I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 309 On Sword Art

Song Mu followed He Zhiyong to a spacious courtyard.

The courtyard is surrounded by walls, and inside is an open space the size of a football field. The ground is completely paved with blue bricks, and there are a lot of training equipment on it. At this moment, there are also some men wearing the same strong clothes as He Zhiyong. In this training.

Seeing this scene reminded Song Mu of the time when he was training in the government school.

And as He Zhiyong came here, everyone here also stopped their movements and saluted He Zhiyong, all of them had reverent expressions on their faces.

Song Mu also learned from Dai Mingde that although this He Zhiyong is tall and thick, he is also a man of profound knowledge.

He is the leader of the younger generation of the He family.

Not only that, this He Zhiyong is both civil and military, and may become a Jinshi in the future, and he will be the mainstay of the He family in the future.

Such a character, with the halo of a family and his own abilities, is not an exaggeration to call him a genius.

However, He Zhiyong seemed to have a bad temper. At this moment, he just hurriedly bowed his hands to the crowd, and then asked them to clear the area.

Knowing that He Zhiyong was going to compete in kendo with others, these He's disciples were not surprised at all. At this moment, they cleaned up the venue quickly, but after looking at Song Mu, they were all stunned.

Because they realized that Song Mu's realm was just a scholar?
Although everyone was puzzled, Song Mu was also standing in the field at the moment, looking at He Zhiyong who was finishing preparations beside him.

He Zhiyong arched his hands towards Song Mu, and said in a deep voice at this moment.

"Brother Song, how do you say to learn from each other?"

Song Mu looked around for a moment, but said with cupped hands.

"Then let's try a few tricks. I really want to see how Brother He's poetry and sword intent can be used against the enemy."

After hearing this, He Zhiyong was obviously very satisfied, nodded immediately, and said with his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Then please do not hesitate to enlighten me."

Saying so, he heard the other party suddenly whispered.

"Wildness is full of loyalty, and Tihang has already passed through."

"Although there is no battle in the Nine Attacks, the army is still in May."

The eloquence became a chapter, and the power of raising people was formed in an instant, and the literary power instantly clung to He Zhiyong's body, and as if he had found a place to vent, he frantically rushed towards the long sword in his waist.

The surrounding disciples were watching with burning eyes, but there didn't seem to be much change in He Zhiyong's body at the moment.

Song Mu also took out a piece of paper at the moment, frowning a little, but heard the other party speak again.

"Wildness is full of loyalty, and Tihang has already passed through."

"Although there is no battle in the Nine Attacks, the army is still in May."

Chant it again.

Song Mu hadn't understood the meaning of this, but suddenly saw He Zhiyong's literary strength that had just been slowly restrained gushing out again at this moment.

The long sword was out of its sheath.

It's just that in the next moment, the long sword's sword tip was formed by condensing the literary power, and in the next moment, it bloomed violently towards the surroundings.

Song Mu was taken aback, and at this moment also unceremoniously threw out the poem in his hand.

A song "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" took shape quickly, and Song Mu also pulled out the long sword in his hand. At this moment, a stream of literary power poured into the sword in his body, and what was still overflowing from it seemed to be streams of water vapor.

This kind of situation made everyone very surprised. They didn't expect Song Mu, a scholar, to be able to come up with such methods?

He Zhiyong has also noticed the change in Song Mu at this moment, and the expression on his face is somewhat pleasant.

"Brother Song is really extraordinary."

As the voice fell, the long sword in the opponent's hand had already been swung, and it seemed that it was only slowly slid across the air, affecting those literary spirits.

It all doesn't look fast, it even feels a little slow.

But just the next moment, Song Mu's expression changed immediately.

Because it was an extremely thick sword light attack, which was rushing towards him at this moment.

Song Mu's heart rang out, and the long sword in his hand immediately swung out, and the stream of water suddenly shot out, mixing with the sword glow.

But the next moment, He Zhiyong said again.

"Brother Song, don't stop, let's continue!"

As he spoke, he could only hear him chanting again.

"The jasper makeup is as tall as a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down."

"I don't know who will cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

It's this "Ode to the Willow" again, and it's recited twice!
After He Zhiyong finished chanting, all he could see was that the tip of his sword suddenly released a burst of literary power, as light as a silk thread, dancing with the wind, but coming from all directions.

Song Mu was extremely surprised by this, but he already felt the changes brought about by the thousands of cultures in front of him.

At that moment, Song Mu also unceremoniously took out another poem, and threw it out immediately as before, cooperating with the long sword in his hand, and violently urged it with literary power.

But at this moment Song Mu paused again.

Because at this moment, the silk thread of literary power in front of him came in waves, and the amplitude was increasing rapidly, but at the next moment, an extremely huge power came from the end of the thread.

Song Mu's momentum also suddenly increased, and the two entangled each other, making bursts of explosions.

But when Song Mu launched his attack again, he found that there was nothing in front of him.

Then He Zhiyong was no longer in front of him.

Song Mu reacted suddenly, raised his sword sideways to block it, and saw two silk threads of Wenli attack fiercely, but the figure of He Zhiyong appeared on the other side.

Before Song Mu could turn around, the opponent's long sword was already in front of him. The next moment, a sword qi brushed against the skin of Song Mu's neck. Song Mu's Chuanze just came later and swung away.

He Zhiyong was already standing in front of Song Mu, but at this moment his eyes were on Chuanze in Song Mu's hands.

"Brother Song is holding a good sword!"

He Zhiyong put away the long sword, and said in admiration at this moment.

Song Mu, on the other hand, broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that the opponent's sword point almost passed his neck just now, and couldn't help feeling a little scared.

This is a feeling I have never had before, just three or two moves, and I was easily won by the opponent.

At this moment Song Mu also took away the long sword, heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a sigh of relief.

"Brother He really deserves his reputation. This kind of swordsmanship is really overwhelming."

He Zhiyong shook his head at the moment, and said with a smile on his face.

"Brother Song is not bad, but he was a little hesitant when using poetry."

Hearing these words, Song Mu thought of the scene of the other party fighting, and asked in surprise.

"Brother He taught me, I saw Brother He recited the poem twice, I don't know why..."

He Zhiyong seemed to understand Song Mu's doubts, so he spoke immediately.

"This is the way of the sword that I comprehend."

Song Mu was stunned for a moment, but at this moment he said in a puzzled manner.

"But Brother He recites the same poem every time. Reciting it twice will consume too much literary power?"

He Zhiyong shook his head and said.

"That's not the case. Although I am reading two poems, the emphasis is different each time."

Song Mu was stunned for a moment, and recalled the gap when the other party recited before launching an attack. It seemed that there was a different focus when they pronounced the words.

Sure enough, seeing Song Mu's expression, He Zhiyong said with a smile.

"Brother Song should have also thought of it. In a poem, there are not only one or two words that are useful, and what can be used should not be just a situation."

Song Mu suddenly thought of the difference between the other party in the spring breeze, the silk tape and the scissors moment, and suddenly realized something.

"It turns out that there is such a way to use it, but Song Mu is ignorant."

Only then did Song Mu realize that when he got the long sword from his master, he actually pursued the coordination with the long sword too much, so he mostly chose poems that aroused the water, but in fact this may be the shortcoming. Chuanze, but it does not mean that only poems with a lot of water can be used.

"Brother Song's strength is not bad, but it's a bit inappropriate to use the long sword in your hand like you are used to."

As He Zhiyong said so, he turned his eyes to the long sword in Song Mu's hand again, and said in a deep voice.

"I don't think Brother Song's sword is tailor-made, right?"

Song Mu, who heard this, naturally nodded in embarrassment, while He Zhiyong said.

"Brother Song can completely forge it again. If there are any good poems in the future, he can also engrave them on it again."

Having said that, He Zhiyong looked up at Song Mu and said.

"I remember that there seemed to be a literary meeting in the city, and one of the rewards was a red coral."

"Although the red coral comes from the sea, it has the toughness of metal and stone, and the balance of water, soil and wood. It is forged by fire, which should be beneficial to this sword."

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