I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 166 How Much Do You Know

"Eat it."

Ke Jijin's voice sounded low in front of Song Mu. Song Mu looked at the pill in the opponent's hand, but at the moment he just clenched his fists tightly and then let go.

Song Mu reached out to take it without hesitation, then threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it whole with difficulty, even accompanied by a dry cough.

Seeing Song Mu swallowed the pill so happily, Ke Jijin immediately showed a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with Song Mu's actions, and nodded immediately.

"That's right, those who know current affairs are brilliant."

"It's just involuntary." Song Mu replied.

Ke Jijin didn't speak, but just sat back and hid his face in the dark place of the fire.

After a while, Song Mu felt the changes in his body. First, there was a burst of warmth from his dantian, and he could also feel the literary strength in his body.

But if there is anything else in it that I don't know, it may be that Song Mu didn't feel anything abnormal.

That pill made Song Mu feel a little uneasy at the moment.

"Since we have made up our minds, let's not delay any longer, let's go now."

That Ke Jijin waited for a while, seemed to be a little impatient, got up and said to Song Mu, and then immediately appeared in front of Song Mu.

Before even waiting for Song Mu to say anything, the other party grabbed Song Mu's collar and left the cave directly.

The forest in the dark night seemed to have stopped raining. The temperature in the forest was extremely low at this moment. Song Mu felt the chill, and the water droplets from the surrounding trees kept dripping on his body.

Ke Jijin was moving fast, even in the dark night, and it took Song Mu a lot of effort to see the surrounding situation clearly.

The rainy night was so dark that everything in front of me seemed to be nothingness.

Song Mu was being carried by the other party to move forward in the mountains and forests, and Song Mu was currently fishing around his neck.

When he pulled his own red rope, Song Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

In the dark night, Song Mu's eyes flashed with light.

Ke Jijin still led Song Mu forward quickly, and he didn't know how long he had been walking in this dense forest. Song Mu only remembered that his body was completely wet by the water droplets from the treetops, and the breeze was blowing, making the coolness even worse.

Suddenly Ke Jijin stopped and threw Song Mu to the ground.

The soil and leaves on the ground were mixed and wet and slippery. Song Mu managed to stabilize his body when Ke Jijin's voice came.

"Let's go here, it will be dawn soon, go west."

"Don't forget what I said, seven days later... hum."

Ke Jijin made such an exhortation, and immediately turned around to leave, but Song Mu's voice came suddenly.

"Wait a minute."

Ke Jijin stopped immediately, and then turned around in surprise. Although they couldn't see the situation ahead clearly in the dark night, their eyes still met in the dark night.

Song Mu got up suddenly, then groped on his body, and said to the other party at the same time.

"Master Ke, would you like to know who was the person who fought with you in the capital city of Shaozhou that day?"

As Song Mu said this, Ke Jijin's expression changed obviously, and he immediately stepped forward two steps, and then asked aggressively.

"who is it?"

Song Mu smiled. He had already touched the wat board at his waist, pulled out the soaked paper, and quickly took out a new roll of paper from the oil leather bag, and put it in it.

Ke Jijin obviously noticed Song Mu's actions, but he didn't seem to think that Song Mu, who was a scholar, was any threat.

"That person is called Huangfu Fengming."

Song Mu said slowly at this moment, he had already taken out a pen in his hand, and immediately dipped it in his mouth, a faint bitter taste of ink came.

"What? Huangfu Fengming?!"

Sure enough, when Ke Jijin heard the name, his eyes widened immediately, and there was also an incredible expression on his face.

"Huangfu Fengming, that guy is still alive?"

Ke Jijin murmured something like this, but Song Mu paused for a moment, perhaps knowing a different piece of news at this moment.

But Song Mu didn't stop his movements. He was trying to write on the wat board with his pen in his eyes wide open in the dark night.

But Ke Jijin had a sad look on his face, and he was still talking to himself at this moment.

"No wonder, it turned out to be him, no wonder he was able to use the poems of Dow's Poems."

As Ke Jijin said this, he thought of something and asked Song Mu again.

"Do you know where he is?"

Song Mu nodded silently, his hands still moving fast.

"Where is it? In your camp?"

Ke Jijin said again, Song Mu didn't express his opinion, but put down his pen, looked at the other party, showed a relieved smile, and then said to him.

"Do you want to know a more surprising news?"

Ke Jijin had already shown his impatience at this moment, and immediately stepped forward with a murderous look, and asked Song Mu sternly.

"I ask you where Huangfu Fengming is? What else do you know?"

Song Mu let out a deep breath, pulled out the poem from the wat board, raised his head at the same time, looked at the other party and said.

"Huangfu Fengming is my teacher."

"what?!"

Ke Jijin's face was incomparably frustrated. At that moment, the devilish energy in his whole body was involuntarily stirred up, but it disappeared immediately, and it seemed that his eyes flickered for a moment.

"What you said is the truth?"

Song Mu didn't speak, instead he only asked the other party a question.

"What? Do you want me to do more for you?"

As Song Mu said, the paper had already been rolled up in his hands.

Ke Jijin paused for a moment, the expression on his face was obviously a bit malicious.

But Song Mu immediately showed a bright smile towards the other party, his teeth shining in the dark night.

"Unfortunately, the reason why I told you this news is not to ask you to do something."

"I'm just telling you a fact, since he is my teacher, then naturally..."

"I also learned a little bit from him."

As Song Mu said this, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and Ke Jijin turned hard, and a furious expression suddenly appeared on his face.

And Song Mu had already picked up the Chinese paper in his hand, and at this moment, all the writing power in his body and the power of thinking in his mind were pouring into it crazily.

The jade ring in his hand was shining, and the things in front of Song Mu immediately shone brightly!

"Damn it, it turns out that you are already an environment builder, damn it!"

Ke Jijin was furious at this moment, his face once again showed an extremely ferocious expression, and immediately grabbed Song Mu fiercely.

And the paper had already burned in front of him, and the last sentence disappeared into flying ashes.

"...How much do you know about flowers falling?"

It's all too late.

The next moment, the dazzling light made Ke Jijin feel that there was a change in front of his eyes, the sky seemed to be a little brighter all of a sudden, and at this moment everything around him had undergone tremendous changes.

The flowing water is gurgling, the sky is dark, the birds are singing in the mountain stream, and there seems to be another patter of raindrops falling, where the rain flowers become flowers, but they wither in an instant.

Everything around here is familiar, yet extremely strange.

Ke Jijin's heart tightened, and he looked around, but Song Mu was nowhere to be seen.

This is the first time that Song Mu has completely inspired a foreign land.

They used the poems of Meng Hao and Meng Haoran, who are second only to Tao Gong in the Pastoral Poetry School!

In just a moment, Song Mu felt that the literary power and mental power in his body were being crazily taken away, but Ke Jijin in front of him had lost his position.

This world is written in words, but the reason why there are three major subdivisions of occupations is also because of this kind of mysterious imperial power.

Civil War Master, Realm Builder, and Realm Breaker.

Each identity represents a big difference in the abilities he can display in his life.

At this moment, for the first time, Song Mu appeared in front of others completely as a realm builder!

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　Note: Meng Haoran, whose real name is Meng Hao, and whose courtesy name is Haoran, we mostly call him by his surname and character. The same people include Qu Yuan (name Ping), Xiang Yu (name book), and Tang Bohu, who everyone should know. Meng Haoran is a landscape of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. As an idyllic poet, this chapter selects his representative work "Spring Dawn".

　　
　
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