Song Mu was surprised by the strange identity that Du Xianyin suddenly revealed in front of him, but besides being shocked, he was also a little confused.
The other party showed this identity to him almost without hesitation. What exactly was he trying to do?
Hearing Song Mu's question, Du Xianyin blinked her eyes, and then actually pushed the collection of Du's poems towards Song Mu, and then spoke slowly.
"Mr. Song, do you know which school of poetry belongs to my Du family?"
"Du Gong had many poems in his life. If we really want to talk about his poetic school, Song Mu is a little unclear."
Song Mu shook his head in thought and said, but the expression on his face was very frustrated.
In this world, Du Mu still exists and has achieved great achievements. A piece of "A Fang Palace Ode" laid the foundation for him. Full of patriotic enthusiasm, he suppressed chaos in the early days of the Wen Dynasty and finally became a poet. He can be said to be the world's best poet.
respect.
It is just rumored that in his later years he still committed self-immolation of poems and poems, almost destroying his inheritance. Perhaps only three or four out of ten he wrote during his lifetime remain.
Song Mu believed that he was unable to evaluate such a romantic figure, at least not qualified to do so.
But Du Xianyin let out a breath, but her expression seemed a little sad.
"Du Zuben was a scholar at the beginning of the literary dynasty. He was famous all over the world at the beginning. However, over the past hundreds of years, it has been getting worse and worse. People in the world use less and less of my poems from the Du family. Now, everyone in the world knows about Du Fu's family of poetry, but they don't know.
I am Du Mu Shizong."
Song Mu was dumbfounded, but also somewhat silent. He was also familiar with Du Mu's poems such as "Qingming", "Mountain Journey", "Jiangnan Spring", "Red Cliff", and "Poetry at Qinhuai".
Every one of them makes people feel emotional when reading them, but they never imagined that in this era, their poems would gradually become lonely.
Perhaps what people still remember is "A broken halberd sinks in the sand, and the iron is not sold, but it will be washed away and recognized by the past.", and the sentence "Business girls don't know the hatred of the country's subjugation, and they still sing the flowers in the backyard across the river."
Song Mu raised his head and looked at the other party, and at this moment Du Xianyin was already speaking.
"My Du Mu Poetry School has a large number of poems, songs, and articles that have been handed down, but now, only a few can be used."
"Xianyin is just a prostitute, so it's really hard for her to fulfill the last wishes of her ancestors. But thinking about it, I haven't let them all down. Even in this situation, Xianyin has already made a different change."
Du Xianyin said this, and under Song Mu's somewhat surprised and puzzled gaze, he actually took out a pipa out of thin air, then tapped it with his ten fingers and looked up.
"Mr. Song, have you ever seen a woman kill an enemy?"
Song Mu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head stiffly, while Du Xianyin lowered her eyebrows and spoke slowly with a bit of sigh.
"Yes, how many people in this world are studying, but those who are studying all refer to gentlemen like Mr. Song."
"As a daughter, if I want to be educated and achieve fame, I will be the only one to do so."
"Duke Zhou created ritual music. Nowadays, everyone knows about rituals, but they don't know that there is something strange in this music."
As he said this, Du Xianyin's fingers suddenly moved a string, and a melodious sound came out, but Du Xianyin's fingers moved faster.
At that moment, it was like fairy music flying. Song Mu felt that the music was floating in the air, filling his mind instantly.
Du Xianyin in front of him seemed to have changed into a different person at this moment, with an expression of endless concentration, and at that moment, Song Mu suddenly saw a surge of literary power on the piano surface.
The power of writing gathered and condensed at his fingertips, and then merged with the void to form a poem.
"Snowy clothes, snowy hair, green jade mouth, a group of fishermen in the shadow of the stream."
"Flying away in a startled distance, reflecting the blue mountains, a pear tree falling into the evening wind."
A piece of Du Mu's "Egret" was instantly revealed, flashing with golden light that suddenly spread out.
The next moment, Song Mu raised his head in an uproar and turned around to look around.
This world has undergone countless changes.
The quiet courtyard had disappeared at this moment, and what appeared in front of him was a quiet shoal.
Beside the shoal, herons were hunting fish and shrimp in groups, their white bodies reflected on the water.
Suddenly disturbed by a sound, they fluttered their wings and flew up into the sky. Their beautiful postures were like pieces of white pear blossoms on the treetops, falling in the evening breeze.
This is a very beautiful foreign land.
And in this scenery, the sound of the piano continued to come, the music was sweet, the scenery was charming, but Song Mu was already shocked.
In such a vast alien realm, Du Xianyin in front of him is also a master of using alien realms.
It's just that unlike literati who use poetry and words to arouse their thoughts, her strange world is actually released in this way.
Song Mu turned his head and looked at the other party. The other party was sitting on the water, with his black hair hanging down and his slender fingers constantly stroking the strings.
Almost at the next moment, Song Mu suddenly heard the whistling wind.
Then, bursts of sharp aura emanated from Du Xianyin's body, and then turned into attacks, heading into the distance.
They were looming rays of light that moved toward the distance like waves, but at the next moment they suddenly turned into rays of light and fell.
The surface of the lake suddenly splashed with ripples, and beneath the ripples were chasms!
Looking up, around Du Xianyin, there were dozens of radiating chasms, almost tearing the lake apart.
This was the first time that Song Mu saw a Jinshi other than Tao Fengming using such methods to attack in a foreign environment.
This type of alien realm is called a compound realm.
If you can only create scenery, it is called a single realm, but in a different realm, you can use telekinesis to directly trigger attacks, which is a compound realm.
This is much more clever than using literary power to attack in a foreign environment, and because it fits the foreign environment itself, the attack power is even greater!
At this moment, the sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the strange environment in front of him began to slowly dissipate. Song Mu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Du Xianyin.
Returning to the courtyard just now, Du Xianyin still held the pipa and looked at Song Mu and said.
"This is the way this little girl has made her way. I wonder if she might fall into the eyes of Mr. Song?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Song Mu exhaled a deep breath and respectfully bowed his hands towards the other party.
"The girl's skills in foreign realms are so extraordinary that Song Mu was amazed."
Du Xianyin seemed to be very happy when she saw Song Mu's appearance. She immediately put away the pipa and said to Song Mu.
"If Young Master Song is willing, I will also teach him these methods."
Song Mu was stunned, and now he looked up at the other party, but the other party said firmly.
"Young Master Song also possesses the power of telepathy. He should know how difficult this compound state is, right?"
Song Mu felt a little calmer at this moment, looked at the other party and said.
"Song did learn a little bit, but this..."
Song Mu felt a little bit that the other party was making such an exchange with him. Isn't it a bit fussy? Can a few of his poems really compare to such an alien method?
Du Xianyin shook his head, then released two pieces of paper and landed next to Song Mu.
Song Mu looked at it and saw that it was his two poems, but below were other lyrics.
Song Mu was puzzled as Du Xianyin's voice came slowly.
"Young master, you should know that Tang poetry has lasted for hundreds of years, and it is difficult to innovate. After the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, Huajian Ci gradually became popular."
Song Mu naturally nodded after hearing this. Ci has actually been developing for some time in this era, but most of it is just empty words and phrases that cannot exert strong power in battle, so it has never become mainstream.
"But Tang poetry has been explored to the extreme, and poetry has become very popular in the world. It is already difficult to make any further achievements."
Du Xianyin continued, speaking softly.
"The little girl accidentally learned how to use words to create a strange scene, but she has always been troubled by the difficulty in conveying the artistic conception of the words, and the sentences are not strong enough, and can hardly meet the requirements of the composite scene."
"Until the little girl saw Mr. Song's words."
Du Xianyin said lightly, and Song Mu slowly sat down, wanting to listen to what the other party continued to say.
"After "Night Nostalgic" appeared, I tried it immediately, and the result surprised me."
"Although the artistic conception of this word is too broad, it does not affect my formation of a different world, and what is even more rare is..."
Du Xianyin slowly raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Mu.
"The rhyme and rhyme of these two poems are extremely neat, and when we used them on musical instruments, they turned out to be extremely smooth."
"The speed at which I can use the compound realm method is also a bit faster."
Song Mu was speechless, while Du Xianyin looked even more excited.
"In this way, I know where I should go now. Song Gongzi's poems can bring about a transformation for my Du Shi Sect!"
Saying this, Du Xianyin's expression became a little more determined, and she said calmly to Song Mu.
"Master Song, I am willing to give you a detailed explanation of Du's poetry collection as a reward. Please write more poems for the little girl."
"One day the Du Shi Sect will be revived again, and the young master's kindness will be unforgettable."