I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 127: Thunder and Nine Movements, A Great Essay Handed Down! !

"Oh?"

Fan Tixue raised his eyebrows fiercely when he heard this, and turned around at this moment, looking at Song Mu with burning eyes, his eyes were full of hope.

"Can you finish writing now?"

Song Mu nodded. In fact, this was also a trick of Song Mu. In order not to disturb the aura of heaven and earth, every time he wrote the Three-Character Classic, he wrote three or two sentences separately, and then carefully revised every word.

Even if it was in front of Fan Tixue today, it was only an initial version, and because he didn't know whether the content in it had been revised in place, Song Mu didn't write the last few sentences at the end.

"Come on, come forward and finish writing in front of me."

Fan Tixue said to Song Mu very excitedly at this moment, and immediately gave up his position, and then helped Song Mu bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the palace.

Seeing this, Song Mu said apology, and at this moment he lifted up his robe and moved forward.

Seeing the roll of paper spread out in front of him, and Fan Tixue standing beside him intently, Song Mu also took a deep breath at the moment, then took out a pen, and lightly dipped it in ink.

"Dogs watch the night, chickens watch the morning."

"If you don't learn, you will be a human being."

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"Diligence pays off, play is useless."

"Forget it, you should work hard."

Song Mu completed it in one go, the tip of the pen in his hand danced quickly, and he completed the last few sentences of the Three Character Classic in just a moment.

And just when Song Mu was just writing, waves of literary energy suddenly appeared from the scroll, and the surroundings began to surge. The feeling became stronger and stronger, and even Fan Tixue, who was next to him, suddenly felt the changes around him ,
The moment Song Mu completed the "Three Character Classic", the entire hall was immediately enveloped by the rushing Wenqi carefully.

The rich literary spirit made the two people's eyes become pure white, even in another sense, they couldn't see their fingers.

And the wonderful situation is not only that, at the moment when Song Mu completed the "Three Character Classic", a thunder suddenly sounded in the originally gloomy sky.

Then the second sound, the third sound...

Autumn thunder, almost frightening!
But the thunder didn't stop, it rang nine times in a row!
Every sound was deafening, and every sound became louder and louder. The students in the government school all stopped and looked up at the sky, with doubts on their faces.

But immediately, those teachers from the prefectural school ran out one after another, and the two fellow Jinshi teachers were already floating in the air. Even Tao Fengming, who was studying leisurely in the courtyard, suddenly looked up at the sky at this moment.

"Running Thunder Nine Movements? This is..."

Tao Fengming murmured, his expression was also slightly squinted, and he looked around, then his figure suddenly tore apart like a double image, and disappeared from the spot.

The two fellow Jinshi Disciplinary Officers were already standing above the school. Xiao Li's eyes immediately noticed the school not far away. Running wildly towards the academy.

"This..." Xiao Li frowned, and another trainer, Lin Jie, also looked over at this moment, and asked Xiao Li immediately.

"Brother Xiao, what's the situation?"

"I don't know, thunder in autumn, either someone used the secret method to harm the harmony of heaven, or a great article came to the world!"

"That's why Mr. Tixue wrote a shocking article?" Both of them had surprise on their faces, and on the ground, more than a dozen people immediately moved forward.

"Xiao Xiong, please keep everyone away from the academy."

At this time, Xiao Li's voice came from the sky, Xiao Xiong's figure suddenly stopped, he hesitated to speak, and finally just nodded,

"Okay, father!"

Xiao Li and the two are rushing towards the academy at this moment.

And in the academy at this moment, the turbulent literary energy is bursting out crazily from the paper scroll, and the huge power even blows Fan Tixue's beard and white hair in the wind, like a wind blowing at the moment Lion with a mane.

But Fan Tixue's gaze was fixed on Song Mu at this moment, and the eyeballs that were about to pop out were even more frightening, and he muttered something immediately.

"17 years old, a great essay handed down from generation to generation, rushing to and fro."

"Okay! A talent from heaven! Good!"

Fan Tixue let out admiration, and Song Mu had already closed his eyes at this moment. Although the tip of the writing brush in his hand had left the scroll, the literary spirit that was constantly surging out of the document still had the gathering of heaven and earth. The literary energy that came from it was crazily climbing up from the pages of the book at this moment, and was continuously pouring into Song Mu's body.

Song Mu only felt that a huge amount of literary energy poured into his body in an instant. These cultural energy did not even need Song Mu to guide them, so they immediately swam towards Song Mu's meridians crazily, and then turned into strips under the influence of his dantian. Condensed literary context.

The feeling that one's literary strength began to grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye in an instant made people feel very horrified.

But Song Mu had no way to control all of this. At this moment, he could only close his eyes and sink his mind to feel carefully, waiting for all the literary energy to be absorbed into his body.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

The stone table on which the pages of the "Three Character Classic" were placed couldn't support the weight of the paper at this moment, and fell apart in an instant.

And the monstrous literary spirit has spread from the academy to the entire school at this moment. Countless students stopped at this moment, from looking up at the sky to slightly raising their hands, feeling it quietly, and then showing surprise on their faces.

"How do I feel that my literary power is automatically absorbing literary energy, and it is working on its own?"

"That's right, I felt it too, what's going on?!"

Many students exclaimed one after another, and some of them even sat cross-legged on the spot immediately, taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a breakthrough.

The students in the government school fell into a carnival, and even the big trees around the school palace also sprouted new buds in this autumn.

This literary energy cleanses the surroundings and nourishes everything!
In the entire Jizhou prefectural city, at this moment, several great Confucian articles on the city wall began to glow slowly, and the words on them were still floating with light and shadow. Gusts of wind were blowing from all directions, and the soldiers guarding the city felt like they were facing an enemy.

Qiu Buchu's figure suddenly landed on the top of the wall, seeing this scene, he stabilized everyone.

"This is not a monster attack!"

Qiu Buchu said calmly, but his eyes felt something in his heart, and he looked towards the city.

"This is a vision of a great article handed down from generation to generation. As soon as the article was published, it aroused the jealousy of the gods, and the thunder rolled, and hundreds of articles contended!"

"Who is this? I, Jizhou Mansion, still have such literati?!"

Qiu Buchu said in panic and shock, and the next moment his figure disappeared from the city wall again.

In the academy, there were already two more people in front of Fan Tixue. Xiao Li and Lin Jie were standing in the small courtyard at the moment, and they saw that the turbulent literary energy came from a scroll, and the scroll was already deep at the moment. sunk a few inches into the ground.

A familiar figure stood in front of everyone.

"Master Tixue, is this... Could it be caused by Song Mu?"

Xiao Li asked Fan Tixue next to him in disbelief. Fan Tixue's face was full of wry smiles at the moment, even more inconceivable.

"Yeah, it's him."

"Then he...has written a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation?" Lin Jie also asked with his hand, with the same look of horror on his face.

Fan Tixue had calmed down slowly, and his eyes were full of appreciation for Song Mu who was still practicing with his eyes closed.

"That's right, great literature and poems have been handed down from generation to generation. The Song family in Shiyang has gone through seventeen generations, and many scholars with lofty ideals have died, but finally, Nirvana has been reborn."

"This time, Song Wenrong, the Confucian scholar, would never have imagined that God sent a Wenqu star to the Song family."

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(End of this chapter)