I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 8 Handed down poems!

A group of scholars in the courtyard were looking at the "Moss" written by Song Mu on the paper with great interest, but Pan Wenhao, Qi Dazuo and others who surrounded them later showed a bit of astonishment and gloom on their faces.

They didn't expect Song Mu to actually write it out.And it seems that the poems written by the people next to him are not as good as him.

Song Mu, who had just absorbed a huge literary spirit, was overjoyed.

Because the "Tong Jian of Ancient and Modern Poems" in his mind slowly turned a page, and a few lines of handwriting slowly appeared on the page after the annotations of Song's ancient classics.

Song Mu had a faint feeling in his heart that as long as he wanted, this poem could be used by him immediately.

The few lines of handwriting that were revealed were the poem I just wrote, but at the end of the poem, there was a line of small characters appended.

Auxiliary battle poetry, four fights of talent.

Auxiliary poem?Talented?

Song Mu was stunned for a moment, this is obviously a poem about chanting things.How could it be an auxiliary battle poem?Are there any poems in this category in ancient times?
Song Mu can understand that talent is fourfold. This is the way to measure the literary talent of articles and poems. The peak of talent is eightfold, and the poems can be handed down for generations.

Song Mu felt a little strange, and kept recalling what the original owner had learned in the past. In the past, there were introductions in county studies and ancient books of the Song family. Since the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, Wen power was used to fight.

If a literati wants to gather literary power, he should first be full of literary energy.

Literary energy comes from reading and studying ancient and modern articles and works, and it can also come from articles and poems written by literati. What Tongsheng is trying to teach is just a scholar's reading qualifications to find out whether he can absorb the humanistic spirit of heaven and earth.

And only Tong Sheng, who is full of literary power, can write an article in the imperial examination, gather literary power in one fell swoop, and step into the literati road.

After condensing literary power, it is to control literary power. Great Confucianists created short sentences in poems, songs and Fu as weapons.

As a result, many poetic schools, poetic schools, and literati can use this to defend against the enemy, and they can also use this to command hundreds of soldiers to fight.

And the prerequisite for really doing all this is to have a scholarly title.

A scholar with a literary position can enter the hall, gather literary power, and write poems!

But now that I am a child, can I faintly use this poem?

Song Mu felt a little strange in his heart, but he also came to a conclusion that such poems must be useful to him.

After all, no one would be bothered by the increase in their hole cards!

Song Mu was shocked for a moment, and then returned to calm. He looked around. Master Xun was already admiring Song Mu's poem. Seeing Song Mu looking at him, he reached out and handed the poem over.

"Yes, Not Bad."

"not bad!"

Master Xun praised him, and all the talented students next to him were a little surprised. Everyone knew how Master Xun behaved. If you want to get a good from Master Xun as a student, it almost represents Master Xun. Totally approved of Song Mu.

Even Master Xun agrees that Song Mu's poem about things is good?

Both Pan Wenhao and Qi Dazuo were dumbfounded, and Qi Dazuo even murmured something.

"This only seedling took a trip to Yanggang, is it really enlightened?"

Pan Wenhao snorted coldly, and said in a low voice, "It's just luck. In today's exam scene, he must come up with one or two poems that are at the bottom of the box."

After all, he is a child of the Wenmai Song family, no matter how unbearable he is, there will always be a few good poems.

Qi Dazuo also nodded with deep satisfaction. Pan Wenhao saw that Master Xun was already examining other people's poems and hitting the board one by one. At this moment, he squinted at Song Mu.

"It's Tong Sheng's limit to make a four-dou talent poem, and I don't believe he can come up with another similar poem."

While Pan Wenhao was thinking about it, Li Moer over there had already finished reading Song Mu's poems, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Perhaps it is because the poems Song Mu writes now are completely different from his performance before.

"Could Mr. Song be hiding his clumsiness just now?"

Li Moer suddenly asked this question, Li Moer's eyes narrowed even more, and she looked at Song Mu expectantly.

Song Mu had just returned to his senses from the state just now, and now he was somewhat interested in the situation of the ancient book, so seeing Li Mo'er's appearance, he just grinned.

And next to him, Master Xun had already finished testing and teaching the poems of these seven or eight children, and now he turned around and looked at Song Mu.

"Song Mu, it seems that you have a few tricks."

Having said that, Master Xun let out a deep breath and spoke immediately.

"Then let's start the second song."

"The imperial examination is not only about chanting poems. For the second poem, you should sing about the classmates around you."

Master Xun said very straightforwardly, as if he had already drawn up this topic in his heart.

Song Mu and others were surprised when they heard that, Kong Zong also took a look at Song Mu, and then smiled wryly.

On the other hand, Li Mo'er, who was next to him, was quite interested when he heard this topic, and nodded his head immediately.

"Master, this topic is wonderful."

Song Mu also looked at Li Mo'er in astonishment, and then looked at Kong Zong, his mind went blank for a while.

Chanting things, expressing scenery and expressing aspirations, these are all good things to say, there is no definite question for me to chant my classmates, and now it is difficult for Song Mu to start.

Master Xun seemed very happy to see the sad faces of a few people, and other people on the field were also very interested.

In particular, several scholar teachers eagerly tried to write a line or two of poems, but they always felt that the conception was not good, so they shook their heads repeatedly.

Instead, they also looked at Song Mu and the others.

People are like this, once it is difficult to make something that they are very interested in, they like to see how others do it.

Regardless of whether the other party is deflated or successful, it is not me who is ashamed anyway.

Kong Zong next to him scratched his head and ears, but encouraged Song Mu who had just written a good poem.

"Brother Song, believe in yourself, you can just write, don't be tied down."

"Yeah, write it quickly, we want to see it too."

The others also booed, all of them were full of interest.

Song Mu also sighed, he could only rely on the things he remembered in his mind in the past.

After finishing speaking, Song Mu stretched out his hand to grind the ink, pondered in his heart, muttered in his mouth, and frowned tightly, looking like he had no clue.

Kong Zong was also a little uncomfortable studying ink, thinking that it was too difficult for the master to ask this question.

At this time, Song Mu Yanmo's hand suddenly paused, and then he raised his eyes to look at Li Mo, and then turned around slowly, bowing his hands respectfully towards the north.

"Li Sheng, Du Sheng, Xiaosheng is being abrupt today."

Seeing Song Mu saluting so respectfully, and still saluting to the already consecrated Li Du family, everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they looked at Song Mu even more puzzled.

After bowing and bowing, Song Mu turned around and picked up the pen, dipped it in ink and dropped it, black marks appeared quickly on the white paper, slightly unfamiliar calligraphy kept appearing, and lines of seven-character poems appeared vividly on the paper.

A scholar hurriedly approached, and immediately opened his mouth to read.

"Li Du's poems have been handed down thousands of times, and they are no longer new."

"There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years!"

The poem was blurted out, but everyone's eyes suddenly widened a bit, and the children who had just dipped their ink in the ink and were about to write their pens were also taken aback suddenly, and a needle could be heard in the field.

But Pan Wenhao raised his eyebrows suddenly, and immediately shouted in the crowd.

"Bold! Song Mu, how dare you insult Saint Li and Du so provocatively!"

Pan Wenhao just felt extremely excited, and seemed to have grasped Song Mu's pain at this moment.

He couldn't help but say that, since the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, the best way to control the enemy is to use short poems, and if you want to make the attack powerful, the poems you use must be very talented.

Li Bai's poems are romantic yet chivalrous, and every sentence is sharp. A "Xia Ke Xing" once killed countless monsters.

Du Fu's poems are melancholy and frustrating, full of enthusiasm, and are also the favorite of scholars all over the world.

The human race has fought against demons for decades, and there will be hundreds of years of the Wen Dynasty in the world. Countless literati in the world love to use Li Du's poems for imperial power. With the nourishment of the years, Li and Du's two poet schools are now the best in ancient and modern times, and they are the first in the world.

Talented people all over the world want to learn from Li Du's articles, and countless literati regard Li Du's poetry as an existence they yearn for.

Because it is a peak of poetry and the mainstay of an era.

But now, a little boy actually uttered the remark of "I don't think it's new", which shocked everyone present.

"Song Mu, you dare to slander Li Du...huh?"

Pan Wenhao and Qi Dazuo immediately opened their mouths to criticize as if they had caught Song Mu's handle, but before the vicious words came out of their mouths, they stopped abruptly the next moment.

Because they suddenly saw a vast literary spirit surging from that white paper!

The literary energy between heaven and earth is surging wildly, the rich white air comes from the poem on the table, and at the same time, this vast white air begins to be surrounded by colorful lights!

"You are talented!"

"Handed down poems!"

"It's the saying that talented people come from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years!"

A scholar shouted, and raised his hand unconsciously.

"I feel that the literary power in my body is surging, and these talents are pouring into my body!"

The other talented students also exclaimed, all of them looked shocked at the moment, and Li Mo'er who was standing in front of Song Mu's desk was also slightly dazed.

And Master Xun stepped forward with a serious swing of his sleeves, and looked at Song Mu with a serious face, only to see that Song Mu had already written the title of the poem.

"Gift to Kong Zongxiong and Shiyang County Schoolmates on July [-]th"

After the title of the poem fell, the literary energy surging on the paper became even more terrifying, and this vast cultural energy turned into ribbons that first rushed into Kong Zong's body, and then passed through and scattered in all directions. Almost everyone in the field was swept away by the ribbons of talent Pass.

At that moment, the strong literary spirit made everyone's eyes change.

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