I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 104

The creaking sound suddenly came from not far away. The sound was small at first, but gradually became dense and harsh.

Everyone in the ancestral hall was immediately attracted by this thing, and at that moment, someone asked a question in a daze.

"Then... what's the sound?"

Asking like this, everyone's faces were a little scared, and the few scholars even accelerated to pour literary power into the Tongwen stele at this moment.

Song Mu and Kong Zong had already reached the entrance of the ancestral hall at this moment, and both of them looked towards the darkness outside, and they looked at each other with serious expressions in their eyes.

"This voice sounds a little strange, could it be... that monster?"

Kong Zong said something in a low voice beside Song Mu, and Song Mu nodded and said to Kong Zong in a low voice.

"Brother Kong, you should have studied the Golden Book of "Wen Li", right?"

Kong Zong nodded.

"My father asked me to recite it a long time ago, and I have used it these days."

Song Mu nodded immediately, and whispered to the other party again.

"Then go prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone first."

Kong Zong nodded, but looked at Song Mu again, and asked, "What about you?"

Song Mu stared straight at the outside, and immediately explained in a low voice: "I'll find out where that guy is first."

Hearing this answer, Kong Zong suddenly realized that he had forgotten that Song Mu still had such a mysterious existence as Nianli.

Kong Zong turned his head to open the bookcase, put a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it and started to write a poem, but Song Mu had already closed his eyes at this moment, letting go of the thoughts in his mind.

Scanning around the outside of the ancestral hall, Song Mu gradually concentrated his thoughts and scanned several places.

Those were the places where the sound came from, but as Song Mu's thoughts swept across, there was nothing there.

Song Mu gritted his teeth and scanned a few more times with his thoughts, but he didn't get a satisfactory result in the end. At this moment, he felt a little nervous.

If it was really the monster who came over and it was so difficult to detect, then something was wrong.

Song Mu's expression was very serious, while on the other side Kong Zong had already laid out several boxes with the assistance of several scholars, and put paper and ink on them.

Everyone in the ancestral hall was watching the movements of these scholars, and their expressions were a little unclear, but it was the old ancestor Fan who was sitting on the reclining chair and said something.

"Writing poems on the spot, it seems that this monster is a bit difficult to deal with."

When everyone heard what the ancestor said, they also seemed a little flustered at the moment. Several children ran into the arms of their parents, and their faces were full of fear at this moment.

Kong Zong, who was ready, immediately called Song Mu.

Song Mu turned his head, with a very serious expression on his face, and stood still in front of the bookcase with the other party, and then spoke.

"Write a few battle poems first."

Kong Zong understood, and immediately took the paper cut into strips and began to write.

At the moment, the other scholars also looked at Kong Zong and Song Mu anxiously.

Song Mu also bent down to pick up the pen, but what he wrote now was his own poems.

"Being a hero in life, and a hero in death, I still think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong."

A song "Wujiang" was created in an instant, and the literary spirit immediately appeared on it. This is the treatment that Song Mu, an original author, can only have.

When such a situation happened, even the half-lying ancestor Fan opened his eyes to watch at this moment.

"It turned out to be my original poem, this little doll is amazing."

The others were also looking at Song Mu at the moment, and the village names and boat passengers were all beaming at the moment.

After all, in their opinion, with the presence of such literati, they should be able to cope with such a situation.

Song Mu didn't stop writing, and now he wrote two more poems, both of which are his own "Wujiang" and "Song of Practice", but they haven't been used yet.

The sound outside the door came again at this time, Song Mu also raised his head suddenly, looked at Kong Zong who was writing, and shouted at the scholars behind him.

"Protect the ancestral hall!"

After hearing this, Shao Le and others gritted their teeth and continued to release their literary power, while Song Mu and Kong Zong had already reached the entrance of the ancestral hall.

"Where is that guy?" Kong Zong asked Song Mu.

"I don't know, I can't find its location." Song Mu shook his head, and looked out the door with a serious face at the moment.

"Isn't that guy afraid of the Tongwen Tablet? It stands to reason that the whole village will be under the protection of the Tongwen Tablet."

"I don't know, this thing may have some strange means."

But outside the door, the sound was coming towards the ancestral hall at a fast speed.

Song Mu released his thought power again, and at this moment he simply went all out, and the whole thought power was quickly detected towards a distance of 50 meters around him, and at this moment, Song Mu's face beamed with joy.

Song Mu turned his head to look at a cowshed in the distance outside the gate of the ancestral hall, and shouted at Kong Zong in surprise.

"Found it, it's on the left!"

Song Mu stretched out his finger and said loudly, at the same time, a piece of paper in his hand was activated, and he threw it out immediately.

The surging literary energy surged rapidly under the hook of Song Muwenli, and the paper was completely wiped out in an instant. At the same time, a faint phantom appeared on the ground in front of the ancestral hall.

It was a tall man, holding a long knife in his hand at this moment, with his breasts exposed, and he let out a roar towards the outside.

But it was just a phantom, and Song Mu's literary spirit was not enough to support this phantom to become more staring.

But Song Mu knew that this phantom should be Xiang Yu.

Kong Zong next to him also threw a piece of paper at this moment, and flames rose from the paper, which instantly turned into several fireballs and headed towards the position Song Mu pointed at.

The next moment, the fire suddenly appeared, and the creaking sound was silent, but Song Mu frowned, and when he moved his hand, the white phantom rushed towards the darkness.

A wave that did not belong to Song Mu's Wen power came, and Song Mu and Kong Zong were a little surprised, and at this moment they threw out the remaining papers in their hands again.

The gusts of fresh wind swept away, and phantoms condensed again, rushing towards the darkness one after another.

The people in the ancestral hall were already screaming in surprise at this moment, and the scholars tried their best to send a piece of writing power to the Tongwen stele.

"Song Mu! How about it?"

Kong Zong ran out of writing paper in his hand and shouted at Song Mu.

Song Mu also took out the last piece of paper in his hand, and saw the phantom fighting with unknown things in the dark, but it was obviously at a disadvantage, so he turned his head and walked back to the ancestral hall.

"Keep writing and wait until Master comes back!"

As Song Mu said, he took up his pen again and paused after writing "Wujiang". There must be a better and faster method.

Song Mu changed his mind, searched a few poems taught by Sun Xiucai from his mind, and started to write now.

"The murderous aura forms clouds at three o'clock, and the cold voice spreads Diao Dou overnight."

"Looking at the white blades and snow, how can Gu Xun come rushing towards the death festival?"

Excerpted from Gao Shi's "Yan Ge Xing", the poem was completed, Song Mu didn't even hesitate, and immediately went to the door of the ancestral hall to induce it to be released.

Sword lights and sword shadows surged outside the door immediately, bursts of murderous aura swept away.

But the creaking sound in the dark still didn't stop, Song Mu activated a piece of text again, and was about to go back and write poetry, but Kong Zong, who was looking up at that time, yelled at Song Mu.

"careful!"

Song Mu was startled, he felt something rushing up from the back of his head, and his footsteps stopped.

But at this moment, Song Mu felt a sudden fever all over his body, his hairs stood on end, and then a violent wave swept out.

That is the awe-inspiring righteousness that Du Sheng bestowed on Song Mu!
The waves swayed, and there was a sharp scream and neighing in the darkness. At this time, Kong Zong had already shot a fireball, and he finally saw clearly what was in the darkness.

It was a weasel with a broken tail, a yellow head and a white body.

……

　I am just revising the next few chapters, and I still have some emotions, so I will come up and give you a vaccination.

　　These chapters may be a bit bland or even boring, or even a bit abrupt. I just brought up a later idea, even if the next few chapters are forcibly injected.

　　After the transition of the next few chapters, we will officially enter the chapter of scholar training. How to use writing skills to practice, and what adventures the protagonist will encounter, we will talk about it at that time.

　　ps: Of the two previous nursery rhymes, I copied the first one, and I forgot where it came from. The second one was written by myself and I thought of it temporarily, so the rhyme is not inscribed (actually it is the author's dish)...

　　
　
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