Ke Jijin's murmuring voice sounded slowly, with a bit of surprise. At this moment, there seemed to be several birdsong and gurgling water suddenly coming from around him.
The breeze blew by, but Ke Jijin felt a chill in his heart.
Ke Jijin tried to add more strength to the Hundred Flowers Killing Picture, but at the next moment he suddenly realized something and quickly retreated backwards.
Another breeze blew slowly from nowhere, but this time the breeze was filled with countless peach blossom petals.
It was at this moment that everything around him suddenly changed.
The blood-colored thick fog has disappeared, and the densely packed houses in Shaozhou Fucheng have also disappeared. At this moment, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the sky is clear and clear. Underfoot, there are thousands of miles of paddy fields. The crops are growing upwards in the farmland, and the birds are fluttering their wings lightly in the sky. cry.
There seems to be a small village in the distance, and smoke is rising from the kitchen.
"This..." Ke Jijin looked around and was speechless for a moment, with even more panic in his expression.
At this time, a faint voice came from the side. There was no wave in the ancient well, but it seemed to be full of power.
"I, this "Peach Blossom Spring", I wonder if I can take your life?!"
These words fell like thunderbolts, and in the clear sky, Tao Fengming, dressed in blue, with wild hair blowing up, revealed an extremely handsome face.
At this moment, Tao Fengming was so dazzling! That resolute and handsome face almost makes the world feel bleak.
Ke Jijin also suddenly paused at this moment, with an expression of extreme surprise on his face.
"you……"
"Are you a descendant of the Tao family?"
Tao Fengming did not speak at this moment, but stretched out his long white fingers and gently held one side of the white scroll.
The long scroll suddenly swung open. It was obvious that he did not write with pen and ink, but a large area of extremely clear text was revealed on it.
"In the Taiyuan Dynasty of the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling were engaged in fishing. They were walking along the stream, forgetting the distance of the road. Suddenly they came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps along the bank, and there were no stray trees in the middle..."
Every word on the white scroll is extremely powerful, and every word has a different kind of beauty.
The white scroll slowly unfolded, and a vast force immediately attacked Kejijin. Kejijin retreated violently, but the expression on his face changed again and again at this moment.
"I can obviously feel my Hundred Flowers Killing Picture Scroll, but why can't I see it anymore?"
"Is this the great thing about "Peach Blossom Spring"?"
Ke Jijin's pupils shrank, and the expression on his face had changed dramatically. At this moment, he was looking around intently, but wherever he looked, there were scenes he was unfamiliar with.
The alien realm released by the other party actually reached this level.
But why have I never heard that there is a "Peach Blossom Spring" that Jinshi can activate in this world?
At this moment, Ke Jijin felt that he was confused, but he couldn't say it was strange. He could only retreat crazily, hoping to leave this strange environment.
But suddenly, a breath fell on his side, and Tao Fengming's faint voice sounded again.
"You have entered my domain, do you think you can leave?"
"field?!"
At this moment, Ke Jijin almost shouted, his face turned pale, and he looked at Tao Fengming who was very close at hand, and finally panicked at this moment.
"The field, you said, is the field that only bachelors can develop?"
"But how is this possible? You obviously..."
The man wanted to continue talking, but Tao Fengming in front of him had already started to move.
His whole body was now covered with peach blossom petals, and there were also petals twining around his fingertips. The world seemed to have suddenly changed.
Na Kejijin suddenly discovered that his last connection with the outside world had completely disappeared.
At this moment, he completely understood what Tao Fengming said, this was indeed a domain.
Only the realm can create such a small, temporary world that is completely separated from the outside world.
"No, absolutely impossible, how could I die here!"
Ke Jijin let out an angry roar, and the demonic energy around him began to surge.
"I haven't killed all of you hypocritical guys who claim to be righteous!"
Tao Fengming's face showed strong murderous intent at this moment, determination flashed between his sword-shaped brows and starry eyes, and his figure disappeared among the peach blossoms.
A fierce battle suddenly broke out!
But at this moment, the people on the city wall of Shaozhou City saw a different scene.
The blood mist still exists and is still spreading towards the surroundings, but I don't know when the fierce shouting in the city sky has disappeared.
Instead, a ball of light emitting a faint white light appeared in the blood mist.
The light ball was extremely wide, covering almost half of the city's sky, and it was impossible to detect any movement coming from the light ball.
At this moment, Shaozhou Fucheng maintains an extremely strange tranquility.
Song Mu, who was kneeling in front of the bronze monument of the Confucian scholar, was already immersed in the poems written in his hands.
"Every good time of the year must be remembered, it is the time when oranges are yellow and oranges are green."
Song Mu had completely finished writing "To Liu Jingwen", and the rich literary spirit gushed out from the poems. The old man named Gu next to him suddenly exclaimed.
"Four battles of talent, wait, are you an original poem?"
After the words fell, people around him looked over, but Song Mu had already lowered his head and started writing the second chrysanthemum poem.
"The nature of things has always come from the same family. Who is greedy for coldness, thinness, and hates beauty?"
"Chrysanthemums choose their own country of wind and frost, not chrysanthemums outside spring."
Another song "Yong Chrysanthemum" written by Yang Wanli was written, and at the same time, the surrounding situation suddenly changed drastically.
The surrounding soldiers and civilians only felt that the blood mist seemed to have hit an invisible barrier at this moment, and within the barrier, a large amount of literary power suddenly surged, even from the guard plate in Song Mu's hand. A strong literary atmosphere began to arise.
The powerful Wenli Wenqi continued to stir up the surroundings, clearing the surrounding areas.
But the pen in Song Mu's hand has not stopped yet.
The face of the old man sitting next to him was gradually moved. Seeing another original poem, his expression was even more excited and excited.
"This kid actually wrote two original original poems in a row!"
The old man said in surprise and joy. The people around him didn't know what he meant, but they could feel that the thick blood mist was receding crazily at this moment, and their expressions became cheerful.
At this moment, they all looked at Song Mu, with a kind of reverence in their eyes.
The scholar in front of him actually saved everyone at this moment.
The pen in Song Mu's hand still did not stop. At this moment, it kept falling under the white paper in the wat board, and the last poem was written.
“Flowers are not in full bloom, but there is no limit to the fun of being independent.”
"I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind."
A poem "Painting Chrysanthemums" by Zheng Sixiao was completed, and Song Mu wrote the title.
At this moment, Song Mu slowly opened his eyes, and the wat tablet in his hand also glowed fiercely at this moment.
Not only that, even the Confucian article in front of Song Mu was glowing at this moment, and the words began to float on it, and it actually illuminated the world in a moment.
Song Mu wrote three consecutive poems about chrysanthemums, each with a broader artistic conception than the last, from praising the beauty brought by the independence of chrysanthemums; to praising a sentence that can stand alone in the cold wind of late autumn; to the end, noble and proud, even if it is alienated from flowers. , I am alone in a remote place, but the north wind is blowing, and it also opens the flower branches and washes away the fragrance of the flowers!
In the three poems, Song Mu elevated his artistic conception layer by layer, and the literary spirit in the poems surged more intensely. At this moment, the surging literary spirit not only formed a barrier around Song Mu, but also caused shock to the great Confucian article in front of him!
In just a moment, everything around him began to change.
"Okay, okay, you can compose three chrysanthemum poems in a row, and you can actually get a lot of talent. This kid will not be easy in the future!"
The old man surnamed Gu had already stood up and was looking at Song Mu with shock and admiration in his eyes. His face was actually glowing red at this moment.
Almost in the midst of the electric light and flint, the bronze tablets of Confucian articles on the three surrounding city walls also began to glow.
The bronze monument glowed again, but this time it did not turn into soaring light pillars and merge in the sky like before, but began to ripple with bursts of light.
The light burst out like ripples, spreading from the four walls to the surroundings, constantly washing away everything around it.
The blood mist of the Hundred Flowers Killing Picture dissipated immediately upon contact with it, and the blooming blood flowers also shattered into powder upon contact.
The cities on all sides began to move, constantly scouring and compressing the blood mist. In just a short moment, Song Mu made a gap in this strange world of Hundred Flowers Killing.
Throughout the city, people who had survived the disaster began to slowly wake up.
Song Mu had stood up at this moment, and the literary energy driven by this poem was filling his body. Song Mu finally felt a little more powerful, and looked into the distance. The scenery on the horizon in the distance could be seen clearly.
"Young man." An old voice came. Song Mu lowered his head, and the old man slowly stood up.
"You single-handedly saved the whole city."
"No, sir, those are the great Confucian articles on the city wall and the work of my teacher." Song Mu said calmly, but the old man looked at Song Mu with burning eyes and asked immediately.
"Young man, you haven't told me yet, who are you and which family are you from?"
Song Mu lowered his head and glanced at his Wenwen Bixi, the expression on his face was extremely calm.
"I am Song Mu, from the Song family in Shiyang."
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