I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 4 Named Like a Tiger
There was a sound of drinking, and the sound was like a bell ringing in everyone's ears. Song Mu also looked up at the moment, and Qi Dazuo was also shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly looked to the side.

I saw a person coming out of an inconspicuous alley, this person was white and beardless, wearing a round neck robe, a black veil on his head was wrapped straight, holding a book in one hand, and walking quickly.

Song Mu's expression froze, he hurriedly bowed his hands, and said respectfully.

"Master Xun."

"Master Xun." Na Qi Dazuo quickly bowed and said when he saw the person coming, and the servants stopped and looked at each other.

This Xun Fuzi is exactly Xun Yiyi, a scholar of the county school. He is a literati with a high degree of literacy. He treats people very kindly in Shiyang County on weekdays, but he is the only one who disciplines the students in the county school extremely severely.

Song Mu became a child student last year, ranking 32nd, so he could only continue to study in a private school, but after all, he is a direct descendant of the Song family, and the county edict and county magistrate have taken care of him, so he became a student of Master Xun.

Although Qi Dazuo was not a child, but as a famous family in Shiyang County, he can naturally enter the county school as a Confucian student. Master Xun is also his teacher, and he is also respectful at this moment.

Birth and nurturing is the grace of parents, and preaching and teaching karma is the grace of teachers. I dare not be disrespectful.

When Master Xun saw Qi Dazuo, he immediately snorted, and when he stepped hard, he saw a piece of gravel flying out of the ground, hitting Qi Dazuo's knee.

Qi Dazuo fell to his knees with an ouch, but he lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye.

"Stretch out your hands!" Master Xun continued to walk and said, Qi Dazuo bowed his head and stretched out his hands respectfully, and the ruler suspended by Song Mu's side was swung forward and slammed on it. In the palm of Qi Dazuo.

"Crime one, insulting fellow disciples." As he spoke, he swung down the ruler again.

"The second crime is to dress up strangely and disrespect the appearance of a literati."

"The third crime is insulting people in the street, which is not a literati demeanor."

Qi Dazuo swung down the three rulers, his face flushed red, but he didn't dare to make any noise, the county followed the rules, and if he made a noise, he was severely punished.

People come and go on the street, so they can see all of this naturally, but the teacher teaches the students, even if the parents come, there is absolutely no reason to talk about it.

Song Mu also stood aside respectfully with his head bowed, and Master Xun let Qi Dazuo stand up after receiving the three precepts.

"Go back and recite the thousand-character prose. I will teach you in the school tomorrow."

There are also thousand-character prose in this world, but it is no longer the rhyme written by Zhou Xingsi in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, but the most basic article written by the great Confucian who practiced "literary power" to enlighten children's literary power.

After hearing that, Qi Dazuo had a bitter expression on his face, but he hurriedly saluted, and then hurried away with a group of people.

At this time, Master Xun walked in front of Song Mu. Song Mu raised his head and smiled, but Master Xun, who was pale and beardless, snorted coldly and walked forward.

"Song Mu, today you are only relying on the shade of your ancestors. Don't think that you can defeat the enemy in Tongsheng and become a scholar before you can be regarded as stepping on the road of literati."

Song Mu quickly followed up, slowly bowed his head and said softly to Master Xun.

"Master, did you see it?"

Naturally, I could not escape the eyes of Mr. Xun, who is a Juren, but the other party pointed out the reason, which made Song Mu a little surprised.

"Then did you listen to what I said?" Master Xun didn't answer, but asked again. Song Mu nodded quickly and responded respectfully.

"Disciple remember."

Master Xun hummed before speaking again.

"Recently Shiyang County is full of gossip about you, how are you going to deal with it?"

"The students don't know, please teach me, Master." Song Mu happily kicked the ball to the opponent, but Master Xun said indifferently.

"This is your business. I'm just asking here today. If you have always kept a low profile in the past, then after this incident, you have figured it out and are about to show your sharpness?"

Master Xun spoke calmly, but the expression on Song Mu's face was a little stunned. The other party might think that he was just pretending to be stupid before, but now he stopped pretending and it was a showdown.

After all, this Master Xun would never have thought that his body had changed into a soul, and that sharp appearance was actually his own nature.

But since Master Xun thought he did this because he was hit, it just gave him an excuse, and he didn't answer the question right away.

Seeing that Song Mu was silent, Master Xun continued.

"This time you have such a thing, Jiaoyu has personally intervened. Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise someone in this county school will definitely get rid of the fame."

The words were astonishing, and Song Mu was a little dumb at the moment, thinking that he had only met the teaching once, and he was just looking at the glory of his ancestors, but he didn't expect it to be remembered, and he still had to ask.

This may also be the reason why Master Xun, who has always cared about other people's face, tortured Qi Dazuo in the street.

There is indeed something hidden about this matter, Master Xun is helping himself to deter Xiaoxiao.

Master Xun seemed to have seen through what Song Mu was thinking, and explained.

"My Dawen Dynasty has been in the country for more than two hundred years, and today's sages value the style of study the most. This time, I want to check the world's cultural heritage to select the best. Your Song family is one of the few cultural heritages in Shiyang County. You are cut off."

"I told you about this today to warn you not to take risks anymore, nor to let you rely on the shadow of your ancestors to act recklessly.

From now on, I will stop in the city and devote myself to studying for the college examination. If there are any villains who make things difficult for you, please tell me. "

As Master Xun said so, there was a little light on his hand, and Song Mu saw the light falling on the childlike jade pendant around his waist. He was dumb at the moment, but bowed respectfully.

"Students take note."

"Well, that's all, go back to school as soon as possible, the college exam is not far away."

Master Xun waved his hand and walked away leisurely, but Song Mu's expression sank, but he felt a little thought in his heart at the moment.

Everyone is saying that they went there by themselves to Yanggang, but the problem is that it is not the case in their memory. How much does it mean to kill yourself?
At this moment, Song Mu was unwilling to give up, and almost let the Song family die. It doesn't matter if others turn a blind eye to such a huge crime, but now as the Song family, he must not let it go.

Besides, if someone really wants to harm himself or the Song family, then he must be careful, and it is best to eradicate this scourge himself.

After thinking about it, Song Mu decided to look for the Butcher Wang first, first to confirm whether he really found himself in Yanggang there, and to dig out the details.

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"Song Gongzi, my old king can still lie to you. I went to Qingshan to collect pigs that day, and the people who came back from the city said that my wife was going to give birth. I can't stand it."

"Anyway, I'm a murderous person, and I have Grandpa Zhong Kui tattooed on my back with the blood of a black dog. Ordinary little ghosts would not dare to get close to him. The sun and the moon were shining brightly, so I bravely took a shortcut and went to Yangzhou. We waded over the edge of the post."

"Guess what, I saw you fainted under a tree from a distance. At that time, I thought I saw a ghost, but when I walked up to you, I realized that it was you, Mr. Song. At that time, your face was pale and you were not breathing. I'm not in a hurry to carry you back."

Song Mu was standing in front of Butcher Wang's butcher's shop. The fat-headed Butcher Wang was chopping the lamb ribs on the chopping board while describing the scene with Song Mu.

And the sound of a baby crying was coming from that shop. Butcher Wang wrapped a piece of meat in straw paper, tied it skillfully with straw, and handed it to Song Mu with a smile.

"Young Master Song, I'll cut it off for you."

Song Mu lowered his head and pondered when he heard the other party's words. He really didn't think that the butcher who had always treated others with righteousness would lie to him, so he sighed and gave up, and immediately took money out of his pocket.

"Young Master Song, you've broken me, it's just a few bones and flesh." Seeing Song Mu pay for the money, Butcher Wang said hastily, pointing to the signboard of his butcher shop.

"Our signboard was written by Mr. Xiucai himself. Thanks to Mr. Xiucai's pen and ink, the business in my shop has been going smoothly for the past two years."

Butcher Wang was talking about Song Mu's father, Song Liangtong, who had passed away.

Seeing that Song Mu was still taking out money, Butcher Wang said hastily.

"If Mr. Song doesn't dislike it, I have a heartless request, Old Wang."

Song Mu was taken aback, then cupped his hands and said, "I would like to thank Uncle Wang for saving me this time. Song Mu has nothing to repay, so Uncle Wang just said yes."

"Mr. Song, you are being polite. I can think of anything else. I just think that I am a butcher, and my evil spirit will inevitably be a little bit heavier. Although Grandpa Zhong Kui is tattooed on our back, although Grandpa Zhong Kui can hold back a little bit, a child, he can't bear it anyway. I was born to cry every day."

"It's better for Mr. Song to help the child choose a tough name. I, a vulgar person, can only choose a nickname, which is Shitou."

Song Mu smiled relievedly after listening to it, and also heard the children in the room crying continuously, even though comforting did not work, and then looked at the bloody sheep, pigs and game on the chopping board, it must be the evil spirit that disturbed the children, and now he also lowered his eyebrows thinking.

"Do you have a pen and paper?"

After a while Song Mu asked, Butcher Wang hurriedly greeted a fortune teller not far from the street.

Picking up the brush, Song Mu, who has practiced calligraphy for many years, suddenly felt a little kind, and immediately swiped the ink to write.

"Ruhu." The fortune teller read these two words, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Okay, what a good name, a tiger can shake evil spirits!"

"Mr. Song, I don't know what is the reason for these two words?" Wang Butcher was also very pleasantly surprised at the moment, and asked with a face full of expectation. He had planned this name when he carried Song Mu back to the city that day, and Wang Butcher also saved it. Out of selfishness, she wanted to be a part of the Song family's cultural heritage.

Song Mu's heart moved, and he said in a deep voice.

"A short poem that I came up with by chance, swallows thousands of miles like a tiger."

This is the most bold and unrestrained poem by Xin Qiji, a great poet of the unrestrained school, and it is a real example for everyone.

Wang Butcher's face was solemn, but the fortune teller stared blankly at the two words Song Mu wrote on the paper, and asked anxiously.

"Young master, I don't know where this font comes from?"

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(End of this chapter)