I slay demons and demons with poetry

When Song Mu heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party's behavior.

They can think about the Wen Dynasty, and they can even persevere in the face of the loss of many out-of-town people. This situation of deep love for their homeland at least makes Song Mu understand that the things he has done for them are worthwhile. .

But at this moment, Song Mu is even more surprised that half of them have literary power.

"Old village chief, since you all have the expectation of returning to Wenchao, you will be able to find it one day."

When the old man heard this, he immediately looked hopeful, and looked at Song Mu and asked quickly.

"Your Excellency, do you know the location of the Wen Dynasty? Then I don't know where..."

The old village chief's tone was agitated, but was interrupted by Song Mu raising his hand, and at this moment he heard Song Mu speak lightly.

"The Wen Dynasty is probably thousands of miles away from here, and it can't be achieved overnight."

"This..." The old man's throat throbbed, as if he couldn't believe it, but he heard Song Mu say it soon after.

"But if you have this supernatural power, you will achieve great success in the future, and maybe you can travel thousands of miles a day, and arrive in an instant."

Saying this, the old man seemed to wake up from a trance, but soon after meeting Song Mu's eyes, he felt that the light in Song Mu's eyes was shining.

"However, I have offended you. I think that although the people of the noble village have literary power, they seem to be completely unaware of the method of using literary power. How can they improve their literary power without a method? This is a bit inconceivable."

Song Mu frowned slightly and said that the old village chief seemed to have heard something in Song Mu's words, but immediately cupped his hands fiercely, and then said to Song Mu.

"Also ask the benefactor to enlighten me!"

Song Mu's expression returned to calm, and he spoke slowly at this moment.

"Old village chief, I don't know how many people in our village have comprehended this divine power like that scholar?"

The old village chief's weather-beaten face showed a bit of helplessness.

"To be honest, there is only one person like Xuewen now, and half of the villagers have those supernatural powers floating around them, but they are far less than Xuewen."

Song Mu nodded slightly, then asked hastily.

"Then don't you know that everyone in the village can read the Four Books and Five Classics?"

The old village chief shook his head.

"It's just a few words. Speaking of it, the teaching in the village is just a few clansmen who know some words to teach each other. The rest can only be understood by the children themselves."

When Song Mu heard this answer, he felt a little surprised at the moment.

For Song Mu, the emergence of a person with literary ability must have been studying poetry and books hard for several years, and the truth to be comprehended in this is by no means just knowing a few words.

"Oh, it seems that they must have some other method?"

Song Mu asked again unwillingly, as if he wanted to learn from the old man how to gather their literary energy.

But the old village chief still shook his head, but at the moment his face showed a bit of confusion, and he looked at Song Mu with some embarrassment and said.

"To be honest, although our village has been here for many years, the matter of reading and writing has been found out little by little. It is very difficult for these children to read a few lines of poetry."

Song Mu was even more confused, but turned to look at the other people in that scene. Today's situation is vivid in his memory, and he feels a little incredible
"Then what do you study on weekdays?"

Song Mu still felt that there must be a reason for it, so he continued to ask.

"As far as I know, to become a literati is not enough to know a few lines of poetry and write a few words. It is even more difficult to become a scholar."

The old man also seemed to understand what Song Mu meant, and seemed to recall something, so he continued.

"If you put it that way, Xuewen likes reading books more than others on weekdays, but these books he read..."

When the old man said this, he showed hesitation, and even looked to the side, and the other person next to him seemed to understand the old man's words at this moment, and there was a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"Old village chief, why not tell me, Song is quite curious about this."

Song Mu said with a smile, the old village chief said it a little embarrassedly, and even said a little embarrassedly: "Although that kid usually likes books, the books he read are either related to our agriculture, or..."

"Some rambling miscellaneous books."

"There are also some books that are full of fighting and killing."

The other person added a sentence at this moment, but after finishing speaking, both of them showed a bit of embarrassment on their faces.

Song Mu also paused when he heard this, but the old village chief said in a firm tone.

"To be honest with my benefactor, it is indeed the case. That boy Xuewen likes to read books of this kind the most. He is always clamoring for them on weekdays, okay... okay..."

"Chivalry and righteousness."

Someone added, but the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Song Mu had already put down the wine glass in his hand, and said while looking at the other party.

"Old man, do you mean that you can learn literature by yourself without a teacher, and you can get to where you are today just by reading a few agricultural books and a few non-marginal miscellaneous books?"

Song Mu shook his head slightly without hesitation.

In the vast literary dynasty, no matter how talented a person is, it will never happen that just by reading a few agricultural books and a few miscellaneous books about fighting and killing, they will be able to obtain a vast literary achievement. .

This is not a genius, but a monster.

Seeing Song Mu's expression of disbelief, the old village chief sent someone to find Xuewen who was recuperating.

After a while, several village boys came carrying each other. Lin Xuewen, who was still smelling blood faintly, was lying on his back, his face was still a little pale, but his eyes were piercing, and he looked at Song Mu nervously.

Song Mu nodded slightly, and asked in a harmonious voice: "Your Excellency, just now I talked with the village chief, and said that you have been able to reach where you are today because you like to read books on weekdays, but you don't know what books you like to read?"

Hearing this, Xuewen seemed a little embarrassed, glanced at the old village head, and then said slowly.

"Benefactor, I am a person who escapes on weekdays, so I only read some books suitable for farming in the village or..."

The other party paused, and then said: "Or some miscellaneous books related to fighting and killing."

Song Mu finally showed some emotion on his face. He was sure that what the other party said was true, but it was even more unbelievable.

At that moment, Song Mu asked the other party to explain the books he was reading one by one.

In this agricultural book, there are miscellaneous notes on mountains and fields, non-popular folk agricultural books, but also handed down classics such as "The Book of Fansheng" and "Qimin Yaoshu". What is quite rare is that for these books, Lin Xuewen seems to be Have some opinions of your own.

However, those miscellaneous books about fighting and killing are a bit absurd. There are so-called knight-errants' self-reports, folklore, and fabricated heroic epics.If there are really bright spots in it, it can only make young people give birth to a bit of death for the country on the battlefield, and the blood of the shroud of horse leather is nothing more than that.

But listening to it, Song Mu could hear something wrong from the other party's words.

"For example, if you sow beans, you will reap melons. I also understand this principle, but sometimes I wonder if it is the same for other things. Is it possible for all things to sow beans and sow melons to reap beans?"

"There are also those books, although the chivalry they talk about is far-fetched, but no matter what, we should be this kind of chivalrous men, protecting my family, and then protecting the people of the world."

Song Mu's eyes had completely landed on Lin Xuewen's face.

Song Mu didn't dare to say whether the situation he was thinking about was good or bad, but at such a young age, he was able to extend it by himself. Being able to have such a disposition showed that his talent was extremely good, and he was able to achieve the position of scholar. A little possible.

"Then tell me, how did you enter this realm?"

Song Mou said calmly, but Lin Xuewen was at a loss when he heard it. He seemed to be trying hard to remember for a long time, and then he said slowly.

"Entering this realm, it seems that that night, I suddenly dreamed of a golden light falling down, and then woke up, feeling that my whole body was full of strength, and there was a trace of swimming in my body..."

Song Mu naturally knew that what he was talking about was the situation where literary energy was condensed into literary power, but it was not the answer Song Mu wanted.

"The night when this happened, what did you do before going to bed?"

"I remember those few days, I was trying to grow the planting method mentioned in a book, and finally succeeded on that day."

"What I'm asking is, have you ever written any articles before this, and what kind of sentimental articles?"

Song Mu shook his head and continued to ask, but Lin Xuewen was at a loss and shook his head after a while.

"No more."

"On that day, I only had excitement and feeling in my heart, but it seemed that I had never had it." (End of this chapter)