Song Mu and Li Dong moved forward together. At this moment, people around them looked at him, their eyes flashing.
Many people in the venue heard that the famous Song Mu was going to write lyrics for the Du Shi Sect. They were quite excited at this moment and came to look around.
People on both sides gave way to the passage, and Song Mu and Li Dong moved forward together. At this moment, Li Dong was quite excited when he saw this scene, and whispered to Song Mu this time.
"Song Lecture, everyone is watching here, this feeling is really exciting."
One person's poetic talent is astonishing, and thousands of pairs of people are looking up at him in amazement. This scene is exciting and emotional.
Song Mu looked calm at the moment, and even spoke to Li Dong through a message.
"Your Highness, remember to follow me later and don't take even one step away from me."
Li Dong was stunned when he mentioned this, and the expression on his face was a bit difficult to recover for a while, but after seeing Song Mu's firm gaze, he nodded slightly.
In this way, the two of them arrived in front of Du Xianyin.
Du Xianyin looked at Song Mu and Song Mu with a smile. A disciple next to him had already brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones and spread them out on the table in front of him.
"Thank you Master Song for the lyrics."
Du Xianyin said with a faint smile, but at this moment Song Mu's voice transmission also sounded in his ears.
At that moment, Song Mu kept smiling and cupped his hands towards Du Xianyin, then stood in front of the table and cupped his hands towards the people around him.
This time Song Mu's eyes swept around, and then fixed on the face of Duke An Guo who was sitting on the high platform, and said softly.
"Everyone, Song will show off his humiliation and compose a poem for today's Sect Master Du."
There was a cry of shouting all around, and Song Mu had already picked up the pen and put down the ink. The pen and ink were gently smearing on the pure white paper.
"Thousands of miles away from Xiaoxiang to Lanpu, Lanhong used to be there in the past. The moon is high and the wind is sure to dew Huaqing. The microwave is clear and immovable, and the stars are soaked in the cold."
"Leaning alone on the dangerous pole, my love is quiet, and I hear the concubine's voice in the distance. The new voice contains the emotions of the past and the present. At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and there are several green peaks on the river."
A piece of Qin Guan's "Linjiang Immortal" was slowly completed, the words and ink floated, and the literary spirit came out instantly.
The light suddenly bloomed, and it immediately washed away the surroundings together with Wen Qi.
The content of this word was immediately read out, and people could not help but exclaim when they saw this extraordinary power.
The word is a bit pensive, but when you hear the end, it seems to be a little unyielding.
In the midst of mixed emotions, Du Xianyin next to him suddenly paused.
The text written by Song Mu is now imprinted in Du Xianyin's mind. Every word and every word is very similar to his past self.
Wandering in a foreign land, everything is lonely, but with the mission of reviving the poetry sect, every time I lean on the railing and look at it, I feel unwilling to accept it.
This work is as if Song Mu made it specially for himself.
Du Xianyin was so touched at this moment that she unconsciously picked up the pipa in her hand, looked at Song Mu who was standing in front of Wen Li's lyrics, and said softly.
"Mr. Song, please allow Xianyin to sing a song for you."
Saying this, Du Xianyin gently plucked the strings, suddenly attracting the attention of the people around him.
They were surprised and suspicious of what Du Xianyin was doing now, but the next moment, they let out a cry of surprise.
Because at this moment, amid the sound of Du Xianyin's piano, the surrounding scenery changed in an instant.
The moonlight above the head seemed to have become colder, and the surrounding lights and feasting quickly receded, and it turned out to be the long cold river, illuminated by a bright moon.
The gentle breeze blew across the river, causing the river to surge. When you look up, you can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in front of you. Under the moonlight, it seems to be a bit sad.
And on the river surface, Song Mu and Du Xianyin were standing on it. Song Mu was holding a brush and Du Xianyin was playing a pipa. It was another strange scene.
This made everyone feel that the scenery was magnificent, and they were even more amazed by the poetic talent of Song Mu, which complemented the Du family of poetry.
Li Dong, who was standing next to Song Mu, looked up at this moment, with a bit of shock on his face when he saw the strange scene around him.
"Sure enough, it is the number one poem. Such a wonder is rare to see in the world!"
Everyone was admiring, but they were also intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, and felt that the trip was worthwhile. .
When the song ended, the scenery in front of them slowly dissipated, and everyone was still unfinished.
At that moment, someone came up to meet Song Mu and get a glimpse of the original work. Song Mu slowly rolled up the poem and handed it to Du Xianyin.
But Song Mu did not leave just yet. At this moment, he straightened his body, looked around, and then said slowly.
"Everyone, Song Mu is very emotional about this wonderful time today."
"In the past, I saw Master Du working hard for the revival of the Poetry Sect. Why don't you think that this is the style of the literati in our literary dynasty? This time, writing is the way to the world."
Song Mu's loud voice suddenly spread, but everyone didn't know what it meant, and they were even surprised this time.
But he saw Song Mu sighing slightly.
“But the heaven and earth are vast and nourish all things, some good and some bad.”
"In the past, Song was also harmed by traitors. He was full of ambitions and could not avenge his master."
"When I returned to Chang'an at the end of the year, I learned from the demon tribe that the world was pure and turbid. I sighed in my heart that I came across this work."
Many people looked at each other in confusion. They seemed to notice something strange this time, but they saw Song Mu holding his head high and holding his hands in all directions.
"Everyone, please excuse me today and write one more word. This word is for the sake of the clarity of heaven and earth!"
The words were trembling and there was a long uproar, but what they saw was the power of writing on Song Mu's body, and then the strong wind stirred up the pen and ink in his hand.
The roughness is in hand, the ink is boldly dipped in it, the white paper is laid out, and the words are laid out!
The young man is chivalrous and makes friends with heroes from all five cities. Liver and gallbladder holes, hair rising. In the conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Push forward bravely, proudly and boldly. Qing Gai Yong, Lian Fei Yao, Dou Chengdong. When I drink wine, the spring scenery floats in the cold jar, and I absorb the rainbow from the sea. Idle calls of eagles and dogs, white feathers picking up carved bows, cunning holes are empty. Happy rush.
A gap was formed, and as soon as the word "cunning point" came out, everyone saw Song Mu suddenly raise his eyes.
Zhao Feng, Duke of Anguo, who was sitting on the high platform, suddenly stood up and felt the hair on his back stood upside down.
Everyone around him saw that this half-full poem actually aroused a surge of literary energy. Those few hundred words were very much like Song Mu who was admitted to the imperial examination that day. He was free and easy, and thousands of scenes in the world were right in front of him.
But their eyes were more focused on Song Mu's eyes at this moment, which seemed to have a bit of anger.
And in this literary spirit, Song Mu dipped his hand in ink again, holding the pen very heavily.
The hair is forked, the ink stains are thick, and the scrawl seems to be filled with the anger in my heart!
It's like a dream of yellow beams, saying farewell to the red phoenix; the bright moon is shining together, and the lonely awning is floating. Officials are redundant, and they are full of stubbornness; they fall into dust cages and have a collection of books. He Bian is like a cloud of people ⑽, for rough use, and suddenly performs extraordinary functions. The bamboo sticks are stirring, the fishing sun is busy, and I am thinking about the sad man. Don't ask for a long tassel, just take the talent of a genius, and the sword roars in the west wind. I hate climbing mountains and facing water. I send Qixiantong in my hand and watch my return home.
The Lower Que has been completed, and thousands of literary energy are already rippling, but only Song Mu among them can be seen shouting angrily at this moment.
Li Dong and Du Xianyin were both pushed away by Song Mu's momentum, but finally saw Song Mu start writing again.
The title of the poem has been decided, it is "Six States Songtou·Young Chivalry"!
At this moment, the rainbow light bursts out, and the lyrics written by Song Mu arouse boundless literary power. This poem seems to be full of Song Mu's anger, and it is the ups and downs of Song Mu's life!
Countless people saw the flames, and heard Song Mu's roar among the rising flames.
"Zhao Feng, show up! It's time for you to pay the blood debt of the past!"
Like thunder exploding in the ears of thousands of people, countless people in brocade clothes suddenly jumped out from all over the attic. The leader of the group released a Jinshi aura and shouted angrily.
"The Qingtian Guards, Yan Yan, is tasked by His Majesty to capture the traitors of the human race!"
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This chapter has been revised again and again, sorry for being a little late.
