I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 862

The imperial mausoleum of the Wen Dynasty has entered a state of tension for a long time.

In the past, only the burial of kings and the birth of Confucianism would make the quiet imperial tomb in the depths of Helan Mountain appear a bit busy, but now, in this imperial tomb, many soldiers are standing in it, and there are even many soldiers in it. People with strong cultivation bases are coming one after another.

If we talk about the difference, it is that the clothes on these people all have the same logo.

This is the symbol of the royal family, and it also means that these people are all members of the royal family.

"What's going on there now, it can be seen that the saint was born?"

A short and fat man came out in a hurry at this moment, and asked the soldiers on the side, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

This person is a family member of the Li family, who was enfeoffed on the side of Helan Mountain, the descendant of King Yong on the banks of the Yellow River. Although the land of the imperial mausoleum is within his fiefdom, although he cannot govern it, but when he encounters such movements, he will not hesitate to ask him a question. Not obtrusive.

It's just that everyone has come here for some time, but until now, no one knows who the saint who broke through is.

Even Li Long of the Royal Guard was also puzzled at this moment.

"A disciple of the Song Clan's Ci School?"

Several people heard what Li Long said, and they frowned even more at this moment, and King Yong even asked Li Long directly.

"What does this person look like?"

"It looks like he is only [-] years old, but he has white hair, so he is very handsome."

"You are not very old, but you can break through the realm of Confucianism?"

"Could it be Yan Daru's direct disciple?"

"How is this possible? Does the Song Clan have such talented disciples?"

Someone made a guess, but it was immediately rejected by others, and everyone's faces became more and more curious. Some people even couldn't help but want to go further in, but they were stopped by the guards.

"The Song Ci School is really lucky. With such two great Confucian scholars, the foundation of this school should be more stable."

Someone said so immediately, with a bit of envy in his words, and there were also people beside him echoing.

"That's right, who would have thought that the foundation stone laid by the champion of the Song Dynasty would now have such a glorious career."

"Achieving a sect in decades is rare and rare in this world!"

A few people said that, the thoughtful person had already made up his mind to visit the Song Clan's Ci School for a while, or get married with the elders of the sect, the future must be a smooth road.

And suddenly, everyone suddenly felt a force blooming, and at this moment everyone looked towards the imperial tomb in unison, and after waiting for a while, a figure slowly walked out of it.

The visitor was dressed in a white shirt, and came slowly at this moment, with a tall and straight figure coupled with a handsome and slightly vicissitudes of face, he carried a somewhat extraordinary aura.

Everyone looked at it one after another, and under the exploration of that power, they only felt that the people in front of them were like a vast ocean, which was already a manifestation of transcendence.

Immediately, someone's expression flashed, and then immediately raised his hands, bowed his hands in salute, and shouted loudly.

"Welcome the saint to leave the customs, Confucianism and Taoism are the most holy!"

After the voice fell, other people followed suit, and the people who came heard this, and immediately bowed their hands to everyone, their faces were extremely calm at the moment.

"Song thanked you all."

With just one sentence, there was a wonderful change on the faces of those people. This person called himself Song, so it seems that he is indeed a child of the Song family.

Everyone was clamoring, but at this moment, King Yong squinted his eyes and looked at Song Mu, and suddenly exclaimed.

The people next to him were shocked by King Yong's sudden sound, but they saw that King Yong had already pointed at Song Mu, and then opened his small eyes wide, and said inconceivably.

"How is this possible? You, you are Song Mu?!"

"Song...Mu?!"

Someone next to me heard these words, and at this moment, they also murmured and repeated, but they paused suddenly, and then shook their heads unconsciously.

"It's impossible, Song Zhuangyuan already..."

Nayong Wang said with a heavy nod.

"No mistake, there is a painter in my family who is best at drawing people."

"From the number one scholar in Song Mu High School back then, to Chang'an several times later, all of them have left pictures."

"He is the person in the painting!"

Everyone was in an uproar, but someone said loudly.

"But Song Zhuangyuan died in battle, so how can the news be wrong?"

"Everyone, to be honest, I am Song Mu."

"In the first battle, I did not die."

Song Mu's voice suddenly came out at this moment, and the few people who were about to argue suddenly paused when they heard this, but at this time Song Mu suddenly exerted force on his feet, and the words that had been reached at this moment suddenly appeared.

In the next moment, Song Mu's figure shot straight into the sky, turned into a stream of light and went away, and at the same time, a word came leisurely.

"Everyone can tell the world."

"The demons in all directions have not been eradicated, how dare Song die!"

As the word spread, everyone standing in the imperial mausoleum was stunned at the moment, and finally someone spoke after a long time.

"Then if it is the real Song Zhuangyuan, what will happen to the world?"

Someone nearby heard it, and at this moment, a look of surprise burst out of his eyes, and he was actually excited at the moment.

"The haze of those decades has been swept away!"

"The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty was born, the strength of great Confucianism, and the literati of the world, will all follow with arms!"

A young literati said this, with an uncontrollable excitement on his face, but when the elderly people heard it, they looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly someone said something.

"But I don't know whether this time is the blessing of the human race or the disaster of the human race."

Song Mu had no time to listen to other people's gossip about him. At this moment, he just took Gu Qingqing into a stream of light and headed straight to the south. The mountains and rivers under his feet quickly receded.

Traveling in this world again, the continuous power in my body made me even more confident.

Song Mu hadn't felt this way for decades.

The majestic power in his body made Song Mu feel that it was finally time for him to flex his muscles again.

Gu Qingqing beside him looked at the smug Song Mu, but at this moment, a bit of loneliness and worry flashed across his face, but he just leaned on his shoulder lightly.

In just a moment, Song Mu had already crossed thousands of miles, and his figure suddenly stopped in the air at this moment, and then slowly fell towards the bottom.

In the city of Chang'an, the common people saw a stream of colorful light streaking across the sky, and people with great power all over the city suddenly jumped into the air to meet the light.

And that light fell in an instant, but the direction went straight to the imperial city.

The speed was fast, but the generals protecting the city did not move forward. At the same time, there was a sudden sound of drums beating in the imperial city.

People on Suzaku Street suddenly saw several groups of burly soldiers appearing at the gate of the imperial city. They lined up in front of the palace gate one after another, and the tall and heavy palace gate of the imperial city slowly opened at this moment.

The sound of Hu Shu's turning spread, but only a stream of light fell down, and the light disappeared in the next moment, revealing two figures.

The beating of drums in the imperial city was even louder, those burly soldiers suddenly stood up straight, and then shouted loudly.

"Welcome the saint!"

The sound spread to the surroundings, and countless people stopped immediately, looking at the middle-aged man.

The next moment, someone suddenly knelt down, and soon everyone on Suzaku Avenue was kneeling down.

When the saint comes, all the people kneel. This is the glory that belongs only to the saint, and it is also the most wished thing in the hearts of the people.

But immediately, a force suddenly rippled away from the fallen person, and many people only felt a surge of power under their knees, and the next moment they pushed themselves to stand up.

"Elders and elders, Song Mu has not achieved Taoism, has not made great achievements, and has not been able to benefit the common people. He must not accept this gift."

Suddenly a voice came, Song Mu bowed his head and said to the people on Zhuque Street.

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(End of this chapter)