I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 79 Create Ci School in the Future! (Third watch for subscription)

Du Keqin's words can be described as extremely lethal.

Li Du Shizong is the most powerful literati sect in the world. His poems help the human race to prosper and stabilize the human race.

When the Taizu of the Wen Dynasty founded the country, he personally wrote Fu for these two poets, so that the literati all over the world respected Li Du's poetry sage.

Not only gave his poets endless glory and wealth, but also stripped a large piece of broken star from under the sky and directly made offerings to Li Du Wenmai.

This kind of grace, as well as Li Du Shizong's countless Jinshi Hanlin who have been awarded for hundreds of years, everyone knows what Du Keqin's words mean.

According to Song Mu's current achievements, if he enters the Du Fu School of Poetry, in time, he may be born as a Jinshi!
Scholars!It is already the realm that countless scholars dream of.

After speaking, the eyes of the surrounding scholars burst out with intense longing. At this moment, they all stared at Song Mu who stood silently in front of Du Keqin with swollen eyes.

Seeing that Song Mu hadn't made any response yet, they wished they were that Song Mu, kneeling down and accepting all of this.

Even Qiu Buchu's eyes burst into light at the moment, and he also hoped that Song Mu could enter the Shizong.

Because this opportunity is really precious, after all, the one who made this request is the head of Du's Poetry School, the semi-sage!

There was some commotion in the field, but Du Keqin just looked at Song Mu with a smile on his face, quietly waiting for Song Mu's answer.

He really fell in love with Song Mu. If it was said that he had just come here before, Du Keqin still had the idea of ​​supporting the younger generation of the old man in his heart, but at this moment, Du Keqin just fell in love with Song Mu, a piece of jade in the rough.

I don't dare to say whether the other party's attainments in poetry are unprecedented, but it is also unique, the meaning of the text is smooth, and Du Keqin can faintly feel the potential hidden in this young man.

So Du Keqin said this sentence sincerely, hoping that Song Mu would join Du's School of Poetry and become famous all over the world.

But Song Mu let out a deep breath at this moment, and raised his head to ask a question.

"Master Bansheng, you and your family ancestor are old friends, right?"

Du Keqin frowned slightly, but nodded slightly.

"Then what do you think I should do now?"

Song Mu's tone was calm, and he looked directly at Du Keqin and said.

The people next to him were already holding their breath, and they couldn't understand what Song Mu was doing.

Such a good thing, why not agree immediately.

But after hearing Song Mu's words, Du Keqin was pondering a little at the moment, and his usual leisurely face was even more thoughtful.

"You don't want to join my School of Poetry?"

For a moment, Du Keqin asked back like this, Song Mu showed no expression on his face, but nodded slowly.

Fan Tixue, who was standing behind Qiu Buchu, slapped his forehead suddenly, his face was full of regret.

However, Du Keqin's face was already somewhat relieved, and he stroked his beard immediately, nodded and said.

"This old man is being reckless. You are the descendant of Song Wenrong. Back then, he was one step closer to founding the School of Poetry, but..."

Duke paused, and said with some encouragement on his face.

"Little baby, then you have to prepare to study hard for a hundred years. Your ancestor's wish is not so easy to achieve."

Du Keqin's words are very emotional. Song Wenrong rose suddenly and was a strange star in the Wen Dynasty, but in the end he was tricked by fate and disappeared in a flash.

At that time, the Song family was only one step away from establishing a sect and establishing a sect, which would benefit future generations.

But at the moment when Song Mu asked Du Keqin in such a way, Du Keqin naturally understood the meaning immediately, and gave Song Mu a high look.

This young man is as passionate as his ancestor. This kind of person is not a golden scale in a pond.

Song Mu, who received Du Keqin's response like this, also had a bit of seriousness on his face at the moment. When Du Keqin said the invitation, Song Mu lost his mind at that moment, and even unconsciously encouraged himself to nod in his mind.

But immediately, Song Mu saw the ancient book in his mind, and saw the method of mind power left by his ancestor in this ancient book.

I am a descendant of the seventeenth generation of the Song family, and I have secret books such as my ancestors hiding.

Song Mu recalled that night, the meaningful gaze of Patriarch Xuying on the head of Shiyang County.

Being a scholar yesterday, Song Mu felt quite turbulent and uncertain in his heart, but Du Keqin's words at this moment gave Song Mu a firm goal in his heart.

That is to go down with the wish of the ancestors, lead the Song family to regroup, and announce the name in front of the palace in the future, and parade the street on horseback. In the future, like the semi-saint in front of him, he will come on the rainbow, shining brightly!
In this world from now on, everyone must remember the Song family!

Song Mu was determined in his heart, while Du Keqin nodded repeatedly.

"You can have such an ambition because you live up to the prestige of your ancestors. If you can create a school of poetry in the future, it will be a great story in the world!"

Du Keqin said this, but Song Mu raised his head and looked at him slightly.

"Why? Do you think this is not enough?" Du Keqin saw a bit of unwillingness in Song Mu's eyes, and asked immediately, but Song Mu shook his head.

"No, my lord Bansheng, today's Poetry School is at its peak. Song Mu is just clinging to some feathers and dare not dream about it."

"But you..." Duke paused for a moment, but suddenly understood, with a playful look on his face.

"Don't you want to build your reputation on words? Your words are really good!"

Song Mu didn't speak, but what he saw in his eyes revealed what he was thinking.

Du Keqin laughed again, but he was a little more cheerful than before, with an unprecedented excitement on his face.

"Do you still want to create an unprecedented family of ci? Although the ci in this world has already emerged, it is difficult, do you know?"

As Du Keqin said, his heart, which had been quiet for hundreds of years, regained some anticipation.

He wanted to see if this little scholar in front of him would really be able to create a family of words one day.

Ci Zong, that is the great cause of truly establishing a school!

"Good! This trip of the old man is not in vain, Ci Zong, if you can become the number one Ci Zong in the world, the name of your Song family in the world of Kyushu will definitely be there in the future!"

Having said that, Du Keqin seemed to have made a plan, only to see him step back a few steps, and suddenly the golden light on his body shrank.

The phantom's face became a little bit sharper, and the dignified and half-holy majesty was undoubtedly revealed.

"Song Mu, since you have such an ambition, and today's resonance poems, this old man will also give you a good fortune. In the future, you will turn into a golden dragon. Don't forget to toast this old man with a glass of wine first!"

As Du Keqin said this, the golden light scattered all over his body, replaced by a wave of obscure fluctuations, and the waves swayed in the front yard of the examination institute, and in the next moment, he saw countless poems leaking from his body All of them exuded golden light, surrounding Du Keqin.

At the same time, I don't know where the misty chanting came from, and in every sound were Du Fu's poems.

Qiu Buchu had already stretched out his hand to sweep away all the idlers and retreated one after another, leaving only Du Keqin and Song Mu in the compound.

Song Mu's heart was also shaken at this moment, looking at Du Keqin who was showing his power in front of him, his face was also full of surprise.

"Song Mu, today the old man will send you a rainbow light of Wen Dao, so that in the future, righteousness will be self-contained, and evil spirits will be avoided!"

As Du Keqin said this, he saw his hand stretched out, moving a few points among the countless gold characters rolling around in front of him, and then condensed into a sentence in front of Song Mu.

"The child does not talk, strange power and chaos".

The seven gold characters were shining brightly, Song Mu bowed to Du Keqin with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice.

"Song Mu will live up to the expectations of the semi-sages. He will be named on the gold list in the future, and Song Mu will kneel to the Shizong to thank him!"

Du Keqin uttered a few big and small sounds, and the golden characters poured into Song Mu's body, and then dissolved into the flesh and blood.

The brilliance dissipated in an instant, and Song Mu stood there with his eyes closed, feeling the mighty power of the rainbow light of Wen Dao, while Du Keqin's phantom had already soared into the sky.

In the distance, Qiu Buchu and others bowed to send them off one after another, but at that moment, Mr. Feng Ming's eyes met Du Keqin's from a distance, and Du Keqin's face was a bit ashamed.

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