I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 702 To Yingzhou
Just when Song Mu asked Tian Qianduan if he could reforge Chuanze for himself, the voice of Jiezezhu in the white jade scroll came.

He said that if Song Mu had any weapons to forge in the future, he could find him to smelt and make them.

"I don't know what your Excellency said can forge Wenbing, but is it true?"

Song Mu carefully asked that Jie Zezhu in his heart, and Jie Zezhu in the white jade scroll responded calmly.

"My flame can melt all the materials in this world, and it can also be used to condense shapes at will, it depends on what you think."

Song Mu was silent for a while. According to the other party, his control over the flame is subtle, as long as the material is of a certain grade, he can forge everything.

It's just that it has never been used in practice, so I want Song Mu to give some materials to try. This is why Song Mu finally chose Tian Qianduan to forge Chuanze for himself.

But listening to the other party's words at this moment, Song Mu had some different thoughts in his heart.

"How long does it take Your Excellency to forge a weapon?"

That Jie Zezhu pondered for a moment, and then said.

"The carapace of the demon emperor that I killed that day, if it is smelted and forged, it can be obtained in three days."

Song Mu also raised his eyebrows when he heard that, Jie Zezhu wouldn't tell lies about it, but Song Mu still frowned slightly.

After pondering for a while, Song Mu finally asked.

"You are serving me like this, what do you need me to do?"

Song Mu and this Jie Zezhu are not friends, but a relationship of mutual benefit. Song Mu doesn't believe that he is just forging for himself with good intentions, so he asks this question.

After hearing this, Jie Zezhu also seemed to pause, and then spoke to Song Mu.

"I want to keep getting celestial shards, any celestial shards."

Song Mu paused suddenly when he heard this, but immediately sneered.

"Your Excellency, don't you think that such remarks are really whimsical? How rare are the celestial shards, and how can I find new celestial shards? Besides, forging a civil soldier, can it be compared to a celestial shard?" ?”

When Song Mu asked such a question, he also expressed his disdain, but Jie Zezhu continued.

"But I know where the pieces are."

As soon as this remark came out, Song Mu paused for a moment, and at this moment, he couldn't help showing a bit of shock on his face, but he still pretended to be calm and said.

"The fragments you are talking about belong to the poetry sects of the human race?"

"Those are too small. Only the big one in the north is useful. I'm talking about the stars in other places that haven't been triggered by you yet."

"I have a feeling that if I get new pieces of the sky star, I will be able to remember more things, and maybe I will be able to know the Promised Land."

As soon as these words came out, Song Mu couldn't hold back the shock on his face any longer. He stood there for a moment, and said after taking a long breath.

"Then how do I do it?"

"If this kind of thing is in that extremely dangerous situation, I will never go there."

"Take your time. Of course, as a promise, you can give me part of the demon emperor's carapace first, and I will temper a weapon for you first."

Song Mu hesitated slightly when he heard this, but nodded immediately, and then threw a carapace from the tourmaline into the foreign space.

"Wait for my news. If there is a star within a hundred miles of you, I will tell you. Then you can decide whether to go or not."

After Jie Zezhu said this, he immediately calmed down, while Song Mu stood in place, waving away the strange situation at this moment, with a pensive expression on his face.

The things Jie Zezhu said to herself in this way can be regarded as dispelling the worries in her heart, but such a thing is unbelievable, but Song Mu doesn't know whether it is good or bad, and being able to sense the existence of the fragments of the sky star, this is what Jie Zezhu said. Zhu's method is already unbelievable.

This couldn't help but make Song Mu's heart beat even more. In this way, the celestial fragments that countless people, monsters, and barbarians in this world yearn for are at least within easy reach for him.

Suddenly receiving such news, Song Mu was also a little dazed about it, and after calming down, he turned around and went home again.

As soon as Song Mu returned to the Gu Zhai, he saw many carriages in front of the Gu Zhai, and many students gathered around. Seeing Song Mu coming, they immediately gathered around.

"Song Zhuangyuan, I'll wait..."

The students who suddenly gathered around immediately began to report their families, but soon someone among them said.

"Song Zhuangyuan, in a debate in Jinling City a few months ago, it was said that the Zhuangyuan's theory of practicality distorted Confucianism and Taoism. I don't know what the Zhuangyuan thinks?"

"Is the number one scholar willing to debate with all Confucian teachers and discuss the continuity of Confucianism and Taoism?"

A group of students said this one after another, with different expressions on their faces, but they all encouraged Song Mu, as if they wanted him to participate in the debate.

Song Mu only listened to Gu Chengxiu's advice yesterday, so he naturally bowed his hands to everyone, and then found an excuse to go to the Gu house.

When entering the Gu house, Song Mu saw the yard full of presents, among which there were a few old men sitting around drinking tea with Mr. Gu, seeing Song Mu coming in, they all stood up and bowed their hands.

Song Mu heard that his identity was that of a literati arguing about the right and wrong of Confucianism and Taoism in those days, so he couldn't help frowning slightly at this moment, and bowed his hands to everyone.

And among these few people, although they communicated peacefully with Song Mu, most of their words were inseparable from Song Mu's Xuanyuan Academy, as well as Song Mu's achievements over the years.

There was no admiration or envy in the words, but a bit of provocation.

Song Mu sent them away in harmony as before, and met a group of dignitaries, who came to congratulate Song Mu on his status as a great scholar.

Song Mu was very tired all day because of this, and Gu Chengxiu also talked to Song Mu.

"Looking at it now, this Jinling City is not a place to stay for a long time."

Song Mu also nodded, and immediately planned to visit Huaitong, because he really didn't want to disturb this muddy water.

And soon Song Mu received a letter from Song Huaitong. Now Song Huaitong is an official in Yingzhou, Huainan Road, but here is in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. Song Mu's trip is a bit different, but after all, he wants to see Mount Tai. Song Mu After receiving the letter, I planned to set off.

However, this group of Song Mu was not in a hurry to go west. This time, he went to Zhongzhou again, visited some Confucian scholars and scholars he knew in the past, and went to the Poetry School of the Du family before heading to Yingzhou this time.

Song Huaitong used to work as a local water transport envoy in Yingzhou, and was promoted to a high school a few days ago. He has already made such achievements at such an age. At least in the eyes of others, he must have a bright future in the future.

It's just that whether there is a factor of Song Mu, the father of a bachelor, is still a lot to figure out.

But Song Mu didn't care about it, he just came to visit relatives, after all, he hadn't seen the child in the family for ten years, Song Mu, a father, also wanted to see what the child looked like now.

Cars and horses rotated all the way, and Song Mu's family finally arrived at the boundary of Huangzhou.

It happened to be the golden autumn season at that time. All the way from north to south, there are mountains and forests here, but there are also vast fields. In early autumn, the rice fields are golden under the bright sun, and the wind blowing from the mountains brings the fragrance of rice.

Song Mu couldn't help but be pleased to see the people in the field harvesting rice, and the abundance of harvest everywhere.

"This year, it seems to be another bumper year."

Song Mu murmured at the moment, but Gu Qingqing had no time to listen to Song Mu's words. This time, he lifted the curtain of the carriage, looked ahead, and asked Song Mu how long it would take to arrive from time to time.

Aizi is an official in a foreign country, and Gu Qingqing only visited it once, so it has been several years since he has seen Song Huaitong, and at this moment, there is inevitably some hope on his face.

And soon Song Mu and others finally saw a city revealed on the flat field.

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