I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 147 Composing three poems in succession, breaking the game with chrysanthemums!

Ke Jijin's murmured voice sounded slowly, with a bit of consternation. At this moment, there seemed to be a few birdsong and gurgling water around him.

The breeze blew by, but Ke Jijin's heart felt cold.

Ke Jijin tried to add more strength to the Hundred Flowers Killing Picture, but the next moment he suddenly realized something, and quickly retreated backwards.

There was another gust of cool breeze coming from nowhere, but this time there were countless peach blossom petals mixed in the breeze.

It was at this moment that everything around him suddenly changed.

The blood-colored fog has disappeared, and the densely packed houses in Shaozhou's prefectural city have also disappeared. At this moment, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the sky is clear and the air is clear, and there are thousands of miles of paddy fields under the feet. The crops grow upward in the farmland, and the birds flutter their wings lightly in the sky cry.

In the far distance, there seems to be a small village, where smoke from cooking houses is rising.

"This..." Ke Jijin looked around, but was at a loss for words for a moment, and his expression was filled with fear.

At this time, a faint voice came from the side. The ancient well was silent, but it seemed to be full of power.

"My "Peach Blossom Spring", I wonder if I can take your life?!"

These words fell like a thunderbolt, and in the clear sky of thousands of miles, Tao Fengming, who was dressed in blue, was frantically blowing his hair up, revealing an extremely handsome face.

Tao Fengming at this moment is so dazzling!That resolute and handsome face almost makes people feel that the world is bleak.

At this moment, Ke Jijin also stopped suddenly, with an expression of incomparable astonishment on his face.

"you……"

"Are you a descendant of the Tao family?"

Tao Fengming didn't speak at this moment, but stretched out his slender white fingers, and gently held the side of the white scroll.

The long scroll swung open suddenly, obviously he didn't write with pen and ink, but a large piece of extremely clear text was revealed on it.

"In the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, Wuling people fished for a living. Walking along the stream, forgetting the distance of the road, suddenly came across a peach blossom forest, with hundreds of steps between the banks, and there were no miscellaneous trees in the middle..."

Every word on the white scroll is extremely strong and powerful, and every word has a different kind of beauty.

The white scroll unfolded slowly, and a vast force immediately attacked Ke Jijin. Ke Jijin's figure retreated violently, but the expression on his face changed again and again at this moment.

"I can clearly feel my Hundred Flowers Killing Scroll, but why can't I see it?"

"Is this the power of "Peach Blossom Spring"?"

Ke Jijin's pupils shrunk slightly, and the expression on his face had changed drastically. At this moment, he looked around intently, but everywhere he looked, there were scenes he was not familiar with.

The foreign land released by the other party has reached such a level.

But why have I never heard that in this world, there are "Peach Blossom Spring" that can be promoted by Jinshi?
At this moment, Ke Jijin only felt that he was confused, but there was nothing strange about it, he could only retreat crazily, hoping to leave this strange land.

But suddenly, a breath fell on his side, and Tao Fengming's faint voice sounded again.

"Entered my domain, do you think you can leave?"

"field?!"

At this moment, Ke Jijin almost yelled, his face turned pale, and he looked at Tao Fengming who was so close at hand, and finally panicked at this moment.

"Field, you said, is the field that can only be developed by a bachelor?"

"But how is this possible, you obviously..."

This person wanted to continue talking, but Tao Fengming in front of him had already started to move.

His body was already covered with peach blossom petals at this moment, and there were also petals entwined around his fingertips at this moment. This piece of heaven and earth seemed to have changed suddenly.

Ke Jijin suddenly found that the last link between himself and the outside world had completely disappeared.

At this moment, he completely understood Tao Fengming's words, this is indeed a domain.

Only domains can create such a small, short-lived world, completely separated from the outside world.

"No, absolutely impossible, how could I die here!"

Ke Jijin let out a roar, and the devilish energy around him began to surge.

"I haven't killed all of you hypocrites who claim to be righteous!"

Tao Fengming's face showed a strong killing intent at this moment, determination flashed across his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure disappeared among the peach blossoms.

A ferocious battle suddenly exploded!

At this moment, the people on the city wall of Shaozhou Prefecture saw a different scene.

The blood mist still exists, and it is still spreading towards the surroundings, but at some point, the furious clamor in the sky of the city has disappeared.

Instead, a ball of light emitting a faint white light appeared in the mist of blood.

The ball of light was so wide that it almost covered half of the sky in the city, and it was impossible to detect any movement in the ball of light.

At this moment, the city of Shaozhou maintains an extremely strange tranquility.

Song Mu, who was kneeling in front of the bronze stele of the Great Confucianism, was already immersed in the poems written in his hands.

"A good year, you must remember, it is the time of orange, yellow and orange."

Song Mu finished "A Gift to Liu Jingwen" thoroughly, and the rich literary spirit gushed out from the poem, and the old man surnamed Gu next to him suddenly exclaimed at this moment.

"Four fights of talent, wait, are you an original poem?"

After the words fell, people around looked over one after another, but Song Mu had already lowered his head and started writing the second poem about chrysanthemums.

"Physical properties have always been different, whoever is greedy for cold and thin hates Yanhua."

"The chrysanthemum chooses the country of wind and frost, not the chrysanthemum outside the spring."

Another Yang Wanli's "Ode to Chrysanthemum" was written, and at the same time, the surrounding situation suddenly changed drastically.

The surrounding soldiers and people only felt that the blood mist seemed to have touched an invisible barrier at this moment, but within the barrier, there was a sudden surge of literary power, even from the shield in Song Muna's hand. Begin to produce a strong literary atmosphere.

That majestic literary strength and literary energy kept agitating towards the surroundings, clearing the surrounding positions.

And the pen in Song Mu's hand has not stopped.

The face of the old man sitting next to him was also gradually moved at this moment. Seeing another original poem, his expression was even more excited and excited at this moment.

"This kid actually wrote two original poems in a row!"

The old man said in surprise and joy that the people around him didn't know what he meant, but they could feel that the thick blood mist was fading away at this moment, and everyone's expressions became elated.

At this moment, they all looked at Song Mu one after another, and the eyes of each of them were full of reverence.

The scholar in front of him actually saved everyone at this time.

The pen in Song Mu's hand still didn't stop, it kept falling under the white paper in the wat board, and the last poem was written.

"Flowers don't bloom together with hundreds of flowers, but independent hedges are not enough."

"It's better to hold the fragrance on the branches and die, and never blow it down in the north wind."

A poem "Painting Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Sixiao was completed, and Song Mu wrote the title.

At this moment, Song Mu slowly opened his eyes, and the wat board in his hand also emitted a fierce light at this moment.

Not only that, but the great Confucian essays in front of Song Mu also glowed at this moment, and the words began to float on it, and even after a while, it illuminated the world.

Song Mu has three consecutive poems about chrysanthemums, each of which has a wider artistic conception, from praising the beauty brought by the chrysanthemum alone; , alone in a remote place, but the north wind howls, and it also spreads the flowering branches, washing away the fragrance of the flowers!
In the three poems, Song Mu raised the artistic conception layer by layer, and the literary spirit in the poems also surged more intensely. At this moment, the surging literary spirit not only formed a barrier around Song Mu, but also shocked the great Confucian article in front of him!
In just an instant, everything around here began to change.

"Okay, okay, writing three poems chanting chrysanthemums in succession, you can gain four, five or six times of talent, this boy, it will not be easy in the future!"

The old man surnamed Gu had already stood up, looking at Song Mu with eyes full of shock and admiration, his face was also glowing red at this moment.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the bronze stele of Confucian articles on the three surrounding city walls also began to shine.

The bronze monument brightened again, but this time it didn't turn into beams of light that soared into the sky as before and converged in the sky, but bursts of light began to ripple.

The light burst out like ripples, overflowing from the four city walls to the surroundings, constantly scouring everything around.

The blood mist of Baihuashatu dissipated immediately when it touched it, and the blooming blood flower also shattered into powder after being touched.

The cities on all sides began to operate, continuously washing and compressing the blood mist. In just a short moment, Song Mu opened a gap in this strange land of Hundred Flowers Killing.

In the entire city, the people who survived the catastrophe began to wake up slowly.

Song Mu had already stood up at this moment, and the literary energy driven by this poem filled his body at this moment. Song Mu finally felt a little more powerful, and looked into the distance, and the scenery in the distant sky could already be seen clearly.

"Young man." An old voice came, Song Mu lowered his head, and the old man slowly got up.

"You saved the whole city by yourself."

"No, my lord, those are the great Confucian articles on the city wall, and my teacher's contribution." Song Mu said calmly, but the old man looked at Song Mu with burning eyes, and asked a question immediately.

"Young man, you haven't told me yet, who are you and which family's cultural context are you from?"

Song Mu lowered his head and glanced at his contextual tourmaline, with an extremely calm expression on his face.

"I'm Xia Song Mu, from the Song family in Shiyang."

……

　Thanks to q reading friend AE Feiye for the reward of 1666 book coins!Thanks to q book friend [Quiet Summer] Xueer for the reward!
　　Thanks to book friends Chen Ning (q reading), Mu Linsen 0, Fan Yingchun, I am Huwei Tianxia, ​​andychen236, AE Feiye (q reading) for their monthly support~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)