A naughty and cute maid-looking person next to me said teasingly.
"Don't look down on people." Shopkeeper Tong immediately glared: "'Wanjia' represents the common people, the 'ink face' looks like a miserable image, and 'Haolai' should represent the dilapidated and desolate environment."
"This first line of the poem should represent many people, the living conditions of us people! The word '无' integrates the image and the environment, vividly depicting the vast number of people who are hungry and cold, disheveled, wandering in the wilderness, haunted
What a miserable picture of life among the creepers!"
"I don't know how this kid got here back then."
Thinking of this, shopkeeper Tong shook his head.
He thought Lin Ke was describing his past living environment and used small points to make things bigger.
"What about the second sentence?" The lady-looking person next to the maid saw that Shopkeeper Tong had some knowledge, so she stopped her maid and asked softly, "Do you have any advice?"
"This second line of poetry is even better." Shopkeeper Tong sighed: "I dare to sing and mourn. This line of poetry goes deep into describing the spiritual sorrow and resentment of our people, especially the lowly people.
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"Poetry expresses aspirations, and songs express it. People's lives are hard, and they must sing earth-shattering lamentations. But at this time, they are tongue-tied and mute due to the oppression from above."
When he said "above", shopkeeper Tong pointed to the young man on the stage, his intention was obvious.
Wang Lin also spoke at this time: "In addition, the word 'dare' leads to the whole sentence, and then suppresses the rest of the sentence with a rhetorical tone, expressing the people's angry feelings that they can't express and can only store hatred in their hearts.
It’s very subtle, deep, powerful, and extremely sad and indignant.”
Sad and angry!
pain!
oppression!
The young lady and the maid were immediately deeply shocked by that emotion.
Except for the two of them who don't understand, some other gentlemen and young ladies who know very well are already trying to figure it out and comprehend it.
"It is indeed a good poem, such a good poem!"
"We, the scholars, act like the herdsmen, but we ignore this tragic situation, alas."
"I don't know what Mr. Lin has seen and felt, and why he can write such depressing poems."
"It's depressing, it's too depressing. Although the poem is good, why do I feel so stuck in my heart?"
Some people marveled and admired it, but some people disagreed.
"Is it well written? Just average!"
"What lowly person dares to call himself a commoner? Only ordinary people can call themselves commoners, right?"
"How dare you talk nonsense when you are a humble person and a low-born person?"
"This kind of poem is so depressing. If it is used on the battlefield, wouldn't it hurt the enemy by one thousand and hurt yourself eight hundred?"
There are only a few naysayers, but they don't seem to be all well-off people.
On the contrary, more ordinary people can't stand Lin Ke.
They worked so hard to get rid of their nationality and changed from a humble status to a common status. How can they tolerate others suddenly becoming equal to them?
But just when everyone was talking about it.
Lin Ke read out the second half of the sentence again:
"Lian Guangyu has a lot of worries,"
"Listen to the thunder in the silent place."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly changed.
"boom!!!!"
The wind roared loudly, and countless thunder visions condensed out of thin air, exploding above everyone's heads.
However, this sound was both clear and vague, as if it sounded in the sky above everyone's heads, and also seemed to sound in the hearts of everyone along with the sound of their heartbeats.