I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 600 Pay the blood debt today!
Song Mu and Li Dong went forward together. At this moment, people around looked at each other, their eyes flickering.

Many people in the venue heard that the famous Song Mu was going to write lyrics for the Du family's Poetry School, and they were quite excited at the moment, and they came to look around one after another.

People on both sides gave way to open the way, Song Mu and Li Dong went forward together, at this moment Li Dong was quite excited to see such a scene, and whispered to Song Mu this time.

"Song Lectures, everyone is watching here. This kind of feeling is really exciting."

One person's poetic talent is shocking, and thousands of pairs are looking up in shock. Such a scene is exciting and emotional.

Song Mu's expression was calm at the moment, and he even spoke to Li Dong through sound transmission.

"Your Highness, remember to follow me later, and don't leave me half a step away."

When Li Dong mentioned this, he was taken aback for a moment, and the expression on his face couldn't be changed for a while, but after seeing Song Mu's firm gaze, he nodded slightly.

In this way, the two of them came all the way to Du Xianyin.

Du Xianyin looked at Song Mu and the two with a smile on his face at the moment, and a disciple beside him had already brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread them on the table in front of him.

"Thank you Master Song for giving me the lyrics."

Du Xianyin said with a faint smile, but at this moment, Song Mu's sound transmission also sounded in his ears.

At that moment, Song Mu cupped his hands at Du Xianyin with a smile on his face, and then stood in front of the table, cupping his hands at everyone around him.

This time Song Mu glanced around, and then fixed on the face of Duke An who was sitting on the high platform, and said softly.

"Everyone, Mr. Song made an ugly show and wrote a poem for today's Sect Master Du."

Immediately there were voices around, and Song Mu had already picked up the pen and ink, and the pen and ink were lightly smudged on the pure white paper.

"Thousands of miles from Xiaoxiang to Lanpu, Lanyuan used to be. The moon is high and the wind is sure to dew the Huaqing. The microwave does not move, and the sky is cold."

"Leaning alone on a dangerous mast, the feeling is quiet, and I hear the concubine selingling from afar. The new voice contains all the feelings of the past and the present. At the end of the song, no one is seen, and there are countless peaks on the river."

A piece of Qin Guan's "Linjiang Immortal" was slowly completed, and the words were floating in pen and ink, and the literary spirit came out in an instant.

The ray of light suddenly bloomed, and immediately swept away with Wen Qi towards the surroundings.

The content of this poem was also read out immediately, seeing this extraordinary power again, they couldn't help but exclaim.

The word is a little bit sad, but when I hear the end, it seems to be a little unyielding.

Amidst the mixed emotions, Du Xianyin who was next to him suddenly paused.

The text written by Song Mu is imprinted in Du Xianyin's mind at this moment, and the words and sentences are so similar to her past self.

Wandering in a foreign land, everything is lonely, but as the mission of revival of the Poetry School, every time I look over the fence, I feel unwilling in my heart.

This work is like what Song Mute did for himself.

At this moment, Du Xianyin was so touched that she unconsciously picked up the pipa in her hand, looked at Song Mu who was standing in front of Wenli Ci, and said softly.

"Young Master Song, let Xianyin make a song for you."

Saying so, Du Xianyin plucked the strings lightly, and at this moment, the eyes of the people around him were suddenly drawn back.

They were surprised by what Du Xianyin was doing now, but the next moment, they let out an exclamation.

Because at this moment, amidst the sound of Du Xianyin's piano, the surrounding scenery changed in an instant.

The moonlight above the head seemed to have become colder, and the surrounding lights and feasting quickly receded, and it turned out to be a long cold river, illuminated by a round of bright moon.

The breeze on the river blew by, bringing the river to torrents, and looking up at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of you, under the moonlight, it seemed to be a little sad.

On the surface of the river, Song Mu and Du Xianyin are standing on it, Song Mu is holding a brush, and Du Xianyin is stroking the pipa, which is another wonderful scene.

This can't help but make everyone feel that the scenery is magnificent, and they are even more amazed at the beauty of Song Mu's poetry, which complements the Du family's poetry.

Then Li Dong, who was standing next to Song Mu, looked up at this moment, and was a little shocked when he saw the strange scene around him.

"Sure enough, it is the number one scholar's poetry, such a spectacle, it is rare to see it in the world!"

Everyone admired, but they were also intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, and felt that the trip was worthwhile. .

At the end of the song, the scenery in front of them slowly dissipated, and everyone was still unsatisfied.

At the moment, someone came up to hand in hand with Song Mu, and even saw the authentic work. Song Mu slowly rolled up the work and handed it to Du Xianyin.

But Song Mu didn't leave just now, he straightened his body at this moment, looked around, and then said slowly.

"Everyone, Song Mu is also very emotional at such a good time today."

"In the past, I have seen Sect Master Du running around for the revival of the School of Poetry. Why don't you feel that this is the style of a literati in our Wen Dynasty. This time the world, the text is used to convey the Tao."

Song Mu's Hongliang's voice suddenly spread, but everyone heard the words, but they didn't understand what they meant, and they were even surprised this time.

However, Song Mu sighed slightly.

"The sky and the earth are vast, nourishing all things, good and bad."

"In the past, Mr. Song was also victimized by traitors. He could not be full of ambitions, let alone avenge his master."

"When I returned to Chang'an at the end of the year, I learned from the Yaozu that the world is pure and turbid. I sighed in my heart and got this work by chance."

Many people looked at each other in blank dismay. They seemed to have noticed something strange this time, but they saw Song Mu holding his head high and chest out, clasping his hands around.

"Everyone, please let me write another word today. This word is written for the clarity of the world!"

The voice was turbulent, and there was an uproar for a long time, but what they saw was the power of the tattoo on Song Mu's body, and then the strong wind swayed, with the pen and ink in his hand.

With the brush in your hand, boldly dipped in ink, laid out on white paper, and the words and writings are left behind!
The young man is chivalrous, and he makes friends with Wuduxiong.Liver and gallbladder hole, hair towering.In the conversation, life and death are the same.A promise is worth a thousand dollars.Push Qiaoyong, show pride and indulgence.Qinggaiyong, Lianfeijie, Doucheng East.Boom drinking wine, spring floats cold urn, absorbs the sea and hangs down the rainbow.Freely call the eagle and the dog, the white feather picks the carved bow, and the cunning hole is empty.Happy in a hurry.

It was formed in one que, and as soon as the word "cunning point" came out, everyone saw Song Mu suddenly raised his eyes.

An Guogong Zhao Feng who was sitting on the high platform suddenly stood up, only to feel the hairs standing on his back.

The people around saw that these half-que poems actually aroused a turbulent literary spirit. Those few hundred words were very similar to Song Mu who was admitted to the imperial examination that day.

But their gazes paid more attention to Song Mu's eyes at this moment, and there seemed to be a bit of anger in them.

And in this literary spirit, Song Mu dipped in the ink again, and the pen was held extremely heavy.

The brush is forked, the ink stains are thick and heavy, and the strokes are scribbled, which seems to carry a lot of anger in my heart!

Like a dream of yellow beams, resigning from Danfeng; sharing the bright moon, Yang Gupeng.The officials are redundant, and they are embarrassed; they are in the dust cage, and they are book collections.He Bian is like a cloud of people ⑽, for rough use, and suddenly extraordinary performance.Jia agitation, Yuyang Lane, Sibei Weng.Do not invite long tassels, but take the Tianjiao species, and the sword roars to the west wind.I hate climbing mountains and facing water, I send lyres in my hand, and I see them off.

The Xiaque has been completed, and there are already thousands of literary spirits rippling, but Song Mu, among them, yelled angrily at this moment.

Both Li Dong and Du Xianyin were pushed away a few steps by Song Mu's momentum, but finally saw Song Mu write again.

The title of the word has been completed, it is "Liuzhou Getou·Young Chivalry"!
At this moment, the rainbow light bursts out, and the lyrics written by Song Mu arouse boundless literary power. This poem seems to be full of Song Mu's anger, which is the ups and downs of Song Mu's life!

Countless people saw the flames, and in the rising flames, they heard Song Mu's roar.

"Zhao Feng, show yourself! The blood debt from the past, you should pay it!"

Like thunder rang in the ears of thousands of people, countless people in brocade clothes jumped out from all over the attic, the leader of them let out the aura of Jinshi, and shouted angrily at this moment.

"Qing Tianwei shovels the traitor Yan Ren, and under the order of His Majesty, arrest the traitor of the human race!"

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