"Lord Wei." Jiang Xuan called Wei Zheng over and instructed,""Choose a group of scholars and write a poem with the topic of slaying demons and devils. If they can reach the level of a scholar, I will pass down another divine art.”
"Good!" Wei Zheng immediately followed.
"Your Majesty, give me a palace.”
Under Li Shiming's lead, Jiang Xuan headed towards a palace.
In the resplendent palace, Jiang Xuan stood in the hall with his eyes closed in thought. In his mind, a storyteller surrounded by scholars slowly formed.
Li Shi Min watched from the side, not daring to make a sound.
"Your Majesty, scholars have always thought of themselves as weak. They don't touch the spring water with their fingers and don't hoe the fields with their feet. Do you believe that a weak scholar with no strength can have the power to kill demons?”
Li Shi Min immediately replied,"If the teacher says yes, then naturally yes."”
Jiang Xuan couldn't help but laugh." I'll be narrating a story later. It'll be about how the weak scholar used words as a law and words as a sword to slay demons. Your Majesty, you can listen to it well.”
"It can actually be so magical?" Li Shi Min was surprised.
Jiang Xuan said," Everything will depend on your luck. If it works, His Majesty must spend some effort in the imperial examinations to find more scholars. Our human race will have another group of experts. Scholars can govern the country and bring peace to the world, but they can also slay demons.”
Li Shi Min was overjoyed." Since Sir has said so, then this matter will definitely succeed. I will do my best to do as you say."”
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Wei Zheng led about two hundred people into the hall. Li Bai, Luo Binwang, and the others were among them.
There weren't many people, but Jiang Xuan was very satisfied. This meant that Wei Zheng's requirements were relatively high. This group of scholars was definitely promising.
"Everyone, I will tell you a story today. You must comprehend it well and extract some wondrous methods from it. It will give you the power comparable to immortals and can subdue demons.”
"In the past, I once heard a story told by an expert in my dream, which made me fascinated.”
"It turns out that scholars can also fight on the battlefield. They use words as a law and words as a sword. The masters of the literary world can kill demons by writing poems.”
"The topic that Lord Wei set just now is about slaying demons and devils. If you can comprehend this technique from this storytelling, the poem you wrote earlier will truly have the power to slaying demons and devils.”
As soon as he said this, the entire hall was in an uproar.
"Quiet." Jiang Xuanqing shouted, and the hall immediately fell silent. Everyone looked at him with anticipation.
Jiang Xuan then said,"
" This story can be called a ghost story. To make it easier for everyone to understand, I'll use a well-known history to replace the dead.”
"At the end of the Shang Dynasty, King Wen, Ji Chang, observed the sun, moon, and stars and wrote the ancient book, the Book of Changes. A strange phenomenon descended from the sky and his talent was instilled into his head. He became a literary saint and went out to Xiqi to conquer Zhou.”
"Xiqi's army arrived at Zhaoge City with great momentum. The city gate was wide open, and 100,000 demons and a million merchant soldiers poured out like a tide.”
" King Wen of Zhou was dressed in white and looked at King Zhou coldly. He listed the ten sins of King Zhou. Every time he said a crime, Great Shang's fate would be weakened by ten percent and King Zhou would be ten years older. When King Wen finished speaking, Great Shang's fate would be destroyed and King Zhou would be on the verge of death.”
" King Wen's talent turned into a blazing sun. He held the Book of Changes in his hand and recited it. Golden characters flew out of his mouth and grew to the size of a man.”
" These golden words didn't hurt the humans, but the 100,000 demons suddenly wailed and died one after another…"
In the hall, only Jiang Xuan's voice reverberated. Everyone listened attentively.
Including Li Shimin, they were all literary talents. Most of them had achievements, so they were most concerned about the affairs of scholars.
The story that Jiang Xuan told them truly surprised them and made them yearn for it.
It was truly amazing that scholars could use their talent as a weapon to exterminate the demons.
Jiang Xuan finished talking about King Wen's destruction of the Shang Dynasty and Confucius's slaying of the snake demon king.
After reciting the scenery, he talked about the settings.
"The Saint Academy that Confucius created was based on talent. It created ten literary positions. The better the literary talent of the scholar, the higher the literary position. The highest one can be called a saint. Every word and sentence can reach the stars and the moon, and the bottom can enter the Nine Nether.”
"Scholar Fang Yun came from a poor family. His parents died early, and there was only one child bride in his family who was three years older than him. Her name was Yuhuan.”
As the story progressed, Jiang Xuan paid attention to the scholars in the hall.
All of them were filled with anticipation and excitement.
Li Bai's eyes widened as he gripped the folding fan tightly. He felt an inexplicable power surging in his body, as if it was about to jump out of his body.
When Jiang Xuan said that Fang Yun had written the first battle poem," Capturing the King ", Li Bai's eyes suddenly shone with a divine light, and his entire body was filled with battle intent.
Jiang Xuan was delighted and immediately shouted,""When you draw a bow, you should draw a strong bow. When you use an arrow, you should use a long bow.”
"Shoot the horse first, capture the leader first!”Li Bai repeated the sentence loudly.
His brows were cold and his eyes were sharp. His body was covered with a faint shadow, like an archer wearing armor.
"Capture the leader first!" Li Bai suddenly stretched out his right hand that was holding the folding fan. Using his arm as a bow and the fan as an arrow, he shot toward a red pillar.
Puff!
A muffled sound echoed in the hall. The folding fan made of bamboo and white paper actually pierced through the red pillar.
"This is what storytelling is like!”Li Shimin was surprised and happy.
500,000 merit points from Li Bai
[Obtained Divine Power: Spit out the words, exchange points: two hundred thousand
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