I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 582: Poetry of the Aspect of the Dragon!

The demon boy put all the pressure of this moment on Song Mu.

Du Xianyin who was in the air in front of him was restrained at this moment, and the demon boy even picked up many scrolls, just waiting for Song Mu to submit.

When many people around were startled and angry, they didn't attack the demon boy. Instead, they all turned their eyes to Song Mu.

Someone's face was surging, as if they were struggling.

Only the Confucian Xiang snorted coldly at this moment, and reprimanded everyone.

"What are you doing, are you going to help the evil boy to abuse you?"

Everyone paused, and the few people who were hesitant to speak lowered their eyes, and there was silence in the field.

Song Mu also looked up at this moment, but he had already clenched his fist secretly.

"Song Zhuangyuan!"

Suddenly one of the people in the crowd spoke, and then knelt down on the spot. Everyone looked and saw that it was the owner of the Chu family.

The Chu family originated from Chu Guangxi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. This pastoral poet's poems failed to shine in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but he stood out in the troubled times.

And what the Chu family came to compete for this time was Chu Guangxi's song "Seeing Nanshan at Qujiang with Zhugong Qiuji".

It's just that in the battle just now, the Chu family was defeated, and the Jinshi civil soldiers were taken away. Even the Patriarch of the Chu family, who was trained as a Jinshi, also lost his foundation, and his black hair turned white in an instant.

At this moment, the other party suddenly knelt down, making everyone dumbfounded, and his voice burst into tears.

"Song Zhuangyuan, my Chu family did their best to have this opportunity, and now everything has been compromised. If this article is destroyed..."

"This poem is the most proud poem of the ancestors. It was taken away by the monster clan because of the sentence 'Fish and dragon hide green, birds and beasts swim in deserted'. This poem has the image of dragon poetry."

The Patriarch of the Chu family said this time, but his eyes were suddenly firm, and he kowtowed to Song Mu at this moment, speaking in a deep voice.

"The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty, as long as this article can be retrieved for the Chu family, it will be a hundred years! The Chu family was originally the number one scholar, and the horse leader will look forward to it!"

As soon as these words came out, the people around all looked over at this moment, and many people also had movements on their faces.

Then there were actually two people who came out and handed each other out. Although they were not so angry and sad, they made promises.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be forcing the palace, the Confucian Xiang's face darkened immediately, and he was about to speak out, but Du Sheng, who was beside him, looked at him and said in a deep voice.

"Brother Xiang, this matter is no small matter."

There was anger on Xiang He's face, and the voice of the demon boy had come again.

"Song Mu, think about it, this is your chance."

After the words fell, its figure had already flashed to Du Xianyin's side. At this moment, it raised its fresh and tender hands, and its eyes were cold.

"I'm running out of patience."

All of a sudden, many people on the upstairs boat exited one after another. At this moment, their expressions were urgent, as if they couldn't help urging.

From the beginning to the end, Song Mu remained silent. Seeing Du Xianyin's state and these people being aggressive, Song Mu clenched his fists suddenly.

The next moment, an angry reprimand was heard, Song Mu's figure suddenly disappeared from the tall ship, and slowly emerged in the air.

A smug smile appeared on the demon boy's face.

"Don't use this despicable means, I can do three poems."

Song Mu's voice came slowly, and the breath on his body rose slowly at this moment.

"But if you can think of this poem, then you have to show your real skills!"

The sound was as loud as thunder, and the surging air waves swept away. There was a touch of red energy rippling under the coercion, and the monsters on the dark clouds seemed to be enemies.

The demon boy stretched out his hand to block the coercion, but he sensed the awe-inspiring righteousness in this coercion.

At this moment, it is also amazed at the extraordinary righteousness, but at this moment, people are confident, so they let go of Du Xianyin and waved their hands to the back.

The demon master was about to move forward, but he saw the lizard demon master grabbing the poem suddenly, and at this moment his body shot out.

"I'm here to meet you!"

On the other side, Du Sheng shouted angrily, angrily accusing him of bullying others, but the demon boy remained silent and just looked at Song Mu.

"If Song Zhuangyuan thinks something is wrong, he can change it back."

Song Mu didn't look at the other party, but when he saw Du Xianyin fall back on the building boat, he just stood with his hands down and said in a deep voice.

"Just do it."

As he said that, a writing brush appeared in Song Mu's hand, and pieces of white paper fluttered in front of him.

At the same time, the pen tip has already condensed water vapor, revealing a little ink.

Seeing this situation, the eyes of the lizard flickered slightly, and he shot without hesitation at this moment, the air wave was emptied, and the tyrannical figure was in front of his eyes.

But at this moment, Song Mu just raised his eyes slightly, waved the brush in his hand, and then landed on the white paper!

With one stroke and one horizontal stroke, a poem is formed in an instant.

I once saw the old man sitting on the pool, but suddenly I didn't see Shi Hongshen.

So far, the moon is white, the wind is clear and the night is clear, and the bottom of the pool can be heard like a flute.

The title of the poem "Wing the Dragon" was completed, and the golden light was revealed in an instant, and then the awe-inspiring talent surged, shaking the clothes and sweeping the surroundings!
A seven-character quatrain seems to be just a flat narrative, but when the pen and ink are exhausted, the sound of the flute has become a dragon's roar.

Seeing the dragon in the deep pool, the secret of the dragon corresponds to the breeze of the white moon, and a sense of silent deterrence gradually strikes!

The next moment, there was the sound of a dragon whistling from the paper, only to see words floating on the white paper, but there was a faint golden light gathered to form a golden dragon, almost coming out of the paper!

With just a roar, the lizard stopped suddenly, and all the monsters couldn't help showing panic.

Seeing this, the demon boy also raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be a little bit surprised.

"Six talents, this is the first poem with a dragon face!"

Immediately, someone spoke out, and everyone's faces suddenly lifted.

The poems about dragons are extremely legendary among all poems. These poems, because they chant the ancient totem of the dragon, naturally arouse the spirit of heaven and earth.

If Jackie Chan looks like a dragon, the power of the dragon will be revealed. Seeing it, the monsters will only feel their blood tremble and their fighting spirit will drop.

Song Mu just raised his pen in a hurry, and wrote such a poem, which really surprised everyone, but they also raised some hopes in their hearts.

If this Song Mu can write three poems about the dragon face in a row, everything will be solved easily.

Coming in this way, this kind of on-the-spot composition will also become a swan song through the ages.

Everyone's eyes were on Song Mu who was suspended in the air and his beard and hair were fluffed by his literary spirit. At this moment, there was a deep longing on his face.

The lizard was disturbed by such power, but did not give up the attack, suppressed the trembling feeling in his heart, and came towards Song Mu again.

This time, it exerted all its strength to completely overwhelm Song Mu.

And everyone's eyes were on Song Mu at the moment, waiting for his second poem.

Song Mu's figure receded wildly in the air, but the white paper around him followed suit, and then he raised Song Mu's pen again and wrote on the paper.

Don't play with thousands of gold treasures, but think about nine-color Qiu.

Negative picture clock is holy, holding a candle to illuminate the poor.

But looking up to the sky, I would rather hear the war and worry about the wild.

Wo Jiao Xu Pei Ze, don't tell me I have nothing to ask for!
Do "Dragon" again.The whole text flickered, and the light flowed. Song Mu had already expressed his writing power and thought power. At this moment, he raised his eyes, and the sound of dragon whistle came out immediately!

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