I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 5
Song Mu has copied calligraphy for ten years, especially in regular script, but he is best at the thin gold script of Song Dynasty, which can be said to be handy.

The thin gold body is nimble and fast, and the handwriting is thin and strong, but it is thin without losing its flesh, and its style is extremely unique
In the Tang Dynasty, there were unique regular script fonts such as Yan style and Liu style. The fonts are full of flesh and blood, strong and dignified, and they are a model of regular script. However, this thin gold style was created by Song Huizong Zhao Ji. It is an original calligraphy.

In this world, calligraphy has already transitioned from official script to regular script, but the calligraphy systems formed are different. Even though Yan style and Liu style are mostly recommended by literati, the image of the written font still has a bit of ancient rhyme, which is to borrow ancient rhyme to drive the power of writing .

But now the word "Ruhu" written by Song Mu is clean and majestic. Coupled with the short words and sentences Song Mu said, the fortune teller who has read the book for several years now Eyes are straight.

"Young Master Song is worthy of being a descendant of the Song family. Such accomplishments are beyond my reach."

The fortune teller rolled his eyes and said that he was about to reach out to take it, but Wang Butcher next to him snatched the paper and threw a few copper coins at the fortune teller.

"Sun Banxian, this is not what you want. This is a gift from Mr. Song to my son. From now on, I will let my son carry it with me. I will just pay you some pen and ink money."

Seeing the things being taken away, Sun Banxian immediately regretted, and then quickly turned around to look at Song Mu, and said with a hopeful face.

"Mr. Song, why don't you produce another pair of calligraphy, and the poor Taoist will also calculate a hexagram for you, so as to seek good luck and avoid evil."

How could Song Mu be in such a mood at the moment, he only wanted to find out about his own affairs to prove his innocence, besides, the font was written in a hurry, Song Mu didn't dare to expose something indiscriminately.

So Song Mu just smiled and cupped his hands, turned around and left quickly. The butcher Wang chased him out and wanted to hand over two catties of high-quality pork belly, but he saw Song Mu had already walked out of the alley.

"Oh, this Mr. Song is a lot more kind now."

Butcher Wang didn't catch up, and thought about sending the meat directly to Song's house later, while Sun Banxian, who was next to him, also came up at this time, his two mustaches trembling.

"You are showing affection. The word Mr. Song, you can't match the two catties of meat."

"How do you say that, Sun Banxian, don't think about me."

Butcher Wang stroked his beard and said in a deep voice, but the half-immortal shook his head, his eyes full of envy.

"The power of a literati is not something ordinary people like us can understand. Although Mr. Song is a child, but these two words are the same. From now on, I think this son of the Song family will be a bit extraordinary."

Butcher Wang didn't care, but when he returned to the shop, he let out a light sigh. The son who had been crying for a long time stopped crying at this time, and his wife had already coaxed him to sleep.

And his son was holding the piece of paper with Song Mu's name tightly in his hand, looking at the word "Ruhu" on it, Wang Butcher was stunned for a moment, and even murmured.

"Hey, this Mr. Song really gave me a lot of blessings."

While Butcher Wang was muttering to himself, Song Mu had already walked north of the city, heading towards the government office in the south of the city.

The south of the city is where the county government is located. At the same time, there is also a newly built residential area, most of which are the residences of officials and rich people, or some local tyrants and gentry.

Song Mu came here not to go to the government office, but to find a family named Pan. In his memory, he made a bet with Pan Wenhao, son of the Pan family, before he went outside the city.

And in that memory, Pan Wenhao followed him out of the city.

That Pan Wenhao was a boy student like Song Mu, so he was a senior fellow student, but on weekdays, this Pan Wenhao was used to being arrogant and domineering because his father was a Shiyang county lieutenant, and gathered a group of schoolchildren to run amok in the county school.

Song Mu, who was timid and timid at the time, naturally became the target of his bullying, always provoking and insulting him repeatedly, and later he punched each other many times because he didn't copy the homework, he really looked like a rebellious son.

And it was he who raised a bet of ten taels of silver to let Song Mu go out of the city to practice courage.

Song Mu believed that before he could ask about the matter before going to Yanggang.

Arriving at the entrance of Pan's house, this is a large courtyard with three entrances. There are two stone piers erected at the entrance, which is quite majestic.

Song Mu stepped forward to knock on the door, and the door opened after a while. A thin black old man dressed as a servant looked at Song Mu, and when he saw Song Mu dressed as a scholar, he immediately asked in a warm voice.

"Young master, this is Pan's house, what's the matter with you?"

Song Mu smiled slightly, looked at this man's attire, and immediately showed the childlike jade pendant on his waist, and said.

"I'm sorry, I'm Song Mu, a student from the county school. I'm taking a rest today, and I'm here to find Mr. Pan of your residence. I wonder if he is here?"

"The young master is studying hard today, Mr. Song can come back another day."

"That won't work."

Song Mu pushed his hand to stop him, with a calm expression: "The old man will go and say something, just say that I, Song Mu, have returned alive from going to Yanggang, and I should give me what he promised."

"Going to Yanggang? Oh, you are the one..."

Hearing that Song Mu said to go to Yanggang, the old man seemed to suddenly realize that he cupped his hands, turned his head and went back to report.

Song Mu stood at the door and rubbed his nose. The bad news spread thousands of miles away. It seemed that the whole city knew about the fact that he went to Yanggang by himself.

Is this the lace news of this era?
The descendants of the descendants of the declining family failed to achieve anything, and went to Yanggang to seek excitement like a bet, and were eventually found by someone. It is indeed a bit chewy.

Since this incident has already insulted his elegance so much, he must find justice even more.

Pan Wenhao had to ask Pan Wenhao about this matter.

After a while, the side door opened, and Song Mu followed the old man into the courtyard, turned all the way to the backyard, and saw a man in the courtyard who was kneeling and reading aloud, and a beautiful woman was sitting on a chair next to her, holding Holding a willow stick, as soon as the kneeling person paused, he would immediately hit the back with the willow stick.

Song Mu stepped forward, and immediately saw clearly that the one kneeling was Pan Wenhao, and the beautiful woman holding on to the wicker, whose face Pan Wenhao somewhat resembled, should be his mother.

Seeing this situation, Song Mu hurriedly bowed his hands.

"Xiaosheng Song Mu, I have seen my wife."

The beautiful woman glanced at Song Mu, but she didn't stop moving her hands. She whipped Pan Wenhao immediately, and then asked Song Mu.

"Young Master Song came here, I don't know why, what did Wen Hao agree to Young Master?"

Song Mu saw that Pan Wenhao was reading "University" with a bitter expression on his face, his eyes lowered slightly, and he said softly: "Ma'am, Song Mu came here this time to ask Xiaosheng about going to Yanggang a few days ago. The reason is that this matter is a bit strange, and I didn't remember much after waking up, so I came to ask classmate Pan."

Hearing what Song Mu said, the beautiful woman was obviously displeased, and guessed that it was Pan Wenhao's fault again, but she didn't show any anger, and just said to Pan Wenhao.

"Wen Hao, what is going on with this matter, you and Mr. Song have a good discussion."

Pan Wenhao turned around on his knees as if he had been pardoned, while Song Mu hurriedly moved away and said to the beautiful woman with his hands clasped.

"Excuse me, Xiaosheng, but you can kneel down to your master and teacher. Classmate Pan and I are brothers from the same school, so we dare not accept this great gift." Hearing Song Mu say this, the beautiful woman raised her eyebrows and gave Song Mu a high look. , but also nodded at the moment, let Pan Wenhao get up.

Pan Wenhao, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, stood up with the help of his servants, but there was no trace of gratitude to Song Mu in his eyes, and he just spoke.

"Song Mu, I was talking to you about going outside the city to practice courage, but I didn't tell you to go to Yanggang."

Song Mu looked calm and continued to ask questions.

"I don't know what classmate Pan did at that time. I remember that I went out of the city with classmate Pan, but why was I left alone in the end, and almost died?"

When Song Mu said this, there was already a bit of sullenness in his words, the beautiful woman also snorted softly, Pan Wenhao shuddered all over, and then he spoke with a displeased expression.

"I just took you to the barren grave five miles outside the city. It was late at that time, and Qi Dazuo and the others clamored to go back. At that time, the forest was dark again. Xiao Wu suddenly said that he heard the sound of ghosts crying. , I ran away, and I was terrified, so I ran along."

"Then let me go like this?" Song Mu asked.

Pan Wenhao looked a little embarrassed: "I don't remember, I just remember that you started crying and followed behind, and then suddenly fell silent, and I didn't dare to look back. I ran all the way back to the city, only to realize that you were gone."

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(End of this chapter)