I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 627: The servants sit comfortably and perish!
Tan Xiang's angry reprimand reached the ears of everyone gathered around the altar.

At this moment, the expressions of these people changed slightly, but they all looked at Feng Qi.

Feng Qi narrowed his expression at the moment, feeling a little annoyed at the sudden arrival of these people.

But he just waved his hand slightly, and then looked at Li Ao again.

Li Ao also noticed this situation, and there was a change on his slumped face at the moment.

And all the officials who had been instructed by Feng Qi also released their literary power at this moment.

A few of them came out and lined up with other Imperial Scholars, looking at Tan Pang and others who were coming towards them.

At this moment, the officials who used to quarrel endlessly in the court hall are confronting each other with real swords and guns today.

Song Mu was also standing in it at the moment, his aura was also rippling, and his eyes were fixed on Li Ao who was sitting on the steps of the sacrificial altar.

Tan Xiang was walking in the front right now, but there was one person standing in front of him. It was the Minister of Rites. The eyes of both sides met, and Tan Xiang just said something lightly.

"Lu Yulin, what method did Feng Qi use to seduce you like this?"

"Hmph, Tan Zhongye, you are so crazy. This Wen Dynasty has been agitated by you for many years. Today, I will wait for Your Majesty, Lord Qing!"

As Lu Yulin said this, the aura from his body suddenly swayed, and then he held a blue brush in his hand, and there were a little stars gathering on it.

When Tan Xiang saw such a situation, his expression also changed at this moment, the light of the long mace in his hand converged, and the figures of both sides were torn apart suddenly.

The next moment, the two collided fiercely at the corner of the square.

The violent literary energy swept all around, and the surrounding Hanlin Jinshi retreated one after another, and the two fought on the square.

But on the entire altar square, the ground engraved with strange patterns is constantly flashing with streamers, and it is not affected by these literary fluctuations at all.

And following Tan Xiang's move, a big battle was about to break out, and a group of officials actually made a move one after another, and all of them looked angry at this moment.

Song Mu was also among them. When his physical strength was growing wildly, he threw out a series of attacks, knocked several Jinshi into the air, and forced a Hanlin to retreat crazily.

The servant of the household department was also very surprised when he saw Song Mu's actions. He was similar in strength to Song Mu, but he was suppressed by Song Mu everywhere, and he was powerless to fight back!

"Song Mu, you are Feng Xiang's favorite person, how can you make a move for Tan Zhongye?"

"Don't say that, I am an official with Wen Chao, and I don't depend on his favor and appreciation!"

"You should stop immediately and rescue His Majesty with me!"

Song Mu roared angrily at this moment, and the power in his hands became fierce again.

In Song Mu's view, what Feng Qi said before was nothing but nonsense.

Why is it that the so-called frustration in the court is caused by others and intends to plot?
Could it be that what he did today was so glorious?
Song Mu, who respects Confucianism and Taoism, is extremely indignant that a great Confucian who has read poetry and books has only learned the word Bijun!

What's more, Li Ao is not a faint king. To Song Mu, he is a king, an elder, and a bosom friend.

His heart is for the people, so he can't just sit idly by!

Song Mu clenched his fists with both hands, and hit Hanlin hard at this moment. At this moment, he completely knocked him into the air, and his figure quickly moved forward again.

But someone stopped in front of him immediately, and this official who followed Feng Qi was not an unknown person!
Chang Yidong appeared in front of Song Mu at this moment, but his face was very stern. He snorted coldly, and all the words came towards Song Mu.

The breath gushed out from it, bringing up flames all over the sky, and the tornado entwined, Song Mu turned around, supported by luck.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent had already swung tens of meters away. At this moment, Song Mu looked up, and what he saw was on the altar, Feng Qi was about to reach out and force Li Ao to take the seal.

"Shizier dare!"

But at this moment, a figure surged into the arena, and then Wen Li formed a tornado of his own, pushing away a group of literati.

When Song Mu looked at it, he realized that it was Yan Fu!

At this moment, Yan Fu released the power of his body, and the literary power rose from all around, following his aura and surging forward, among which there were poems and prose that were automatically combined, and then there were frequent visions, and they flew out one after another when they were touched.

Even Chang Yidong just now was directly swung away by the other party, and his face was full of surprise at the moment.

"The pinnacle of a bachelor!"

Chang Yidong's face was full of shock, and Yan Fu's aura finally caught Feng Qi's gaze.

As if feeling Yan Fu's breath coming towards him, he finally turned around and faced him directly.

"Feng Qi, when the old man will take the test, you will still test the chief examiner."

"The old man still remembers now that the subject of the scriptures and righteousness back then was the inner sage and the outer king!"

"There is the virtue of a saint inside, and the way of a king outside, Feng Qi, you forgot these four words!"

Yan Fu's words had never been so heavy, and at this moment, the aura on his body was also rising steadily, and he faintly used his own strength to counteract the crowd of scribes.

"Come to fight! Don't let me, a student, look down on you, a teacher!"

Yan Fu sternly shouted, his footsteps surged, and he actually left a deep footprint on the square that even the Grand Scholars could not destroy.

The next moment, the two palmed each other across the air, and the power surged and scattered, and everyone around them exclaimed again and again.

It seemed that Feng Qi had also sensed Yan Fu's power, and the expression on his face changed at this moment, and he shouted angrily.

The poetry soared to the sky, and it turned into a palm, pushing Yan Fu away.

Yan Fu yelled loudly and tried his best, while below, Tan Ping and others walked forward quickly.

"You guys are just making it more difficult for me in the future!"

Feng Qi's angry reprimand suddenly spread, and the officials who followed him also roared angrily. At this moment, they all tried their best, as if they wanted to fight for Feng Qi.

Chang Yidong stood up again, but saw a figure beside him suddenly flashing past, and when he waved his hand to beat him, he saw a red glow pushing him away.

Looking closely again, he saw that Song Mu had already stepped forward, heading straight for Li Ao.

"Go away!"

Chang Yidong was lucky and talented, but the next moment, there was a breath coming from his side, and when he saw the person in front of him, Chang Yidong also moved suddenly.

"Master Han..."

The person who came was Han Feng, a scholar of the Ministry of Rites. Chang Yidong also trembled when he saw this old man who did not participate in political affairs present.

"Chang Yidong, when did you win over Feng Qi like this?"

When Han Feng saw the other party, his expression was gloomy at the moment, but the strength in his hand was not weak at all, so he directly surrounded him at this moment.

Chang Yidong tried to struggle, but only for a moment, but he just stopped angrily, with unwillingness on his face, but he didn't dare to get angry with the old man.

At this moment, Song Mu also quickly crossed the layers of protection and arrived at Li Ao's side.

"His Majesty!"

"Song Mu!"

Song Mu fell in front of Li Ao, he didn't care about saluting at this moment, he just grabbed Li Ao and went towards the altar.

Seeing Song Mu's urgent face, Li Ao's heart was suddenly touched at this moment. Although his face was pale, he still spoke.

"Song Aiqing, I'm sorry."

"Why did His Majesty say that?"

Song Mu said without turning his head, brought Li Ao down on the high place of the altar, took a few breaths, typed out two papers this time, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember what you said to me back then?"

"You say that I am not a political minister, nor can I be a powerful minister."

Li Ao was stunned, and looked at Song Mu, but Song Mu put away his long sword, and at this moment he used his writing power to strike straight at his feet.

Wen Li invaded it, but saw waves surging above, and looking over the square, several elders had already appeared at the four corners of the square, and they released their strength into the ground one after another.

"In the Tang Dynasty, Li Siye once said in a poem that the mountains and rivers are majestic, and the people and ministers can sit and die in peace."

Song Mu's voice came again, and now he looked at Li Ao with a firm expression.

"Your Majesty, the humble minister has the courage to try to be such a minister!"

At this moment, surging power poured into the altar, and when the golden light lit the altar, Li Ao's eyes suddenly widened.

The solemn and mature man in front of him made Li Ao suddenly return to that early autumn night, in his dream the stars pierced the night sky and fell to the south of the sky. When he woke up from the dream, he was extremely disappointed.

And fortunately, the star genius from that day is still in front of him.

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(End of this chapter)