Chapter 45 Another poem handed down from generation to generation!
Chapter 45 Another poem handed down from ancient times!
The misty loud sound suddenly sounded in the ears of everyone in Shiyang County, and just after the first sentence came out slowly, there was already a bit of wind and clouds in the sky.
After hearing this, Shi Bufeng's expression suddenly changed, and Jin Changwu and others were also shocked, and they all looked towards the sky. Li Mo also stopped in a daze, with a bit of surprise on his face. At that moment, she felt
A kind of shock that comes from the blood.
This is a kind of shock unique to Poetry.
When a work that has been handed down from generation to generation appears and is comparable to the poems of Li Du, the literary power in the bodies of the disciples of poetry will surge unconsciously, which is a cheer for the extraordinary literary talent.
As the saying goes, heroes love swords, and talents love beautiful medals.
This is a kind of resonance with the poems handed down from ancient times!
Who wrote such shocking poetry at this time?!
"This is a poem handed down from ancient times?!"
Jin Changwu raised his head and looked around, his expression now filled with shock mixed with great joy.
Because those poems have never been heard before.
"On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind and rain always blow away the wind."
Another loud sound came, and Jin Changwu felt that white lights suddenly appeared in the sky, tearing through the clouds, and a strong wind suddenly started!
And the white light that seemed to come from the sky floated across the sky of Shiyang County, and the white light gathered in the city.
That is the cultural energy that remains between heaven and earth. At this moment, it gathers into white light and falls in the city.
Jin Changwu fixed his eyes on the position where the white light of Wenqi fell, and his pupils suddenly widened at this moment.
"That's... the county school? Song Mu?!"
Jin Changwu stared at the location of the county school with wide eyes, and immediately saw several people standing on the roof of the county school. Several children stood on the roof where the wind was raging, struggling to pull up a robe together.
Opposite the robe, the sword-browed and star-eyed Song Mu looked focused. The strong wind swept around him, blowing his clothes and hair, but his figure remained motionless, and the hand holding the brush was dancing rapidly.
The talent is gushing non-stop, this is an unparalleled poem that has shocked the past and the present!
This seems to be a war poem!
Jinchangwu was greatly shocked, but at this moment, he was even more ecstatic. With such a poem handed down from ancient times, Shiyang County is no longer in serious trouble today!
"The grass and trees in the setting sun, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived."
Another line of poetry echoed between heaven and earth, but the world had suddenly changed!
Those literary white lights that gathered from endless distances slowly turned into pieces of light feathers in Shiyang County. These light feathers surrounded Shiyang County School and filled the entire sky of Shiyang County.
Then all kinds of lights emit in an instant and float down!
These feathers of light fell on the frantic people, who suddenly stopped and then fell down in panic.
Guangyu actually calmed people's hearts!
The light passed through the monsters that rushed into the city from the gap to kill wantonly. At this moment, each one of them burst like an inflated balloon.
"This... this is Wenqi transformed into feathers. How is this possible?!"
The transformation of literary spirit into feathers is a phenomenon that only the best poetry can have.
Master Zhou sighed in shock at this moment. The plumes of light falling all over the sky were like a great scholar waving his hand and leaving his literary power behind.
"This kind of poetry stands out from the crowd, with a rich cultural context of the Song family, Song Mu..."
Master Zhou murmured, and what he saw at this moment was the Dengwen Pavilion on the city wall emitting a stronger light.
The light soared into the sky and complemented Song Mu, seeming to be even more powerful.
"Damn guy! Ruin my plan!"
And at this moment, a thunder-like roar came from the sky, it was Shi Bufeng who was getting angry from embarrassment.
He also saw Song Mu who was writing poetry standing on the roof of the county school. He felt this tremendous talent and saw countless monsters and demons being suddenly suppressed.
Originally, the plan was completed, and his wings were about to be full, but Li Moer's appearance in the middle made him lose all his advantages. Now, someone actually wrote a poem that will be handed down for generations, destroying all his plans.
This is to make all your previous efforts go to waste!
Shi Bufeng, who had lost all his arms, was furious when faced with this situation.
When he saw clearly that it was Song Mu from the Song family, Shi Bufeng felt a trace of regret in his angry heart. Why didn't he work harder that day, just like what his subordinates did in Qingzhou, Zhongzhou, to destroy this culture?
The Pulse House took away their heritage!
But how could Shi Bufeng have imagined that a little boy could let something he had planned for a long time go to waste.
As soon as the words fell, Shi Bufeng's figure suddenly disappeared in the air, and then waves of air rolled up in the air, heading in the direction of Song Mu.
"Not good!" Jin Changwu also saw this situation and immediately issued a warning. At that moment, he was also in the shape of an emperor and immediately headed towards the county school.
The next moment, a slender wave of air passed through the sky again, and a figure violently collided with Shi Bufeng, who was moving at high speed.
That's Li Mo'er!
At this moment, circles of golden poems appeared on her body. These poems were being arranged and combined continuously, and attacks were directed towards Shi Bufeng.
"Wen Chufa Sui! You are definitely not an ordinary disciple of the Li Shi Sect!"
Shi Bufeng was also resisting frantically at this moment. His face was ferocious at this moment, but there was also a bit of fear.
He felt the terrifying strength of the little girl in front of him.
Anyone who uses Li Du's poems will have a huge amount of literary power extracted from the poems every time they use it. Even descendants of the Li family of poets will never dare to use the powerful poems of their ancestors indiscriminately!
But the slender Li Mo'er in front of him was able to light up countless Li Bai's poems so boldly, and he was also able to use them so skillfully.
This kind of person is definitely an important figure in the Li Poetry Sect, but why does such a person appear in Shiyang County?
At this moment, Shi Bufeng felt a deep sense of powerlessness seeping out of his heart. He had clearly planned everything, but why were so many uncontrollable changes happening?
Li Mo'er, who heard Shi Bufeng's question, had a cold expression on her face, her eyes were even sharper, and the light of poetry on her body was rolling and flickering.
"Yes, I am a descendant of the Li Shi Sect, but it just so happens that I have awakened 90% of the power of Li Bai's ancestor's blood."
"Ninety percent?!"
Shi Bufeng felt as if his heart had been hit hard, and he was already in despair.
No wonder, no wonder!
Shi Bufeng's expression changed again and again, but just a moment later, Shi Bufeng's gaze became even more fierce, and then he bit his own finger directly, and a section of his finger was bitten off!
"So what if Li Shizong, if I can't kill you, I will destroy him!"
"The demon enters the body!"
Shi Bufeng suddenly said this, and then he waved his bitten and bleeding palm around, and countless blood beads quickly swayed away, and his figure had become erratic.
Li Mo'er also felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy, but she immediately turned her head, and the golden poems on her body were spinning rapidly.
Li Moer directly reversed direction, no longer chasing Shi Bufeng, but headed towards the county school where Song Mu was on the other side.
At this moment, on the roof of the county school, the strong wind was blowing up, and the clothes were covered with clothes, making it almost impossible to stand still.
But among the several figures wandering around at this moment, one person was standing upright.
He has a delicate face and tall figure. He is holding a jade pen in his hand and is writing with difficulty on a piece of clothing.
At that moment, Song Mu's heart was full of anger towards the crisis in Shiyang County and his unwillingness to write because of his own weakness. But at this moment, Song Mu noticed that there was something strange in the sky. Every time he wrote down a word of the poem in his hand,
There is a huge literary energy poured into the body.
The crazy and exciting literary style made me feel extremely comfortable, and the pen in my hand became more and more smooth.
Song Mu felt comfortable and proud at the moment, but Shao Le and the others who were helping to carry the robes were already blushing and clenching their teeth.
"This...how come this clothes are getting heavier and heavier?"
"How much does this weigh? I... can't hold on anymore."
"We must hold on, this is a poem handed down from generation to generation. If we can't write it down, we will become sinners through the ages!"
"Then go and call someone else. I feel like my hands are shaking."
Several children said with bared teeth, and then shouted towards the county college. The other children in the college had already noticed the changes in Shiyang County. When they heard the call for help, they also stood up one after another.
"We're all here to help!"
At this moment, many children climbed onto the roof one after another and consciously stood in a circle in front of Song Mu. Everyone grabbed a corner of their clothes and held it tightly.
Song Mu was still immersed in poetry and poetry, but a figure had already passed by in the sky.
Li Mo'er glanced at Song Mu who was very close at hand, then turned around in the air, then waved his hand, and countless golden poems came out.
Almost instantly, there was an explosion next to Song Mu.
A blood-red figure emerged.
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