The vast scene of brilliant light and shadow made the weasel demon just want to retreat at this moment, but his figure flew back not far, but suddenly found that it was blocked by a transparent barrier. The weasel demon used its fast speed to break through the surroundings, but it still remained
I found myself unable to escape.
The weasel demon immediately understood what this was, a strange situation.
It's like a demon realm, but more mysterious. This is what the scholar released.
At this moment, there was no way to escape, and the weasel demon immediately let out a high-pitched neigh, its eyes were filled with fierce light, and its entire body grew rapidly.
In just a moment, the weasel demon was as big as Song Mu, and at the same time, a large amount of yellow smoke burst out from behind it.
The yellow mist completely enveloped it in an instant, and in the yellow mist, needles began to appear one after another.
At this moment, Song Mu's eyes were firm, and the poem in his hand was too hot to hold. Song Mu threw it out without hesitation, aiming directly at the ferocious weasel demon.
The roar of the weasel demon came, and Song Mu looked calm at the moment, feeling that the mental and literary power in his body were being drawn out crazily.
The flame that was thrown out also changed rapidly in front of Song Mu, and the next moment it split into countless fiery red birds. They made noisy cries, but flapped their fiery red wings and headed towards the weasel.
The red light rushed into the yellow mist, and the two sides immediately fought together. The firebirds pounced on the weasel demon, and then began to burn violently. The weasel demon roared, and its eyes were full of hatred and anger.
The screams of the weasel demon made everyone in the ancestral hall squat down and cover their ears. Kong Zong covered his arms and looked outside, looking extremely shocked at this moment.
“Is this the true power of poetry?”
When all the talented students saw this fighting scene, their faces were shocked and they stared at everything outside the ancestral hall.
This gorgeous and magnificent scene unfolded in front of everyone, making everyone feel deeply unrealistic.
No one said anything, they just watched all this quietly.
The yellow mist emitted by the weasel demon was suppressed by the firebird, and the needle light was completely ablated. Even the weasel demon's body was burned to a terrible extent by the firebird. But at that moment, a fierce roar came from
Come.
The sound penetrated his eardrums, and Song Mu couldn't help but tremble for a few moments. The next moment, he saw the yellow mist dissipate, and among the countless roiling firebirds, a ferocious figure rushed towards him quickly.
It was a burned weasel demon. Its body was already covered in scars, and several places on its body were even burned by the flames, exposing the bones inside.
Jinshi's original poems, inspired by his descendants, have the power to lift a person's head.
But it wasn't enough. This violent blow only seriously injured the guy, but it had already become ferocious and couldn't care less about it at the moment.
The weasel was still coming towards Song Mu, Song Mu looked stern, and the piece of paper that Master Xun left for Song Mu was already in his hand.
Just when Song Mu was about to make a desperate counterattack, a roar suddenly came from the sky.
"Evil beast!"
As soon as the words fell, a thunder crashed down. Master Xun entered the room thunderously, holding lightning in his hand, and a piece of writing paper flashed with lightning in his hand.
Master Xun, who was attracted by the weasel demon, arrived at the last moment.
And at that moment, he struck the weasel demon with a thunder blow.
At that moment, thunder and fire struck, and the weasel demon's skin and flesh collapsed, and in an instant it became a charred corpse on the ground, completely lifeless.
At this moment, Song Mu felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and the strange strange world disappeared in a moment. At this moment, he slowly knelt down on the spot, gasping for air.
Although the poem written by his ancestor was astonishingly powerful, Song Mu felt that all the strength in his body had been drained away, and the power of writing and thought in his body were also empty.
Not having enough strength to take on the challenge, Song Mu was almost desperate just now.
When the crisis was over, everyone in the ancestral hall rushed out. Kong Zong stepped forward to check Song Mu's condition. Seeing that Song Mu was only a little exhausted, he breathed a sigh of relief and called a few people to lift Song Mu.
Return to the ancestral hall.
Master Xun also came forward at this moment, his doubtful eyes swept over Song Mu's body, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found out that it was Song Mu's ancestor who had written powerful poems.
"This weasel monster is quite powerful. It also raised a bunch of weasel monsters. It actually deceived me when we were on the mountain."
"Also, I finally encountered the stone wall. It was quite strange. In just a moment, I was very far away."
Master Xun said this, with a bit of fear on his face at this moment.
"This monster may have awakened some innate blood to be able to have such powerful abilities."
With the help of Shao Le and others, Song Mu returned to the ancestral hall, drank some water, and finally regained his breath.
Master Xun was already comforting the villagers and boat passengers. After learning that the monster had been removed, the villagers also looked emotional and came up to express their thanks.
However, the villagers did not go home. Even though the monsters outside had been eliminated, everyone was still crowded in the ancestral hall.
Song Mu had no regard for dignity at this moment. He was holding back his fatigue and sitting cross-legged on the ground to recover. The blow just now took away a lot of literary and mental energy to Song Mu's expectation.
After the literary power and mental power were exhausted, the body responded immediately.
When other people saw Song Mu's appearance, no one came up to disturb him, and everyone had a bit of respect on their faces.
In the situation just now, if Song Mu hadn't turned the tide, everyone would have been in danger.
Even if it was the piece of paper in Mr. Fan's hand that exerted its power, it was only because of Song Mu's urging that it exerted such huge power.
And now that they heard that Song Mu was still a disciple of Wenwen, these people became even more respectful.
After all, the villagers will naturally respect the literati who can be respected by Mr. Fan.
As for Song Mu, he was completely immersed in restoring his literary power.
There was no talking all night, and when the next morning came, when the villagers saw the body of a weasel on the ground outside the ancestral hall, they all looked at each other with joy.
Soon, the villagers arranged for many men to help the owner pull the boat across the shoal by shouting slogans.
Song Mu and others were able to move forward again.
Song Mu did not wake up during this period, and several men from the fishing village carried Song Mu, who was still recovering his literary strength, onto the big boat.
Song Mu's status on the ship was also different now. The shipowner enthusiastically and tried his best to arrange a private room for Song Mu, so when Song Mu woke up, he was on a bed.
Sunlight shone in from the porthole on one side, making Song Mu feel warm at the moment. He stretched hard and let out a long breath.
After a night of practice, Song Mu felt that his literary power had recovered very well, but his mental power was still a little lacking, so he could only slowly recite ancient books and slowly recover.
Song Mu glanced at his body habitually, wanting to check whether he had suffered any damage from yesterday's battle.
But just after such an inspection, Song Mu's eyes immediately widened a bit.
Because he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be some changes in the ancient books in his mind.
The two poems "Yan Ge Xing" and "Yun Ri" used last night were not original poems by Song Mu at all, but they have actually appeared in ancient books at this moment.
Song Mu wiped his eyes in disbelief, with surprise and surprise on his face.