The demon boy put all the pressure of this moment on Song Mu.
Du Xianyin, who was in the air in front of him, was restrained at this moment, and the demon boy picked up many books, just waiting for Song Mu to submit.
When many people around him were shocked and angry, they did not take action against the demon boy. Instead, they all turned their eyes and looked at Song Mu.
Some people's expressions were surging, as if they were struggling.
Only the great scholar Xiang snorted coldly at this moment and scolded everyone.
"What are you doing, collaborating with that demon boy to help him?"
Everyone's expressions froze, and a few people who had hesitated to speak lowered their eyes, and there was silence in the place.
Song Mu also raised his eyes at this moment, but he had secretly clenched his fists.
"Song champion!"
Suddenly someone in the crowd spoke, and then he knelt down on the spot. Everyone looked and saw that it was the head of the Chu family.
The Chu family originated from Chu Guangxi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. This pastoral poet's poems failed to shine in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but he stood out in the troubled times. His pastoral poems are beautiful and are excellent works that establish a different environment.
And what the Chu family came to compete for this time was Chu Guangxi's song.
It's just that in the fight just now, the Chu family was defeated and the Jinshi civil soldiers were taken away. Even the head of the Chu family, who was a Jinshi, had his foundation severely damaged, and his black hair turned white in an instant.
At this moment, the other party suddenly knelt down, leaving everyone speechless and bursting into tears.
"Song Zhuangyuan, our Chu family worked hard to have this opportunity. Now everything has been compromised. If this article is destroyed..."
"This poem is the most proud poem of our ancestors. It was taken away by the monster clan because of the sentence 'fish and dragons are hidden in the green, and birds and beasts are wandering in the desert.' This poem also has the image of dragon poetry."
The head of the Chu family said this, but his eyes suddenly became firm. At this moment, he kowtowed to Song Mu and spoke in a deep voice.
"The number one scholar in the Song Dynasty, as long as I can get this article back for the Chu family, it will last for a hundred years! The Chu family was originally the number one scholar, and they will follow suit!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone around him looked over, and many people's faces also showed movement.
Then two people actually came out to hand over their hands. Although they were not so angry or sad, they were promising all kinds of things.
At this moment, everyone seemed to be pushing for the palace. Xiang Daru's face suddenly darkened, and he was about to scold him, but Du Sheng next to him looked at him and said in a deep voice.
"Brother Xiang, this matter is no small matter."
There was anger on Xiang He's face, and the demon boy's voice came again.
"Song Mu, please think about it, this is a chance for you."
As soon as the words fell, its figure had already flashed to the side of Du Xianyin. At this moment, it raised its young hands and looked coldly.
"I'm running out of patience."
For a moment, many people on the boat spoke out one after another. Their expressions were urgent at this moment, and they seemed to be urging them uncontrollably.
From the beginning to the end, Song Mu remained silent. Seeing Du Xianyin in this state and these people being aggressive, Song Mu suddenly clenched his fists.
The next moment, an angry scolding was heard, and Song Mu's figure suddenly disappeared from the boat and slowly appeared in the air.
A triumphant smile appeared on the demon boy's face.
"You don't have to use this disgusting method. I can do three poems."
Song Mu's voice came slowly, and the aura on his body slowly rose at this moment.
"But if you want this poem, then you have to show your true skills!"
The sound was as loud as thunder, and the surging air waves swept across. The pressure was wrapped with a touch of red air, and the monsters on the dark clouds looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.
The demon boy stretched out his hand to block the pressure, but he noticed the awe-inspiring righteousness in the pressure.
At this moment, it was also surprised by this extraordinary righteousness, but at this moment, the person was confident, so he let go of Du Xianyin and waved his hand behind him.
The Demon Lord was about to move forward, but he saw the Lizard Demon Lord suddenly snatched the poem, and at this moment, his figure shot out.
Gu Min
"I'm here to meet you!"
The other side immediately heard Du Sheng's angry shouts, scolding him for using his power to bully others, but the demon boy remained silent and just looked at Song Mu.
"If Song Zhuangyuan feels it is inappropriate, he will change it back."
Song Mu didn't look at the other party. When he saw Du Xianyin fall back to the boat, he just stood with his hands down and said in a deep voice.
"Just take action."
As he spoke, a writing brush appeared in Song Mu's hand, and pieces of white paper were fluttering in front of him.
At the same time, water vapor has condensed on the tip of the pen, and a little ink stain is revealed.
Zizi's eyes flashed slightly when he saw this situation, and he took action without hesitation at this moment. The air wave was emptied, and the violent figure was right in front of him.
But at this moment, Song Mu only raised his eyes slightly, waved the brush in his hand, and then dropped it on the white paper!
One stroke and one stroke, a poem is formed in an instant among the lightning and flint.
I once saw the old man sitting on the pond, but suddenly Shi Hongshen disappeared.
On a clear moonlit night, I can hear the sound of a flute at the bottom of the pool.
After the title of the poem was completed, the golden light was revealed instantly, and then the awe-inspiring talent surged, lifting his clothes and sweeping over the surroundings!
A seven-character quatrain seems to be just a flat narrative, but when the pen and ink are exhausted, the flute sound has become a dragon's roar.
Seeing a dragon in a deep pool, the secret of the dragon corresponds to the clear breeze of the white moon, and a sense of silent intimidation gradually comes over!
The next moment, the sound of a dragon roaring came from the paper. On the white paper, the words were swimming, but there was a faint golden light gathering to form a golden dragon, which almost seemed to come out of the paper!
With just a dragon roar, the lizard suddenly froze, and all the monsters couldn't help but look terrified.
When the demon boy saw this, he also raised his brows and seemed to be a little surprised.
"With six talents, this is a poem with the appearance of a dragon!"
Someone said immediately, and everyone's faces suddenly cheered up.
Dragon-like poems are an extremely legendary existence among all poems. These poems, because they sing about the ancient totem dragon, naturally stir up the energy of heaven and earth.
If it becomes a dragon, the power of the dragon will be revealed. When the demon clan sees it, their blood will tremble and their fighting spirit will drop.
Song Mu just hurriedly wrote a poem like this, which really surprised everyone, but a little hope arose in everyone's hearts.
If Song Mu could compose three poems about dragons in a row, everything would be easily solved.
In this way, this kind of on-the-spot creation will also become an eternal song.
Everyone's eyes were looking at Song Mu, who was suspended in the air with his beard and hair ruffled by Wen Qi. There was a deep desire on his face at this moment.
The lizard was disturbed by such power, but did not give up the attack. He suppressed the trembling feeling in his heart and came towards Song Mu again.
This time, it used all its strength to completely overwhelm Song Mu.
Everyone's eyes were on Song Mu at the moment, waiting for his second poem.
Song Mu's figure retreated wildly in the air, but the white paper around him rippled, and then Song Mu raised his pen again and wrote on the page.
Don't worry about thousands of gold treasures, but think about the nine-color Qiu.
In the negative picture, there is a bell on the sage, holding a candle to illuminate the quiet space.
But looking up to the sky is great, I would rather hear the battle and worry about the wild.
Wo Jiao needs Pei Ze, don't say that I have nothing to ask for!
Do it again. The whole text flickered and the light flowed. Song Mu had already unleashed his power of writing and thought. At this moment, his eyes raised, and the roar of the dragon came out immediately!
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