"No. 1 in Imperial Martial Arts."

"Just based on this poem that has been handed down from generation to generation, Emperor Wu should also take the first place."

In the crowd, a group of literary masters were still unsatisfied. If they didn't want Di Wu to win and were unhappy with Qin Mo before, everyone no longer harbored any prejudice in front of this poem handed down from generation to generation.

They are lucky to see a poem handed down from ancient times with their own eyes. Maybe they can only see it once in their lifetime.

Golden sentences are rare, and quatrains are even rarer.

There is not one poem handed down from generation to generation in ten years.

Today they saw it and witnessed it with their own eyes.

In the audience, there were still many people with wet eyes, murmuring: "Ten years of life and death are blurry. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it."

Although this poem handed down from generation to generation was created by Qin Mo with the emotion of "Martial Saint" as its theme.

But when they recited it, what appeared in their minds were not only their dead wives, relatives, brothers who fought side by side, students in martial arts schools, and alumni from the same school.

On hot posts on major forums, there is also a trend of commemorating the sacrifices of comrades in other dimensions.

This poem, especially the first two sentences, is not only used to commemorate emotions, but also to commemorate comrades in arms. It does not violate peace at all.

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It is quite surprising that Qin Mo had such a great influence on Dongpo's poems handed down from generation to generation, but there is no doubt that this poem is worthy of it, and so is Dongpo's.

Before Qin Mo and the others walked out of the playground, Qin Mo noticed Zhong Shenxiu and Li Dongchang coming hand in hand on the trial bench. Zhong Shenxiu said: "Qin Mo, congratulations."

Qin Mo quickly raised his hand and said: "Master Zhong, my manuscript."

Zhong Shenxiu pretended not to hear it and said very naturally: "Qin Mo, these poems of yours can be registered in "Shiji", and we will help you apply for registration."

I believe you as a ghost.

Qin Mo is now a student of Diwu and a mentor. He is no longer the novice in Jincheng. Will he be fooled by you?

But the expressions of Zhong Shenxiu and Li Dongchang are very clear. No matter what Qin Mo says, there is no reason to hand over the manuscripts they have obtained.

Li Dongchang asked with a smile: "Qin Mo, are you interested in joining our magic army after graduation?"

Fang Cheng on the side twitched the corner of his mouth.

The tutor of my Imperial Martial Academy is still here, openly poaching my Imperial Martial Arts, pretending that I don’t exist?

Even after graduation, Qin Mo wanted to join the Imperial Martial Army. How could he accept the invitation of your Demonic Martial Army?

Qin Mo's scalp was numb when he saw it, so he just had to bite the bullet and said: "Commander Li, Qin Mo has just entered the Imperial Martial Arts School and has not made any plans for the future."

With so many people here, Qin Mo didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Judging from Li Dongchang's appearance, he didn't look like he was deliberately trying to disgust Di Wu. He probably really invited him to join.

But for Qin Mo, it is obviously too early to talk about what will happen after graduation.

Li Dongchang said: "Don't worry, if you want to join our Demonic War Army, you can come to me at any time."

Ma Daihua also said: "Qin Mo, you have a great talent, don't forget to benefit the human race and write more martial arts articles."

The three of them all seemed very polite. Ordinary students might not be attracted to the three of them. Even if Qin Mo made a quatrain, the three of them might not come to Qin Mo personally. But the poems handed down from ancient times are too shocking.

After exchanging a few words, the three of them left together, leaving the remaining time to Di Wu to celebrate.

Li Dongchang was very interested in poaching Emperor Wu, so he called the military master and asked for Qin Mo's phone number before leaving with satisfaction.

In the three-day exchange competition, Diwu won two championships.

After walking out of the magic martial arts playground, people from the martial arts department and the magic sound department also gathered around.

Shan Xin said: "Qin Mo, now you've given it away, it's all a reward."

Major universities participate in exchange competitions. If students win the championship, the rewards are not small. Some schools will get rewards if they can advance to the second round. Of course, Imperial Martial Academy's requirements are stricter, but no matter how strict they are, they will win the championship.

Qin Mo is the biggest contributor to the two championships.

Of course they were envious, and they were also happy for Qin Mo. After all, they also had a champion behind Qin Mo. Even if they didn't contribute as much as Qin Mo, they had been injured and shed blood for Diwu, so they had to work hard.

There is a reward, and they also have a share.

Fang Cheng looked at Jiang Xiaohuang and the others and said, "In two days, there will be the Demonic Music Master Exchange Competition. You have to work hard. It's best for us, Mowu, to get first place again."

The Magic Music Department does not have a mentor this time. Fang Cheng and Xu Lan are also considered their leading mentors.

Fang Cheng didn't have much expectations for the results of the exchange competition of the Magic Music Department. After all, it was not his major.

Jiang Xiaohuang nodded and said, "We will definitely work hard."

Jiang Xiaohuang is not sure whether he can achieve good results in the exchange competition of the Magic Music Department. Among the three major departments, the Magic Music Department has more people than the Magic Department, but there are not many opportunities for exchange competitions. Against the Magic Martial Arts Department,

They knew nothing about the strength of the students from the Demonic Music Department.

The purpose of the exchange competition for the literary and martial arts departments is to compete for the championship, but only for the magic music department, it is truly pure exchange.

Qin Mo was quite surprised that he was already in the magic music department.

In total, Diwu has already won two first places. If the Demonic Music Department can still get first place, this National Wuhan University Exchange Competition will be complete.

Qin Mo's heart suddenly moved, and he thought of the music score obtained from the system, "Blue Sea Tide".

Glancing at the flute on Jiang Xiaohuang's waist, Qin Mo hesitated but said nothing.

After everyone walked out of the playground and distanced themselves, Qin Mo deliberately took a step slowly, came to Jiang Xiaohuang, and asked quietly: "Jiang Xiaohuang, how is your flute playing?"

Jiang Xiaohuang glanced at Qin Mo in surprise and said without knowing why, "Guzheng and Xiao are my two best musical instruments."

Blow flute, we are professionals.

Qin Mo nodded and asked further: "Then your instructor told you if you can win the first place in the Demonic Music Department Exchange Competition, are there any rewards?"

Jiang Xiaohuang said: "The instructor only asked me to participate in the exchange competition, and didn't mention any rewards."

No reward?

Qin Mo was quite disappointed and thought he could make a fortune from Jiang Xiaohuang.

After returning to the dormitory, Qin Mo took a hot shower and changed into clean clothes.

His game is all over.

All in all, it had only been three days in the Demonic City. Qin Mo was lying on the bed, feeling quite unfinished.

The next morning, after waking up, I walked directly down to the Mowu Hotel.

"Huh?" Suddenly, he seemed to feel something in his heart, and his sixth sense strongly stimulated Qin Mo's nerves. He suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Buzz————

A dazzling golden light comparable to the arrival of a small sun suddenly passed over the Magic City.

At this moment, all the writers in the Magic City felt something in their hearts and stared at the sky above, staring at the golden "sun".

"This is the release of the "Book of Poetry", and someone in my city has composed a quatrain poem."

"There can be no mistakes. The talent is condensed into a book and transmitted through the air. This is the "Book of Poetry" written by the national sage himself!"

"Who is it? Do you see clearly? Who wrote the quatrains."

"It should be Qin Mo from the Imperial Martial Arts Academy who wrote the poems that have been handed down from generation to generation and have been published in the Chronicle of Poetry."

"1...2...3...4...8 are all the same person."

A writer focused his eyes and discovered that ten poems in this issue of "Shi Ji" belong to the same person.

The "Book of Songs" was released, and eight of the articles written by the national sage appeared in Jincheng, causing an uproar in the city and shocking both inside and outside the country.

Mowu Hotel.

With his previous experience, Qin Mo knew that this was the manuscript of the National Saint, and looked at the golden "Book of Poetry" that flew across the sky, landed straight on, and flew towards him.

Boom~~~

A whole eight pieces of "Shiji" fell on Qin Mo's head, and immediately turned into countless golden talents that spread out and rushed into Qin Mo's body.

Just like lava falling into a pond, it boils instantly.

Qin Mo was shocked to see the talent on the system rising crazily.

He directly broke through the second-grade literary master, and his talent did not stop at all, approaching the third-grade literary master.

A third-grade literary master, a breakthrough.

It rose until 311 points before dissipating.

At this moment, Qin Mo felt that he could write well and speak eloquently, and he did not need to excerpt poems and articles from his previous life, and he looked like a writer.

Looking at the system again, the talent column above said clearly:
Chapter completed!