I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 22 The rain is coming
As soon as the literary spirit entered the body, Song Mu was overjoyed immediately.

Because this style of writing is more intense, and it is also very pure.

This poem is only a little more talented than the "Moss" I made before, but it is absolutely impossible to have such a pure literary spirit.

The only explanation is that this is the result of Ouyang Hong's operation just now.

Song Mu, who closed his eyes to accept the literary spirit, felt that the ancient books were trembling in his head, and this poem was added to the pages of the ancient books again.

Auxiliary war poetry, five fights of talent.

An explanation appeared on the page, and Song Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This Qingming poem is really good, and I believe it will be a good help in the future.

I don't know how long it took, until the literary spirit was completely absorbed by the ancient books, Song Mu slowly opened his eyes, and Jin Changwu and Ouyang Hong were looking at their poems and saying something.

But in front of the table, Nalu Jue has turned into a piece of stone sculpture, completely lifeless.

"That's right, you absorb literary energy much faster than others. I have purified Lu Jue's last sliver of pure literary energy to you. How do you feel now?"

Seeing Song Mu open his eyes, Ouyang Hong asked immediately.

Song Mu nodded with a smile: "The students just feel that they are almost full of literary power."

"Haha, don't worry. These days, read more classics, write more articles, and settle down. When the time comes for the college exam, I believe you will be pleasantly surprised!"

Jin Changwu also nodded at the moment, but pointed to the poem in front of him and said.

"This poem is quite Zen-like, but it has some connection with Buddhism. Song Mu, your scope of study is very wide."

Song Mu hurriedly said modestly.

"Song Mu didn't dare, it's just that the elders in the family had eaten fast and recited Buddha's name, so they made it based on their childhood memories."

It is a fact that some people in the Song family used to eat vegetarian food and recite the Buddha's name. Song Mu just made an excuse for himself.

Moreover, Song Mu also realized that the decline of Buddhism in this world is severe. Buddhism still inherits the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. The original Master Shenxiu and Master Huineng do not exist.

In this way, Song Mu wrote this Zen poem.

And Jin Changwu and Ouyang Hong also nodded at the moment, apparently having no objection to this.

This talented Qingming poem is naturally included in Dengwen Pavilion, and will be shared with Dengwen Pavilion all over the world. Song Mu only came to this world for less than half a month, and there are two poems that can be sung all over the world. , Has achieved what others may not achieve in a lifetime.

After the matter of the dungeon was over, Song Mu was also escorted out of the dungeon, and when Jin Changwu also returned outside and watched Song Mu leave, his expression suddenly sank.

At the same time, several county government officials called by Jin Changwu also came to the scene, and Jin Changwu told them an amazing thing.

There are demons trying to overthrow Shiyang County, demonize the people, and use this to sweep the entire Jizhou Prefecture.

This extremely shocking news was naturally collected by Ouyang Hong from Nalujue's mind, but it was really impossible to get any closer, and only found a specific time.

August.

The time is at hand.

A shocking conspiracy surfaced under the influence of a poem by Song Mu.

And Song Mu didn't know that he unintentionally stirred up the wind and rain in Shiyang County again.

……

When Song Mu came down from the north city wall, the sky had already dimmed. Two officials escorted Song Mu all the way to the entrance of the alley. Then Song Mu went in alone and returned to the ancestral house.

The second uncle had already returned, and was helping the second aunt to light the fire in the kitchen, when he heard the sound of Song Mu pushing the door and entering the yard, he got up and walked out.

"Mu Geer, you are back, where have you been?"

Song Liangda asked softly, his nephew has made him look good in the past two days, and even he was working as a coolie on the city wall, but today he is taken care of, and only needs to do some work on arranging material transportation.

Since this nephew came back from going to Yanggang, he seemed to have been completely enlightened. Not only did he write better articles and poems, but he even behaved more fluently.

So now Song Liangda looked at his nephew and was completely satisfied.

Song Mu and Song Liangda briefly said that they were summoned by the county magistrate today to explain what happened last night, and they didn't mention everything in the dungeon.

Song Liangda looked a little scared when he heard that, yesterday he was too happy and drank too much wine, he didn't even remember what happened after getting into the carriage.

It was only at the construction site today that I heard others talk about the change of soldiers and horses in the city last night. It seemed that something went wrong, and then Song Liangda realized that this time it had something to do with him.

"It's fine if it's okay, it's fine if it's okay. Now let's be careful in everything, but don't let anything happen again."

Song Liangda sighed and said, and also dragged Song Mu into the room. In the room, Mrs. Zhu and Yaya had already set up tables, chairs and food, and they were waiting to eat.

This was the warmest moment for the Song family. No matter how late it was every day, as long as there was no prior notice, they would wait for the whole family to arrive before eating.

Song Mu sat down and picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and the full meal was already put into the bowl.

Song Liangda and Zhu's love for Song Mu is beyond words.

"No need, auntie, let's eat these together, for Yaya."

Song Mu was moved, and hurriedly stopped the two of them from picking up food for him. Instead, he stretched out his chopsticks and put some food into the bowls of the three of them.

"Alright, alright, Xiao Mu, you don't have to worry about it. Second Uncle has got a good job now. Let's not talk about delicious food and spicy food. Naturally, it's no problem to fill your stomach."

Song Liangda wiped his eyes at his sensible nephew and said.

Yaya, who was eating, shook her legs and looked at her father with a smile.

"Daddy is ashamed and shed tears."

Mrs. Zhu also felt a little bit emotional, Song Mu said a few words of comfort, and hurriedly greeted him for dinner, with an appearance of family harmony.

After dinner, Song Mu fetched a bucket of water to wash in the room as usual.

It's not yet autumn, and the weather is still a bit hot. Song Mu wears a thin robe every day, and he is still sweating profusely. Naturally, the smell of sweat on his body is a bit strong.

So after he got better, Song Mu insisted on taking a bath every day, and then washed all the clothes by himself.

The second uncle kept telling Zhu to do these things, but Song Mu declined.

Song Mu, who was used to being independent since he was a child, has formed a habit of doing these things.

After drying the clothes, Song Mu returned to the room, carefully lit the oil lamp, took out the book, spread his pen and ink, and began to think about the topic that Sun Xiucai gave himself today.

After all, making a fuss is still an important factor for success.

Only by writing a good article can one be able to do a job well in the examination room of the college, and when the writing power is concentrated, it will be a matter of course.

Song Mu turned on the lamp to fight at night, scrapping a few pieces of bamboo paper with distress, and finally wrote a satisfactory answer.

When he got up to go to the bathroom, Song Mu looked at the sky above his head, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, it was already late at night.

When studying like this, Song Mu hadn't felt it for some years.

Now there is still a bit of emotion.

"The only way to become a master is to suffer bitterly." Song Mu murmured, drained the water, turned and went back to the house.

Lying down, Song Mu didn't really fall asleep, but opened the ancient book in his mind, and started another practice.

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　Mountains, rivers and thousands of mountains are always love, can you collect and vote (*╯3╰)~~
　　
　
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