The scholars in the courtyard were looking at the "Moss" written by Song Mu on the paper and talking about it with great interest. The faces of Pan Wenhao, Qi Dazhuo and others who came around later had a bit of astonishment and gloominess on their faces.
They didn't expect this guy to actually write it.
Song Mu, who had just absorbed a huge amount of literary energy, was overjoyed.
Because the "Tongjian of Ancient and Modern Poetry" that was in my mind slowly turned to a page, and a few lines of writing were slowly revealed on the page after the annotations of Song's ancient scriptures.
Song Mu had a vague feeling in his heart that as long as he wanted to, this poem could be used by him immediately.
The few lines of handwriting that were revealed were the poem he had just written, and at the end of the poem, there was a line of small words suffixed.
Auxiliary war poems, talents compete with each other.
Auxiliary war poem? Talented?
Song Mu was stunned, this was obviously a poem about things. How could it be some kind of auxiliary war poem? Are there any poems of this type in ancient times?
Song Mu could understand that it was a measure of the literary talent of articles and poems. If one's talent reached the peak of eight levels, his poems could be handed down from generation to generation, and those who reached the extreme level could reach nine levels of talent, which would shock the world.
Song Mu felt a little strange, and kept recalling what the original owner had learned in the past. In the past, county studies and ancient books of the Song family had introduced that since the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, the power of Wen was used to fight.
If a literati wants to gather his literary power, he should first be filled with literary spirit.
Literary spirit comes from reciting and studying ancient and modern articles and works, or from articles and poems written by literati. The children's test only teaches a scholar's reading qualifications to find out whether he can absorb the humanistic spirit of heaven and earth.
Only children with abundant literary power can write articles in the imperial examination, gather their literary power in one fell swoop, and step into the avenue of literati.
After condensing the literary power, one can control the literary power, and the great Confucian scholars created poems, songs, and short sentences as weapons.
From this, many schools of poetry and poetry emerged, through which literati could defend themselves against enemies and lead hundreds of soldiers to fight.
The prerequisite for doing all this is to have a scholar's degree.
Only those who have a scholarly degree can enter the palace, gather their literary power, and write poems!
But now that I am a child, I can still use this poem?
Song Mu felt something unspeakably strange in his heart, but he also came to the conclusion that such poems must be useful to him.
After all, no one will worry about increasing their trump card!
Song Mu was only shocked for a moment, and then returned to calmness. He looked around. Master Xun was already admiring his own poem. Seeing him looking at him, he reached out and handed the poem to him.
"Yes, Not Bad."
Master Xun praised him, and all the talented students next to him were a little surprised. How Master Xun behaved. Everyone understood that if they wanted to get something good from Master Xun as a student, it would almost mean that Master Xun was a good person. Completely recognized Song Mu.
This poem about things written by Song Mu was actually recognized by Master Xun?
Pan Wenhao and Qi Dazuo were both stunned, and Qi Dazuo even murmured.
"This single seedling took a trip to Yanggang. Did he really get enlightened?"
Pan Wenhao snorted coldly and said in a low voice: "It's just good luck. In today's test, he must come up with one or two poems that are at the bottom of the box."
After all, he is a descendant of the Wenwen Song family. No matter how miserable he is, he will always have a few good poems.
Qi Dazuo also nodded with deep understanding, while Pan Wenhao squinted at Song Mu.
"It is Tong Sheng's limit to write a poem with four talents. I don't believe he can do another one that is similar."
While Pan Wenhao was making calculations in his mind, Li Moer was already standing in front of Song Mu again and spoke.
"Can Mr. Song still write a second poem?"
Saying this, Li Moer's eyes narrowed even more, and she looked at Song Mu expectantly.
Song Mu had just returned to his senses from the state just now. At this moment, he was more interested in the situation of the ancient book, so he nodded.
Li Moer held the small gourd in his hand and pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Then let Mr. Song sing the praises of Mr. Kong. Well, I'll let you decide for yourself what to do."
Li Mo'er suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at Kong Zong who was standing next to him. Kong Zong's eyes widened in surprise, glanced at Song Mu, and then looked at Li Mo with a wry smile.
"Miss Mo'er, what do I mean by this chant?"
Li Mo said with great interest: "Do you agree, Mr. Song?"
Song Mu also looked at Li Moer with a surprised expression, and then looked at Kong Zong. For a moment, he felt that he was being played.
Chanting objects, describing scenery and expressing aspirations, these are all easy to say, but there is no exact title for chanting Confucius, which makes it difficult for Song Mu to start.
Even Master Xun next to him frowned, feeling a little difficult about this, but others on the field were very interested.
In particular, several scholars and teachers tried to write one or two lines of poetry, but they always felt that the intention was not good and shook their heads repeatedly.
Then, they also looked at Song Mu.
People are like this. Once something they are very interested in is difficult to make, they like to see how others do it.
No matter whether the other party fails or succeeds, it is not you who is embarrassed anyway.
"Mr. Song, why don't you give me a new one?"
Li Mo'er was talking with a smile at this time. Kong Zong next to him heard what Li Mo said and encouraged Song Mu instead.
"Brother Song, if you believe in yourself, just write. Don't limit yourself."
"Yes, write it quickly, Song Mu, we want to see it too."
Others also followed suit, all of them were very interested.
Song Mu also sighed and could only rely on the things he remembered in his mind in the past.
After finishing speaking, Song Mu stretched out his hand to study the ink, thinking in his heart, murmuring in his mouth, frowning tightly, looking like he had no clue.
Kong Zong also looked at Song Mu nervously, feeling that it was too difficult for Li Mo to ask this question. Although his father said that he liked to test other people's poetry the most, it was still too embarrassing to ask such a question in today's scene.
Kong Zong secretly sighed and prepared to help Song Mu, finding an excuse to get off the stairs. Unexpectedly, Song Mu Yanmo's hand suddenly paused, and then he raised his eyes and glanced at Li Mo. Then he turned around slowly and bowed his hand respectfully towards the north.
"Li Sheng, Du Sheng, Xiaosheng was abrupt today."
Seeing Song Mu saluting so respectfully, and still saluting the Li Du family who had already been canonized, everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and they looked at Song Mu in confusion.
After bowing his waist and bowing, Song Mu turned around and picked up the pen, dipped it in ink and dropped it. Black marks appeared on the white paper, his upright face continued to appear, and a seven-character poem appeared on the paper.
A scholar quickly came over and started to read.
"Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer new."
"Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years!"
As the poem blurted out, everyone's eyes suddenly widened a bit, and a pin drop could be heard in the audience.
But Pan Wenhao raised his eyebrows and shouted in the crowd.
"Bold! How dare you insult Saint Li Du!"
Pan Wenhao felt extremely excited, and it seemed that he had grasped Song Mu's pain point at this moment.
He couldn't help but say so. Since the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, the best way to use literary power to defeat the enemy is to use short verses of poetry, and if the attack is to be powerful, the verses used must be extremely talented.
Li Bai's poems are romantic yet chivalrous, and each sentence is sharp and sharp. His poem "Xia Ke Xing" once killed countless monsters.
Du Fu's poems are melancholy and full of passion, and they are also the favorite of literati all over the world.
The human race has been fighting demons for decades, and there were hundreds of years of the Wen Dynasty in the world. Countless literati in the world loved to use Li Du's poems to control their literary power, and every time Li Du's poems were used, Li Du's literary lineage was strengthened, and hundreds of With years of nourishment, the two poetry sects of Li and Du can now be said to be unparalleled in ancient and modern times, ranking first in the world in terms of cultural heritage.
All the talented people in the world want to learn Li Du's articles, and countless literati regard Li Du's poetry as their aspiration.
Because it was a pinnacle of poetry and the mainstay of an era.
But now, a little boy actually said something like "It's not new anymore", which shocked everyone present.
"Song Mu, how dare you slander Li Du... huh?"
Pan Wenhao and Qi Dazuo immediately opened their mouths to accuse Song Mu as if they had grasped the situation. However, before the vicious words came out of their mouths, they suddenly paused the next moment.
Because they suddenly saw the vast literary energy surging out of the white paper!
The literary energy between heaven and earth is surging crazily. The rich white energy comes from the poem on the desk. At the same time, colorful lights begin to surround this vast white energy!
"You are so talented!"
"Psalms handed down from generation to generation!"
"It's like the saying that talented people emerge from generation to generation, and each leads the way for hundreds of years!"
A scholar shouted and raised his hand unconsciously.
"I feel the literary power in my body is surging, and these talents are pouring into my body!"
The other talented students also exclaimed, and all of them looked shocked at this moment. Master Xun also waved his sleeves seriously and stepped forward, looking at Song Mu with a serious face, only to see that Song Mu had already written down the poem. topic.
"A gift to Brother Kong Zong and his classmates from Shiyang County on July 5th"
As the title of the poem fell, the literary energy surging on the paper became even more terrifying, and this vast literary energy turned into ribbons and first rushed into Kong Zong's body, and then spread out. Almost everyone in the field was swept away by the ribbons of talent. Pass.
At that moment, the rich literary atmosphere made everyone's eyes change.
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