I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 373 Goodbye Du Xianyin

After the Qiao'er girl finished speaking, all the young masters in the scene immediately sat down nearby, and some people began to study ink immediately, as if they couldn't wait to write lyrics.

And the voice of that Qiaoer girl came again.

"Young masters who are seated, you can start writing. It is still the custom. All the lyrics are presented to my sister for a reward. Those who appreciate it can listen to the music outside the gauze tent."

After the other party said this, Song Mu immediately felt that the atmosphere in this scene was a little warmer, and the expressions on many people's faces were very excited.

For a while, there was an endless stream of brushing sounds, and the later young master also hurriedly found a place to land, and started to write.

Song Mu was also surprised to see this scene.

Du Xianyin's method was very useful to the princes in Chang'an City.

Song Mu looked up at the room with the gauze curtains on the third floor, looked at the hazy figure in it, smiled slightly, and sat down with his sleeves thrown up.

The students next to them were writing furiously, but someone noticed Song Mu's movements at the moment, and was quite surprised to see that Song Mu didn't move his pen.

Then there was a rich man next to him who was finishing his poem, and he had already submitted it respectfully, then he glanced at Song Mu and said with a smile.

"Brother, don't you have a final decision in your mind?"

The other party asked Song Mu a question, Song Mu glanced at the other party immediately, and just smiled.

Seeing Song Mu behave like this, not only did the young master not feel that there was anything wrong, but he leaned forward and took out a piece of paper from his bosom.

"I'm Jia Zhongtai, since my brother doesn't write, why don't you help me make up the number, maybe you will win."

Having said that, Jia Zhongtai handed a piece of paper in front of Song Mu, and said while patting his chest.

"Brother, just copy it down. This is something that I and several other scholars have figured out together. It was a talent that emerged at that time."

Hearing what the other party said, Song Mu was a little surprised. He stretched out his hand to take the paper in the other party's hand, looked carefully at this moment, and immediately showed a dazed expression on his face.

The poem handed over by the other party actually had a good rhythm and a clear idea. It was just a poem about a woman's gracefulness, which seemed to be moaning innocently. After reading it, Song Mu handed it back immediately.

"Let's think about it later."

The other party was stunned when he saw this, and he was a little stunned holding the paper.

"Oh, what's the reason, brother, I'm not bad."

"Forget it, I'll save it for next time."

With that said, Jia Zhongtai put it away carefully, and immediately went to his seat, not forgetting to mutter to Song Mu when he was done.

"I'm kind enough to help you, but you don't appreciate it."

Song Mu was calm at the moment. He looked around and saw a lot of elegant women shuttled around the field, collecting the poems completed by many young masters, and then submitting them to the top.

At that moment, a woman also walked up to Song Mu. Seeing that the white paper in front of Song Mu was blank, she looked at Song Mu. Song Mu touched his nose, and then just quickly wrote a sentence with a pen and handed it to the other party.

Seeing that Song Mu wrote only one sentence, the woman was also very surprised at the moment. Jia Zhongtai who was next to him also looked at Song Mu at this moment, and smacked her mouth immediately.

"Is this guy confused? So perfunctory?"

At present, all these collected paper poems were sent to the third-floor pavilion one by one, and the sound of rhythm was already slowly sounding in this building.

As for the attic on the third floor, there are people moving around at the moment, and those women holding papers are walking around in it just now.

The young masters in the arena had no intention of listening to the music at the moment, but looked towards the third floor with eager eyes, hoping that the poems they wrote would be selected by the Yin Fairy.

Song Mu sat in his seat and took a sip of tea, waiting to see what would happen next.

Not long after, the figures on the third floor were already sparse, and the rhythmic sound in the arena gradually fell. At this time, Song Mu suddenly felt a wave of thought force talking in his direction.

Song Mu raised his head immediately, smiled slightly, and immediately withdrew his thoughts, and then heard a person above him speak.

"The young master from table 32, please come forward."

As soon as the voice came out, there was an uproar in the venue. What surprised them was that it was Fairy Na Yin who said this sentence in person this time. The person who was treated like this last time was also a young master who wrote Liudou Ci.

At this moment, they also looked around to find out who the young master sitting at table 32 was.

Suddenly there was an exclamation in the field. Song Mu was just about to get up, but was startled by the sudden sound from beside him, and then saw a figure rushing towards him quickly.

It was Jia Zhongtai, and his face was full of disbelief at the moment.

"Impossible, you just wrote a sentence, and you have no talent, how did you get summoned by the fairy?"

As soon as the words came out, the people around immediately looked over one after another. Some people recognized Song Mu as the Juren who had just met at the door, and immediately showed surprise.

Someone even came forward and asked Song Mu what kind of poem he wrote.

But at that moment, a woman from Yuyinfang had already come up, Song Mu just slightly bowed his hands towards the surroundings, and walked towards the stairs.

Song Mu climbed up the stairs to the second floor. The white gauze hanging here fluttered with the wind, and Song Mu had already seen a graceful figure in it.

The young masters in the field were dissatisfied at the moment, but they could only sigh slightly at the moment, but they still sat back in their seats, ready to listen to Yinxian playing a song.

"Young master, come forward. Little girl, let's play a song for you."

A gentle voice came from the gauze tent, Song Mu immediately smiled, took a few steps forward, and cupped his hands towards the inside.

Song Mu has confirmed that Du Xianyin is in front of him.

At this moment, Du Xianyin in the gauze tent had already started to wave the soft bark, plucked the strings, and the sound of the pipa came out slowly.

As the rhythmic sound drifted slowly, it could be heard singing in a low voice.

"Green locust trees and tall willows swallow new cicadas, and the fresh wind enters the strings."

"..."

It was "Ruan Lang Return" written by Song Mu when he met him for the first time.

And when the content of this poem slowly spread, the most shocked people were the young masters sitting below. At this moment, many people had stood up, and their faces were full of surprise when they heard the song.

"This... I don't seem to have heard this word before?"

"Didn't that person just write one sentence?"

Many people were in an uproar, but Jia Zhongtai was filled with righteous indignation at the moment, feeling that he was a bit unwilling to lose the election, and was about to raise his hands to cheer, but he was stunned when he heard the words in this song.

Under Du Xianyin singing in a low voice, Jia Zhongtai suddenly felt that the song in front of him was so brisk, and occasionally a little lazy.

A few words suddenly outlined a picture.

Compared with this poem, the poem I just wrote seems to be superior.

This made Jia Zhongtai's face full of doubts, but at the moment he was also curious, who was that person just now?
This song went on for a long time, and the soft tune spread throughout the entire pavilion. Song Mu also stood outside and listened carefully.

After a while, the soft voice gradually faded away, and the melody gradually stopped. Everyone who listened carefully showed a look of aftertaste on their faces at this moment, even a little unfinished.

"The words are beautiful, and Fairy Yin's music is also beautiful."

"I said, Fairy Yin is the exiled fairy in the sky."

Many young masters in the field started to discuss, but they all sighed at the moment and got up to leave, but Jia Zhongtai glanced at the stage, and then exclaimed again the next moment.

"What's going on, that man, how did he get into Fairy Yin's veil?"

The words were astonishing, and everyone around them stopped and looked up at this moment, seeing that Song Mu had indeed walked into the gauze curtain, and there was an uproar for a while, and a man with a fierce expression came forward, wanting to protect him once. flower messenger.

But before they could do anything wrong, a masked man in white clothes appeared out of nowhere in the field, and a long sword in the opponent's hand hummed, and the pressure was immediately overwhelmed.

And that Qiaoer girl reappeared, looking at everyone with an unhappy face.

"What are you guys going to do, the song is over, why don't you leave quickly?"

"It's just my sister's reunion with old friends. If you dare to do this again, be careful that there will be no music for you to listen to next time."

When everyone heard this, they were even more astonished. That down-and-out scholar was actually an old friend of Fairy Yin?

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(End of this chapter)