I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 829 Goodbye in Light and Shadow

In the 31st year of Xingwen, time flies.

"Three days ago, the East Sea Monster Clan landed from the coasts of the four states on the Eastern Jiangnan Road, sweeping across a large area, causing heavy losses to the military and civilians."

"Yeah, I thought that His Majesty and several saints attacked back then, and it took a few years to calm down. In a blink of an eye, the monster races gathered like this. This time, not only is the war between the eastern border and the western border fierce, but the land of the northern border is now There is also a surprise attack by monsters, this is the first time."

"In the past few days, our Ministry of War has deployed troops to resist many times, but the situation is still not optimistic."

On a galloping flying boat.Several officials in red robes were gathering together, all of them were frowning, talking in low voices about the current war in the Wen Dynasty.

However, when the words paused, each of them couldn't help but look into the distance, and there was a bit of confusion in their eyes at the moment.

At this moment, a middle-aged man standing at the bow looked far away, his sharp eyes swept across the clouds passing by in the surrounding sky, but the strong wind could not smooth the wrinkles on his brow.

This person's Hanlin cultivation base is the most stable on this flying boat, and other officials often look at him when they speak.

And looking carefully, this person was almost carved out of the same mold as Tan Zhongye, the iron-blooded prime minister of the dynasty.

It's just that his features are younger and his cultivation level is far lower than that of Tan Zhongye, but he is Tan Zhongye's son Tan Weiyi.

Today's Tan Weiyi is no longer a small official of the Sixth Ministry. He has been in the officialdom for decades, relying on his strength and hard work. The Minister of the Ministry of War commanded the six armies of the dynasty.

Although some people say that Tan Weiyi has enjoyed the shadow of his father's generation for his achievements, but in the three years since he took office, he has rectified the military administration. It is to lead the army to resolve crises time and time again.

Only in this way can he finally convince the public, and now he is in power.

It's just that Tan Weiyi, who is the commander-in-chief of the six armies, is now traveling to a place in this flying boat of Shizong.

A few days ago, with the changes of monsters from all sides, the five armies came out together, and the battle was extremely tragic. When Tan Weiyi was devastated, he received a letter.

The letter came from Song Cizong.

There are only a few words in this letter written by the great Confucianism.

I hope brother Tan will come and talk.

If it was written by someone else, Tan Weiyi, who is now strategizing, would naturally ignore it, but the Song family's poetry school is well-known, and it was personally invited by a great scholar, so Tan Weiyi had to pay attention to it.

"Yan Daru is looking for me like this, but I don't know why."

Tan Weiyi frowned slightly, and murmured at the moment.

Since the war against demons, the role played by the School of Poetry and Ci in this war against demons has gradually faded away.

The disciples from various schools of poetry, because they no longer have to be forced to participate in the war according to the requirements of the law of the clan, so the number of teams sent has been reduced a lot.

Although the troops sent by each poetry sect also cooperated with the frontier army to win many battles, but the main force among them was the frontier army, and the pressure belonging to the frontier army has not been relieved in any way.

Tan Weiyi had faced the dilemma of having no troops to deploy many times, and even boldly appealed to Li Mo'er to reinstate the law of the Zong Dynasty in order to recruit troops and horses of the Shi Zong to stabilize the defense line.

It's just that he was yelled at by his father after that. Although His Majesty didn't reply clearly, he also showed some dissatisfaction.

This made Tan Weiyi a little discouraged, but fortunately, among these poet schools, there was a difference.

That is the world's number one ci school, Song's ci school.

Over the years, many disciples of the Song Clan of Ci took the initiative to invite Ying to join the frontier forces. As the disciples of the Ci Clan, the new words they mastered played a significant role at this time.

That song "Manjianghong" has already been written all over the borders of the world, and every time it can help the armies of the Quartet to be invincible.

In today's frontier army, the soldiers have an inexplicable favor for the disciples of the Song Clan's Ci Sect. Even when a Ci Zong Jinshi Yansheng Song Mu Xuying appears on the battlefield, the morale of the frontier army will suddenly be boosted.

And Song Mu, who created all of this, naturally deserved credit.

Just thinking of this, Tan Weiyi's slightly frowning brows suddenly drooped, and a little depression appeared on his face at this moment.

Ten years ago, Song Mu was killed by the demon clan in a battle in the northwest demon country. The news spread all over the place, causing countless people to be stunned and distressed.

Tan Weiyi still remembers that day, when the Chang'an imperial city's great bell shook, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu dynasty rushed to the palace to face the saints, Li Mo'er showed his power in the court hall for the first time, smashing down a section of the imperial city wall with one palm, and the roar spread regardless of the majesty Quartet.

On that day, the literati in the world were sad, and the morale was extremely low. On that night, in the cities of Chang'an, Jinling, and Yuzhang, people spontaneously came to the riverside to pay homage, and the sound of crying filled the cities.

Tan Wei only remembered that he was very drunk that night, looking at the dark clouds covering the moon outside the window, scolding God for being in vain for genius.

The literati ethos of the Wen Dynasty seemed to have been severely impacted from that moment, and this breath, after ten years of slowing down, still failed.

It's just that as time goes by, it seems that this news has gradually sunk. Now, except for the sighs of scholars, it is just a sigh that people in the world occasionally talk about after dinner.

However, the Song Clan's Ci Sect did not quickly become lonely because of this, on the contrary, on the day Song Mu died, Yan Daru swore a blood oath with his sword, and as long as it survived, the Song Clan's Ci Sect continued to flourish.

On that day, countless disciples of the Song Ci School and Du Mu's Poetry School wept blood and made blood oaths to avenge Song Mu.

From then on, the disciples of the Song Clan's Ci Sect frequently entered the frontier army, and they were extremely fierce on the battlefield, which made the Song Clan's Ci Sect famous today.

In the past ten years, the Song School of Ci has also continued to recruit disciples. It is rumored that in the south now, the Song School of Ci is already the largest school besides the Li School of Poetry.

After Song Mu passed away, fortunately, not everything was destroyed.

At this moment, Tan Weiyi couldn't help but sighed, thinking about the Song family's Ci sect he was going to on this trip, but he couldn't help but feel even more depressed.

"If Jingzhao is still here, the Song Clan's Ci School will undergo even more earth-shaking changes than it is today."

It's just that it's a done deal now, and Tan Weiyi is quite sighing about it.

In the next moment, the speed of the flying boat had slowed down, and the disciples of the Li Shizong had stepped forward and bowed their hands.

"Master Tan, my lords, we have reached the gate of the Song Clan's Ci School."

All the officials on the flying boat who were still discussing were silent at the moment, and they all looked at Tan Weiyi in front of him.

Tan Weiyi nodded slightly at this moment, looking at the mountains below the flying boat, one of the figures galloped towards him.

The figure quickly landed on the flying boat, and landed beside Tan Weiyi in the blink of an eye. Tan Weiyi and the others cupped their hands at this moment.

"I've met Yan Daru."

The person who came was Yan Fu, and Yan Fu at this moment looked even more immortal, his strength was obscure under a plain robe, which made people extremely respectful.

Yan Fu stroked his beard gently, looked at several people, nodded slightly, then looked at Tan Weiyi, and said in a flat voice.

"Master Tan, now is the time when all parties are in turmoil, so it is a bit troublesome to call you here."

"The Great Confucian wrote a letter in person, Tan Mou is going to come anyway, but this time I don't know if the Great Confucian has something to discuss with this subordinate?"

Tan Weiyi directly stated his purpose, but Yan Fu just waved his hand slightly, as if he didn't want to immediately answer the other party's doubts.

"Let's go to Zongmen to drink tea first, and then I will talk to you in detail later."

Tan Weiyi was pressed for time, but when he saw that Yan Daru didn't want to speak immediately, he could only grin slightly, lower his eyes slightly, and then agreed with his hands.

The flying boat slowly descended, and Tan Weiyi finally saw clearly the face of the Song Clan's Poetry School.

Today's Song family of Ci has undergone earth-shaking changes from many years ago.

The area of ​​the Song Clan's Ci School in the midst of the mountains has now expanded a lot, and palaces have sprung up one after another. In this verdant mountain, reflecting the scorching sun, it is quite magnificent and brilliant. When the flying boat passes by, it is even more magnificent. You can see the flattened tops of the mountains, and countless disciples are practicing in the wide square.

Tan Weiyi only took a cursory glance, and there were thousands of disciples, and among them, many of them were in the realm of scholar and above.

This also made Tan Weiyi's eyes brighten. It seemed that the strength of the Song family's poetry school at this moment was comparable to that of Li Du's poetry school.

Immediately, the flying boat landed in front of a large hall. Tan Weiyi led a group of officials forward, but the disciple of Shizong stepped forward to stop the officials behind him. Tan Weiyi was unclear about the situation, but seeing Yan Fu Step forward, and then follow alone.

After walking for a while, Yan Fu's words suddenly reached Tan Weiyi's ears.

"Master Tan, what do you think of my Song Clan's Ci School, how is it going?"

Tan Wei paused one by one, thought for a while, then cupped his hands and said.

"Naturally, it is a thriving scene. Such a prosperous sect is the scene of a great sect in the world. It will surely stand for a thousand years in the future and attract the attention of the world."

Yan Fu just smiled slightly, but he seemed to accept Tan Weiyi's words, but he didn't say anything, and just led Tan Weiyi forward.

The two passed through the main hall in front of them, and then continued upward along the stone steps, where a secluded courtyard was located, then walked through the corridor, and passed through the landscape courtyard, before Yan Fu stopped in front of one of the courtyard gates.

"Master Tan, what I saw today, I still want you to swear an oath."

"Among them are the top secrets of my Song Clan's Ci School, and there must be no half of them leaked."

Yan Fuhu said in a sharp tone, and his expression was even more serious. Tan Wei was taken aback when he saw this, but he also looked serious at the moment, so he nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Tan swears by his cultivation today that he will never reveal half of what he saw. If he violates it, he will die."

Saying that, Yan Fu glanced over Tan Weiyi carefully, and then nodded slightly.

"Master Tan, please."

"The suzerain has been waiting for a long time."

The two words caught his ears, but Tan Weiyi frowned suddenly, his face was unclear, but at this moment, he saw the courtyard door opened in front of him, and a small courtyard in front of him was slowly revealed in front of him.

The sun shone into this quiet courtyard, and the flowers, plants and trees were suddenly swaying. Tan Weiyi looked through the light and shadow curtain, but suddenly saw a person sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, sipping tea carefully.

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