That was the fourth-generation ancestor of the Song family in Shiyang, a great Confucian who was once famous in the Dawen Dynasty—Song Wenrong!
This great scholar's light and shadow is a hundred feet high, and it is emitting a pale golden light. Under this pale golden light, Song Wenrong, who is in the light and shadow, looks down at the entire Shiyang County with a middle-aged face.
As the light emitted by the great scholar's article gradually condensed, the shadow began to slowly open its eyes.
At that moment, heaven and earth sang, and everyone trembled.
All the people, monsters, and demons who watched all this could not help but be stunned.
And with this light and shadow, Song Wenrong's eyes swept towards the county school in the distance. At that moment, Song Mu, who was standing on the roof, met his eyes. It seemed that at that moment, endless feelings poured out.
At this moment, Song Mu suddenly noticed that the robe with poems written on it in front of him began to float, and the entire robe slowly rose up under the light.
Song Mu and the other children stared blankly at the robe slowly rising into the air, while the shadow in the distance waved.
"You cannot admonish those who have gone by, but you can still pursue those who have come."
A sentence from the Analects of Confucius spread mistily between heaven and earth, and as the words fell, the entire sky changed again.
A brilliant golden light came from the shadow towards Song Mu's robe, poured into it the next moment, and then the robe burst out with an unprecedented dazzling light.
Light began to spread around, and the words above began to shine with golden light, and the scenes in the poem began to slowly appear.
This is Song Wenrong's remaining power as a great scholar. After absorbing Song Mu's amazing poem, the two resonated!
Suddenly, on the streets of Shiyang County, shouts of killing suddenly appeared from unknown corners. Golden lights and shadows appeared based on the light feathers condensed by poetry. The next moment, it was like thousands of troops were suddenly released in the city.
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These countless lights and shadows appeared in every corner of the city and began to clear away all the ominous things.
A ray of light burst out from the floating robe and fell on Shi Bufeng's remaining head, causing him to let out one last unwilling scream. At the same time, the blood needle he transformed into was slowly wrapped in golden light.
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The light wrapped around the blood needle and slowly rose into the sky, and Song Wenrong's silhouette turned to look outside the city at this moment.
Outside the city east, Demon King Qingjiang, who was standing blankly on the spot, felt Song Wenrong's phantom gaze sweeping towards him, and at this moment he felt like a thorn in his back.
A sense of fear emerged from the depths of his heart, and even Qingjiang Demon King suddenly felt that the demonic energy around him was not functioning properly.
"Misunderstanding...misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding."
The huge fish head of the Qingjiang Demon King said in a panic at this moment, his feet were already shaking a little, but Song Wenrong's shadow did not hesitate at all, and the gas wrapped in the blood needle immediately shot towards the Qingjiang Demon King.
"withdraw!"
When the Demon King of Qingjiang saw Song Wenrong's actions, he turned around and ran away with fear on his face. He wanted to get into the river to avoid the attack of the blood needle, but the blood needle penetrated into its body at a very fast speed. In just an instant, it was
After screaming, he fell to the ground.
The Demon King of Qingjiang instantly transformed back into the large carp that was more than ten meters long. At this moment, it was glaring at the dead fish and was jumping towards the Gan River crazily.
"Anyone who hurts the people of Shiyang City will be punished!"
Another sentence came out of the phantom Song Wenrong's mouth. As soon as the words fell, the powerful words swayed from the phantom towards the surroundings. Countless demons suddenly felt seriously injured physically and mentally, and fell to the ground.
With the great scholar's power, even if he was just a shadow, he could still defeat the demon king Jinshi and a group of demonic beasts without the ability to fight back.
Countless people in Shiyang County witnessed this shocking scene with their own eyes. They had never seen such a scene in their entire lives. It was not until the crisis in Shiyang County today that they realized how terrifying and reliable the power of literati is.
The presence.
Countless people were kneeling on the ground at this moment and began to pray murmuringly, while Jin Changwu had already taken off again, holding the official seal in his hand, and shouted loudly towards the surroundings.
"All the soldiers and literati who defend the city of Shiyang County obey your orders. I am the magistrate of Shiyang County. Today, the great scholars are helping me. We shall do our best to protect the people of Shiyang City and slay the demons!"
As Jin Changwu's words rang out, all the defenders stood up again at this moment, recovering from the shock just now. Looking around themselves at this moment, countless falling light spots were slowly repairing the wounds.
My body feels full of strength again.
A virtual statue of a great scholar appeared beside them, making everyone feel extremely excited.
I don't know who suddenly shouted, and everyone suddenly raised their weapons and shouted for battle.
This small city once again burst out with huge fighting power.
The demons retreated, retreated crazily.
On the city wall, the embarrassed Master Xun slowly stood up and looked at the tall virtual image not far away, his expression full of yearning at this moment.
That is the pinnacle of literati's strength, and it is an existence that countless people yearn for.
You know, Song Wenrong spent fifty years to become a world-famous Confucian.
Master Xun slowly swallowed a sip of saliva, his eyes gradually moved towards the city, looking at the light spot high in the sky where the county school was located, and he murmured something at this moment.
"The Song family in Shiyang has a great cultural heritage. In the future... maybe it will be washed away."
Shiyang County had completely turned the corner, and Song Mu was staring blankly at the 100-meter shadow.
That is his ancestor, the most glorious existence of the Wenwen Song family.
He passed by like a meteor, bringing a legendary story to the Song family and even the world, but he did not disappear. One of his obsessions has always remained in Shiyang County, guarding the cultural roots of the Song family.
In a daze, Song Mu saw the phantom and slowly looked at it again. The phantom was well-dressed, and there was a bit of admiration in a pair of eyes composed of light and shadow.
Song Wenrong didn't say any more words, just nodded slightly, and then the light and shadow slowly dissipated in the sky.
It was an affirmation of Song Mu and an appreciation of the poems written by Song Mu. The descendants have not forgotten the glory of their ancestors, nor have they completely fallen into depravity. The poems resonate with the articles, which is why the shadow of the great Confucian was born, and the shadow of the great Confucian was born in an instant.
Rain's magical powers.
At this moment, countless people in the city were cheering, thankful that they had survived.
But Song Mu felt something in his heart. At that moment, he felt that the literary energy in his body seemed to slowly change from a pure white color.
It was a light, sunny color.
Song Mu murmured, feeling the changes in his body, and the robe floating in the sky slowly fell down, landing on Song Mu's body.
On the robe that floated in the breeze, a faint light shone on every large character written in thick ink.
"Little Tongsheng, you may become famous all over the world."
A crisp voice sounded next to Song Mu. Song Mu came back to his senses and turned around to see Li Mo'er in mysterious clothes looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Miss Mo'er..." Song Mu hurriedly spoke, and then asked quickly: "Are you okay?"
"Of course, even though they were tricked a little, I have to say that these people are not very capable yet." Li Mo'er said lightly, but Song Mu was shocked in his heart.
Being able to make Li Mo'er, a poet of the Li family and a Jinshi, suffer a loss, it shows that these guys' methods are extremely vicious.
It's just that this little girl doesn't intend to show it in front of her.
Thinking of the earth-shattering scene just now and the extremely ferocious demon, Song Mu was also a little scared.
However, Song Mu only had a faint smile on his face, and Li Moer also looked at Song Mu and smiled.
Seeing the two of them in this situation, the children nearby scratched their heads one by one, with indescribable awkwardness on their faces.
The arrival of Jin Changwu broke all this instantly.
Jin Changwu and Master Zhou also landed on the roof. They both looked at Song Mu first, but then they both looked at Li Moer.
They never thought that this little girl brought back by Kong Zhifu a few days ago would actually be a Jinshi.
The Qingtian Guard specializes in killing demons and slaying demons, and is involved in all matters related to demons. Everyone among them is a ruthless and mysterious character, and the Qingtian Guard Jinshi in front of him is a descendant of the Li Shizong.
With 90% Li Bai bloodline, he will definitely be the right-hand man of Li Shizong in the future.
Even if Jin Changwu is not afraid that he will use his identity as Qing Tianwei to suppress him, he is still worried that the other party will report this matter to the court and he will not be able to deal with it.
The two of them couldn't help but ignore the concern for their lives and future, and even bowed with some caution at this moment.
"I've met Master Qing Tianwei."
Jin Changwu said with a respectful salute, his eyes swept over the two people again, but at this moment, he felt some strange feelings in his heart.
Song Mu and Miss Li Moer seemed to be very familiar with each other, and the two of them seemed to have some sympathy for each other, or...
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