The squeaking sound suddenly came from not far away. The sound was small at first, but gradually became dense and harsh.
Everyone in the ancestral hall was immediately attracted by this thing, and at that moment some people asked questions in a daze.
"Then... what's that sound?"
Asked like this, everyone's faces were a little frightened, and several scholars accelerated their pace to pour literary power into the Tongwen Monument.
Song Mu and Kong Zong had already reached the entrance of the ancestral hall. Both of them looked into the darkness outside. They looked at each other with a solemn expression in their eyes.
"This voice sounds a little strange. Could it be...that monster?"
Kong Zong whispered next to Song Mu. Song Mu nodded and whispered to Kong Zong.
"Brother Kong, you should have already studied the Golden Book of Wenli, right?"
Kong Zong nodded.
"My father asked me to recite it a long time ago, and I have used it these days."
Song Mu immediately nodded and whispered to the other party again.
"Then you go and prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone first."
Kong Zong nodded, but looked at Song Mu and asked, "What about you?"
Song Mu stared outside, and then explained in a low voice: "I'm going to find that guy's location first."
After hearing this answer, Kong Zong suddenly realized that he had forgotten that Song Mu had such a mysterious existence as telepathy.
Kong Zong turned to open the book box, put pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it and started to write poems. At this moment, Song Mu had closed his eyes and let out the thoughts in his mind.
After glancing around the outside of the ancestral hall, Song Mu gradually concentrated his mind and glanced at several places.
That was where the sound came from, but as Song Mu's mind swept across it, there was nothing there.
Song Mu gritted his teeth and scanned it a few more times with his telekinesis, but in the end he could not get satisfactory results. At this moment, he felt a little nervous.
If the monster is really here and it's so difficult to detect, then something is wrong.
Song Mu's expression was very serious, and on the other side, Kong Zong, with the help of several scholars, had already laid out several boxes with paper and ink on them.
Everyone in the ancestral hall was looking at the movements of these scholars, and their expressions were a little unclear. However, the old Ancestor Fan was sitting on the recliner and said something.
"Write poems on the spot. It seems that this monster is a bit difficult to deal with."
Everyone seemed a little panicked when they heard what their ancestor said. Several children ran into the arms of their parents, with a look of fear on their faces.
Kong Zong, who was ready, immediately shouted Song Mu.
Song Mu turned his head, with a very serious expression on his face. He stood in front of the book box with the other party, and then spoke.
"Write a few war poems first for later use."
Kong Zong understood it and started writing with the paper cut into strips.
The other scholars were also looking at Kong Zong and Song Mu anxiously at this moment.
Song Mu also bent down to pick up his pen, but what he wrote at this moment was his own poem.
"I was born as a hero, but died as a hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River."
The song "Wujiang" was composed in an instant, and the literary style was immediately apparent. This is a treatment that only the original author Song Mu can have.
When this happened, even the half-lying Ancestor Fan opened his eyes and watched.
"It's actually my own original poem. This little kid is amazing."
Others were also looking at Song Mu at this moment. The villagers and boat passengers all looked happy at this moment.
After all, in their opinion, the presence of such a scholar should be able to handle such a situation.
Song Mu did not stop writing, and immediately wrote two more poems, both of which were his own "Wujiang" and "Xixiangao", but they have not been used yet.
The sound outside the door came again at this time. Song Mu suddenly raised his head, looked at Kong Zong who was writing, and immediately shouted to the scholars behind him.
"Protect the ancestral hall!"
After hearing this, Shao Le and others gritted their teeth and continued to release their literary power, while Song Mu and Kong Zong had already reached the entrance of the ancestral hall.
"Where is that guy?" Kong Zong asked Song Mu.
"I don't know, I can't find its location." Song Mu shook his head and looked at the door with a stern face at this moment.
"Isn't that guy afraid of the Tongwen Monument? It stands to reason that the entire village will be under the protection of the Tongwen Monument."
"I don't know, this thing might have some strange means."
Outside the door, the sound was coming towards the ancestral hall at a very fast speed.
Song Mu released his telekinesis power again, and now he simply gave it all. His telekinesis power was quickly detected at a distance of fifty meters around him. At this moment, Song Mu's face lit up with joy.
Song Mu turned to look at a cowshed far outside the ancestral hall door, and shouted to Kong Zong in surprise.
"Found it, on the left!"
Song Mu pointed with his hand and said loudly. At the same time, a piece of writing paper in his hand was activated and he threw it out immediately.
The surging literary energy surged rapidly under the influence of Song Mu Wenli, and in an instant the piece of writing paper was completely eroded. At the same time, a faint shadow appeared on the ground in front of the ancestral hall.
It was a tall man. He was holding a long knife in his hand, exposing his chest and letting out a roar.
But it was just a shadow, and Song Mu's literary spirit was not enough to support the shadow becoming more glaring.
However, Song Mu knew that this phantom should be Xiang Yu.
Kong Zong next to him also threw a piece of paper at this moment. Flames rose from the paper and instantly turned into several fireballs heading towards the location pointed by Song Mu.
The next moment, the fire suddenly appeared, and the creaking noise was silent. However, Song Mu's eyes widened, and with a move of his hand, the white shadow rushed towards the darkness.
A wave of writing power that did not belong to Song Mu came. Song Mu and Kong Zong looked a little surprised on their faces. At this moment, they threw out the remaining writing paper in their hands again.
The breeze swept away the waves, and the shadows condensed again, rushing towards the darkness one after another.
People in the ancestral hall were screaming in surprise at this moment, and the scholars tried their best to send a stream of literary power towards the Tongwen Monument.
"Song Mu! What should we do?"
Kong Zong finished the paper in his hand and shouted to Song Mu.
Song Mu also took out the last piece of writing paper in his hand and saw the phantom fighting with something unknown in the darkness, but it was obviously at a disadvantage, so he turned around and walked back to the ancestral hall.
"Keep writing until the Master comes back!"
Song Mu said this. He picked up the pen again and paused after writing a poem "Wujiang". His poems were either not lethal enough, or they needed a lot of literary power to support them. At this moment, such a battle must be There has to be a better and faster way.
Song Mu thought for a moment, searched his mind for a few poems that Sun Xiucai had taught him before, and began to write.
"Murderous aura forms clouds at three o'clock, and cold sounds spread throughout the night."
"Looking at each other, the white blades are falling and the snow is falling. How can I not care about Xun when the dead are coming?"
Excerpted from Gao Shi's "Yan Ge Xing", after the poem was completed, Song Mu didn't even hesitate, and immediately walked to the door of the ancestral hall to induce him to be let out.
The flash of swords and shadows suddenly surged outside the door, and bursts of murderous aura washed away.
But the creaking sound in the darkness still didn't stop. Song Mu started writing again and was about to go back and continue writing poems. But at that time, Kong Zong, who was raising his head, shouted at Song Mu.
"careful!"
Song Mu was startled, and felt something pounce on the back of his head, and his footsteps stopped.
But at this moment, Song Mu felt a sudden heat all over his body, the hairs all over his body stood up, and then a violent wave swept out.
That was the awe-inspiring righteousness Du Sheng bestowed upon Song Mu!
The waves started to shake, and a sharp scream came from the darkness. At this time, Kong Zong had already fired a fireball, and he finally saw clearly what was in the darkness.
It was a weasel with a broken tail, a yellow head and a white body.
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