Li Mo'er, who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, could only reach Song Mu's chin at the moment. Song Mu lowered his head and glanced at the other party, swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, then rolled his eyes, pointed at the wall and whispered.
"in……"
"I know." Li Mo'er whispered back. It seemed that she had known about this for a long time.
Before Song Mu could say to report to the official, Li Moer took out a piece of paper and handed it to Song Mu, and then whispered.
"Mr. Song, since you have telepathy, you can do me a favor and create a small alien world."
Song Mu pouted at the moment, feeling that this little girl really regarded herself as a powerful person. With the means of telekinesis she was using now, it could be said that she couldn't even walk well, so how could she possibly create a strange world.
Li Mo'er, however, spoke directly as usual: "There is no need for you to create a strange world. As long as there is fire or smoke, it is enough. You can just write a poem, and then you will mobilize the literary energy in your body to write it, and at the same time use your mental power.
Wrap the entire paper."
Li Moer said this, looking at Song Mu with a bit of expectation and curiosity. Song Mu looked at the other party for a moment, made sure that the other party was not joking, took the paper, and spoke.
"You want to go in?"
"Well, I have a plan, sir, don't worry."
"Have you known about this for a long time?"
"This is a secret, I can't tell you." Li Mo'er puffed up her cheeks and said.
Song Mu pursed his lips, took out the brush, dipped it on the tip of his tongue, and then started writing a poem on the paper.
"The Chu Mountains are subject to moon fire, and severe droughts will occur..."
Du Fu's "Fire" slowly came out with the tip of Song Mu's pen. Song Mu was also chanting softly on his lips, and the literary energy in his chest seemed to be surging. Song Mu was thinking about the method Li Mo'er taught him just now, and began to
Infuse it with thoughts.
Just for a moment, Song Mu suddenly felt that the literary energy in his body had been completely drained, and the power of thought in his mind was also rapidly draining away.
At the same time, Song Mu suddenly felt a burning sensation around him, and the air in front of him seemed to be beating.
"I can't hold it anymore." Before Song Mu could write a few sentences, the literary energy in his body was almost drained.
Sure enough, as a child, there was no way I could afford this kind of poetry, and yet I wanted to create a strange world.
Li Moer immediately nodded and said something to Song Mu again.
"Hold on, fifteen breaths will be enough."
Saying this, Li Moer ran to the other end of the street corner and suddenly shouted loudly.
"It's gone! It's gone!"
Song Mu looked at the little girl shouting at the top of her lungs. Someone around her immediately responded, and Song Mu, who was forced to continue writing, also heard the sound of the door opening in the yard next to her.
There were also sounds coming from the yard, and the middle-aged couple rushed out. Feeling the hot breath outside, they hurriedly went inside.
The street suddenly became lively, and everyone felt the heat and the smell of burning grass, but they could not find the location of the fire.
"The demons burst into tears and shook the lanterns."
When Song Mu reached the third sentence, he couldn't write anymore. He felt a sudden pain in his head and sat down on the ground.
And as the power of thought disappeared, the burning sensation around him also quickly dissipated. When the people around him were very surprised and weird, Li Moer appeared next to Song Mu again.
"Sure enough, it's still a bit forced, isn't it?" Li Mo'er curled her lips and muttered, while Song Mu's face was full of bitterness.
Li Moer didn't hold back, and grabbed Song Mu's collar with one hand. The next moment, Song Mu found himself suddenly rising into the air.
He has appeared on the roof.
Li Mo'er, this monster girl, was running wildly on the roof with herself in one hand.
Song Mu quickly closed his eyes while looking at the changing roofs under his feet. Just for a moment, Li Moer stopped again. Song Mu had already appeared with her in an alley somewhere.
"Is it done?" Song Mu asked in shock.
"It's okay. If the young master had persisted a little longer, I might have been able to seal the next one for those people."
"Do you still blame me for this?" Song Mu smiled bitterly. At this moment, he felt that he was sweating all over and still a little weak. Li Mo'er pouted, seeming to see Song Mu's weak look, and moved his green palms
, a tiny pill appeared in her palm.
Before Song Mu could see the pill clearly, Li Moer put the pill into Song Mu's mouth with one hand.
Song Mu swallowed it suddenly. Before he could realize what it was, he felt warm in his lower abdomen. Then he felt warm currents flowing through his body. Song Mu gasped and let out a long breath.
"What is this?" Song Mu asked.
"Light Spirit Pill." Li Mo'er replied, but at the moment his eyes flickered around Song Mu before he asked.
"Mr. Song, how come you have telepathy in you?"
Hearing this question, Song Mu knew that from the moment he was discovered, what was supposed to come would always come. He grinned, rolled his eyes, and said seriously.
"This is a secret that is not passed down in my Song family."
"Tch." Li Mo'er breathed out contemptuously, clasping his hands into fists, tilting his head and looking at Song Mu.
"Those who must be gifted with mental power must first gather their literary power. This secret that is not passed down to you in the Song family is going to overthrow the world."
Song Mu curled his lips, knowing what Li Mo'er wanted to say, but he just didn't respond.
When Li Mo'er saw this, there was no hint of displeasure on her face, she just shook it off and said.
"That's all, Master, just don't tell me."
Song Mu also immediately borrowed the donkey to get off the slope, and then asked about another matter.
"How do you know there's something wrong with the people there, and who they are?"
"Well, haven't you heard of it, sir? The Demon Sect is just a bunch of degenerate literati."
"Devil sect? Degenerate scholar?" Song Mu frowned. Song Mu didn't know anything about this kind of thing.
"Well, after the star fell, when Confucian Zhang Ce cultivated literary power, literati all over the world began to concentrate on cultivating literary power. However, it is extremely difficult to gather righteous literary power. If you want to improve your realm, it will take countless efforts, even your whole life.
It’s not available either.”
Li Mo'er spoke eloquently at this time to answer Song Mu's doubts.
"And Tianxing not only brings literary aura, but also evil aura and demonic aura. Everything in the world can be possessed by demons. As long as they are possessed by demons, their strength will almost instantly skyrocket and their realm will advance by leaps and bounds."
"But once a person is possessed by a demon, he will lose his mind, right?" Song Mu said.
But Li Mo'er shook his head: "Who said it? Back then, there was a scholar named Ju Fan who wanted to find another way to improve his strength because his right path was stagnant. Then he discovered that being possessed by a demon was not uncontrollable. As long as there were demons involved,
Then you can stay rational and your cultivation will greatly increase."
"Magic cause? Are those petals?" Song Mu came back to his senses and quickly continued to ask.
"That's just a kind of mandala flower, cultivated with demonic energy. Mortals may go crazy, but literati can almost suppress it. What is really useful is the seven-color demonic lotus flower. That is the superior demonic cause. Jinshi
The following can directly improve a big realm."
Song Mu looked surprised at the moment, but Li Moer said calmly.
"But, this thing also has its drawbacks. Almost all degenerate literati do not live to be sixty years old, and their whole bodies explode when they die, and they die in a very miserable manner."
Saying this, Li Moer stretched his head to look at Song Mu and said.
"One of our Qingtian Guards' major responsibilities is to exterminate these degenerate literati. Of course, I would also like to warn you here, don't imitate them, otherwise..."
Li Moer raised his little fist.
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Wouldn't it be wonderful to collect, vote and read later after returning home after dinner~~