I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 219
At this moment, Song Mu was also shocked by the mighty superposition of the surrounding environment. Hearing what Du Xianyin said, he waved his hands quickly.

"Miss Du is serious, Song Mu just wrote a poem."

"But this poem will give me Yuyinfang a very bright future."

"Ruan Langgui, how could the music workshop have thought that in addition to the rhythm of Yuefu poetry, all the tunes will also usher in a new world."

Du Xianyin's voice was full of excitement, and at this moment, those beautiful eyes looked at Song Mu with full appreciation.

Song Mu pursed his lips, looked around, and let out a deep breath, a little bit sighing.

This kind of foreign land unfolded by words is not much worse than poetry.This is really fascinating, if it can really exert a different power in the future...

Thinking about it this way, at this moment Du Xianyin has slowly dissipated the strange world, her eyes seem to be a little bit reluctant, but when she returned to the courtyard, the situation here has changed dramatically.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard have been shattered, and there is almost no complete appearance.

The bluestone slabs paved on the ground are also full of holes. When you reach out your hand, you can find a finger's depth.

This made Song Mu stunned when he came back to his senses.

Fortunately, when Du Xianyin used this strange land, he often stopped, and it didn't have any impact on other surrounding courtyard houses at the moment.

At this moment, Du Xianyin was sitting at the stone table, looking at Song Mu's piece of paper with poems written on it, and couldn't put it down. Song Mu looked up at the other party and asked.

"Miss Du, is this okay?"

Du Xianyin came back to her senses, smiled and nodded at Song Mu, but said at the same time.

"Young Master Song, then I think our cooperation will shine brightly in the future."

Song Mu lowered his eyebrows, and looked at the other party after a while and said.

"Of course it is possible, but the details will be discussed after Song has finished the provincial examination."

After Song Mu said this, Du Xianyin nodded silently, with a more determined expression.

"Mr. Song's rural examination this time must be a blockbuster."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the poem in front of him conveniently. Who can write such poems, how bad is their literary talent?

Song Mu lowered his eyes in embarrassment when he heard it, but suddenly remembered what happened last night, and then spoke to the other party again.

"But Ms. Du, Mr. Song has an unfeeling request now."

At this moment, Du Xianyin gave him an inquiring look, and Song Mu said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Miss Du should know about Song's background. This time I came to the provincial capital, the first thing is to take the exam, and the second is to want to..."

Song Mu said a few words briefly, and Du Xianyin nodded immediately, and said to Song Mu.

"I naturally know what Mr. Song said, but please rest assured, Mr. Song, I, Yu Yinfang, will mediate in it."

"At least secretly, Mr. Song will not be humiliated like that again."

Du Xianyin said so, but immediately frowned, and then spoke.

"But Mr. Song, the current situation of the Song family in Hongzhou is a bit complicated. If the second son of their family really wants to do something with you, it's easy to talk about those secret things, but on the surface..."

"Song is not afraid of his conspiracy..."

Song Mu spoke, and seeing Song Mu's confident appearance, Du Xianyin smiled, as if thinking of something, and continued.

"What Mr. Song wrote yesterday may have hurt some people, but they won't let it go so easily."

Song Mu's face was embarrassed when he heard it, and he grinned now.

Sure enough, Yu Yinfang's tactics are powerful, the other party already knew about what happened to him yesterday.

"That's why I want to ask the girl for help."

Song Mu said so, but at this time Du Xianyin stretched out his hand and handed something over. Song Mu looked at it immediately and saw that it was a wooden sign. But when he looked carefully, the wood seemed to be a little different, it seemed to be Rosewood.

"Xianyin understands that if you have any difficulties, you can go directly to my Yuyinfang. This is my Yuyinfang's token. From today on, Song Gongzi will be our Yuyinfang's guest."

Song Mu nodded upon hearing this, and put away such things carefully.

After doing this, Song Mu also got up and cupped his hands, but he remembered something, and looked at the blank paper in the other party's hand on which "Ruan Lang Returns" was written, hesitating for a moment.

Seeing Song Mu's eyes, Du Xianyin immediately realized what Song Mu meant, bit her lip immediately, and said a little coyly.

"And can't I let my concubine accept this thing?"

Song Mu showed embarrassment, but still shook his head thinking of the wonderful foreign land he had just seen.

"The girl must have remembered some of these things."

Having said that, Du Xianyin handed over the thing rather embarrassedly. At this moment, she was even more reluctant to part with her daughter. Song Mu reached out to take the thing, handed it over again, and then turned and left.

Du Xianyin looked at Song Mu's leaving back with somewhat puzzled expression.

"The son is really a gentleman."

Du Xianyin sighed softly. At this time, a lively figure came running from the corner of the courtyard, holding Du Xianyin's arm very intimately.

"Sister, did that guy agree?"

Du Xianyin looked at Qiao'er next to her lightly, and then just smiled, took out another blank paper, copied the poem just now, and said with a smile.

"Yeah, this time, we finally have hope for Du's revival."

Qiao'er was puzzled, but she also looked towards the door at the moment, but Song Mu was no longer there.

Suddenly, Du Xianyin said dotingly to Qiao'er.

"Yesterday's matter has been found out, and my sister will help you deal with it."

……

Song Mu came out of Du's house. At this moment, the street outside was still somewhat cold, and it was still early.

And Song Mu thought that he had stayed in that courtyard for several hours just now.

Accompanied by the morning sun, recalling the scenes just now, Song Mu only felt that he had completed one thing, and there were many unexpected gains.

Feeling relaxed and happy at this moment, he reached out and put his poems back into the tourmaline, and walked back to the hall.

Speaking of my insistence on returning the original paper, I actually remembered the previous incident.

It has been a year since I came to this world. I have written so many poems before, but almost none of the original works are left in my hands.

At the beginning, I was young and ignorant, so I thought it didn't matter, but it wasn't until Tao Fengming told himself the benefits of this original poem that Song Mu realized that he was at a big loss.

The paper of the first original poem has been baptized by literary power, and it will not rot for thousands of years, and every time it is used, it will be a matter of course in an instant, and it will not consume its own literary power at 01:30.

It is used to create foreign lands, and the time to open them is accelerated, but the time to maintain them can be greatly lengthened.

It can be said that this poem is a real treasure.

Song Mu also thought that if he could cooperate with the bonus of the ancient books in his mind, there might be a stronger increase.

Thinking of his original poems falling into the hands of others, Song Mu only felt that he was really a prodigal at that time.

But forget about the past, at least pay more attention in the future.

Thinking in this way, Song Mu quickened his pace a little, wanting to tell Tao Fengming what he found today.

Presumably the teacher will also be interested in this thing.

In this way, Song Mu took three steps and made two steps, and soon came to the Naji Prefecture Guild Hall, but here, Song Mu saw something different outside the gate of the Guild Hall.

Several young people in short jackets have already set up a stall outside the Jizhou Guild Hall and are busy.

Among them was a middle-aged man, wearing a blue coat, with a rather carefree expression, looking at a few pieces of paper in his hand, and talking to a young man next to him.

After a few people are so busy, the stall has already been set up.

The street has already become lively, and Song Mu has already walked not far from the guild hall, but saw the middle-aged man with a bumpy face waving a fan, walking up to the stall with his head held high, and then took out the pot from his arms. A piece of wood came out.

The wood was beating hard on the stall, making a crisp sound, which could be heard everywhere.

He pretended to cough heavily again, and then spoke immediately.

"Fathers, elders, and neighbors in the neighborhood, today, I have something important to say. It is said that Song Mu of Naji Prefecture is from Shiyang County..."

"However, this class of literati set an example, but last night they spoke rudely at the banquet. Many literati in our provincial capital invited him to the banquet, full of sincerity, but this person did not appreciate it."

"Even in front of the gentle people, he scolded everyone for not distinguishing the five grains, looking at no one, and even said why not drown himself in order to see each other!"

"Such vulgar words are really degrading to the literati!"

The middle-aged man's voice was unexpectedly loud, and he paused and faltered in his speech, which was immediately heard clearly by the pedestrians around him.

And the servants next to him are distributing papers to the people around them at this moment...

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