I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 106
At this moment, Song Mu only felt a warm current surging in his heart, and Mr. Fan also told Song Mu about the reason in detail.

"That was when I was 17 years old, I went to Fujian with my family uncle, and at a rain-seeking poetry meeting, I made a poem about the four struggles of talent. The prefect praised me very much, so I wrote this poem myself gave it to me."

Mr. Fan said so, but his expression was a little frustrated.

"It's a pity that I became a scholar at the age of 16, but I have only been a scholar in my life. I have failed the high expectations of this adult."

"I'm too old, and I don't have the strength to urge this original poem written by a Jinshi. Now that you urge it, maybe you can have the power to strike a blow."

Mr. Fan said with a moving face, he was still a little excited at the moment, and coughed violently twice.

And Song Mu had tightly grasped the paper in his hand.

This white-haired old man used to be a high-spirited young man, and he was revered by others in those years full of expectations for the future.

The other party's words seemed to travel through the tunnel of time and space. At this moment, Song Mu seemed to see the Song family, which was once infinitely glorious, with countless literati and officials running through the entire Wen Dynasty.

At that moment, the surge of blood made Song Mu feel more excited.

Behind him, the creaking sound of the weasel monster came from outside the ancestral hall again, and Kong Zong had already shouted at Song Mu.

Different voices echoed in Song Mu's ears at this moment. Song Mu raised his head and took a closer look at Mr. Fan who was sitting on the bamboo chair, then bowed his hands respectfully.

"Thank you, old sir."

After speaking, Song Mu touched the head of the little girl in front of him, then turned around with a smile.

At that moment, Wen Li surged from Song Mu's palm and poured into the pale yellow silk cloth at an unprecedented speed.

The next moment, under Mr. Fan's unbelievable gaze, the silk paper in Song Mu's hand seemed to be activated at last, and countless literary qi gathered from all around, surging crazily around Song Mu.

The literary spirit swept across the entire ancestral hall like a gust of wind, and the rich literary spirit enveloped Song Mu heavily.

At this moment, Song Mu, like a young man returning from a wave of literary energy, made everyone's eyes widen.

Even Mr. Fan was looking at Song Mu at the moment, with an expression of astonishment on his face, and muttered to himself in a daze.

"What the hell is this... this doll?"

A scholar next to him turned his head to look at the other party at this moment, and said with a solemn expression: "Old man, you may not know, this Song Mu..."

"It comes from the longest cultural heritage in our Shiyang County. He is the No.17 eldest grandson of the Song family in Shiyang."

"Song family in Shiyang?" Hearing these words, Mr. Fan's eyes that were deeply wrinkled were full of spirit, which seemed to bring back a memory in his heart.

"The Song family in Shiyang is the blood of Master Song?"

"Old sir, what do you mean?"

"Song Kedi, the former magistrate of Fuzhou. He was the one who gave me that poem. This lord once said that he is from Shiyang County, Jiangnan West Road." Mr. Fan spoke slowly, and the scholar showed his face. Of course.

"That's it. There is only one lineage of the Song family in Shiyang County."

Hearing this now, Mr. Fan's face was also somewhat moved, and he even murmured to himself.

"No wonder, no wonder, I didn't expect that I would be able to meet the descendants of that adult here."

"All of this is God's will."

Song Mu, who turned around at this moment, only felt that the literary power in his body was surging crazily. After only a moment, he felt that what he was holding in his right hand was not a piece of silk.

But a fire.

Wenli Wenqi frantically poured into it, more like the wind fueling the fire, burning more and more vigorously.

Even Kong Zong, who saw Song Mu like this, stopped his movements unconsciously at this moment, and looked at him with an unbelievable gaze.

Song Mu raised his eyes to meet the other party's gaze, then slowly stepped over the threshold of the ancestral hall with the fire in his hand.

The creaking sound came again, this time, Song Mu's thoughts and writings surged at the same time.

The power of thought spread out crazily, and poured into the paper in his hand crazily.

And at that moment, even before Song Mu was aware of it, the jade ring in Song Mu's arms began to become radiant, and at that moment, the ferocious thought power seemed to find its direction and began to communicate with Wen Power poured into this withered yellow paper together.

Every time Song Mu took a step, he felt that the world in front of him suddenly opened up a bit, and the ancestral hall behind him had gone away rapidly.

In an instant, the foreign land has been completed!

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

Song Mu sang this poem softly. This poem originally written by Jinshi, under the leadership of the blood disciples at this moment, the powerful power radiated is unbelievable.

This is the realm pursued by scholars all over the world.

The father dies and the son succeeds, and the poems are passed down from generation to generation!
It is because of this that the poetry sects of the world are becoming more and more prosperous!

A poem caused a majestic vision, and in just a moment, only Song Mu and the weasel monster were left in this world.

This was the first time Song Mu saw this guy's face clearly.

Yellow head and white body, the size of a yellow dog, it looks a little weird, the huge and slender tail has been broken off a lot, and at this moment, on the narrow and narrow face, a pair of vicious eyes are staring at Song Mu.

It hesitated at this moment.

Although it has the strength of a demon general, it also knows that persimmons need to be picked softly. This is also the trick it has been using for hundreds of years.

It couldn't beat the human being with demon strength, so it set its sights on this village.

It has been testing for a long time before it feels that these literati with the realm of demon generals are not a threat.

In this way, it finally made a decision to kill these guys and use the blood of these human beings to store strength for itself in order to avenge its severed tail.

But before all this went smoothly, the guy in front of him gave himself a head-on blow.

There was a scorching aura on his body, that aura could even penetrate his own attack, ignoring his avatar, and swung himself away in just a moment.

At that moment, it also retreated in its heart, but thinking about the tail that could never come back, its anger broke through everything.

But at this moment, when he saw the boy with strange power appearing in front of him, and the unknown object with terrifying power in his hand, it felt a little frightened again.

There was a flame rising in his hand, and that flame was also rising in his eyes.

It was afraid and wanted to retreat, but at that moment, the surroundings completely changed.

This is obviously the ancestral hall, but the ancestral hall is receding infinitely, while the land in front of it is extending endlessly.

And that boy had already reached the middle of the field.

"You shouldn't hurt people."

The deep voice came from Song Mu's mouth, and the weasel demon looked up at this moment, and saw the face of the other party gnashing its teeth.

"You shouldn't try to hurt my companion!"

After the words fell, the flame in the other party's hand was only seen rising even more, and it seemed that it could not be grasped at all.

His robe was flapped, his right hand was raised high, and a long and slender arm was exposed under the drooping robe.

And in his hand, the flame was shining brightly.

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(End of this chapter)