I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 47 The Great Confucian Shadow!

That is the fourth generation ancestor of the Song family in Shiyang, Song Wenrong, a famous Confucian who was once famous in the Wen Dynasty!

This light and shadow of a great Confucianist is a hundred feet high, and his whole body exudes a pale golden light. Under this light golden light, Song Wenrong in the light and shadow looks down on the entire Shiyang County with a middle-aged face.

As the rays of light emanating from the Confucian articles gradually condensed, the phantom began to slowly open its eyes.

At that moment, heaven and earth sang, and everyone trembled.

All the people, demons, and demons who watched all this couldn't help being stunned.

And this light and shadow Song Wenrong's eyes swept to the distant county school at this moment. At that moment, Song Mu, who was standing on the roof, met his eyes. It seemed that at that moment, endless feelings gushed out.

At this moment, Song Mu suddenly noticed that the robe on which the poems were written in front of him began to float, and the whole robe slowly rose under the light of the brilliance.

Song Mu and all the children stared blankly at the robe slowly rising into the air, while the phantom in the distance waved at this moment.

"The past cannot be admonished, but the coming can still be pursued."

A big statement from the Analects of Confucius spread mistyly between the sky and the earth, and as the words fell, the whole sky changed again.

A brilliant golden streak came towards Song Mu's robe from the phantom, poured into it the next moment, and then the robe burst out with an unprecedented dazzling light.

The light began to spread to the surroundings, and the words on it began to shimmer with golden light, and the scenes on the poems also began to slowly appear.

This is Song Wenrong's surviving Confucian power. After absorbing Song Mu's shocking poem, the two resonate!
Suddenly, on the streets of Shiyang County, shouts of killing suddenly appeared from unknown corners, and golden light and shadows appeared relying on the light feathers condensed in poetry, and the next moment it was as if thousands of troops were suddenly released from the city .

These countless lights and shadows appeared in every corner of the city, and began to clean up all the ominous things.

A ray of light burst out from the floating robe and landed on Shi Bufeng's surviving head, making him let out a final scream of unwillingness, and at the same time, the blood needle he transformed was slowly wrapped in golden light .

The light wrapped the blood needle and slowly lifted into the sky, and Song Wenrong's phantom turned his head to look outside the city at this moment.

Outside the east of the city, the Demon King Qingjiang who was standing on the spot felt Song Wenrong's phantom gaze sweeping towards him, and at this moment he felt like a thorn in his back.

A sense of fear emerged from the depths of his heart, which even made Qingjiang Demon King suddenly feel that the demonic energy around him was not working well.

"Mis... Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding."

The huge fish head of the Qingjiang Demon King said in a panic at this moment, his feet were already trembling, but Song Wenrong's phantom did not hesitate at all, and the gas wrapped in the blood needle immediately shot towards the Qingjiang Demon King.

"withdraw!"

Seeing Song Wenrong's movements, the Demon King of Qingjiang turned around and ran away with a face full of panic at this moment, trying to get into the river to avoid the attack of the blood needle, but the blood needle pierced into its body at a fast speed, and in just an instant, it was gone. After a scream, he fell to the ground.

The demon king of Qingjiang instantly changed back to the big carp tens of meters long, and at this moment, he was frantically jumping towards the Ganjiang River staring at the eyes of the dead fish.

"Whoever hurts the people of Shiyang City will be punished!"

Another sentence was uttered from the phantom Song Wenrong, the voice fell, and the vigorous writing power also swayed from the phantom to the surroundings, and countless demons suddenly felt that they were seriously injured physically and mentally, and immediately fell to the ground.

The power of the great scholar, even if it is a phantom, can still beat the demon king Jinshi and a group of monsters without the power to fight back.

Countless people in Shiyang County witnessed this shocking scene with their own eyes. They have never seen such a scene in their entire life. It was not until today that Shiyang County was in crisis that they realized how terrifying and reliable the power of literati is. The presence.

Countless people had knelt down on the ground at this moment, and began to pray chanting words, while Jin Changwu had risen again, holding the official seal in his hand, and shouting loudly towards the surroundings.

"All the guards in Shiyang County obey orders. I am the county magistrate of Shiyang County. With the help of Confucianism today, we will do our best to protect the people of Shiyang City and kill demons!"

As Jin Changwu's words swayed, all the defenders stood up again at this moment, recovering themselves from the shock just now, looking at their surroundings at this moment, countless falling light spots are slowly repairing the wound, their own My body feels recharged with strength.

A virtual image of a great Confucian appeared beside him, which made everyone feel extremely excited.

I don't know who suddenly yelled, and everyone suddenly raised their weapons and shouted to fight.

This small city once again erupted with huge fighting power.

The demon retreats, retreats crazily.

On the city wall, Master Xun, who was covered in a mess, stood up slowly at this moment, looking at the incomparably tall virtual image not far away, his expression was full of longing at the moment.

That is the peak of literati's strength, and it is the existence that countless people yearn for.

You know, it took Song Wenrong fifty years to become a world-renowned Confucian.

Master Xun slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes gradually moved to the city, looked at the light spot hanging high above the county school, and murmured something at this moment.

"The Song family in Shiyang has a rich cultural heritage. In the future... maybe it will be washed away."

Shiyang County has completely turned the corner, and Song Mu is also staring at the [-]-meter phantom in a daze.

That is his ancestor, the most glorious existence of the Wenmai Song family.

He passed by like a meteor, bringing a legendary story to the Song family and even the world, but he did not disappear. His obsession has always stayed in Shiyang County, guarding the root of the Song family's culture.

In a daze, Song Mu saw the phantom looking slowly again. The phantom was well-dressed, and there was a bit of admiration in a pair of eyes made of light and shadow.

Song Wenrong didn't say a word, just nodded lightly, and then the light and shadow slowly dissipated in the sky.

That is an affirmation to Song Mu, and also an admiration for the poems written by Song Mu. The descendants have not forgotten the glory of their ancestors, nor have they been completely degraded. The magical means of rain.

At this moment, countless people in the city were cheering, thankful that they survived.

But Song Mu felt something in his heart. At that moment, he felt that the literary energy in his body seemed to slowly change from a pure white color.

It was a light, sun-kissed color.

Song Mu murmured to feel the changes in his body, and the robe floating in the sky also slowly fell, landing on Song Mu's body.

And on the robe floating in the breeze, every large character written in thick ink has a faint light flashing.

"Xiao Tongsheng, you may become famous all over the world."

A crisp voice sounded beside Song Mu, Song Mu came back to his senses, turned his head to look, and saw Li Mo'er in black clothes looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Miss Mo'er..." Song Mu hurriedly asked, "Are you alright?"

"Of course, although they were tricked a little bit, I have to say that these people's skills are not up to par." Li Mo'er said lightly, but Song Mu was shocked.

Being able to make Li Mo'er, who is the Li Shizong and a Jinshi, suffer, shows that these guys' methods are extremely vicious.

It's just that the little girl didn't intend to show it in front of her.

Thinking of the earth-shattering scene just now, and the extremely ferocious devil, Song Mu was also a little scared.

However, there was only a slight smile on Song Mu's face, and Li Mo'er also looked at Song Mu and smiled.

Seeing the situation of the two of them, the students next to them scratched their heads one by one, with an indescribable awkwardness on their faces.

The arrival of Jin Changwu instantly broke all this.

Jin Changwu and Master Zhou also landed on the roof. They both sized up Song Mu first, but then turned their gazes to Li Mo'er.

They never thought that this little girl brought back by the prefect of Kong a few days ago would be a Jinshi.

Qing Tianwei is a full-time demon slayer, and intervenes in all matters related to monsters. Everyone in them is a fierce and mysterious character, and the Qing Tianwei Jinshi in front of him is also a descendant of Li Shizong. With [-]% of Li Bai's blood, he will definitely be the right-hand man of Li Shizong in the future.

Even if Jin Changwu is not afraid that he will use Qing Tianwei's identity to suppress him, he is also worried that the other party will tell the court about the current matter, and he will not be able to take care of it.

Worrying about their lives and future, the two couldn't help but pay attention to it, and even saluted with some caution at this moment.

"I have seen Master Qing Tianwei."

Jin Changwu saluted respectfully and said, his eyes swept over the two of them again, but at this moment he felt some strange feelings in his heart.

Song Mu and this Miss Li Mo'er seem to be very familiar with each other, and the appearance of the two of them is actually a bit sympathetic to each other, or...

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