Jin Changwu said sharply at that moment, and the demonic energy emanating from Lu Jue's body seemed to have a physical form at this moment.
The surging demonic energy is spreading all around. If it were not temporarily suppressed by the literary energy gathered in the great Confucianism's articles, the situation would be even more bleak.
Jin Changwu and Ouyang Hong were both trying to resist, and Ouyang Hong immediately added.
"Find that guy's location, and only by killing him can the evil energy disappear."
"Then let's take action together and make sure to deal with him here!"
After talking, the two began to write poems again, and Ouyang Hong started to read the poems directly from his mouth.
What appeared this time was no longer Qingming poetry, but war poetry.
The main function of Qingming poems is to calm people's mood and at the same time dispel some simple evil spirits. But now that Lu Jue has gone completely crazy, and the evil spirits have naturally poured out of his body, then war poems must be used.
Sure enough, as soon as Ouyang Hong and Jin Changwu's war poems were used, changes immediately appeared in this cramped space.
Jin Changwu wrote a poem about a warrior, and he immediately put on a piece of shining golden armor, and a long sword appeared in his hand, and then he jumped directly into the demonic energy.
Ouyang Hong summoned a group of light birds, which rushed towards the small room behind the fence with chirping sounds.
Both of them were masters of literature and warfare. As Jinshi, the war poems they used were equally eye-opening.
The gold seal on Jin Changwu's waist was also glowing at this moment. The light evoked the literary style of Da Ru's articles and Dengwen Pavilion's articles, constantly wrapping this space.
But for a moment, there was no overly fierce fight. Jin Changwu, wearing a golden armor, flashed out of the demonic energy with the cooperation of the light bird. The next moment, he directly interrupted Lu Jue's limbs, pinched the opponent's neck with one hand, and directly lifted him
The other party walked out.
After all, Jin Changwu was a Jinshi, and his literary skills were very strong. He was naturally able to deal with a scholar and demon who had not yet transformed.
At this moment, Lu Jue had completely changed his appearance.
His whole body was red, and long black claws sprouted from his hands and feet. Bone spurs sprang out from his back and arms. He still had that gloomy face, but there were fangs exposed at the corners of his mouth.
But at this moment, he was lifted and thrown out by Jin Changwu like a puppet with its strings cut off.
"The bone demon has been seeded by someone's inner demon."
The armor on Jin Changwu's body disappeared, and Ouyang Hong also put away his magical power and stepped forward to check it. He used his Wenli force to check it and immediately frowned.
"He still has half a clear mind, but he wants to search for his soul?"
"Can you do it?" Jin Changwu patted the dust on his official robe and said to him.
"It's not impossible, but if I want to extract something useful from it, I need to create the literary style of poetry."
"Then just do it."
Ouyang Hong smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Would you write me a poem? At least a Qingming poem with three levels of talent."
"You also know that Qingming poetry is most about artistic conception. Only when the artistic conception is completed in one go can it be useful."
"This..." Jin Changwu sighed when he heard that in order to make a Qingming poem, he still needed to achieve three levels of talent.
Jin Changwu turned his head and looked at Lu Jue, whose breath was weakening, and could only shake his head.
"Then I will deal with him immediately."
With that said, Jin Changwu was about to catch Lu Jue, but a probing voice came from the door.
"Sir, why don't you let me give it a try?"
Hearing what Song Mu said, Jin Changwu and Ouyang Hong paused, while Jin Changwu turned his head and said in surprise.
"Song Mu, you haven't left here yet?"
Song Mu laughed awkwardly: "With the golden seal of the magistrate, Your Excellency Dengwen has been locked up."
But Song Mu quickly said seriously again.
"But sir, since this Lu Jue may have something in his mind, I also want to give it a try."
"Qingming poems are not that easy to write."
Ouyang Hong next to him said at this time, still looking a little uncomfortable, feeling that Song Mu was a little too proud. Although he wrote a very talented Xingwen poem, it did not mean that he could write a Qingming poem.
This kind of poetry that contains the meaning of tranquility or the need for tranquility in Zen is very rare. Even a Jinshi himself is not sure to write it right away. Unexpectedly, Song Mu felt that he could do it.
When Ouyang Hong said this, he also had a bit of a slap in the face.
But Jin Changwu touched his beard at that moment and looked at Song Mu without knowing what he was thinking.
Song Mu pursed his lips and said nothing, but looked at the two people in front of him.
"That's all. Anyway, Lu Jue is no longer a threat, so I'll let you give it a try. It won't be any worse than this."
"Besides, we never saw you write Xingwen poems that day. Today I would like to see what kind of Qingming poems you can make."
Jin Changwu said immediately, with a bit of expectation in his eyes.
Ouyang Hong frowned when he saw Jin Changwu say this, but he did not refuse.
Just treat this kid as a master of his own craft, and it would be good to learn a lesson or two so that he won't be so arrogant anymore.
Ouyang Hong acquiesced at that moment. After receiving this reply, Song Mu also nodded, took out his book bag and began to take out pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
"That's all, just use mine." Ouyang Hong said this. There were three more things on the table: ink, paper and inkstone. Then Ouyang Hong looked at Song Mu and said.
"Just use the pen I just gave you."
"But if it doesn't work out, then forget it."
Ouyang Hong said this, Song Mu didn't say anything, he just cupped his hands and walked forward.
Still studying the ink slowly, Song Mu frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking.
Jin Changwu and Ouyang Hong both looked at Song Mu, wondering how he could compose a Qingming poem.
A moment later, the two of them saw Song Mu taking out the demon-suppressing pen, dipping it in ink and writing.
Ouyang Hong stood on one side and watched Song Mu write out a poem, while Jin Changwu who was next to him also quickly looked at it.
"The body is like a Bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror."
"Brush it frequently to avoid dust."
A few lines of poetry jumped out on the page, and the next moment he saw the literary spirit begin to surge. Ouyang Hong immediately exclaimed.
"Huh?"
As he said this, Ouyang Hong's eyes widened suddenly, and he said to Song Mu with a hint of admiration.
"Okay, please don't stir up dust. This poem is definitely enough!"
After finishing speaking, he saw that Song Mu had already begun to write the title of this poem.
"Practice Verses"
As soon as the title of the poem is completed, you can see the white air coming out of the poem, and the rich literary atmosphere makes people feel refreshed.
Even some prisoners in the cells next door gradually calmed down.
Ouyang Hong's joy was beyond words, and he stopped waiting and said directly to Song Mu.
"Stick to your heart and don't immediately absorb this original style of writing."
As he spoke, Ouyang Hong made a secret with his fingers, and then Wenli surged out from his palm, directly fixing the churning Wenqi, and then pointed one finger at Lu Bie who was lying on the ground.
White energy quickly enveloped Na Lujue, and Ouyang Hong had already sat down cross-legged beside him, releasing his power with both hands and closing his eyes tightly.
Song Mu endured the shock of the ancient book and did not absorb this literary energy. He only saw Ouyang Hong's continuous release of literary energy covering Na Lubo.
"This soul-searching technique is difficult to come by, but your poem is very talented. Let's see if Brother Ouyang can search it out with all his strength."
Jin Changwu also looked at Ouyang Hong's movements at this moment and explained to Song Mu.
After about a stick of incense, Ouyang Hong opened his eyes, held a spell in his hand again, and said to Song Mu.
"Song Mu, it's time to absorb it."
As he said that, he saw the dense literary energy coming toward Song Mu. Song Mu immediately released his restraint and allowed the ancient book to absorb the literary energy.
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