The moment this clear and melodious female voice sounded, the fox demon jumped away in horror.
And Song Mu only felt that the scene in the cramped alley in front of him began to suddenly change in an instant, and a golden light appeared in front of his eyes. At this moment, his perspective was rising uncontrollably, and under him, a tall tower was rapidly piling up. .
The bricks and tiles were stacked and arched upward like blooming lotus flowers. In an instant, there was a golden eaves and brackets under their feet, and he was sitting high on it.
This reminded Song Mu of the scene when the dream unfolded in "Inception", but at this moment, looking at the distance, the buildings that quickly appeared here and the river view under the sunset made Song Mu even more awed.
"The old county of Yuzhang is the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings and the ground is connected to Henglu."
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"The three rivers lead to the five lakes; the wild bushes are controlled to lead Ouyue."
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The sound of solemn recitation came slowly. Song Mu turned his head and looked to follow the sound. He only saw the roof of the pavilion where he was at the moment. On the top of it, there was a young man standing with his hands behind his back.
This young man has a long face and wide eyes. He is wearing a black dress and has patterns drawn with gold threads all over his body. He blurts out lines of poems, and the cool breeze blows, and his clothes are hunting.
"Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion?"
Song Mu murmured something, but saw that the scenery around him had already changed. The setting sun was slightly lowering, and the ginger-yellow light was reflected on the river, connecting the sky and the earth. The attic was already brightly lit, and the stars were shining on the river. The evening breeze was blowing, okay. A beautiful view of the country.
This was the first time that Song Mu had seen someone else use poetry to achieve such mysterious power. "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" by Wang Bo, one of the Four Great Masters of the Early Tang Dynasty, could actually create such a magnificent painting!
Song Mu was clicking his tongue in amazement, and a frightened scream came from not far away.
"Who are you?! You actually ruined my good deeds!"
Song Mu came back from his admiration and saw that the previously triumphant and charming fox demon had jumped away and landed on a bracket in the attic, and was looking at the other side angrily.
Song Mu looked at the same, but his mouth opened wide in an instant.
The person that the fox demon was looking at was Li Mo'er, whom he met at the county school today. At this moment, Li Mo'er was also dressed in black gold silk clothes. His hanging bun was missing, and his long hair was tied behind his head. Although he was no more than thirteen years old, Four years old, but extremely handsome.
Li Moer glanced at Song Mu, her proud face was still indifferent, and she said to Song Mu.
"With a child's literary talent, a single sentence of ancient prose broke the illusion of this demon general. Mr. Song, your method surprised me even more."
Song Mu looked calm, but all doubts were written on his face.
Li Mo'er seemed to understand what Song Mu meant. She stepped lightly on the pavilion and pulled out a silver hairpin from the crown that bound her hair.
"Young Master Song, if you can write Xingwen poems today, you are already outstanding enough. The Song family culture has indeed not declined yet. Young Master, I will help you deal with this guy. He will be elected one day. Remember to come to us."
After Li Moer finished speaking, her whole body momentum suddenly changed. A jade pendant appeared on her waist, with a dragon pattern printed on it. At this moment, the light turned on, and she saw that the silver hairpin in her hand suddenly grew in size, and her breathing changed unexpectedly. It became a silver sword.
"But come to think of it, Master, didn't you say that I, Li Dushi, am no longer new to my poetry?"
Li Mo'er's voice came again, his eyes slightly squinting at Song Mu, his brows still filled with a very heroic look.
"Then please see clearly, Sir, why Li Du is the first among all the poems in the world!"
After he finished speaking, there was a sudden surge of shocking literary energy around him, and colorful literary energy appeared from Li Moer's body. Song Mu was stunned for a moment, but he heard Li Moer say softly.
“Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.”
Song Mu's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw thousands of sword lights flying rapidly from the sword in Li Mo'er's hand.
The sword rays shot towards the fox demon, and the fox demon immediately revealed its true form and roared crazily, with pink demonic power filling the air.
"Are you a Jinshi?! You are actually a scholar!!"
In the pink mist, the fox demon's shrill cry could be heard.
But the next moment, the sound of countless golden swords clashing was heard in the pink mist, and the pink mist immediately dissipated, and a figure fell heavily on the top of the pavilion.
Li Moer's body was still full of literary power, and she spat out another sentence from her small mouth.
"When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide your merit and fame."
As soon as the words fell, the literary energy surging around him, as well as the brilliant literary power that jumped out of Li Moer, disappeared out of thin air.
The one who landed on the top of the attic was the fox demon who had become extremely arrogant just now. When Song Mu saw that the fox demon was already dead, he could no longer die.
Li Mo'er, who had recovered her literary power, returned to normal again, like a sassy girl next door, jumping towards Song Mu, standing next to Song Mu, and then showed a smiling smile.
"How about it, Mr. Song, do you still believe that your country will have talented people for generations to come?"
Song Mu smiled bitterly, carefully looked at the girl in front of him, and slowly uttered a few words.
"You are Li Bai Shizong..."
Li Moer shrugged and pursed his lips, acquiescing to Song Mu's guess.
At this moment, Song Mu's heart was already stirred up by a storm. The little girl in front of him turned out to be a descendant of Li Bai's Shizong.
"Xia Ke Xing" blurted out, with its earth-shattering literary style, and the fox demon's roar before his death.
This little girl is actually a Jinshi?
One fox demon almost killed him in three or two strokes, but the other party only said four lines of poetry and then killed the fox demon in three or two strokes.
But today, he is still doing everything in front of the Li family.
Song Mu thought for a moment, but finally smiled and shook his head.
"Li Du's poems are the best in ancient and modern times, but I think Li Sheng would also be happy to see future generations also be the best in ancient and modern times, isn't he?"
Song Mu said this, and Li Moer raised his eyebrows, showing a somewhat puzzled expression. He immediately inserted the silver hairpin back into his hair crown, and then took out the delicate little gourd from somewhere, opened it and took a sip. His face suddenly narrowed into a slit.
"Senior Brother Wang, stop reading and accept the foreign realm."
Li Mo'er put away the gourd and shouted to the man who was still standing on the top of the attic. The young man who had been reading "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" responded. At that moment, the power of writing in his hands surged, and the scenery of Prince Teng's Pavilion began to unfold from a distance. Dissolve.
Song Mu saw that the literary power of the young man surnamed Wang was not strong, and he thought it might not be as powerful as the little girl Li Mo'er.
"Senior Brother Wang is a descendant of the poet Wang Bo and is a master of using strange realms. Don't worry, this strange realm will be gone in a moment."
Li Moer explained beside Song Mu at this time. Song Muer nodded numbly, but looked at Li Moer's clothes.
"Miss Mo'er, these clothes of yours..." Song Mu asked, while Li Mo'er took out a token.
It was a silver-gray round token with dots of stars and entwined dragon patterns. Song Mu was immediately attracted by this gorgeous brilliance.
"We are the Qingtian Guards."
"This is the Wenxing Waist Card. In the future, when you obtain the Scholarship, you will naturally have something similar to this."
Song Mu was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of this sentence.
And Li Mo'er opened his mouth and continued.
"I am writing a poem today. I originally wanted to bring you into my poetry sect, but now, I want to see what kind of performance you can have after becoming a scholar."
"Also, sir, please don't make any public announcements about this matter today." Li Mo'er pointed at herself and said.
"I believe you can do it, Mr. Song."
Song Mu nodded, but suddenly he felt that the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly. When he opened his eyes again, feeling dizzy, he was already facing the familiar streets in the north of the city.
He was sitting on the side of the street, and the body of the fox demon fell on the opposite side.
Beside him, the senior brother named Wang was also standing beside him. He seemed to have sensed something at this moment and was looking at the street in the distance with a smile.
Li Moer, who was sitting next to Song Mu just now, disappeared.
Three huge waves of literary energy soon hit the street. Song Mu stood up weakly, and immediately saw Kong Siqi appearing in front of him. At this moment, his whole body was full of literary energy. He glanced at Song Mu and glanced at the dead man on the ground. The fox demon looked at Senior Brother Wang fearfully.
Soon two more people arrived. Song Mu recognized Master Xun and the county magistrate Jinchang Wu and saluted quickly.
But these three people all turned their attention to Senior Brother Wang, and Master Xun even waved to Song Mu.
"Your Excellency, Qing Tianwei's attire, can you verify your waistband?"
Kong Siqi said, and the other party calmly took out the badge from his waist and threw it over.
"Governor Kong, Magistrate of Jin County, I am Wang Xiwen of the Wang family in Longmen, Jiangzhou. I passed by by chance today and saw a fox demon causing trouble, so I came to help."
Senior Brother Wang cupped his hands. After hearing what the other party said, the expressions of Kong Siqi and others changed slightly.
Jin Changwu took the opponent's waist card and used his power to move it. When he saw the light surging above, he looked solemn and respectfully returned the thing to Wang Xiwen.
"It turns out to be the Lord of the Zhenqing Tianwei. Thank you for your help."
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