I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 9 The handed down and prosperous poetry!

"This...is this Xingwen poem?"

Among the school of Shiyang County, where culture was surging, the scholar who had just been pierced by a ribbon of culture slowly opened his eyes, and said these words tremblingly.

Xingwen poetry is a higher level of poetry than the poetry of exhorting learning. This type of poetry cannot form offensive power, but it can cultivate the literary power of literati and make the literary power more pure and strong.

And just now that ribbon of outstanding talent passed through his body, this Lu Xiucai, who had only obtained the rank of scholar two years ago, only felt that the literary power wandering all over his body was completely condensed and formed, and now it was flowing like a trickle.

Lu Xiucai's tears fell all at once.

At the age of [-], I tried my best to get the scholar's degree at the bottom, but the literary strength that I tried my best to condense is extremely weak and slender, and it may collapse at any time.

This year's exam, I have already given up my mind, I just waited to be removed from the scholar's position, but I didn't expect...

Lu Xiucai's eyes slowly turned to Song Mu in the field, and saw that countless ribbons of literary spirit were passing out of a person's body at this moment, then gathered in the sky, and then slowly fell into Song Mu's body.

Almost everyone looked at Song Mu at that moment, feeling overwhelmed.

Watching poetry today, unexpectedly got such a chance!
The college examination is coming soon, and everyone is boosted by the sudden literary spirit, the literary spirit of a child, and the literary strength of a scholar all have their strengths.

Moreover, this Xingwen poem titled County Schoolmates, if someone recites it in the future, there will be a steady stream of literary spirit distributed to those present today.

This is almost a great blessing!
Many people respected Song Mu at this moment, and even felt a little admiration and admiration in their hearts, which was a little less contemptuous than before.

This is the courage of the century-old cultural heritage home!

The poems Song Mu wrote today are enough to continue the Song family's culture. These poems already have a bit of Confucianism!
"Hahaha, good good, good ones come from generations of talented people! One good sentence has been in the limelight for hundreds of years! I, Xun, have been studying for forty years, and I can see such a spectacle here. It's wonderful and happy!"

At that time, Master Xun laughed suddenly, and the laughter resounded throughout the county school, and the joyful meaning was beyond words.

I saw Master Xun walking quickly in front of Song Mu, looked at the poem written on the paper, and said immediately: "Original poems that revitalize the text are outstanding, and this is a great achievement in enlightenment!"

"Song Mu, this poem of yours will definitely be placed in Dengwen Pavilion in the county!"

Song Mu was dumbfounded, his expression stunned.

And Kong Zong, who had just woken up from his strong literary spirit, bowed his hands and saluted Song Mu at the moment.

"Brother Song, this poem is yours for my Kong family!"

"Thank you, classmate Song!"

The next moment, many scholars in the courtyard also cupped their hands and said, all of them looked excited.

Only Pan Wenhao, Qi Dazuo and others who stood among them were pale at the moment.

The poem just now was full of literary energy, and countless literary energy overflowed. It passed through everyone with ribbons, but bypassed himself and the others. Seeing so many young students and scholars respect Song Mu so much, Pan Wenhao felt his face was hot the pain.

Prospering poetry, full of talents, even in Li Du's poems, how many can do it?
This is a masterpiece!

With this kind of poetry in the body, not to mention the magnanimity of the future writing career, even the current college examination, you will be more confident.

But this opportunity, I missed it!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

A follower was standing behind Pan Wenhao and weeping in a low voice, as if he knew what he had missed, and he felt extremely regretful.

And this voice made Pan Wenhao and Qi Dazuo pale even more, and they let out a sharp breath, flung their sleeves and walked away.

Song Mu in the arena bowed his hands to his classmates and teachers, and then to the northern sky, then carefully took off the Tongsheng's letter from his waist, and pressed it on the white paper, and suddenly appeared on the pure white bamboo paper Song Mu's name.

Following Song Mu's fall, the paper floated out of thin air, and the characters on it were shining brightly. The white paper was lifted into the air and swept away. It passed through Shiyang County in the low air, and landed on the roof of a main building on the city tower.

A ray of colored light flashed across the sky during the day, and almost all the people in Shiyang County could see it clearly, and they all exclaimed in amazement.

The vision of Wencheng is the pride of scholars in this era.

It is rumored that in the city of talented scholars, some people specially choose the day of this kind of vision to hold weddings, and the countless cultural visions can also make a career.

In the county school, Master Xun has already dismissed a group of young scholars, allowing them to take this opportunity to stabilize their literary spirit and strength. Song Mu was dragged to the study room, and Kong Zong carefully copied the two poems written by Song Mu just now. The poem was saved with a serious face.

Until this time, no one noticed Li Mo'er's expression standing beside the table.

There was light in Li Mo'er's eyes at the moment, but her face was a bit swollen, and she stood in a daze, looking at the direction Song Mu left, and muttered to herself.

"Li Du's poems have been handed down thousands of times, but you have taken away a whole scholar's cultural heritage with one sentence. Hmph, now it's Daddy who wants to blame me."

Li Mo'er said so, her small eyes were somewhat unwilling, and there was a strange light in her eyes, and she said softly.

"Shiyang Song Family, Song Mu."

……

Song Mu, who had made a big noise, was standing in Master Xun's study at the moment, feeling the strange changes brought about by the "Tong Jian of Ancient and Modern Poems" in his body, watching the pages of the book above slowly emerge. poetry.

This is a drum battle poem, full of talent.

And this poem is actually "On Poetry Part Two" written by Zhao Yi, another poet of the Qing Dynasty.

This poem is not very popular, but the line "Generation of talented people come out, each leading the way for hundreds of years" is really too bold, which was once Song Mu's life motto.

Just now Li Mo'er asked him to chant people, Song Mu thought for a moment, and felt that to praise Kong Zong in his own capacity, what he made was a bit ridiculous, and it would be better to love the house and Wu and turn it into a poem chanting scholars.

After all, no matter what, Kong Zong was also a scholar.

At that time, Song Mu still felt that writing this poem was too unruly, and he purposely accused the north, but he didn't expect such a scene after the poem was completed.

I also benefited a lot from it, with the abundant cultural energy entering my body, Song Mu suddenly felt that his body was a little stronger, and the root cause of the disease left over from the previous days seemed to be cured.

A poem actually made me feel like I was born again.

In this strange era, the unique literary spirit and literary power.

Moreover, the ancient book finally began to be wrapped in layers of literary spirit, constantly nourishing himself.

The beauty of it made Song Mu a little bit amazed.

While Song Mu was appreciating the benefits these things brought him, Master Xun coughed and looked up at Song Mu.

"Should I say that this is the revival of the Song family's cultural heritage, or that you, Song Mu, are no longer Song Mu?"

When Master Xun said this, Song Mu's heart tightened, but he heard Master Xun shaking his head.

"In the past, you were as ugly as a stream stone. I thought your Song family's cultural heritage was going to decline. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it."

Master Xun sighed like this, but took a book from the shelf and handed it directly to Song Mu. Song Mu stepped forward and took it with both hands. It was a commentary on "Poetry".

"Your Song family has always read a lot of books. I don't think mine can compare to what the Song family has accumulated for a hundred years. However, my "Annotation to the Complete Poems" was annotated by Jin Ke Zhuangyuan Lang when he was a scholar ten years ago. The meaning is quite easy to understand, and the interpretation is ingenious, which can be regarded as my reward for you today."

Master Xun said lightly, but he was already very satisfied with Song Mu in his words.

Song Mu breathed a sigh of relief at the moment. Just now, he thought that Master Xun saw that he was not the original Song Mu. When he saw the other party giving him something, Song Mu also thanked him repeatedly.

I don't have much relationship with Master Xun, but after all, the other party cares about me, so I have to be more polite.

But as soon as the words fell, Master Xun's expression suddenly became serious.

"Your matter today will surely spread throughout Shiyang and even Jizhou Prefecture, but you don't have to worry, Li Du Shizong will not do anything to you for such a poem, on the contrary, there are some people around you that you have to pay attention to .”

Song Mu blinked his eyes, his heart moved, and Master Xun said as expected.

"Of course you know who it is, but let me say one more thing. After all, you have the blood of the Song family in your body, and you have also learned the knowledge left by the Song family. When your ancestors wrote books and biography, staring at that thing , I think more than one and a half."

"When you emerge today, some people will not be able to sit still, remember, remember."

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　Put a bowl and ask for tickets, all kinds of tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)