Beside the wooden table, Qin Mo read the characters in his heart, and then his pen moved with his heart, and his talents surged like a sea tide, gathering on the tip of his pen.

The first two sentences are just a few strokes:

Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.

Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.

"This is, Qin Mo wants to write lyrics."

In the audience, many writers could tell after seeing Qin Mo start writing that Qin Mo wanted to write lyrics.

Ci, unlike poetry, has a big difference in the starting point, which can be seen at a glance.

Generally speaking, the more characters there are in a word, the more the meaning of the word becomes apparent.

But Qin Mo's poem is not like this. The first stroke is a ground-breaking sentence.

Zhong Shen stood up from his seat with a loud sound, and after just one sentence, he was shocked.

Li Dongchang unconsciously recited: "Ten years of life and death are so vast. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it."

After reading it only once, endless misery and sorrow hit me, and Li Dongchang was instantly inspired and inspired.

On the wooden table, Qin Mo didn't realize it at all. Drawn by his talent, Qin Mo's arm moved with the pen, and the bottom line jumped out on the paper:

Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly return to my hometown with a deep dream. I am dressing up outside the small Xuan window. They look at each other without saying anything, only a thousand tears. It is expected that my heart will be broken every year, and on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

In the upper palace, Qin's ink brush strokes are strong and powerful, and the ink moves like a dragon and a snake. When he reaches the lower palace, thousands of green silk threads wrap around his fingers softly.

After the last word fell, Qin Mo's hand seemed to lose its strength and could no longer hold the pen. His fingers stretched out and the pen rolled off his palm.

Buzz————

In an instant, the light shone and rose up, and all the fonts turned into golden patterns and jumped out of the paper, floating on the surface of the paper.

The entire competition area was silent.

"This is a poem handed down from ancient times." Mo Wu's mentor was shocked.

You guys, treat yourself as a human being, right?

A famous literary master looked at Qin Mo like a ghost, unable to help himself.

In the first two poems, Qin Mo's performance was good. At least it was within the normal range, and they could accept it.

But this poem shines with golden light, and the handwriting turns into golden patterns. It looks like a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation.

Is this really an exchange match?

Isn't it the appearance of a certain great Confucian master or national sage?

The tutors from Jinling Academy and Tianjing Academy even thought of admitting defeat on the spot.

This is nothing but shit. Isn’t it embarrassing to stand on the stage?

These students are here to compete, not to seek abuse.

It will be spread out tomorrow. In the exchange competition, Shenwu will appear in poems handed down from generation to generation. Jinling Academy and Tianjing Wu are mostly the background.

How embarrassing, it can easily become a legendary background board.

Except for the students and instructors from the three universities of Mowu, Jinling and Tianjing, the other martial arts masters were simply immersed in Qin Mo's poem and could not extricate themselves.

A writer cried with joy and said: "Holy miracle, holy miracle, it must be the blessing of the 'Martial Saint''s will, otherwise Qin Mo would not have been able to write this poem that has been handed down from generation to generation."

The literary master next to him pursed his lips and said: "Holy miracles are nothing. The 'Martial Saint' is not the 'National Saint'. Will Qin Mo still be able to compose poems that will be handed down for generations?"

"Clear your head."

They are writers, not disciples of a cult. Do they believe this?

Even a pure martial artist was drawn into it after seeing this poem. It can be seen at a glance that Qin Mo chose a very brief emotion in the "Martial Saint" character chronicle as the title.

This poem.

In the biography of "Martial Saint", the relationship between him and his wife is not too ups and downs, but even if it is not introduced much, everyone can see that "Martial Saint" loved his wife very much, and his wife died in the demon space.

The 'Martial Saint' entered the demon space alone, killed countless demons, and wanted to bring back his wife's body.

In the crowd, Lin Youyin stood on tiptoes, tried her best to look in the direction of Qin Mo, and murmured: "Ten years of life and death are so vast. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it."

Just like Die Lianhua written by Qin Mo during the imperial examination, this poem had a far greater impact on Lin Youyin than ordinary poems.

Use the most bold words to describe the most delicate emotions, and use them in the character of the "Martial Saint". The martial artist also has a chivalrous heart and a soft heart. It can also be paired with the eternal song of "Ten years of life and death, without thinking, will never be forgotten".

On the trial bench, Li Dongchang's blood surged all over his body, and his energy was released. He turned towards Qin Mo's poem, wanting to get a closer look at this handed down poem, but the paper did not move at all under the energy of a martial arts master.

Li Dongchang quickly stood up from his seat and read it himself.

Once you get the word, it is as heavy as a thousand pieces.

Li Dongchang almost lost his balance, "It's so heavy."

The poems handed down from ancient times are indeed unusual.

Although Li Dongchang is a martial artist and guards the demon space all year round, due to his status, he has seen many golden sentences and quatrains in his life.

Only the poems handed down from ancient times have never been witnessed by him.

Now, I see it.

After reading it three times in a row, Li Dongchang felt that his blood was surging. This feeling cannot be explained in words. Great love leaves no trace.

Li Hansha was also there. His arm suddenly lost strength, as if he no longer had the courage to lift a pen.

Wan Zhaorong was silent for a moment, then raised her head to look at the tutor from Jinling Academy in the audience. The meaning in her eyes was very clear. She was not sure that she could compose a comparable poem. Even under Qin Mo's poem, any poem seemed pale and feeble.

The emotions of the 'Martial Saint' appear very dim and inconspicuous in the glorious deeds of his life, resisting demons and defending the human race.

But just such a deed that seemed to have no sense of existence was born in Qin Mo's pen and gave birth to a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation.

Shan Xin was overjoyed and said: "Legendary Poetry, this round, did our Emperor Wu win?"

On the competition stage, the three judges watched this "Martial Saint Ci" at the same time. They couldn't put it down and couldn't bear to put it down.

…

The examiner couldn't help but remind: "In five minutes, this round of exchange competition will be over."

Fang Ziheng heard this and complained: "Didn't it end when Qin Mo wrote this "Martial Saint Ci"?"

When Qin Mo wrote "Wu Sheng Ci", it was already over.

Indeed.

Qin Mo looked dumbly at the poems that were held by Zhong Shenxiu and Li Dongchang. It was completely guided by the characters that he wrote this masterpiece written by Dongpo. In terms of talent, Dongpo ranked in Qin Mo's heart.

Even above the poetry immortals, his writing style is as unrestrained as the ocean, and his poetry and lyrics are both outstanding.

This poem is especially fond of Qin Mo.

Five minutes later, the examiner announced the end of this round of exchange competition.

However, on the competition stage, the three literary masters Zhong Shenxiu, Li Dongchang, and Ma Daihua were not aware of it. They were still staring at this "Martial Saint Ci". Just a few minutes were not enough to observe it.

Li Hansha had a bitter look on his face. What kind of perversion is this that I have always wanted to surpass?

Is Qin Mo really a human being?
Chapter completed!