I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 123 Tao Fengming's Plan
Although the task assigned by Mr. Xiao to everyone is indeed too difficult, Mr. Xiao is not such a heartless person. It is a bit difficult to see everyone, so he immediately got up to teach, even those who have completed the laps did not stop They get things done.

This is a man who has a tiger in his heart and who sniffs roses carefully.

"Practice the bow first and practice the posture, which is your posture. The arms should be straight, the back should be straight, and the hands should be at the same height as the shoulders!"

"Since drawing a bow requires holding one's breath, shooting arrows is not random, breathe, adjust breathing!"

"What state do you have, dare to imitate me in using the poems of the poets? With your talent, how many pieces of paper can you use? You have to do what you can. Isn't there a book of poetry in the golden book?"

"If you are so capable, why don't you use Shixian's to fill in the next six songs, and see if the paper doesn't take away your literary spirit!"

Song Mu was currently writing Lu Lun's "Song of Shooting with Zhang Pu", "If you want to chase Qingqi away, the bow and knife will be covered with snow", when he heard Master Xiao's voice cursing everywhere.

Fortunately, Song Mu avoided these things for the time being, and the poem he used was only related to the bow, and it could also condense a white arrow. Song Mu also stimulated his literary power at the moment, and then bent the bow and set the arrow.

Song Mu also joined the bow and arrow club when he was in college. He didn't play very well, but he still understood some essentials of posture. However, Song Mu was only a beginner, and the use of this bow and arrow was still somewhat nondescript. At that time, I immediately felt a huge force resisting myself from pulling the bowstring.

"That's right, a longbow with a flat end, keep your arms straight and continue to exert force, adjust your breathing, and release it when you feel it to the end."

Xiao Fuzi, who was scolding everywhere just now, had arrived at Song Mu's side at some point, and now he was standing by Song Mu's side and constantly guiding Song Mu's movements.

Song Mu obeyed the instructions, and then let go of his fingers when he felt that he had reached the edge of strength.

The bowstring in his hand vibrated, and the longbow in his left hand felt as if it was going to jump off at this moment. Song Mu felt that his palm could hardly hold the flat bow.

Fortunately, the arrows had already flown out, but perhaps because of the lack of literary force, they collapsed in mid-air.

But finally an arrow was shot.

Song Mu pursed his lips, shook his arms, and twitched his fingers, while Master Xiao beside him spoke.

"When drawing the bow, both hands must exert even force, grasp the timing of releasing the arrow, and both hands must have the same force release action."

Saying that, Xiao Fuzi looked at the distant archery target and reached out to pat Song Mu on the shoulder.

"The moment you let go of your hand, you need to concentrate your energy, otherwise how can you kill the enemy with a long-range shot?"

After finishing speaking, Master Xiao walked to the side and began to guide other people.

Hearing Master Xiao's teachings, Song Mu felt the mysterious feeling of releasing literary power. Although he couldn't say how miraculous and amazed he was, it was the first time he saw literary power released in such a state in his hands. , Song Mu still had a lot of emotion.

In just a few hundred years, under the situation of being harassed by demons and disturbed by the world, Wenli has developed to an incomparably mysterious level in the hands of the human race.

The talents in the field have all started bow and arrow training at this moment, but the speed of each of them is still unbearable to look directly at. Song Mu is also constantly shooting arrows, resting and recovering his strength, and finally completed the last one shortly after the sun went down. arrow.

On this day, Song Mu's hands were so sore that he couldn't even hold the chopsticks when eating.

But after dinner, Song Mu still went to Mr. Fengming's residence non-stop. When he got there, Mr. Fengming had already lit the oil lamp in the house.

Just as Song Mu came to the gate of the courtyard, a familiar voice came from inside.

"Come in for tea."

"Master."

Song Mu opened his mouth and said that he also walked in respectfully at this moment. When he came inside, Tao Fengming had already changed into a cotton and linen robe, and he was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed covered with thick felt, drinking tea leisurely.

When Song Mu came in, Tao Fengming immediately turned his head to look at Song Mu, then beckoned to speak.

"Jing Zhao, come and sit, the weather is getting colder, the autumn wind is blowing, come and drink some hot tea." Saying this, Tao Fengming took out another piece of dried meat from nowhere, and threw it into his mouth to chew.

Song Mu sat down by the side, took a sip of tea, and then looked up at Tao Fengming.

"I heard from Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Xiao that your performance these days has been quite satisfactory?"

Tao Fengming's words were so shocking again, Song Mu didn't recover for a while when he heard these words, he didn't know if Tao Fengming was praising himself, or felt that his performance was not enough.

Song Mu nodded quickly, and then said softly: "Yes, this disciple has been a little on the go these past two days, and I don't know much about it."

Tao Fengming nodded, but didn't say a word of encouragement to Song Mu, and just broke the topic.

Fortunately, these days Song Mu has also become familiar with the other party's way of speaking coldly at any time, and immediately asked some questions on his own initiative.

Tao Fengming was very happy to answer this time.

"People in the world often say that strange poems create strange lands, but in my opinion, this is not the case. The development of foreign lands lies in your heart. With that poem in your heart, the power of thought will naturally be activated. Even if you don't need it at that time Whatever else you do, the alien world will unfold like that."

After Tao Fengming said this, Song Mu lowered his head in deep thought, but felt something in his heart at this moment.

Song Mu recalled the situation in the fishing village that day.

At that time, when I got the poems of my ancestors, I just read them once, but "Clouds and Sun" entered Song Mu's heart at that moment.

The impassioned heart at that time made Song Mu abandon any thoughts in his heart.In that unknowingly state, that foreign land also suddenly unfolded.

At this moment Tao Fengming said this sentence, but Song Mu felt a sense of epiphany.

Seeing Song Mu's pensive look, Tao Fengming kept his mouth shut and just sipped his tea gently with his eyes slightly squinted.

After a while, Song Mu raised his head and let out a long breath.

Tao Fengming said indifferently: "Although I have said so much, why don't you take a look at your foreign land now?"

While talking, Tao Fengming put down the cup in his hand, and Song Mu was looking up, but saw the bottom of the cup hit the table, and then Song Mu suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

The scene in front of him was still the same, but the tea set had changed from pure white to orange.

"Just think of a way to make my cup pure white again."

Tao Fengming said something lightly, and at this moment, a pen and paper appeared in front of Song Mu out of thin air. This kind of mysterious method made Song Mu swallow a mouthful of saliva immediately, but he asked a question quickly.

"Master, is this...a foreign land?"

Tao Fengming nodded, Song Mu silently lowered his head, picked up the pen and paper, and thought carefully.

Tao Fengming didn't make any movements, while Song Mu started to write a poem.

Not long after, a piece of moss appeared in front of the two of them, and the blue color climbed to the tea set, but Song Mu's pen did not stop.

At this moment, countless thoughts and literary powers rushed out of Song Mu's body. Not long after, the tea set was covered with blue, and then white flowers sprang out from it, and the little flowers became more and more dense. The tea set and teacups have been turned into ones filled with white flowers.

Seeing this situation, Tao Fengming touched his chin involuntarily.

After half a quarter of an hour or so, the teacup that had already started to change from blue to white suddenly collapsed and turned back to orange in an instant.

And Song Mu's face was covered with beads of sweat at the moment, and his fingers could no longer hold the pen and paper.

Seeing this, Tao Fengming just waved lightly, and all this disappeared, and the two returned to reality again.

"Master forgives the sin, the disciple is really..."

Tao Fengming just smiled and shook his head, then suddenly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.

"There are some Tonggu pills inside, which can relax muscles and activate collaterals, and it will be good for your recovery."

Song Mu looked at the bottle on the table, and was very grateful at the moment, thanking him again and again for taking it, but at this moment, Tao Fengming took out a piece of jerky again, chewing and talking.

"There will be a hunting trip in three days from the prefectural school, and the second group will depart in half a month. I am the leader of the second group."

Song Mu didn't understand why Tao Fengming said this suddenly, and there was no expression on his face at the moment, but Tao Fengming looked at Song Mu through the strands of messy hair.

"I promise."

"But the condition is to bring you along."

Hearing this, Song Mu almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

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　Thanks to the book friend Emengzhe for the support of the monthly ticket~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)