Chapter 216: Ruan Lang returns, his poetry is astonishing
How could Song Mu not understand what Du Xianyin meant at this moment.
These two poems of his made Du Xianyin see a faster way to use words to develop complex scenes, a way that is more consistent with music theory.
She needs Song Mu's words, more words with beautiful words, and more words with beautiful rhymes.
And these things are not meant to be spread randomly among the people, but for her Du Shi Sect.
Song Mu sat there, his eyes slightly lowered at this moment, and he felt a little enlightened.
At this moment, Song Mu's thoughts became more relaxed. If these poems could also be integrated into music theory, women could also use martial arts in other ways.
This may be another world.
At this moment, the small courtyard fell into silence. Du Xianyin looked at Song Mu expectantly. After a long time, she saw Song Mu let out a long breath.
"But I don't know if Song can really help the girl?"
After hearing this, Du Xianyin suddenly smiled. This smile was so charming that Song Mu was distracted for a moment.
"Before I met Young Master, I was very good at poetry with heroic artistic conception, but I didn't know what my attainment was in Huajian Ci."
Song Mu looked at the other party, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.
"Girl, do you mind if I write an article now?"
When Du Xianyin heard this, his eyes suddenly shone with light, and he nodded with joy.
With a wave of his hand, the objects on the stone table disappeared. With another wave of his hand, pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared on it.
Song Mu looked at the things in front of him, then raised his head and glanced at Du Xianyin in front of him, and then said slowly.
"Then girl, let's see if this poem is useful to you."
Saying this, Song Mu had already picked up the brush in front of him, dipped his sleeves in ink, and then picked up the brush to write on the paper.
"The green locust trees and tall willows swallow the new cicadas, and the smoky wind first blows into the strings."
"The water under the blue screen window is filled with smoke, and the sound of chess frightens people who sleep in the daytime."
"After the light rain, the lotuses turn."
"The pomegranate flowers are in full bloom. The jade basin is filled with clear springs with delicate hands. The pearls are broken but round."
A poem by Su Shi, "Ruan Lang Gui·Early Summer", suddenly appeared slowly on the paper, and as Song Mu slowly wrote the words, the literary spirit began to surge on the paper.
Du Xianyin opened her mouth unconsciously when she saw this situation.
"Five talents?"
Song Mu worked hard and finished writing the poem completely. Immediately, the energy from above surged up and headed towards Song Mu.
When Du Xianyin over there saw this situation, his eyes looked strange at the moment.
The title of this poem made Du Xianyin immediately think of the song brand of "Ruan Langmi", also called "Drunk Taoyuan".
The content of this poem surprised Du Xianyin even more. Not to mention the exquisite wording and the summer scenery vividly appearing on the page, but the way Song Mu wrote it was so different.
Du Xianyin read it lightly and felt that she was doing these things. Song Mu actually used a woman's tone to write the lyrics.
Unlike other people who like to write about women's resentment and lovesickness, in this poem, women are innocent, innocent and carefree.
She blended into the beauty of nature and enjoyed the vitality of early summer.
Du Xianyin respected Song Mu even more at this moment.
This kind of literati's poems were not only beautiful, but also so uplifting. For a moment, Du Xianyin was reminded of many of his previous poems.
Moreover, from beginning to end of this poem, he did not hesitate at all. It seemed that the draft had already been prepared in his mind. The tip of the pen just fell all the way down, and it was a poem with rising talent!
But the person who wrote such poems is just an eighteen-year-old boy!
Du Xianyin's beautiful eyes were filled with shock at the moment, and seeing that Song Mu had absorbed those literary qualities, she quickly looked at the poems.
Seeing the above sentence, Du Xianyin slowly read it again, speaking each sentence softly, with a look of surprise on his face.
This reading is not only catchy, but also immediately makes people feel that early summer is quiet and comfortable.
Du Xianyin unconsciously looked up at Song Mu, who was still concentrating with his eyes closed, and blinked.
Immediately, Song Mu also recovered from that state. At this moment, he opened his eyes and looked at Du Xianyin and said.
"Miss Du, I don't know if this is really useful to you?"
Du Xianyin nodded and smiled, then stretched out his hand to put the poem in front of him, and then read it carefully twice. It seemed that his heart had become clear, and Pipa was in his arms again.
The crisp string sound came slowly, and Du Xianyin lowered her head slightly at this moment and hummed softly.
The melodious voice of a lark came slowly. Seeing how focused the other party was, Song Mu looked more serious at the moment.
As Du Xianyin got better and better, the string sound became more fluent. After a while, Du Xianyin stirred the power of writing on his fingertips, and the power of writing condensed into words on his hand, and then dissipated while playing with it.
Come on.
Song Mu was once again shocked by this miraculous method. The next moment, the surrounding scenery changed again.
It’s really done!
Song Mu was shocked at the moment, but he seemed to be somewhat calm about it.
After all, these are Su Shi's poems. If they are not up to this level, it means that they have no chance of being with each other.
At this moment, Song Mu raised his eyes and looked at the changing scenery around him. Wen Li was like a wave, changing the surrounding scenery little by little from his feet to his head. In just a moment, he was already in another world.
In this world, covered with green locust trees and willow trees, the chirping of cicadas gradually began to rise.
And the wonderful sound was still coming slowly, and now it continued to spread around.
When the second que sounded, the surroundings changed again. The sound of the strings seemed to have suddenly changed slightly. At the same time, the whole world was suddenly turbulent.
A low pressure slowly fell, and Song Mu suddenly found that the literary power in his body began to move involuntarily.
But all this did not end, the other party's piano music continued, and raindrops actually started falling in this world.
Song Mu looked carefully and saw the raindrops bypassing him and then falling deeply on the ground around him.
Looking carefully, he saw that the raindrops had changed a lot after they fell on the ground.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lotus flowers appeared on the ground.
The lotus leaves caught the raindrops and then fell to the ground.
Lotus leaves were appearing on the surrounding land, but suddenly the raindrops were falling, like sharp knives falling, making holes in the lotus leaves.
This made Song Mu suddenly surprised. At this moment, he was thinking about how to escape, but he saw that he seemed to be safe.
The rain was getting heavier and faster, and the sound of rain fell all around me, but at the same time, there were more lotus leaves and more holes on the ground.
This is almost like cutting a knife!
Song Mu was surprised. At this moment, the sound of the piano was erratic. Song Mu turned around and saw that Du Xianyin had already stood up. The pipa in her arms was still playing out of thin air, and she was already looking around.
Song Mu saw the shock in her eyes, and was even more happy.
The next moment, their eyes met, Du Xianyin took a few steps forward, and then saluted Song Mu.
Song Mu held his hand, and Du Xianyin had already spoken.
"Sir, you are indeed a genius. The overlapping of this kind of strange realm is beyond my imagination."
Saying this, Du Xianyin also looked around, then opened her red lips and spoke slowly.
"It can turn sudden rain into flying blades. Whatever you think in your mind, it will appear in the environment. These words have already made the strange environment even better."
Saying this, Du Xianyin stretched out his hand, and his slender jade fingers suddenly caught a falling raindrop. A somewhat sharp feeling spurted out from the raindrop.
Song Mu was surprised at the moment, and Du Xianyin's face was also a bit excited.
"The range of attacks in this overlapping realm is already comparable to those in the world's great realms."
"Even Du Zu's "Afang Palace Ode" cannot allow me to achieve this kind of situation."
Saying this, Du Xianyin suddenly turned to look at Song Mu, with an even more joyful expression on his face.