I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 273 Rebook "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"

Song Mu looked at the bright moonlight outside at the moment, and the moonlight came with some coolness, dispelling the smell of alcohol on his body.

The bright moon is in the sky, bright and clean.

The rushing river water in the distance, and the window sill tiles in front of the attic reflect the sparkling moonlight, which is too beautiful to behold.

Song Mu turned around and saw the crowd again.

Seeing everyone's hopeful and doubtful eyes, he pursed his lips slightly at this moment, and felt relieved at the moment, and then took the desk that had been handed over to him.

Song Mu sighed softly, apologizing in his heart, and now also picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.

Since Mr. Dongpo's "Mid-Autumn Moon" is not satisfactory, let's use Mr. Dongpo's masterpiece handed down from generation to generation to impress everyone.

Ren Yuanyu, who was watching Song Mu's expression, suddenly changed his expression at this moment.

Although he has some understanding of Song Mu's poetic talent, looking at Song Mu's current state, it seems that he already has poetry in his heart, and now he just needs to write it out.

This made Ren Yuanyu feel a little bad. Could it be that Song Mu was just hiding his clumsiness before?

On the contrary, he has figured it out?
After seeing it for only a moment, Song Mu began to dip in the ink. At this moment, the faces of the people around him were also somewhat surprised.

Seeing that Song Mu was not going to recite it first, several students who were close to him also moved closer to the front at this moment. Zhang Tianju and others had already arrived at Song Mu's side, waiting for Song Mu to start writing.

Even Fang Mingyuan and the others who were sitting in front were also somewhat curious at the moment.

And Song Mu has already written the pen.

"Jiashen Mid-autumn Festival, having a good time drinking, getting drunk, writing this article, and thinking about distant relatives and old friends."

Seeing that Song Mu wrote a few prefaces first, everyone looked a little surprised at the moment, but at this moment they continued to watch Song Mu continue to write.

At this moment, Song Mu's pen tip almost fell on the paper, but the expression on his face was slightly sighed.

I write like this, I hope I can be worthy of Mr. Dongpo in the future.

Seeing that Song Mu paused for a moment, everyone thought that something was going wrong with Song Mu again, but soon they saw Song Mu put pen to paper with a firm expression.

"When is the moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine."

"I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven."

"I want to take the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold at the heights."

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?"

Song Mu completed it in one go, but in an instant, the queerness appeared on the paper, and the surging talent has already gushed out from the poem!

There was an uproar!

When Zhang Tianju, who was next to him, read these words following Song Mu's strokes, he also raised his head suddenly, and his face was full of astonishment at the moment.

The fairy air overflowing from the paper makes people feel that this sentence is a stroke of magic!

The students standing around Song Mu all let out a slight exclamation at this moment, and Fang Mingyuan and the others also suddenly put down their wine glasses with surprised expressions.

"Huh? This is only the first half, can it arouse such talents?!"

Everyone was amazed, but those downstairs who had heard that this kind of talent was only the first half of a poem written by Song Mu, all of them were also in an uproar.

Someone has been walking up quietly, someone has already taken out a pen and ink, and wrote out the Shangque that was just read.

At this moment, Song Mu, who was sitting upright, was still focused, but paused for a moment, and then dipped his pen in ink again.

"Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, and sleepless photos."

"There shouldn't be hatred, what's the matter of longing for goodbye?"

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"Nung, moon and new moon."

Xiaque's poems were also written in an instant, and everything went extremely smoothly.

And after Zhang Tianju finished chanting, everyone couldn't stop exclaiming.

If you say that the poems you got before are already full of talent, but the poem written by Song Mu now is like the difference between heaven and earth.

The erratic, gorgeous, fairy-like feeling has surprised countless people.

This kind of feeling gives people an incomparable surprise, and it makes people feel a little ecstatic.

"Wait, why is the rhythm of this word so familiar?"

At this moment, a student suddenly spoke, and the others suddenly came to their senses, with thoughts on their faces.

And Ren Yuanyu, who was standing in front of Song Mu, was the first to react.

"This word is...Shui Tiao Ge Tou?"

Ren Yuanyu said slowly, another poem written by Song Mu immediately appeared in his mind.

At the time of the rural examination, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", which was full of gorgeous rhetoric and artistic conception.

This Song Mu actually used the same name of the poem, but created another poem, which is so grand.There is already a higher level, no, the feeling of infinite sublimation.

At this moment, Song Mu's expression was calm, and the movements of his hands were not too fast, and he started to write again.

"Water Tune Getou Jiashen Mid-Autumn Festival"

The name of the word is completed, and then the cultural energy rushes up to the sky, the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, wherever the eyes can see, the literary energy flows, and flowers bloom everywhere!
At this moment, a huge amount of literary energy gushed out from this magnificent Tengwang Pavilion, unexpectedly bringing out a splendid brilliance.

"What kind of poetry is this?!"

The people who saw the violent movement on the building exclaimed at this moment, but some people shouted loudly.

"This word is so wonderful. The upper tower is lonely and far away, and the lower tower is full of warmth and affection. It's so wonderful!"

The beautiful words flooded the entire building in an instant, and countless people were shocked by the brilliance brought by the words at this moment, and they were deeply moved by every sentence in the words.

Every sentence in it seems to be a joke, and every word seems ordinary, but just combined in this way, it makes people feel extremely mysterious!
Everyone was amazed by this, and on the top floor of the building, Fang Mingyuan and the others got up immediately, while He Shilin next to him looked surprised and frowned slightly.

"This word, should it be talented?"

"More than that, eyes full of brilliance, this word may already be extremely talented!"

"Yuyu soars to the sky, this word already has the meaning of detachment, it is beyond comparison with all things!"

Fang Mingyuan said with emotion, what was reflected in those eyes was Song Mu's calm and composed appearance.

Beside that, Li Kaize only felt a little chaotic in his mind, and at this moment he felt a little surprised and said.

"This word, with a bit of fairy air and arrogance, asks the wine to the sky, I seem to see the light of my ancestors."

All the officials were extremely astonished by this, and everyone in that scene had a storm in their hearts.

Such a grand scene, they seem to have seen a moment that is enough to remember in this lifetime.

In the arena, Zhang Tianju, Ren Yuanyu and the others were completely dazed. If they were confident in their abilities before, they didn't think Song Mu was anything like that, maybe they thought he was just slightly better.

But at this moment, they already had an earth-shaking feeling about this in their hearts.

Song Mu, who was able to write such poems, had completely shaken them off. As soon as he wrote a pen, he had a literary spirit to follow him. As soon as he wrote a poem, he was able to shock the past and the present.

This poem will be a height that I can hardly reach!

On the side, Yi Xuesheng had woken up from the drunkenness at this moment, he looked at Song Mu who was in high spirits in front of him, recalled the poem just now, and showed a smile at this moment.

A smile with a bit of vicissitudes and understanding.

The picture of picking up the ball of paper on the ground that day appeared again in front of my eyes. From that moment on, I already knew it.

What does it mean that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

Sitting on the top of the pavilion, Song Mu, who was in the eye of a cultural storm, had flying hair on his temples and a radiant look.

The monstrous literary energy has already gushed out of here, and at this moment hula la rushed into the night sky.

Thousands of people in the city who were admiring the moon and celebrating suddenly saw a ray of neon light flashing in the night sky.

……

　The people who changed these three sheets today are exhausted, and I hope they can be seen by everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)