I slay demons and demons with poetry

When the sound came into the courtyard, Song Mu had already strode forward, and the servants around him all gave a meal when they heard what Song Mu said.

But in the depths of the courtyard, there was a sound immediately, and Song Mu could hear some shouts with difficulty.

"But Jing Zhao?"

"Is Jing Zhao back?"

Hearing this, Song Mu's face was also moved at this moment, his pace quickened, and he appeared in the backyard the next moment.

In the gazebo in the backyard, an old man was lying on a wooden bed, with white gauze hanging around it, blowing in the breeze, matching the shade of the trees, it was considered clean and cool.

And the old man was struggling to get up, and the two servants around him put down the things in their hands to help them, but they never thought that a hand would come after him.

"uncle!"

Song Mu said, looking at Song Liangda, whose face was already pale and his brows were hard to open, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Back then, my second uncle was waiting day and night, but now, he has lost the energy of the past.

Hearing Song Mu's voice, Song Liangda tried to open his eyes at this moment, Song Mu's appearance was reflected in his cloudy eyes, and he couldn't help being excited for a while.

The next moment Song Liangda coughed violently, causing Song Mu and the others to tense up.

Song Mu hurriedly supported the other party to lie down again, and released another gentle force to help Song Liangda soothe the surging Qi and blood.

"Jing Zhao, it's good that you come back."

Song Liangda held Song Mu's hand tightly, looking at him with some anticipation in his eyes.

When Song Mu left to realize Taoism, he naturally explained the situation to his closest second uncle.

It's just the situation at that time, and Song Mu didn't know whether he would have the day to leave the customs, even after he got out of the customs, maybe the world has already changed.

That was almost a farewell.

Now that we can see each other again, Song Liangda is naturally very excited. When his eyes swept over, Song Mu nodded slowly and said.

"Uncle, my nephew has not insulted the ancestors of my Song family, this time I have achieved the Tao."

Hearing this, Song Liangda's expression became a little excited again. Song Mu hurriedly said that he had gone to pay homage to his ancestors, and only came to see him this time. Song Liangda let out his breath and nodded.

"Okay, okay Jingzhao, this... This is the long-cherished wish of my Song family for more than ten generations."

Song Liangda looked at Song Mu, and said hello over and over again, but at the moment he also had a great appetite, and asked for lotus seed soup.

Song Mu stayed with Song Liangda for a quarter of an hour, and the two uncles and nephews talked about the past, and felt that Song Mu's aunt, Mrs. Zhu, could not see Song Mu today, so they just said that and went back to the room to rest.

Song Mu stood in the courtyard, feeling a little dazed.

This time Song Mu came here, first to share the good news with Song Liangda, and second, to tell Song Liangda about his next fight for the Wen Dynasty.

Song Mu didn't think that Song Liangda would have any objections to his decision, it was more like a younger generation in the family communicating with the elders.

But Song Liangda's attitude was as if he would not comment on anything except Song Mu'an in this world.

Song Mu was relieved for a moment, Song Liangda never talked too much about his own affairs, just like his parents, he only cared about Song Mu's food and clothing.

Song Mu is already the sole existence of more than a dozen generations of the Song family, and what is decided has long been conceived by extraordinary people.

Perhaps what I should do is to report to him that I am safe every time I return from going out.

Song Mu was relieved immediately, and immediately walked out of the yard, and the alley was still crowded with people.

I don't know who said "the sage has come out", all the waiting people looked at it one after another, the county magistrate in charge was also moved at the moment, looked at Yan Daru who was standing with his beard stroked, but bowed his head again.

Song Mu walked to the entrance of the alley and bowed his hands with the crowd, exchanged a few words with Yan Fu, and then wanted to go to the sect, but the county magistrate looked anxious, but saw Song Mu and Yan Fu talking very happily, and then Don't dare to rush forward.

But Yan Fu immediately interrupted Song Mu's topic, laughed a few times, and then spoke.

"Sovereign, the sect has a new look today, and it should be extraordinary, but before going to the sect, there is one more thing, I think the sect master should do."

Song Mu looked up and saw Yan Fu looking sideways, the county magistrate next to him had already stepped forward two steps and bowed to him again.

"Saint, I have a request, which is..."

"It's for my people in Shiyang, and then for the good fortune."

Shiyang county magistrate said so, and he was quite nervous at the moment, but he saw Song Mu's expression was natural.

"But I don't know what you are talking about..."

Song Mu asked, and the county magistrate hurriedly said respectfully again.

"Back to the sage, today the sage returned to his hometown in honor, and then brought great glory to the Song family in Shiyang, the Song family's poetry school, and I suddenly thought that there was also a great Confucian who wrote a pen on the city wall of Shiyang County."

On the city wall, there was naturally an article written by Song Mu's ancestor Song Wenrong.

Back then, the articles written by Song Wenrong, relying on a lingering prestige, wiped out a disaster and protected a city with one article, which is the divine power of a great Confucian.

And now, Shiyang County has also produced a saint.

Many people looked at Song Mu when they heard the county magistrate's suggestion.

Although today's Shiyang County is located not far from the Song Clan's School of Ci, with such blessings, there is no need to worry about disasters, but no one would think that it would be inappropriate for Song Mu to write on the city wall again.

Moreover, the literati in front of him is famous all over the world for his poems and essays, and they often benefit the common people.

Everyone also wanted to watch Song Mu write and leave an eternally famous poem here.

"Please write to the sage!"

Suddenly a young literati shouted, and many people followed suit, with a lot of excitement in their words.

The county magistrate paused, feeling that everyone was inappropriate, but suddenly saw Song Mu smile, and then nodded slowly.

"It's hard to turn down the kindness of the elders, so Song Mou also made a fool of himself."

Saying so, everyone cheered and gave way at this moment. Song Mu didn't fly up again, but raised his hand and walked slowly.

After a while, Song Mu climbed up to the city tower. On the bronze stele in front of him, the inscriptions were fine and detailed. Song Mu stopped to watch, feeling deeply moved for a while.

It seems that at this moment, I can also think of Song Wenrong's writing here.

And in Song Mu's mind, that turbulent night, the phantom that left a deep imprint in his heart slowly emerged.

Song Mu's heart suddenly moved, and the others had already prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones at this moment, but Song Mu suddenly stretched out his hand, the Chinese force surged in his hand, and a huge stone suddenly formed.

The scene of creating something out of thin air surprised everyone, but they saw the light flashing in Song Mu's right hand, and at this moment, he looked at everyone and said.

"Song is able to be in today's situation because he was blessed by his ancestors and did not dare to show off in front of his ancestors' articles."

"Today, let's put the words approved by the ancestors here."

Everyone's eyes widened one after another, and they saw Song Mu's fingers moving, his words were sharp, and words were scattered all over the boulder.

But in the blink of an eye, a poem has already been written on this boulder.

But when Song Mu withdrew his literary power, there was a flash of gold and iron on the boulder, and the light flickered on it, making the boulder extremely hard.

Everyone looked at it one after another, but they saw that the inscription on the boulder was written by Song Mu himself.

"Shiyang City Luanye County Learning Nostalgia"!
... (end of this chapter)