Song Mu was surprised by the strange identity that Du Xianyin suddenly revealed in front of him, but besides being shocked, he was also a little confused.
The other party showed this identity to him almost without hesitation. What exactly was he trying to do?
Hearing Song Mu's question, Du Xianyin blinked her eyes, and then actually pushed the collection of Du's poems towards Song Mu, and then spoke slowly.
"Mr. Song, do you know which school of poetry my Du Shi Sect belongs to?"
"Du Gong had many poems in his life. If we really want to talk about his poetic school, Song Mu is a little unclear."
Song Mu shook his head thoughtfully and said, but the expression on his face was very frustrated.
In this world, Du Mu still exists and has achieved great achievements. An "Ode to Afang Palace" laid the foundation for him. Full of patriotic enthusiasm, he quelled chaos in the early days of the Wen Dynasty and finally became a poet. He can be said to be the world's best poet. respect.
It is just rumored that in his later years he still committed self-immolation of poems and poems, almost destroying his inheritance. Perhaps only three or four out of ten of what he wrote during his lifetime remain.
Song Mu believed that he was unable to evaluate such a romantic figure, at least not qualified.
But Du Xianyin let out a sigh of relief, her expression seemed a little sad.
"Du Zuben was a scholar at the beginning of the literary dynasty. He was also famous all over the world at the beginning. However, over the past hundreds of years, it has been getting worse and worse. The world has used less and less poems from my Du family's poetry. Now, everyone in the world knows about Du Fu's poetry, but they don't know. I am Du Mu Shizong."
Song Mu was dumbfounded, but also somewhat silent. He was also familiar with Du Mu's poems such as "Qingming", "Mountain Journey", "Jiangnan Spring", "Red Cliff", and "Poetry at Qinhuai".
Each of them makes people feel emotional when reading them, but they never imagined that in this era, their poems would gradually become lonely.
Perhaps what people still remember is "The broken halberd has fallen into the sand, but the iron has not been sold, and it will be washed away and recognized by the past.", and the sentence "Business women don't know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but they still sing the flowers in the backyard across the river."
Song Mu raised his head and looked at the other party, and at this moment Du Xianyin was already speaking.
"My Du Mu Poetry Sect has a large number of poems, songs and articles that have been handed down, but now, only a few can be used."
"Xianyin is just a prostitute, so it's really hard for her to fulfill the last wishes of her ancestors. But thinking about it, I haven't let everything down. Even in this situation, Xianyin has already made a different change."
Du Xianyin said this, and under Song Mu's somewhat surprised and puzzled gaze, he actually took out a pipa out of thin air, then tapped it with his ten fingers and looked up.
"Mr. Song, have you ever seen a woman kill an enemy?"
Song Mu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head stiffly, while Du Xianyin lowered her eyebrows and spoke slowly with a bit of sigh.
"Yes, how many people in the world study, but scholars all refer to gentlemen like Mr. Song."
"As a daughter, if I want to be educated and achieve fame, I will be the only one to do so."
"Duke Zhou created ritual music. Nowadays, everyone knows about rituals, but they don't know that there is something strange in this music."
As he said this, Du Xianyin's fingers suddenly moved a string, and a melodious sound came out, but Du Xianyin's fingers moved faster.
At that moment, it was like the sound of fairy music flying. Song Mu could only feel the melody floating in the air, filling his mind instantly.
Du Xianyin in front of him seemed to have changed into a different person at this moment, with an expression of endless concentration, and at that moment, Song Mu suddenly saw a surge of literary power on the surface of the piano.
The literary power gathered and condensed at his fingertips, and then merged with the void to form a poem.
"Snow-clothed and snow-haired, with a green jade mouth, a group of fishermen in the shadow of the stream."
"I was startled to fly far away, reflecting the green mountains, and a pear tree fell into the evening wind."
A piece of Du Mu's "Heron" was instantly revealed, and flashes of golden light suddenly spread out.
The next moment, Song Mu raised his head in an uproar and turned around to look around.
Countless changes have taken place in this world.
The quiet courtyard had disappeared at this moment, and what appeared in front of him was a quiet shoal.
Beside the shoal, herons were hunting fish and shrimp in groups, their white bodies reflected on the water.
Suddenly disturbed by a sound, they fluttered their wings and flew up into the sky. Their beautiful postures were like pieces of white pear blossoms on the treetops, falling in the evening breeze.
This is a very beautiful foreign land.
In this scenery, the music of the piano continued to be heard. The music was sweet and the scenery was charming, but Song Mu was already shocked.
Du Xianyin, who is in front of such a vast alien realm, is also a master of using alien realms.
It's just that unlike literati who use poetry and words to arouse their thoughts, her strange world is actually released in this way.
Song Mu turned his head and looked at the other party. The other party was sitting on the water, with his black hair hanging down and his slender fingers constantly stroking the strings.
Almost at the next moment, Song Mu suddenly heard the whistling wind.
Then, bursts of sharp aura emanated from Du Xianyin's body, and then turned into attacks, heading into the distance.
They were looming rays of light. They moved toward the distance like waves, but at the next moment they suddenly turned into rays of light and fell.
The surface of the lake suddenly splashed with waves, and beneath the ripples were chasms!
Looking up, around Du Xianyin, there were dozens of radiating chasms, almost tearing the lake apart.
This was the first time that Song Mu saw a Jinshi other than Tao Fengming using such methods to attack in a foreign environment.
This type of alien realm is called a compound realm.
If you can only create scenery, it is called a single realm, but in a different realm, you can use your mind power to directly trigger attacks, which is a compound realm.
This is much more clever than using literary power to launch an attack in a foreign realm, and because it fits the foreign realm itself, the attack power is even greater!
At this moment, the sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the strange environment in front of him began to slowly dissipate. Song Mu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Du Xianyin.
Returning to the courtyard just now, Du Xianyin still held the pipa and looked at Song Mu and said.
"This is the way this little girl has made her way. I wonder if it might fall into Mr. Song's eyes?"
Song Mu let out a deep breath, and now respectfully bowed his hands towards the other party.
"The girl's extraordinary skills are so extraordinary that Song Mu is amazed."
Du Xianyin seemed to be very happy when she saw Song Mu's appearance. She put away the pipa and said to Song Mu.
"If Mr. Song is willing, I will also teach him these methods."
Song Mu was stunned, and now he looked up at the other party, but the other party said firmly.
"Young Master Song also possesses the power of telepathy. He should know how difficult this compound state is, right?"
Song Mu felt a little calmer at this moment, and looked at the other party and said.
"Song did learn a little bit, but this..."
Song Mu felt a little bit that the other party was making such an exchange with him. Is it a bit fussy? Can a few of his poems really compare to such an alien method?
Du Xianyin shook his head, then released two pieces of paper and landed next to Song Mu.
Song Mu looked at it and saw that it was his two poems, but below were other lyrics.
Song Mu was puzzled as Du Xianyin's voice came slowly.
"Young master, you should know that Tang poetry has lasted for hundreds of years, and it is difficult to innovate. After the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, Huajian Ci became increasingly popular."
Song Mu naturally nodded after hearing this. Ci has actually been developing for some time in this era, but most of them are superficial words and phrases that cannot exert strong power in battle, so they have never become mainstream.
"But Tang poetry has been explored to the extreme, and poetry has become very popular in the world. It is already difficult to make any further achievements."
Du Xianyin continued, speaking softly.
"The little girl accidentally learned how to use words to transform into strange scenes, but she has always been worried that the artistic conception of words is difficult to move, and the sentences are not strong enough, and can hardly meet the requirements of compound scenes."
"Until the little girl saw Mr. Song's words."
Du Xianyin said lightly, and Song Mu slowly sat down, wanting to listen to the other party continue talking.
"After "Night Nostalgic" appeared, I tried it immediately, and the result surprised me."
"Although the artistic conception of this word is too broad, it does not affect my formation of a different realm. What's even more rare is..."
Du Xianyin slowly raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Mu at the moment.
"The rhyme and rhyme of these two poems are extremely neat, and when we applied them to musical instruments, they turned out to be extremely smooth."
"The speed at which I can use the compound realm method is also a bit faster."
Song Mu was speechless, while Du Xianyin's expression seemed even more excited.
"In this way, I know where I should go now. Song Gongzi's poems can bring about a transformation for my Du Shi Sect!"
With that said, Du Xianyin's expression became a little more determined and she said calmly to Song Mu.
"Master Song, I am willing to give you a detailed explanation of Du's poetry collection as a reward. Please write more poems for the little girl."
"One day the Du Shi Sect will be revived again, and the young master's kindness will be unforgettable."
…(To be continued)
