I slay demons and demons with poetry
Chapter 217 The Alien Land of Words
Chapter 217 The Alien Land of Words
Song Mu was very surprised by Du Xianyin's strange identity that suddenly appeared in front of him, but he was also a little puzzled while being shocked.
The other party showed this identity to himself almost without hesitation. What exactly is this going to do?
Hearing Song Mu's question, Du Xianyin blinked, and immediately pushed the collection of Du's poems towards Song Mu for a few minutes, and then spoke slowly.
"Young Master Song, do you know which school of poetry my Du Clan's School of Poetry belongs to?"
"Du Gong wrote a lot of poems in his life. If you really want to talk about his poetic style, Song Mu is a little unclear."
Song Mu said while shaking his head in deep thought, but the expression on his face was rather frustrating.
In this world, Du Mu still exists, and he still achieves quite high achievements. An "A Fang Gong Fu" laid the foundation stone for him. He was full of patriotic enthusiasm. He quelled chaos everywhere in the early days of the Wen Dynasty, and finally became the poet. respect.
It's just rumored that in his later years he still burned his poems and fus, almost self-destructing his inheritance, and he wrote them all his life, maybe three or four out of ten.
Song Mu thought he couldn't comment on such romantic people, at least he didn't have the qualifications.
But Du Xianyin exhaled lightly, but his expression seemed a little sad.
"Du Zu was originally a literati at the beginning of the Wen Dynasty, and he was famous all over the world at the beginning, but in the past few hundred years, it has gone from bad to worse, and the world has used less and less poems of my Du family's poetry. Now, everyone in the world knows about Du Fu's poetry, but they don't know I am Du Mu Shizong."
Song Mu was speechless, but also somewhat silent. Du Mu's poems were familiar to him, "Qingming", "Mountain Journey", "Jiangnan Spring", "Red Cliff", and "Parking in the Qinhuai River".
Each of these poems makes people feel emotional when they read them, but they never thought that in this era, their poems are gradually becoming lonely.
Perhaps what people still remember is "the broken halberd sinks into the sand and the iron is not sold, and it will be ground and washed to recognize the previous dynasty." There is also the sentence "the businesswoman does not know the hatred of subjugation, and she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river."
Song Mu raised his head to look at the other party, but at this moment Du Xianyin was already speaking.
"My Du Mu School of Poetry, there are many poems, songs and articles handed down, but now, there are only a few of them that can be used."
"Xianyin is just a girl, so it's really hard to fulfill the last wish of my ancestors, but I think I didn't live up to everything. Even in this situation, Xianyin has already made a different change."
As Du Xianyin said this, under Song Mu's rather puzzled gaze, he took out a pipa out of thin air, tapped his fingers together, and looked up.
"Young Master Song, have you ever seen a woman kill an enemy?"
Song Mu froze for a moment, and shook his head stiffly at the moment, while Du Xianyin lowered his brows and eyes, and said slowly with a bit of sigh.
"That's right, there are many people who study in this world, but the scholars all refer to gentlemen like Mr. Song."
"As a daughter, if I want to prove my name in literature, it is a rare existence."
"The Duke of Zhou created ritual and music, and now everyone knows about rituals, but they don't know that there is actually a strange world in this music."
Saying this, Du Xianyin's fingers suddenly hooked a string, and a melodious voice came from the air, but Du Xianyin's fingers moved faster.
At that moment, it was like a fairy sound flying, Song Mu only felt that the rhyme came floating in the air, and it filled his mind in an instant.
Du Xianyin in front of him seemed to be a different person at this moment, with endless concentration in his expression, but at that moment, Song Mu suddenly saw a surge of literary power on the surface of the piano.
The power of that text gathered and condensed at his fingertips, and then gathered with the void to form a poem.
"Snow clothes and snow hair, sapphire mouth, group of fishers in the shadow of the stream."
"Flying far away to reflect Bishan, a pear tree falls in the evening wind."
A piece of Du Mu's "Egret" was revealed in an instant, and flashes of golden light suddenly spread out.
The next moment Song Mu raised his head in an uproar, turned around and looked around.
This world has undergone countless changes.
The quiet courtyard had disappeared at this moment, and what appeared in front of him was already a quiet shoal.
On the edge of the shoal, egrets are hunting fish and shrimp in groups, and their white figures are reflected on the water.
Suddenly they were disturbed by a sound, and they only flapped their wings and went straight to the sky. The beautiful posture, like pieces of white pear blossoms on the treetops, fell in the evening wind.
This is a very beautiful foreign land.
But in this scenery, there are continuous piano sounds, the melody is melodious, and the scenery is charming, but Song Mu's heart has already been shocked.
In such a wide foreign land, Du Xianyin in front of him is also a master of using foreign lands.
It's just that it's different from literati who use poetry and words to evoke the power of thought. Her strange world is actually released through this method.
Song Mu turned his head, and looked at the other party at this moment. The other party was sitting on the water, with black hair hanging down, and his slender fingers were constantly stroking the strings.
Almost at the next moment, Song Mu suddenly heard the whistling wind.
Then, bursts of fierce aura emanated from Du Xianyin's body, and then turned into a series of attacks, heading for the distance.
Those were streaks of faintly visible rays of light, they went away like waves towards the distance, but at the next moment they suddenly turned into rays of light and fell down.
Waves of water suddenly splashed on the surface of the lake, and under those ripples, there were gaps!
Looking up, around Du Xianyin, dozens of chasms radiate out, almost tearing the surface of the lake apart.
This was the first time Song Mu had seen Jinshi other than Tao Fengming use such means to attack in a foreign land.
This kind of foreign land is called a compound land.
Those who can only create scenery are called single realms, while in foreign realms, they can use the power of thought to directly trigger attacks, which is called compound realms.
This is much better than using literary power to attack in a foreign land, and because it fits the foreign land itself, the attack power is even stronger!
At this moment, the sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the strange environment in front of him began to slowly dissipate. Song Mu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Du Xianyin.
Returning to the courtyard just now, Du Xianyin was still holding the pipa, looking at Song Mu and said.
"This is the way the little girl broke through. I don't know if it might be in the eyes of Mr. Song?"
Song Mu let out a deep breath, and bowed his hands respectfully towards the other party.
"The girl's skill in foreign lands has already reached perfection, and Song Mu is amazed."
Seeing Song Mu's appearance, Du Xianyin seemed a little happy. He put away the pipa and said to Song Mu.
"If Mr. Song is willing, I will teach you this method as well."
Song Mu was taken aback for a moment, and now he looked up at the other party, but the other party said firmly.
"Mr. Song also possesses the power of mind, so he should know how difficult this compound environment is?"
Song Mu felt a little calmer at the moment, looked at the other party and said.
"Song has indeed learned a little bit, but this..."
Song Mu somewhat felt that the exchange between the other party and himself was a bit of a fuss, and his few poems could really compare to such a foreign method?
Du Xianyin shook his head, then released two pieces of paper, which landed beside Song Mu.
Song Mu saw that it was his own two poems, but there were other lyrics below.
Song Mu was puzzled, but Du Xianyin's voice came slowly.
"My son, you should know that Tang poetry has been around for hundreds of years, no matter how difficult it is to innovate, after the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, Huajian Ci became more and more popular."
Song Mu naturally nodded when he heard this. Ci has actually been developed for a while in this era, but most of them are fluffy words and sentences, which can't exert powerful power in battle, so they have never become the mainstream.
"However, Tang poetry has been explored to the extreme, and the world of poetry has flourished for a while. It is already difficult to make further achievements."
Du Xianyin continued, speaking softly.
"The little girl accidentally learned to use words to transform into a foreign environment, but she has been troubled by the difficult artistic conception of the words, and the sentences are not strong enough, which can hardly meet the requirements of the complex environment."
"Until the little girl read Mr. Song's words."
Du Xianyin said lightly, but Song Mu sat down slowly at the moment, wanting to listen to the other party continue.
"After "Night Nostalgia" appeared, I tried it for the first time, and the result surprised me."
"Although the artistic conception of this word is too broad, it does not affect my formation of a foreign land, and what's even more rare is..."
Du Xianyin slowly raised her eyebrows, looking at Song Mu now.
"The rhymes of these two poems are extremely neat, and when I apply them to musical instruments, they are surprisingly smooth."
"The speed at which I used the compound environment method was also a bit faster."
Song Mu was dumbfounded, but Du Xianyin's expression became even more excited.
"In this way, I know where I should go now. Mr. Song's poems can bring about a transformation for me, Du Shizong!"
Having said that, Du Xianyin's expression became a little more determined, and she said to Song Mu lightly.
"Mr. Song, I would like to pay you with the detailed explanation of Du's poetry anthology. Please write more poems for the little girl."
"In the future, the Du Clan's School of Poetry will be revived again. Your kindness will never be forgotten."
……
(End of this chapter)
Song Mu was very surprised by Du Xianyin's strange identity that suddenly appeared in front of him, but he was also a little puzzled while being shocked.
The other party showed this identity to himself almost without hesitation. What exactly is this going to do?
Hearing Song Mu's question, Du Xianyin blinked, and immediately pushed the collection of Du's poems towards Song Mu for a few minutes, and then spoke slowly.
"Young Master Song, do you know which school of poetry my Du Clan's School of Poetry belongs to?"
"Du Gong wrote a lot of poems in his life. If you really want to talk about his poetic style, Song Mu is a little unclear."
Song Mu said while shaking his head in deep thought, but the expression on his face was rather frustrating.
In this world, Du Mu still exists, and he still achieves quite high achievements. An "A Fang Gong Fu" laid the foundation stone for him. He was full of patriotic enthusiasm. He quelled chaos everywhere in the early days of the Wen Dynasty, and finally became the poet. respect.
It's just rumored that in his later years he still burned his poems and fus, almost self-destructing his inheritance, and he wrote them all his life, maybe three or four out of ten.
Song Mu thought he couldn't comment on such romantic people, at least he didn't have the qualifications.
But Du Xianyin exhaled lightly, but his expression seemed a little sad.
"Du Zu was originally a literati at the beginning of the Wen Dynasty, and he was famous all over the world at the beginning, but in the past few hundred years, it has gone from bad to worse, and the world has used less and less poems of my Du family's poetry. Now, everyone in the world knows about Du Fu's poetry, but they don't know I am Du Mu Shizong."
Song Mu was speechless, but also somewhat silent. Du Mu's poems were familiar to him, "Qingming", "Mountain Journey", "Jiangnan Spring", "Red Cliff", and "Parking in the Qinhuai River".
Each of these poems makes people feel emotional when they read them, but they never thought that in this era, their poems are gradually becoming lonely.
Perhaps what people still remember is "the broken halberd sinks into the sand and the iron is not sold, and it will be ground and washed to recognize the previous dynasty." There is also the sentence "the businesswoman does not know the hatred of subjugation, and she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river."
Song Mu raised his head to look at the other party, but at this moment Du Xianyin was already speaking.
"My Du Mu School of Poetry, there are many poems, songs and articles handed down, but now, there are only a few of them that can be used."
"Xianyin is just a girl, so it's really hard to fulfill the last wish of my ancestors, but I think I didn't live up to everything. Even in this situation, Xianyin has already made a different change."
As Du Xianyin said this, under Song Mu's rather puzzled gaze, he took out a pipa out of thin air, tapped his fingers together, and looked up.
"Young Master Song, have you ever seen a woman kill an enemy?"
Song Mu froze for a moment, and shook his head stiffly at the moment, while Du Xianyin lowered his brows and eyes, and said slowly with a bit of sigh.
"That's right, there are many people who study in this world, but the scholars all refer to gentlemen like Mr. Song."
"As a daughter, if I want to prove my name in literature, it is a rare existence."
"The Duke of Zhou created ritual and music, and now everyone knows about rituals, but they don't know that there is actually a strange world in this music."
Saying this, Du Xianyin's fingers suddenly hooked a string, and a melodious voice came from the air, but Du Xianyin's fingers moved faster.
At that moment, it was like a fairy sound flying, Song Mu only felt that the rhyme came floating in the air, and it filled his mind in an instant.
Du Xianyin in front of him seemed to be a different person at this moment, with endless concentration in his expression, but at that moment, Song Mu suddenly saw a surge of literary power on the surface of the piano.
The power of that text gathered and condensed at his fingertips, and then gathered with the void to form a poem.
"Snow clothes and snow hair, sapphire mouth, group of fishers in the shadow of the stream."
"Flying far away to reflect Bishan, a pear tree falls in the evening wind."
A piece of Du Mu's "Egret" was revealed in an instant, and flashes of golden light suddenly spread out.
The next moment Song Mu raised his head in an uproar, turned around and looked around.
This world has undergone countless changes.
The quiet courtyard had disappeared at this moment, and what appeared in front of him was already a quiet shoal.
On the edge of the shoal, egrets are hunting fish and shrimp in groups, and their white figures are reflected on the water.
Suddenly they were disturbed by a sound, and they only flapped their wings and went straight to the sky. The beautiful posture, like pieces of white pear blossoms on the treetops, fell in the evening wind.
This is a very beautiful foreign land.
But in this scenery, there are continuous piano sounds, the melody is melodious, and the scenery is charming, but Song Mu's heart has already been shocked.
In such a wide foreign land, Du Xianyin in front of him is also a master of using foreign lands.
It's just that it's different from literati who use poetry and words to evoke the power of thought. Her strange world is actually released through this method.
Song Mu turned his head, and looked at the other party at this moment. The other party was sitting on the water, with black hair hanging down, and his slender fingers were constantly stroking the strings.
Almost at the next moment, Song Mu suddenly heard the whistling wind.
Then, bursts of fierce aura emanated from Du Xianyin's body, and then turned into a series of attacks, heading for the distance.
Those were streaks of faintly visible rays of light, they went away like waves towards the distance, but at the next moment they suddenly turned into rays of light and fell down.
Waves of water suddenly splashed on the surface of the lake, and under those ripples, there were gaps!
Looking up, around Du Xianyin, dozens of chasms radiate out, almost tearing the surface of the lake apart.
This was the first time Song Mu had seen Jinshi other than Tao Fengming use such means to attack in a foreign land.
This kind of foreign land is called a compound land.
Those who can only create scenery are called single realms, while in foreign realms, they can use the power of thought to directly trigger attacks, which is called compound realms.
This is much better than using literary power to attack in a foreign land, and because it fits the foreign land itself, the attack power is even stronger!
At this moment, the sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the strange environment in front of him began to slowly dissipate. Song Mu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Du Xianyin.
Returning to the courtyard just now, Du Xianyin was still holding the pipa, looking at Song Mu and said.
"This is the way the little girl broke through. I don't know if it might be in the eyes of Mr. Song?"
Song Mu let out a deep breath, and bowed his hands respectfully towards the other party.
"The girl's skill in foreign lands has already reached perfection, and Song Mu is amazed."
Seeing Song Mu's appearance, Du Xianyin seemed a little happy. He put away the pipa and said to Song Mu.
"If Mr. Song is willing, I will teach you this method as well."
Song Mu was taken aback for a moment, and now he looked up at the other party, but the other party said firmly.
"Mr. Song also possesses the power of mind, so he should know how difficult this compound environment is?"
Song Mu felt a little calmer at the moment, looked at the other party and said.
"Song has indeed learned a little bit, but this..."
Song Mu somewhat felt that the exchange between the other party and himself was a bit of a fuss, and his few poems could really compare to such a foreign method?
Du Xianyin shook his head, then released two pieces of paper, which landed beside Song Mu.
Song Mu saw that it was his own two poems, but there were other lyrics below.
Song Mu was puzzled, but Du Xianyin's voice came slowly.
"My son, you should know that Tang poetry has been around for hundreds of years, no matter how difficult it is to innovate, after the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, Huajian Ci became more and more popular."
Song Mu naturally nodded when he heard this. Ci has actually been developed for a while in this era, but most of them are fluffy words and sentences, which can't exert powerful power in battle, so they have never become the mainstream.
"However, Tang poetry has been explored to the extreme, and the world of poetry has flourished for a while. It is already difficult to make further achievements."
Du Xianyin continued, speaking softly.
"The little girl accidentally learned to use words to transform into a foreign environment, but she has been troubled by the difficult artistic conception of the words, and the sentences are not strong enough, which can hardly meet the requirements of the complex environment."
"Until the little girl read Mr. Song's words."
Du Xianyin said lightly, but Song Mu sat down slowly at the moment, wanting to listen to the other party continue.
"After "Night Nostalgia" appeared, I tried it for the first time, and the result surprised me."
"Although the artistic conception of this word is too broad, it does not affect my formation of a foreign land, and what's even more rare is..."
Du Xianyin slowly raised her eyebrows, looking at Song Mu now.
"The rhymes of these two poems are extremely neat, and when I apply them to musical instruments, they are surprisingly smooth."
"The speed at which I used the compound environment method was also a bit faster."
Song Mu was dumbfounded, but Du Xianyin's expression became even more excited.
"In this way, I know where I should go now. Mr. Song's poems can bring about a transformation for me, Du Shizong!"
Having said that, Du Xianyin's expression became a little more determined, and she said to Song Mu lightly.
"Mr. Song, I would like to pay you with the detailed explanation of Du's poetry anthology. Please write more poems for the little girl."
"In the future, the Du Clan's School of Poetry will be revived again. Your kindness will never be forgotten."
……
(End of this chapter)
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