Wenqi came from all directions like a strong wind, causing the colorful lanterns to fly, and the people around them suddenly noticed the wind rising from the ground.
The strong wind was blowing, but the strong wind was like a white ribbon, flying in the sky.
"What's this?"
Someone reached out to touch the white ribbon, but found that it could not be grasped in his hand, which made it even more magical.
The next moment, the ribbon suddenly burst into light, and then swept away to a certain place as if it had power.
Some people immediately exclaimed, looked at the sky, and stretched out their fingers.
"what is that?"
Countless people looked towards the sky, and soon many people exclaimed.
In the sky at this moment, among the thousands of floating Kongming lanterns, a pillar of light suddenly appeared. This pillar of light spread out like a ribbon, and then bloomed the next moment.
So in this sky, it seemed that countless meteors were slowly passing by, wandering in all directions with colorful colors.
At this moment, Jinling City was shrouded in such wonders. People in Jinling City looked up to the sky with surprise on their faces at this moment.
In an attic in the distance, Tao Fengming was sitting by the window looking at the brilliant scene suddenly bursting out from the light beam outside. His eyes were slightly startled at this moment. Sun Qinghe and several friends next to him were all looking out the window, and they were a little surprised at the moment. said.
"Is this? A vision?"
"Poetry vision? Such a huge vision, it can actually cover the entire Jinling City!"
"The artistic conception of this poem is so rich, it must be amazingly talented!"
"Could it be that the talented poet Badou?!"
Several people exclaimed, but Sun Qinghe suddenly looked at Tao Fengming and said half-jokingly.
"Lan Xian, do you think this kind of talented poetry was written by your apprentice?"
After saying this, the people around him looked over one after another, with inquiring expressions on their faces, and some people immediately started talking, obviously they also knew about Song Jieyuan's ability.
Tao Fengming, who heard this, smiled slightly, took a sip of tea, and said.
"Other than him, I think there is no such person in this city."
"Lan Xian, what you said is really..."
Sun Qinghe smiled and shook his head.
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At this moment, Song Mu had just finished mentioning the title "Qingyu Case Yuanxi" for this poem, and watched the literary energy in the sky being used towards him.
The huge literary energy poured into Song Mu's body in an instant, and there were many surprised looks on Song Mu's face.
This huge literary style and this poem may be of extraordinary talent.
At this moment, the people around him were even more surprised than Song Mu.
Whether it was the bookkeeper, the students reading, or the tourists passing by, they were all looking at the table in front of the bookstore.
They looked at the piece of paper on the desk that was spraying with vast literary energy, and at the handsome young man who had just put away his pen and raised his head.
"This...is this talent poetry?"
"It evokes literary spirit and has a huge atmosphere. This must be talent poetry, but... can talent poetry create such a big battle?"
"Yes, I saw that there was no scene like this in the previous provincial examinations, right?"
"Then how talented should this poem be?"
Students around him exclaimed, and many people who heard this also moved forward. At that moment, someone read out the poem written by Song Mu. The gorgeous words made people around him exclaim.
"What a poem. I feel like what I just saw is now written on it."
"Why do I feel like I'm in a trance when I read this word roughly as an old man?"
"Nonsense, this is obviously a love poem about a beautiful woman."
Someone commented like this, and then a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes came forward, took out a large silver ingot in his hand, and handed it to Song Mu with a cunning look in his eyes.
"I've invited this talented man. This poem is really wonderful. I've fallen in love with it. I wonder if I can part with it?"
As the man said this, he felt a little guilty at the moment, and others yelled and cursed when they saw this.
"What kind of guy is this guy who doesn't know how to praise? He actually bought this kind of poems when he came up with some money!"
"You are insulting talented people like me!"
There was a student next to him who was saying this, but Song Mu didn't even look at that person at this moment, he just looked to the side, and he saw that Gu Qingqing was looking a little dazed at this moment.
When he finished reading the Xiaque poem written by Song Mu, Gu Qingqing suddenly felt that his mind went blank, and an expression that could not be described as shyness or joy came to his heart.
Gu Qingqing's mind was filled with everything she had just said with Song Mu, and the sentences in it now made her feel a little dazed.
In a daze, she seemed to hear a familiar voice. When she came back to her senses, she saw Song Muzheng looking at her with a smile on his face.
Song Mu saw that Gu Qingqing was a little shy at the moment, but he just smiled and said.
"Miss Gu, if I don't know this poem, can it still catch my eye?"
After hearing what Song Mu said, Gu Qingqing's cheeks immediately turned red, her eyes lowered slightly, but she nodded shyly.
And everyone nearby couldn't help but raise their eyebrows. This was actually a poem written by the young master to this girl.
Such an astonishing piece of poetry should be given away like this?
Everyone had some envy on their faces, and the man was still unwilling to give up, so he took out another silver ingot from his arms and stepped forward.
But at this time, a student next to him was heard exclaiming.
"Your Excellency, it can't be Song Mu or Song Jieyuan?!"
When one person spoke, the people around him showed expressions of surprise. At that moment, students who gathered around him also exclaimed.
"It turned out to be Song Jieyuan! This shocking lyrics turned out to be written by Jieyuan!"
"I finally saw Song Jieyuan writing the lyrics with my own eyes, haha. Let's see what Lin'an students say this time. Jieyuan's poem should be praised by the world!"
Several students spoke excitedly, and the people around them suddenly fell into commotion.
The handsome young man in front of him turned out to be the famous Jie Yuan, Song Mu, the most outstanding person in the history of Jiangnan West Road? !
The guy who wanted to buy the lyrics just now had already ducked into the crowd with a face full of shame.
How could I be so blind that I wanted to use two ingots of silver to buy a masterpiece from Jie Yuan?
Many people around him were excited at this moment, especially after hearing that Song Jieyuan had just given away a calligraphy treasure, and they were eager to try it.
But they saw that Song Mu had folded the poem, but the next moment, they saw that the desk under the paper was shattered into powder.
Everyone exclaimed, and Song Mu was also surprised when he saw this situation, and immediately understood that it was due to the strength of his lyrics.
Gu Qingqing was also a little surprised at the moment, but Song Mu scratched his head and said a little embarrassed.
"This poem may be extremely important, but I will work hard on it in the following. It should be fine within three days."
Saying this, Song Mu's hands surged with power. When he wrapped the paper and handed it to Gu Qingqing, it was already the same weight as ordinary paper.
Gu Qingqing also took it, holding it in his hand with an extremely excited look on his face.
The people next to him were filled with envy, and even more incredible, that Song Jieyuan actually gave away such a poem as he said.
But at this time, a woman dressed as a maid rushed out and grabbed Gu Qingqing and spoke.
"Miss, why did you run away alone again? Master, I'm going to be unhappy."
As he said this, the other party looked at Song Mu with a bit of surprise on his face.
"Master Song."
Song Mu quickly handed over his hand, but at this moment, the maid was pulling Gu Qingqing to leave. Gu Qingqing showed hesitation, and then suddenly pulled out a silver hairpin from her head and threw it towards Song Mu.
"Sir, this little girl has the courage to accept this poem."
With that said, Gu Qingqing had been taken away. Song Mu caught the silver hairpin and looked up at the direction Gu Qingqing was leaving. However, the next moment he was surrounded by more people, and they all raised their hands towards Song Mu.
The strange phenomenon in the sky slowly dissipated, but there was already another excitement in the city. Everyone was spreading the word that at the lantern festival tonight, Song Jieyuan wrote a gorgeous poem for Jinling City.
And from a shadow in the city, a cold snort came out.
"How talented? This Song Mu must not be killed easily."
In the darkness, blood-red eyes flashed.
