Chapter 58 Killing the Son of Zuo Si of Jingzhao Mansion
"Yes, yes, I just look down on you!"
"Wow, you two come and beat me!"
"Ahh! Old man, you step on me? I'll kill you."
I saw two Lin Xuanji standing on the field, and one Lin Xuanji said nothing.
Another "Lin Xuanji" jumps left and right there.
Fanning the flames.
Seeing the heated situation, the twelve ministers were about to start a fight.
Lin Xuanji then glanced at that 'Lin Xuanji': "Qi Shangshu, you have lost your grace!"
In an instant, 'Lin Xuanji' returned to the appearance of Qi Shangshu, with a puzzled face: "What are you talking about? Old man?"
Lin Xuanji shook his head and ignored Qi Shangshu. Instead, he looked at Lin Ke in that noisy environment and said in an extremely indifferent voice: "Lin Ke."
Lin Ke held a bamboo stick in his hand, neither humble nor arrogant: "Master Lin."
Lin Xuanji's expression did not change at all. After Lin Ke responded, he said: "You are as lowly as your mother. I didn't expect you to have such a poetic talent."
Lin Ke didn't answer and looked at Lin Xuanji calmly.
When Lin Xuanji saw Lin Ke's eyes like this, he stopped talking and maintained an indifferent expression.
As a result, the two men remained silent.
The other ministers also stopped making noise at some point and all stood in front of Lin Ke.
"Lin Ke, the main purpose of our visit this time is to tell you about the use of bamboo sticks and to see you by the way." After saying that, Qi Shangshu looked down the table again.
Lin Ke also looked over.
Under the stage, when Lin Ke came up with the poem "The Saint Appears", everyone was already in a down state.
"Qi Shangshu, please save Chen Pingping." Lin Ke said.
Qi Shangshu looked at Chen Pingping emphatically and said without looking back: "Who is that from Baijiabu? Please save him quickly."
"The wonderful hand rejuvenates the king of hell." Immediately, a minister came forward to recite the poem, and then large green light spots converged towards Chen Pingping's body.
"Huh?" However, when they saw this huge amount of green light, everyone had different reactions.
"Such a serious injury?" Qi Shangshu was stunned: "Chen An, who is your father?"
Chen Pingping had fainted at this time, and Chen An also collapsed and fell to the ground. Hearing this, he replied: "My father is the storyteller Chen Pingping."
"Where is your mother?" Qi Shangshu looked at the huge light spots and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Your father is still injured after being so seriously injured? It seems to be an old injury from adulthood... I have known him for more than ten years.
Alright?"
"I don't know..." A trace of doubt flashed in Chen An's eyes.
And just when everyone's attention was on Chen Pingping, Lin Ke spoke again: "By the way, Jingzhao Yin Zuosi, you or your son, come and receive a stick from me."
Lin Ke raised the dark bamboo stick in his hand.
Everyone looked over again.
"Why?" Lord Jingzhao Yin Zuosi Qiu frowned.
"Because your son lost to me, either he will receive a stick from me, or you will receive a stick from me." Lin Ke looked matter-of-fact.
Lord Qiu immediately looked at Lin Xuanji.
Lin Xuanji nodded imperceptibly.
Seeing this scene, Lin Ke couldn't help but squint his eyes.
Could it be that Lin Xuanji and Lord Qiu have a superior-subordinate relationship?
Master Qiu received Lin Xuanji's approval and immediately replied to Lin Ke: "My son has the appearance of a gentleman and deserves a stick from you."
The young man's expression changed slightly when he heard this, the son of Jingzhao Yin Zuosi, but he could only bite the bullet and step forward.
But when passing by his father, a jade pendant was blatantly thrown into the young man's hands.
Everyone took it for granted, Qi Shangshu raised his eyebrows and was about to make a sound, and then Lin Xuanji and other Shangshu suddenly burst out with momentum.
The same is true for Qi Shangshu.
6v6.
Six ministers on each side exploded with momentum, and a delicate balance was struck.
And in this balance, the son of Jingzhao Yin Zuosi walked towards Lin Ke step by step, his expression gradually returned to his original arrogance from hesitation.
"You can't kill me." Walking up to Lin Ke, the son of Jingzhao Yin Zuosi smiled: "Guess why?"
Lin Ke was too lazy to speak and raised his arm slightly.
The son of Jingzhao Yin Zuosi showed a sarcastic smile on his face and stretched his neck: "Come here, you kill me."
Lin Ke grinned: "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bamboo stick was thrust forward fiercely, the wind whistled, and countless visions burst out.
Seeing this strange situation, the expressions of all the gentlemen changed.
"This bamboo stick?!"
"It's such a treasure that you can even reach the edge of the treasure."
"Absorbing visions? What kind of treasure is this? Is it the best in the world?"
"And you can absorb visions for your own use. It's really a rare treasure! I'm even willing to exchange it for a treasure."
"Well, I just don't know if the word "Your Majesty" has been absorbed into it."
The various ministers who were still at odds just now had some free time and were discussing one after another, as if they were admiring some beautiful scenery.
However, on the other side, Mr. Qiu, Zuo Si of Jingzhao Prefecture, was filled with anger: "How dare you?!"
His breath was surging, and then he was stopped by Li Chungang: "Haha, he is a bastard, he just dares!"
At the beginning, there was an unknown powerful person in the Ministry of Punishment, but now he stood motionless behind the Minister of Punishment.
Ever since, in this scene of movement and stillness, movement and stillness, neither movement nor stillness, Lin Ke's bamboo stick penetrated directly into the young man's neck.
This thick, dark, hard bamboo stick over 18 centimeters in length was roughly inserted into the young man's neck.
Suddenly, blood poured out.
The jade pendant in the young man's hand had also been broken into pieces and scattered on the ground, without any luster.
"How many times per second? Seven or eight times, maybe?"
"Hahaha! This kid has been chopping firewood for more than ten years at Old Man Lin's place. He only has a jade pendant, and it breaks when he touches it! Haha! Ha!"
"He is worthy of being the son of Lin Shangshu. Seven or eight times a second, his son is more like his father!"
"Oh, that makes sense."
"Yes, yes!"
The ministers chatted again, not caring about the death of Zuo Si's son in Jingzhao Prefecture.
Lin Ke also took back the bamboo stick and said softly: "Who said you can't stab someone to death without a spear head?"
When the bamboo staff was first formed, it was originally just a shadow.
However, with the blessing of the "accurate" word from the Holy Emperor, it turned directly into a real object, and it also became a so-called "treasure".
This gem is effective.
Absorb the vision and use it for yourself!
It absorbs the phenomenon of fire into flames, and absorbs the phenomenon of water to form water.
And where is his bamboo stick?
Brother Xun's anger of public opinion, coupled with the great vision of the poet saint, coupled with the word "accurate"...
In fact, the most important thing is the word "accurate", which is directly comparable to the vision of "sage appearing", which makes Lin Ke admire the cultivation of the Holy Emperor.
Suppression of heaven and earth should not be a lie.
And with so many bonuses, Lin Ke only used a little bit, plus the muscle memory brought by chopping firewood himself, and all the time he spent grinding tofu, wearing a Panlong bracelet to draw, serving tea and pouring water, and dancing.
The exercise that brings...
Three seconds, ninety-eight times!
"boom!!"
The young man's body fell, and blood and "literary energy" flowed from his body.