Bold Evildoer, Read My Three Hundred Tang Poems

Poetry is not for memorization, but for survival. Song Ci traveled through time. Travel to a world where scholars can kill monsters with poetry - Wenqi Continent. Here, talent is power. A frontier fortress poem can transform the shadow of the Great Wall, and a poem chanting about the moon can bring blessings from the holy moon. Confucianism, military strategists, legalists, Taoists, Mohists, political strategists - a hundred schools of thought contend, each showing his own way, and jointly guarding the seven kingdoms of the human race. The source of all this is the Holy Master who turned into the moon thousands of years ago and illuminated the dark night of mankind. It's a pity that Song Ci's posture during time travel is not quite right. Both parents are dead and the family is destitute, not even a child. There was a scroll of bamboo slips in my mind that I couldn't open, but after studying it for seven days and seven nights, I couldn't come up with anything except a line of seal script that says, "Evangelize the Tao with Tang poems, and understand the saints with the heart of poetry." Traveling through the seventh night, the moon is dim. The evil mist fills the air, and night mandrills attack the village. On the verge of death, the system that had been dormant for seven days and seven nights was finally activated. [Tang Poetry System·Activation] [Gift package for newbies: randomly select five enlightenment poems] ["Spring Dawn", "Ascend the Stork Tower", "Out of the Fortress", "Quiet Night Thoughts" and "Compassion for the Peasants"] Song Ci wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to point at the group of monsters outside the door with their teeth and claws waving— "Bold and monstrous, read my three hundred Tang poems!"