I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 73 Poems

"Three emperors and five emperors, Qin Huang Han Wu, Tang Zong Wen Zu, their achievements are unrivaled."

"Flying generals shake the world, martial saints stop fighting, generals always win, and make meritorious deeds on the battlefield."

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Song Mu put pen to ink, but this Fu is Song Mu's original work.

When Song Mu was just a graduate student, Song Mu wrote this fu in a literary competition for college students. Although he only won a silver medal, it can be regarded as a bit of literary talent.

This is also the reason why Song Mu dared to show off. After all, such a fu that can be recognized by the literature professor should not embarrass himself too much here.

Song Mu also wanted to take this opportunity to experiment, whether he could achieve the level of talents without borrowing from other people's poems and songs.

And as paragraphs of text appeared, Song Mu also felt that his writing was smoother, and he even felt very comfortable in his heart.

This strange feeling surged into his heart again, and Song Mu immediately knew that there might be some clues to all this, and when Song Mu finished writing the last sentence, a white mist suddenly rose from his pen.

Seeing the surge of talent, although it is not very strong, Song Mu is determined at the moment.

Sure enough, what I wrote can also bring about such an effect.

"Eternal Hero Fu"

Song Mu wrote the name of the last Fu on it, and suddenly there was a surge of talent above him, and Song Mu also picked up his pen, feeling the surge of literary energy.

Three buckets of talent.

It was beyond Song Mu's expectation.

And as the literary energy began to surge, the literary stars on the altar also began to surge, but this time it was only the literary stars.

After the second movement, Wen Xing's rippling green light came towards Song Mu, but this time, Song Mu felt a different change.

Just like the scene seen at that chaotic night in Shiyang County, light began to appear on the Fu in front of him.

Although the light was not very dazzling, it still shot up to the sky. In the light, Song Mu saw phantoms of statues gushing out of it.

Among them, there are figures of gold and iron horses, they surge in the light, and then slowly dissipate.

But Song Mu's heart was suddenly filled with pride.

"What is that?! Is it a vision?!"

The soaring vision quickly surpassed the courtyard wall of the examination institute, and the people watching outside the courtyard quickly noticed the appearance of this phantom.

This is the first most obvious and huge phantom they have seen today.

"It's people who are transformed in this vision. This beam of light is so big, and there are so many transformations in it. What kind of articles and poems are written?"

Someone exclaimed immediately, and someone stroked his beard and said that the old god was there.

"It should be a good poem about chanting people, and judging from the appearance, it is estimated that the poem is not bad."

Hearing this explanation, everyone nodded immediately, and soon they were attracted by other visions.

Now at this moment, the entire exam hall is very lively, almost every exam room in it is constantly gushing out literary energy, and these literary energy attracts literary stars, and literary stars bring up the literary energy between heaven and earth, and suddenly Let the whole examination hall have a lot of visions.

This kind of scene naturally attracted the amazement of all the people, and the vision that filled the sky made people exclaim incessantly.

And Zhang Yiqi, who had just watched a surge of vision light, let out a sigh of relief at this moment, looked at the wall next to him with some tears and laughter, with a bit of helplessness on his face, shook his head and continued to write his poems.

"That's right, counting now, there are almost seventy scholars, one out of ten, the quality of this year's students is pretty good!"

When Qiu Buchu saw the situation below, he immediately showed admiration. It could be seen that he was very satisfied with the situation in the examination room this time.

And Fan Tixue also nodded, if he got good grades in the college examination this year, his own evaluation could also be rated as excellent.

"It's time for Shen Shi, and now this vision, I'm afraid it's all inspired by poetry?"

When Qiu Buchu said so, Fan Tixue beside him also nodded his head.

"It seems to be true, but speaking of the phantom in the beam of light that soared to the sky just now, it is impressive. Although it is just a literary move, it must have a good rhetoric."

As the two commented in this way, the teachings around them also whispered. The current situation is the best way to see the teaching level of various institutions.

Ouyang Hong was also looking forward to it at this moment. There should be students from Shiyang County among the continuous bursts of noise.

Now what Ouyang Hong is looking forward to more is Song Mu. Song Mu was already a blockbuster yesterday. If he can make further progress today, then maybe he will be among the top three in the hospital examination this time.

If he can enter the top three, then his evaluation and past efforts will be rewarded.

Thinking of this, Ouyang Hong unconsciously looked out of the window, towards the direction of the examination room.

But at this time, a violent fluctuation came from the examination room, and the literary star hanging high began to tremble violently. At this moment, plum blossoms are blooming on the roof, and the fragrance of the flowers is overflowing, and the garden is full of fragrance.

Even Ouyang Hong felt it unconsciously, the fragrance of the flowers was so refreshing, it really fascinated people.

All the officials were stunned for a moment, and then looked at the examination institute with surprise on their faces, and asked in surprise.

"Whose house is it, with such a dark fragrance of plum blossoms, it should be a poem with four or five talents?"

One person opened his mouth to ask, and immediately someone asked the little official to inquire about the situation of the test house.

And soon, the little official announced his name.

"It's Cui Kexing from Taihe County."

"Taihe County! That talented poet?"

Someone spoke at that moment, with a bit of surprise and disbelief on his face, but the Taihe County edict straightened his body, smiling and stroking his beard among all the edicts.

The other teachings are also showing envy at the moment. This is the second time today that the literary stars have moved up and down. Now there are nearly ten scholars in Taihe County. This time, Taihe County has won the first place in the college examination.

"Everyone, it's really a fluke. Cui Xingxing has always been good at poetry and prose, so he can be regarded as lucky."

When the Taihe county decree said so, the other people didn't feel any embarrassment on their faces, they just shook their heads helplessly.

After all, they all know that Cui Kexing has been hailed as a poetry prodigy since he was a child. He has written talented poems in the county and government examinations before. understandable.

It's just that such a good seedling didn't come from his own county.

Everyone thought this way, but Zhan Bo, the instructor of Wan'an County, rolled his eyes a few times, and then suddenly smiled and looked at Ouyang Hong who was a little surprised on the other side.

"Master Ouyang, just now, did you think that this was a poem written by students from your county?"

When everyone heard what the Wan'an County teaching said, they all turned to look at Ouyang Hong on the other side.

Everyone also remembered again that Shiyang County has recently produced a great talent in poetry, and Song Mu has been published in the world's literary magazines twice in a row, and is a famous figure in the world.

But at the moment when Zhan Bo said such words, it was obviously a bit of a joke.

After all, it seems that students from Shiyang County have not seen any poems with huge visions written by them.

The expression on Ouyang Hong's face was also very ugly, but he snorted coldly at the moment, and simply did not respond to the other party.

On the other side, Song Mu, who was about to write a pen in the examination hall, also felt this strange fragrance.

Song Mu looked up, only to see that somewhere in the inner circle was full of flowers, and the fragrance of the flowers was tangy, obviously a very good poem appeared there, and such a huge vision appeared under the drive of Wen Xing.

Smelling the refreshing fragrance of flowers, Song Mu immediately grinned.

Normally, such a vision would require at least very powerful poetry to be able to achieve it, but here, with the blessing of literary stars, the conditions for triggering the vision have been lowered, in order to help students understand the meaning of it more deeply. artistic conception, so as to better stabilize the realm.

Song Mu was a little envious, but at the moment he put away his mind and began to think with all his strength, and prepared to write two poems well to help him break through again.

Song Mu fixed the white paper with a paperweight, and then raised the pen to ink gently.

"It's been hard work, and there are few stars around..."

When Song Mu wrote the first sentence, there was a surge of literary energy, but Song Mu's pen could not continue.

Needless to say, the quality of Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing Ling Ding Yang", but the problem is that none of the things in it can match the current self.

The first sentence means that Wen Tianxiang was selected as an official by the imperial court after he passed the imperial examination through familiarity with reading and proficiency.

And the next few sentences are even more vague. They all describe the situation of the Song and Yuan wars, and Wen Tianxiang's remorse for the defeat and fear of the future do not match the current scene.

You can't copy poems randomly. Even if the last sentence is widely circulated in later generations, it is not suitable for writing now. Song Mu shook his head and tore off the blank paper.

Taking another breath, Song Mu pondered in his mind for a moment, and finally came up with a new answer. He smiled knowingly and came to the conclusion.

"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost."

"So far I miss Xiang Yu, but I refuse to cross Jiangdong."

"Remembering Xiang Yu"

After the title of the poem was written, Song Mu raised his eyebrows immediately.

At that moment, what surged on the paper was not a strong literary spirit, but a stream of real water ripples.

These water ripples are different from yesterday's vision of the scriptures, and now they are rippling, making Song Mu's heart tremble.

At the same time, the altar in the center of the examination room also changed again.

Seeing waves surging one after another, Song Mu suddenly felt a sudden change in the power of thought in his mind.

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