I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 880 Letter of Invitation

What the Han family did was shocking.

In just a moment, the atmosphere of the scene was completely ignited. Many literati were eager to show off their literary talent here, and even more wanted to make a name for themselves.

So almost immediately, many literati gathered in front of the temple again.

At this moment, everyone is writing and writing, leaving behind various poems, songs, and articles. Some of them praise virtues and virtues, and there are also some who use literature to make things easier. Some of them are unique, but they only write a few words, but what they say makes people laugh or cry.

Such a chaotic situation only lasted for a moment, and suddenly there was movement.

A wave of literary energy rippled out instantly, and someone in the audience exclaimed.

"Someone has written a brilliant poem!"

As he said this, everyone around him also looked around, only to see a middle-aged scholar smiling and cupping his hands around him. Han Yuchen also lowered his head to look at the article written by the other person, stroking his beard slightly at this moment.

Some people were vying to be the first, and naturally some people were also holding back their energy, so almost in a moment, someone was writing talented poems one after another. The most powerful one was already full of talents, which was amazing.

Kong Lun, who was watching, couldn't help it, and immediately said to Song Mu.

"Brother Song, why not give it a try? This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Song Mu smiled slightly and just spoke in harmony.

"Song's head is empty today, let's see again."

When Kong Lun saw Song Mu's words, he didn't force anything at the moment. He just gave his hand and he and Han Li couldn't wait to squeeze to the front of the temple. Kong Lun, who was walking in the front, even got the pen and ink.

As the talented poems continued to emerge, the enthusiasm of the people around him was also aroused. Song Mu could hear some good poems from time to time, and he couldn't help but nod his head when he felt the subtleties.

But at this moment, Song Mu suddenly felt a movement in his heart, and found that the Wenwen Tourmaline he was carrying around his body was shaking at this moment, and immediately there was a Wenli force in the scene that suddenly dispersed.

This literary force fluctuated rapidly, immediately attracting the attention of the people around him.

"You are so talented! This is a top-notch lyric."

"Man Jiang Hong·Congratulations on the completion of Han Wengong Temple, who wrote this?"

There was already a scholar at the front of the temple who couldn't wait to recite this poem. Everyone around him was curious after hearing it, and Song Mu also looked up.

The person who wrote this poem was none other than Kong Lun, who was now offering his hands to the surrounding people with a look of complete pride on his face.

This poem can be regarded as an excellent work. Although the title of the poem is Manjianghong, the content not only misses the past deeds of Han Wengong, but also represents the current predicament of Chaozhou City. It also borrows the allusions of Song Mu's battles on the battlefield to give the poem the finishing touch. .

This is why Song Mu can feel the vibration of Wenwen Tourmaline.

Seeing this, Song Mu had to nod his head in approval. As a disciple of the Song Ci Sect, Kong Lun's behavior was a bit rough and arrogant, but his ability was enough to be worthy of his status as a disciple of the Ci Sect.

Sure enough, people around him heard that Kong Lun was a disciple of the Song Ci Sect and was here to help fight against the demons. For a time, they were full of complimentary words.

The atmosphere in the venue was pushed to its climax at this moment. Many literati were racking their brains to write an extraordinary poem, but no one could surpass Kong Lun's masterpiece.

Even Han Yuchen was holding the poem and watching it over and over again, and he liked it very much.

"Sure enough, I still have a profound foundation in Ci. With this kind of Ci writing, given time, I can expect to be a Jinshi."

Han Yuchen did not hesitate to praise him, and the people around him also echoed his praise.

"Yes, the Song Ci Sect is a first-class large sect. If the war ends in the future, I will go and appreciate the elegance of such a large sect."

"Let's go together!"

Many people followed suit. Song Mu just stood on one side and saw this situation, but Han Li came over at this time.

"Brother Song, I didn't treat you well today. I just told my ancestor about your help, and my ancestor also said that he wanted to meet you." Song Mu did not refuse at this moment, and came to Han Yuchen under the leadership of Han Li. .

Han Yuchen was chatting with Kong Lun at the moment. Although Kong Lun was very modest, he could not hide the excitement on his face. He did not change the subject until he saw Song Mu arriving.

After the two explained this, Han Yuchen looked at Song Mu with a startled expression.

After all, Song Mu looks so young, but he has strong ability to recruit people. He is really young and promising, so he said with a smile and raised his hand.

"Song Xiaoyou is so powerful at such a young age. I think he will definitely have a bright future in the future."

Song Mu just handed over his hand and responded modestly.

At this time, Tao Changqing came up from nowhere. When Kong Lun's disciples saw him coming forward, they wanted to introduce him to Song Mu, but they never thought that Tao Changqing just waved his hand.

"I have already met Mr. Song, and I really appreciate the scene outside the city gate today."

The ancestors of the Han family and Kong Lun were surprised when they heard that Tao Changqing actually commented on Song Mu like this, and they seemed to have known each other. At the same time, their opinions of Song Mu took a new level.

Being able to get acquainted with a Hanlin scholar, and seem to be deeply appreciated, Song Mu was no longer that simple, and it even made Kong Lun and others believe that Song Mu was a disciple of a certain poetry sect.

Song Mu just smiled and cupped his hands, when Tao Changqing suddenly spoke.

"I think Mr. Song is not in high spirits today, but he still hasn't been able to express his talents?"

Song Mu said nothing, but Tao Changqing's eyes shone with anticipation.

"Why don't you use this beautiful scenery today and also write a book for the sages?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several people present lit up. Kong Lun and others were looking forward to this, but Han Yuchen was surprised that this was Tao Changqing's suggestion.

Moreover, there was a bit of expectation and joy in his words.

This inevitably made him feel a little hopeful for a while.

Song Mu naturally knew that this was the article that Tao Changqing expected him to write. He looked up at the crowd and then at the surrounding courtyard. He felt touched in his heart and nodded.

Seeing Song Mu's agreement, Tao Changqing was overjoyed for a moment, and immediately called for pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

And everyone was surprised when they saw this situation.

I feel that this city lord is a bit abnormal.

The people around who were already losing interest were surprised when they saw that they were writing, ink, paper and inkstones again at this moment, and saw a young man standing in front of the city lord and the ancestor of the Han family.

"Who is this person?"

Everyone was unaware, but at this time, pens, ink, paper and inkstones had been placed beside Song Mu, and Tao Changqing was standing to one side.

Song Mu saw these things after a long time, but his heart felt calm, and he said in a deep voice to the people around him.

"Today is such a happy day, and as the Lord of the City has said, Song will give it a try."

After saying this, Song Mu reached for his pen and dipped it in ink, then raised his head and glanced at the temple in front of him. At this moment, he seemed to have a clear idea in his mind.

Under the attention of everyone, Song Mu wrote.

"Inscription on Han Wengong Temple."

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(End of this chapter)