I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 317
"Clouds and trees surround the embankment and sand, raging waves roll in wild snow, and the sky has no boundaries."

"The market is full of pearls, the households are full of Luoqi, and they compete for luxury."

Song Mu's writing style is very smooth, and this handed down work "Wang Haichao·Southeast Xingsheng" by the previous life Liu Yong is also vivid on the paper in an instant.

But when writing this half, almost everyone in the field didn't notice anything unusual, only those who were close to the desk, or those who were about to come forward to write poems, noticed Song Mu's movements.

A talented man with a little curiosity walked forward, stood beside Song Mu and looked at the paper on the table.

But the next moment, he suddenly took a deep breath, then raised his head suddenly, and greeted another scholar beside the desk.

The man walked over with some doubts, and immediately looked at the poems written by Song Mu, and after a while, he also raised his head suddenly.

The two moved in unison, and looked at each other, and let out a somewhat surprised exclamation, which immediately attracted the eyes of several talented people around, and then someone came forward, but at that moment, the talented person who was the first to notice had already opened his mouth in a low voice. recite.

"The southeast shape wins, and the three Wu cities..."

"The heavy lake is stacked in Qingjia. There are osmanthus seeds in three autumns and lotus flowers in ten miles. Qiang pipes make the sky clear, water chestnut songs fill the night, and the old man and lotus baby are frolicking."

A few words came out of the other party's mouth, but unexpectedly caught their ears very much. Immediately, someone stopped talking, turned their ears, and listened to the gifted man reciting slowly.

And as the scholar slowly recited the poems on the white paper, the extremely grand rhetoric at the beginning made some people around them unable to sit still.

"Is this a word?"

"Xingsheng in the southeast, three cities in Wu, 10 people, this is the scenery of my Lin'an, such a magnificent sentence, um, it has a special charm."

"Hiss, it's a bit extraordinary, is it another powerful and talented poem?"

Someone stood up immediately, and looked towards the desk at this moment, their faces were somewhat curious and surprised.

Although this article will last for a long time, and there are even some talented people who have written excellent poems, but by now, everyone feels a little tired.

And because of a poem by Zhang Xingyang, it almost set the tone of this literary meeting at this moment.

After racking their brains, all the talents were also thinking about themselves, trying to win another round at night.

But at this time, someone actually wrote a poem that sounded very good.

These are just a few words, and it makes people feel a mysterious feeling welling up.

When other people saw someone getting up at this moment, they naturally looked away one after another. Some listened carefully to the poem that was written, while some looked at Song Mu who wrote it. They all whispered and talked about this tall young man Who are people.

When they asked around, they had no way of knowing who this person was, only a few people who had dealt with Song Mu a little before, and immediately told everyone that they came with an invitation from Mr. Shen.

When they heard this, their expressions were somewhat frustrated, but the next moment, their frustration turned into surprise.

"Thousands of riders hold high teeth, listen to the drums intoxicated, sing and enjoy the haze, and return to Fengchi to praise the good scenery in the future."

The Juzi read out the last line of the poem written by Song Mu, and at this moment Song Mu had already filled in the name of the poem on the poem.

"Looking at the Tide·Southeast Shape Wins"

Song Mu wrote this handed down Ci with complete reservations. The next moment, all the gifted scholars present suddenly felt a buzzing in their heads, and the next moment, they felt the literary energy around them surge.

The countless white papers scattered on the ground were rattling at this moment, only to see the sudden surge of talent on the paper on which the gorgeous lyrics were written, and the literary energy was stirred up in an instant, turning into a tornado!
The majestic tornado of cultural energy swept across the entire attic almost in a moment, and the concentrated and extremely rich literary energy made everyone in the field stand up immediately!
Wen Chengyong had also put down the cup in his hand, and stood up in surprise at this moment, Zhang Xingyang also put away the calm expression just now, and now his face was a bit surprised, as for Shu Fang, he was staring at each other with the people at the same table at the moment, He looked stunned.

"Brother Song, what is the origin?"

Next to him, Dai Mingliang was already very excited, but he tried his best to suppress it, and immediately moved closer to the place where the poem plaque was waiting to be made.

Song Mu also felt the huge literary spirit in front of him at this moment, but at this moment he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

There is only a thin line of talent, and it is no problem to be a poem with great talent.

Song Mu also started to act immediately, and with this poetic talent, the dantian in his body immediately began to function, and the gathered literary energy instantly poured into Song Mu's body.

That Wen Chengyong had already walked forward from the crowd, and came to the book case amidst the surprised gazes of the talented scholars, looking at the piece of paper on which the lyrics were written next to the tall young figure in front of him.

"Seven fights of talent?"

Wen Chengyong frowned and said, the expression on his face was suddenly startled, with a bit of interest.

And the talented scholars around heard what Master Zhifu said, and they all looked surprised at the moment.

"It turned out to be a poem with seven talents. Has our literary club ever had such a poem?"

"This poem is probably higher than Qidou's. I have seen a poem by Qidou published, but it is a little weaker than this."

"Anyway, this poem has already shown its foundation and talent. I have never seen this kind of poetry with my own eyes."

The few people gathered in front of Song Mu were chattering at once, but soon they all came down to one problem.

That is the person who wrote this legendary poem in front of him, who is it?

As soon as this question came to everyone's minds, there was almost no solution. Wen Chengyong saw that Song Mu was absorbing the literary spirit of the poem, so he didn't bother him at the moment, but called a small official to come forward. From the description of the people around, I saw the other party's name under Master Shen's invitation.

"My lord, according to the information on the badge, this person is a talented man from Jizhou Prefecture in the west of Jiangnan, named Song Mu."

The little official said softly at that moment, Wen Chengyong was stunned when he heard this, and muttered slightly on his lips, as if he felt that he had seen this name somewhere before.

But at this time, a scholar next to him suddenly screamed, and then said with surprise,

"Jiangnan Xidao is still from Jizhou Prefecture. Could it be that Xie Yuan, who took the Jiangnanxidao provincial examination this year? That person is called Song Mu!"

"You're talking about that Song Mu whose poems have been published in Tianxia Wenkan almost twice?"

"how can that be?"

The people who reacted were suddenly very surprised, and the scholar was also a little puzzled at the moment, but immediately, there was a boy who had already copied the poem and recited it loudly to the outside.

"Song Mu, a talented man from Jizhou Prefecture in the west of the Yangtze River, congratulates Lin'an..."

The person who recited it opened his mouth and recited it loudly, and the words and sentences in this amazing poem spread to the surroundings one by one.

But at this moment, the people below have already stopped.

They didn't know what happened on the pavilion, but they saw a burst of white air suddenly rising into the sky on the Guanlan Terrace, and as the white air rose, the vast scene suddenly unfolded.

It was clearly a winter evening, but everyone actually felt a little warm, and they didn't know who suddenly pointed to the sky, and shouted in amazement.

"Look, what's in the sky that day?"

When everyone heard the words, they all looked towards the sky at this moment, only to see that the clouds in the sky changed rapidly, and then turned into various gorgeous lights in an instant, shining into the city.

The city seemed to glisten under the setting sun and clouds.

At the same time, they had just heard the person recite the content of the poem, and the person who recited it seemed that he still had something to say, so he even yelled.

"Everyone, this is a top-level poem with seven talents and amazing meaning! It was made for Lin'an, it is a masterpiece!"

Saying this, on the red cloth spread out on the attic, some craftsmen were already sweating profusely and began to transcribe the poem.

But this time, the position of the poem directly overwhelmed that Fu by Zhang Xingyang just now, each and every bright golden character slowly appeared on the red cloth against the backdrop of the sky full of sky.

The people raised their heads one after another, seeing the scene and hearing what the other party said, all of them looked surprised.

On the square, Dai Mingde had already stood up from his stool when he heard the man start reciting poems, and when the other party finished shouting, he immediately shouted and shouted.

"Good Ci! I finally saw the Ci written by Song Jieyuan on the spot, and it was still written for me in Lin'an!"

Seeing that Dai Mingde was so happy and hearing him say that, the chubby boy suddenly stopped.

"Brother Dai, what did you just say? Song Jieyuan?"

The few people who had just recovered from the vision all over the sky were suddenly taken aback at this moment, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became extremely excited the next moment.

"Brother Dai, is this Song Jieyuan the one we have been talking about, the Song Jieyuan who took the provincial examination in Jiangnan West Road this year?"

Dai Mingde's face was full of smug smiles, and he nodded heavily,

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　Thanks to book friend Que Liang and Astronomical Clock for their support~~
　　
　
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