A dazzling rainbow came across the clear sky from the far north, and the rainbow was even more dazzling under the setting sun.
But above this rainbow, there is a shadow coming slowly at this moment.
It was an old man with an immortal air, wearing a grass-gray robe, holding a book in his hand, stroking his beard as he came slowly, even if it was a shadow, he was still wearing clothes.
Before he arrived, a warm breeze came out of nowhere and swept through the entire city of Jizhou. In just a moment, it swept away the heat of late summer and early autumn.
After the common people noticed this strange thing, they all looked excited. The literati who noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky were no longer calm. They put away their folding fans and saluted towards the phantom in the sky.
"It's the Half-Saint, the Half-Saint is here! Welcome the Half-Saint!"
As soon as the words fell, the people around him also exclaimed in surprise, and then they also fell to their knees.
In the literary world, literati are supreme. The only people in this world who can make people pay such a great gift are literati.
What's more, he is a semi-saint of the human race.
In the three hundred years of the Wen Dynasty, except for Chuck, who successfully became a saint and ascended to the extreme realm, there was no other saint in the human race.
In today's Wen Dynasty, there are nine semi-saints, who control the nine states and are the most important weapon of the country.
No one could have imagined that a half-saint figure would come out of the sky and appear in this small Jizhou capital today.
In the north building of the examination institute, Qiu Buchu and a group of officials were already standing in the sky, and everyone was bowing with their hands folded.
"Welcome Du Sheng!"
A group of officials said this, but they also looked panicked at the moment. They suddenly remembered one thing, that is, when the strange world appeared just now, there seemed to be a bronze bell ringing.
Unexpectedly, the sound of the copper bell actually attracted a Semi-Saint!
Qiu Buchu and Fan Zhengxiong were even more stunned at this moment. At this moment, they finally knew which poetry sect the poems written by Song Mu were related to.
It turned out to be Du Fu's poetry master! One of the two most powerful poets in the world!
And the person who came was none other than the ancestor of the Du family, now the half-saint of the Du family, Du Fu's great-nephew Du Qin!
The rainbow at Duqin's feet came all the way to a few people, and he just responded with a shout, and then the light and shadow waved and landed in the north tower.
“Who writes resonant poetry?”
Duke Qin's shadow fell to the ground and he immediately asked.
Qiu Buchu quickly took two steps forward and spoke respectfully.
"Back to Du Sheng, he is Song Mu from Shiyang County, and he is also a descendant of the Song family in Shiyang."
Qiu Buchu said this, and Duqin immediately raised his eyebrows, and his expression turned somewhat intriguing.
"He's actually a descendant of Song Wenrong?"
Duqin asked in surprise, but then he looked serious and spoke to Qiu Buchu again.
"Where is Song Mu?"
Qiu Buchu quickly summoned a clerk, who was sweating profusely as he flipped through the book, then knelt down to respond.
"Back...back to the saint, Song Mu has handed in his papers and should be waiting in the examination booth at this moment."
After hearing these words, Duqin did not hesitate. He flicked his sleeves again, and the light and shadow disappeared from the north tower.
Qiu Buchu and others swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then hurriedly went downstairs.
At the examination booth of the examination hall, a light and shadow had appeared in front of the scholars waiting to leave the examination room, and standing two meters in front of the light and shadow was Song Mu.
It was also the first time that Song Mu encountered such a situation.
This is a phantom that also exudes golden light, just like the scene when he once saw his ancestor in Shiyang County, but the phantom old man in front of him actually exudes a terrifying coercion.
You don't even need to feel that kind of coercion. The literary power in your body is like being pinched by an invisible force, and you can't mobilize even half of it.
This is an extreme level of crushing!
Song Mu didn't dare to speak, and the people around him also didn't dare to speak out. The aggressive Liu Jianyu just now also had his eyes widened.
But before his thoughts could turn around, he saw a group of officials in red official robes coming down from the north building. Among them, Fan Tixue was walking quickly. No matter how stupid Liu Jianyu was at this moment, he knew What's going on?
"Du Sheng, this is Song Mu."
Qiu Buchu stepped forward and said softly, Liu Jianyu almost fainted, and the scholars around him almost fell to their knees.
This light and shadow is actually a semi-saint? Du Sheng? Could it be the ancestor of the Li Du Shi clan?
What did Song Mu do to attract the arrival of a semi-saint phantom?
Everyone looked at Song Mu, who was staring straight at the shadowy old man in front of him.
Du Sheng? A semi-saint?
Song Mu was also surprised at this moment. It was very clear what the half-saint represented. This was the highest combat power of the Wen Dynasty, and the ordinary half-sage was called a great scholar.
Only those ancestors of poetry, who wrote books and biographies and were famous all over the world, are qualified to be called semi-saints.
Song Mu was already thinking carefully in his heart about what he had done to attract a semi-saint.
Duqin looked at Song Mu carefully, then looked away, stroking his beard with a shadow, and a smile appeared on his face.
"I also had some interactions with Mr. Song back then, but he..." Duke Qin paused, with a look of regret on his face, but then he looked at Song Mu again and said calmly.
"Would you like to give me a look at that poem?"
Du Qin said this, but Song Mu was stunned, and Qiu Buchu next to him also opened his mouth, and then thought for a while: "Here, Du Sheng, the paper whose name has been obscured, I will wait..."
"It doesn't matter." Duqin said cheerfully. When he waved his hand, he saw a golden light shield directly wrapping Song Mu and Duqin together. The surrounding sounds suddenly disappeared completely. Song Mu was shocked by this magical method. , and Duqin has already spoken.
"Just read it to me. I think you haven't forgotten it."
Song Mu pursed his lips, nodded seriously, and then slowly read out his poem.
"Where can I see China? Climbing to the Wenlou Tower is full of scenery. How many things have happened through the ages? The endless flow of the Yangtze River."
A line of poetry blurted out, and the smile on Duqin's face became even stronger.
When Song Mu finished reading, Duqin waved his hand, the mask of light dissipated, and then laughed.
"Wonderful, wonderful, it turns out to be my ancestor's "Deng Gao". No wonder it shocked the sect's poetry book."
"The Yangtze River is rolling in, the Yangtze River is rolling in, it's wonderful. Two hundred years ago, this is the first time I heard such a poem. I borrowed it from Du Zu's poems, which makes me feel very appropriate."
"This poem should be as talented as Qi Dou!"
Du Qin laughed and said, but the surrounding officials and scholars all heard Du Sheng's words, and at this moment they all looked at each other.
It turns out that what just shook the world was actually a poem of extraordinary talent, and this poem also borrowed a line from Du Fu's poem.
An extremely envious emotion burst out from the hearts of every scholar.
They were curious, and even more envious that Song Mu actually wrote such poems, and had the semi-saint come over the rainbow and applaud him.
Song Mu's face finally looked a little relaxed at this moment. When he saw such a grand battle of Du Sheng appearing in front of him, he thought he was copying poems this time and was causing trouble.
Duqin laughed twice, looking at Song Mu with a bit of appreciation and affection in his eyes.
Immediately, Duqin asked.
"It seems that you have created another poem that can be listed in the "Tianwen Magazine". Three poems and a lot of talent. Song Mu, I think you, Song Zu, must be very pleased that you are alive."
Saying this, Duqin's eyes flickered a little, and he spoke directly at the moment.
"Why don't you join our Du Shi Sect and serve the country from now on?"
As soon as Duqin said these words, many people in the field staggered. Ouyang Hong's feet trembled, Zhan Bo tightened his sleeves, Fan Tixue suppressed the excitement in his heart, and Liu Jianyu, who was standing on Song Mu's side, only felt that his feet were There was a warmth.
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