I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 851
"Everyone come out quickly, the third child and the others have returned safely, and brought a lot of prey!"

As dusk approached, a hurried voice sounded in a village at the foot of the mountains, and the people who heard the shout all came out of their houses and looked outside the village in a hurry.

An old man in sackcloth in the village also hurried out at this moment, his expression relaxed when he heard the news, and he raised his hand with some joy and shouted at the man who was running.

"Huzi, but Xuewen and the others rescued him?"

The stout man ran up to the old man with white beard and hair, but he shook his head and said.

"It should be. Xuewen was brought back by the third child. There is a lot of blood on his chest."

Hearing this, the old village chief's expression suddenly changed, and he looked anxiously at the entrance of the village.

"How is the academic situation? Hu Zi, go and call Dr. Liang."

Hearing this, the tiger nodded and ran to find the old magic doctor in the village, but the old village chief hurried towards the entrance of the village with the support of another man.

"Father, Xuewen is a literati. His body is stronger than mine, so he should be fine."

"But the wolves in this mountain are also very powerful. Let's go to the entrance of the village quickly."

The old village head walked anxiously, and the people around who heard the words also headed towards the village entrance.

At the entrance of the village, Song Mu watched as a group of villagers rushed out of the village and carried the injured men in one after another. For a while, there was cheering and crying at the entrance of the village. In front of this is quite a huge village.

Jie Zezhu landed on Song Mu's shoulder at this moment, and a pair of small eyes also scanned the surroundings.

"It seems that for so many years, the people in this village have lived a splendid life."

As Song Mu said so, he couldn't help admiring wherever he glanced.

I think back when I rescued these people, they were all emaciated and ugly. Although the village was barely built, it was in a state of desolation everywhere.

But now, as far as he could see, the faces of the people in this village were all ruddy, and Song Mufa even saw a lot of people with a surge of culture.

It's just that there are only a few children at most.

The only person in the realm of a scholar was a young man at a weak age that he had rescued in the deep mountains led by that little boy.

It's just that although that person has the realm of a scholar, he doesn't know the slightest bit of literary power to operate the method, and he was injured by the pack of wolves.

If he hadn't acted by himself, he didn't know what would happen later.

Even so, Song Mu was quite curious about the situation in front of him.At the beginning, they rescued these poor people who were shrouded in the shadow of the demons, and many of them were illiterate.

Although he later allowed these villagers to use the Zangshu Pavilion in this foreign land, Song Mu only left some excellent works handed down in it at the beginning, but there was no book on the practice of literary strength.

Song Mu did not allow these people to practice the Wenli method at the beginning, but also because of their identities. The people who came out of the place of the demon religion were oppressed by the demons, so there must be some people who are extremely thirsty for power. Song Mu was able to save their bodies, but They can't control their desires. If someone is really talented, they are eager for power.

Song Mu didn't want to see another person like Song Liwen come out of his hands, so he kept such a hand.

What's more, to advance to the realm, it is difficult for non-talented people to rely on Tianxing to advance, so Song Mu can rest assured that these people can read and write.

But this world is only a hundred years old, these people can be said to be self-taught, and they can actually generate some mysterious literary power in their hearts.

This really aroused interest in Song Mu's heart, and asked Jie Zezhu a question.

"What your Excellency said before, I think this is it?"

Jie Zezhu looked sideways slightly, noncommittal.

But right after that, Jie Zezhu said suddenly.

"But do you see anything else, Your Excellency?"

Song Mu frowned slightly, looked around again, but raised his eyebrows suddenly.

At this moment, more and more people came from the entrance of the village, and there were hundreds of people present.

Among them were old and weak, women and children, but Song Mu suddenly discovered that half of them had surging cultural energy.

This can be said to be a situation that Song Mu has never seen before. In the Wen Dynasty, it was common for the heirs of the family to cultivate the literature, and it can be seen that the whole body is full of literary energy at an octogenarian age.

But that would definitely not be seen at a glance, half of the people in the city are like this.

It will never be in a rural village that there are dozens or hundreds of people with literary talents.

If that's the case, why do the villages of the Wen Dynasty need the blessing and protection of the Tongwen stele? If ordinary monsters dare to get close, they will definitely end up in ashes.

This kind of situation immediately made Song Mu extremely surprised, and when he was thinking about it, he saw an old man walking over in a hurry.

"Xuewen, are you okay?!"

Before the old man came to the front, he shouted anxiously, and a young man lying on the stretcher beside him also tilted his head slightly and nodded slightly.

This is the young man who Song Mu rescued with the cultivation of a scholar.

At that moment, the old village chief pulled Dr. Liang forward to check the situation, and talked to the young man again. Several strong men carried the stretcher and brought Xuewen into the village, but the old man looked at the standing Song Mu on one side hurried forward and cupped his hands.

"It turned out that Your Excellency saved our people, I am really grateful!"

The old village head said so, and immediately bowed his hands to Song Mu, and Song Mu also bowed his hands, but the little boy Lynch who found Song Mu suddenly rushed out and said, pulling the old village head's sleeve.

"Grandpa Village Chief, this old grandpa is amazing. He took me in the woods and flew in front of Daddy. With just a wave of his hand, those wolves fell to the ground and died."

The little guy said so, but his eyes couldn't help but look at Song Mu's face, full of reverence at the moment.

At least in his opinion, what Song Mu did was, in his eyes, a miracle.

The old village chief was also in a daze when he heard this, but Song Mu just smiled, and then spoke to the old man.

"This old village chief, I can do nothing more than lift a finger."

Song Mu cupped his hands and said, but the old village head became more and more respectful, after all, he had never seen such a person before.

But he couldn't help but look at Song Mu a few more times as he clasped his hands together. He always felt a little familiar in his heart, but he couldn't say it for a while.

Song Mu was only interested in the situation of the village at the moment, so he asked directly.

"Old village chief, forgive me for being presumptuous. I see that in your village, many people in your clan have culture, right?"

"Gentleman?"

The old village head was taken aback when he heard these words, and then suddenly responded.

"It should be Wenqi, we all call it divine power."

Saying so, the other party also showed a somewhat proud look on his face.

"It is this kind of divine power that makes our people strong and prolongs their lives."

Song Mu's eyes flickered even more, and he asked.

"Oh? I don't know how to get this?"

Hearing Song Mu suddenly ask this sentence, the old man suddenly paused, but at this moment he showed hesitation, and immediately opened his mouth to speak.

"Your Excellency saved our people today, why not go into the village and tell the story, and the old man will prepare some thin wine to entertain you once or twice."

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak directly, Song Mu nodded and followed him to the village.

Walking into this village, although there are mostly thatched cottages, the roads are still clean, and there are criss-crossing paths in the distance, with a hint of golden yellow in the emerald green.

In this foreign land, it was originally a place to live and work in peace and contentment.

The old village head brought Song Mu to his home, and they sat on the couch together, filling Song Mu's wine glass, but he asked.

"Your Excellency, you have practiced in the mountains for many years?"

Song Mu was holding the dishes between his chopsticks and savoring the long-lost taste of the world. He also looked at the other party and nodded slightly when he heard these words.

The old village head spoke.

"Then do you know where this place is?"

Song Mu frowned when he heard this, and looked at the other party puzzled, but the other party continued to speak.

"The old man may be euphemistic, but this is the place now, do you know where it is in the Wen Dynasty?"

Song Mu hadn't heard the word Wenchao for a long time, but he paused at this moment, and didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

After all, when I brought them into it at the beginning, they didn't know that this was just a world among their own civil soldiers.

"My family's ancestors were sent here by a benefactor a hundred years ago, and they thrived in this way, which is how they are today."

The old village head said so, but now he looked outside and said.

"But when my ancestors died in peace, they kept saying that they would go to the Wen Dynasty."

"Say that Wen Dynasty is our destination. Only then can we find a benefactor and repay the kindness."

"In the past hundred years, our tribe has traveled thousands of miles, but outside this world, there are few people and it is difficult to find traces of the Wen Dynasty."

"This mountain is not without danger, and there are many people who have been buried here and there for a hundred years."

"Fortunately, with the divine power bestowed by this benefactor, we can continue on."

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(End of this chapter)