I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 105
The image of that monster fell into Song Mu's eyes at this moment, and it was like a thunder flashed in Song Mu's mind.

Isn't this monster with a broken tail the same as the stone wall monster I met in Qiantian Town before...

"Brother Song!"

Kong Zong saw that the monster retreated, so he hurried forward to check Song Mu's situation, he was relieved to see that Song Mu was fine.

At this moment, Song Mu turned his head to ask Kong Zong with a startled expression.

"Brother Kong, have you seen what that guy looks like?"

Kong Zong was also holding the paper at the moment, nodding towards Song Mu with serious eyes.

"Is it the monster that appeared in Qiantian Town before?"

At this moment, other scholars also came out, and also remembered that incident, with a bit of surprise on their faces, and said in disbelief.

"Could it be that the monster escaped here and is still dominating here?"

"Then it was cut off by the master just last time, how dare it be so fierce and arrogant at this moment?"

Song Mu shook his head when he heard it, and looked at the crowd with a sudden realization.

"Perhaps it was because he sensed the aura of the master that he made such a crazy move."

Song Mu scanned the outside again, and at this moment he had a conclusion in his heart, this weasel monster must be the monster that escaped from the Master in Qiantian Town.

The other party didn't know how to come here to do his best, and he was even more vicious.

But today, the master released a few bursts of writing power, and the familiar writing power made the monster instantly alert. As the saying goes, when an enemy meets, he is extremely jealous, and the monster dared to come up to provoke so frantically, which is also a clear explanation.

It's just that the monster is obviously very intelligent, knowing that it can't beat Master Xun, so it designed to play Master Xun severely, and used the trick of diverting the tiger away from the mountain, and turned its attention to Song Mu and other talents.

As for the fact that it had been probing outside for so long, maybe it was worried about the military power of its own talents, but after several probings, the weasel demon suddenly found that the real threat was only Song Mu and Kong Zong, and suddenly became bolder.

But it has calculated thousands of times, and it did not expect that Song Mu still had a great righteousness in his body.

There is no doubt that this semi-sacred literary aura can kill monsters. The monster suffered such a dark loss, and at this moment hid in the darkness again. Maybe it didn't let it go, but was waiting for an opportunity. .

Song Mu figured all this out, and now he has a bit of confidence in his heart. Maybe after a while, Master Xun will be able to come back.

It's just that before that, it's still a tough battle for me and others.

It is unknown how many times that righteousness can inspire Song Mu, and if the monster senses something is wrong today, he will run away first...

Then when I wait for others to leave, this small village doesn't even have the power to fight.

Song Mu and the others retreated into the ancestral hall. At this moment, several scholars came up to write poems. Although they were sharpening their guns before the battle, they immediately looked good under the guidance of Song Mu and Kong Zong.

Fortunately, there are a lot of newly promoted talents in Shiyang County this time, otherwise, everyone might be stretched to support the stele and write poems.

There seemed to be a brief silence inside and outside the ancestral hall, and even the sound of smart birds barking and dogs barking did not exist.

Only the crackling sound of the bonfire burning continued.

The weasel monster was intimidated by the protection of the ancestral hall by the Tongwen stele, as well as Song Mu's strange turmoil, and he still stood still at this moment.

The people in the ancestral hall were not sleepy at the moment, they just kept scanning their surroundings.

Song Mu and the others hurried, and finally wrote more than a dozen pieces of paper again, all of which were war poems, and they were all placed in the hands of Song Mu and Kong Zong at the moment.

"Where did the master get taken by that guy?"

Kong Zong looked outside the ancestral hall, and asked with a frown.

Song Mu released his thoughts to investigate again, but he didn't find any trace of the monster again. It seemed that after being hit by Song Mu's accident, he had already lurked in the depths of the darkness.

But before Song Mu could breathe a sigh of relief, the monster's attack came quietly.

It was a foul-smelling yellow mist coming towards the ancestral hall at this time, which was still clearly visible under the illumination of the torches around the ancestral hall.

"Everyone be careful!"

Song Mu immediately issued a warning, and everyone also consciously walked towards the depths of the ancestral hall, but the ancestral hall is only that big, and hundreds of people are pouring into it at this moment, which has already made the place very crowded.

Song Mu and Kong Zong were already standing at the door, throwing out the papers in their hands.

Rays of light pierced into the yellow mist, and some scholars learned to come up to help, and several people used their methods one after another. The zodiacal fog was forced back a lot, but the stench continued to rise.

At the same time, the creaking sound came again, and when it came to Song Mu's ears, it was like a mockery, very ear-piercing.

However, Song Mu and the others stopped what they were doing, because there were not many papers left, and everyone's writing energy was also exhausted.

There were wry smiles and bewilderment on everyone's faces at the moment.

And the weasel demon has launched another attack at this moment.

All I saw was a black shadow rushing out of the yellow mist, and the next moment it came directly towards Song Mu and the others.

Kong Zong called out to be careful, Song Mu had already taken the lead in throwing a piece of paper, the words were formed in an instant, and a phantom stood in front of Song Mu, helping Song Mu resolve the crisis, but it also collapsed and disappeared immediately.

The weasel monster also seemed to have used its real skills at this time.

Several scholars also made moves one after another. Although they played brilliant attacks, it was obviously not enough.

"There is no more paper! Keep writing!"

Kong Zong yelled immediately, and Song Mu used up one piece of writing paper in his hand, stuffed the other two into Kong Zong's hand, then turned around immediately, and immediately took out the demon-suppressing pen in his arms.

This time, Song Mu was going to write his two poems.

But just as he was writing, Song Mu suddenly found that the corner of his clothes had been torn
Turning his head, Song Mu saw a little girl with a horn pierced, who was staring at him blankly at the moment, seeing Song Mu bowing his head, the other party stretched out her little hand.

In that little hand was a piece of silk that had turned yellow.

Song Mu looked at it, and the little girl said crisply: "Big brother, this is the paper our great-grandfather gave you."

Song Mu stretched out his hand to take it in some surprise, and when he opened it, there was a battle poem on the silk cloth.

"Heavy mountains cover the red greenery, and layers of clouds cover the white awns."

"Bridges rise with blue waves, houses and trees fall with yellow flowers."

"I don't smell the turbidity of a cup of wine, but I feel cold."

"One day when the breeze comes, help the wood to turn into a golden crow."

The slender silk cloth has turned yellow, but the silk cloth is of high quality, the poems on it are well preserved, and the font of each character on it is very vigorous and powerful.

Song Mu just took a look, and felt that the suffixes of these words flashed sharply. From this point of view, they are not ordinary things.

""Cloud Day"."

Song Mu murmured a sentence, raised his head, and looked towards the Tongwen stele in the center of the ancestral hall. The old Mr. Fan was also looking at Song Mu at the moment, and seemed to understand what Song Mu meant, and said something .

"This is a poem Fan got by chance when he was young. It is an original poem written by the author himself. Now, let you show your power."

Song Mu heard that, but at the moment his heart was shaking.

Because there is another signature under this poem, the name on it is "Song Kedi."

Song Kedi, this name, Song Mu felt extremely familiar just now, and now he finally remembered who it was.

This is the last Jinshi of the Song family.

100 years ago, the other party was a Jinshi, then became an official in Fujian, and was finally buried in Fujian.

This ancestor was the last highlight moment of the Song family in Shiyang Wenmen. Now Song Mu still has a copy of the other party's "Fujian Travel Notes" in his luggage.

Song Mu never expected that today in this small fishing village, he would encounter authentic poems written by his ancestors.

……

　The author of this poem is original, I have no ink in my belly, so I can only do this ε=(ο｀*)))

　　The title of the poem Yunri, Yunheri, refers to the sunlight here, and refers to the sun.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)