A song by Bian Gong, "Watching the Race at Noon" was being written at this moment, and there was an immediate surge of talent on the paper. Although it was not too strong, everyone in the audience couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.
The literary talent of this poem is not too outstanding, and even this poem can only be ranked in the lower reaches among Song Mu's previous works.
But the meaning above really fits perfectly with the scene outside today.
Everyone couldn't help but look outside and savor Song Mu's poems carefully. They felt that what was written on the paper was like a scene outside the window.
And this is not just a simple poem describing scenery, the last sentence also contains two parts of the poet's thoughts.
At this time, everyone was also amazed, and there was already a boy waiting next to him. He took the paper roll in the magazine and immediately rushed outside, not forgetting to shout loudly to the surroundings.
"The number one scholar in the Song, Mu and Song Dynasties in Jiangnan West Road applauded the literary society and composed a poem. His talent surged!"
The boy immediately sent the poem scroll to the nearest exhibition stand. When the people around him heard the boy's shout, they were also stunned.
Immediately, the man came back to his senses and spoke excitedly.
"It's the poetry of the number one scholar of the Song Dynasty! The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty composed a poem!"
Everyone was excited and eager to see what kind of poetry Song Mu had written.
The boy handed the poem to the exhibition stand. At this moment, a craftsman immediately wrote Song Mu's poem on it. When the sentence was finished, it seemed that the scene suddenly became a little brighter.
The dragon boats on Jiangnan West Road seemed to be a little faster, and the people around who were originally from Jiangnan West Road were also excited, praising the power of the literati from Jiangnan West Road.
The dragon boat immediately moved away, and both sides of the river were boiling.
A dragon boat festival was immediately pushed to a climax, and the people cheered for joy.
At this time, there are still many poems appearing in the field, but none of them are as appropriate as Song Mu's poem. Under such circumstances, many people even lamented Song Mu's poems.
In the past, everyone only wanted to see Song Mu's wonderful writing and brilliant poetry, but now, a poem with a not too far-reaching artistic conception makes people feel more friendly, and it also makes their eyes shine.
For a time, many people thought that a scholar like Song Mu could write about misty fairy palaces at one level and ordinary things in the human world at the bottom, which was indescribably wonderful.
The dragon boat race on Jiangnan West Road also performed extremely well this time, and successfully won the lottery. The streets were filled with cheers.
Song Mu naturally smiled and held hands with everyone. This enthusiasm was really touching people's hearts.
After the dragon boat had passed, it was time to receive the reward in public. The dragon boat racers from Jiangnan West Road were surrounded and headed towards an exhibition platform.
Song Mu was also invited by the Chang'an Chamber of Commerce and went with Liu Kaidong this time.
After getting off the teahouse, there was a huge crowd in front of them. Many people raised their hands and shouted towards Song Mu, as if all the credit should be attributed to Song Mu.
Song Mu smiled and said nothing, and quickly arrived at the exhibition platform. Many people from the Jiangnan West Road Chamber of Commerce were already on the platform. They were waving to the surroundings. Seeing Song Mu's arrival, these people had various expressions on their faces.
surge.
"Song Zhuangyuan, your good poem this time will help our Jiangnan West Road Chamber of Commerce win the crown!"
The president of Jiangnan West Road Chamber of Commerce smiled and said to Song Mu, not forgetting to point at the huge poem written on the exhibition stand.
Song Mu also quickly handed over his hand.
"Uncle defeated Song Mu. This is the result of the joint efforts of my fellow villagers. It is everyone's honor."
Saying this, everyone's faces were full of smiles. Everyone in the dragon boat team excitedly held hands with Song Mu. Song Mu also used ink at the moment and wrote a calligraphy treasure for each person, which won applause from the surrounding people.
In such a lively atmosphere, Song Mu was being gathered by people from the dragon boat team to have a meal together at noon, when he suddenly heard an exclamation from the distance.
"It's gone! It's gone!"
Someone suddenly shouted in the distance, and Song Mu and others immediately looked over, only to see black smoke rising into the sky from an exhibition platform not far upstream.
The sound of bamboo bursting also sounded, and the people on both sides of the strait suddenly screamed and retreated. Officials were immediately dispatched, pushing the water dragon forward and evacuating the surrounding people at the same time.
"Why did the water suddenly leak out? This bamboo platform is the most flammable."
Someone next to Song Mu said worriedly, and the next moment he saw burning bamboo sticks coming down the river, and this time the black smoke was even worse.
"The cloth must be burning, and the wind is helping the fire. This is going to be bad."
Just as he said this, he heard a violent explosion, and then sparks burst out, and at this moment, he actually ignited a nearby exhibition stand.
Black smoke billowed from the two exhibition platforms, and the surroundings suddenly became more panicked. The lively scene suddenly turned into a commotion, and the situation suddenly became critical.
Song Mu immediately asked everyone on the literary exhibition platform to leave, and his literary power suddenly surged into the air.
He immediately threw out a piece of writing paper in his hand, causing ripples to surge on the river surface.
"I will also lend a helping hand to Brother Song."
Liu Kaidong, Tan Wei and others also suddenly appeared at this moment. At that moment, each of them used their magical powers. Several huge waves hit the bamboo platform and wiped out all the sparks.
The crisis was temporarily resolved. Several people looked at this scene in surprise and said this time in a serious tone.
"Is this... is this someone setting the fire or is it?"
"It's hard to say, maybe it was caused by burning incense. Who dares to cause such chaos in Chang'an?"
Song Mu glanced around, watching the crowd move away, but at the moment he was releasing telekinesis in the air.
The power of his mind immediately swept across the surrounding crowd, and the surrounding situation immediately appeared in Song Mu's mind.
Song Mu also swept away roughly, but his telekinesis suddenly stopped.
The next moment, Song Mu's eyes burst out with light, and his figure moved.
"Brother Song, where are you going?"
As soon as Tan Wei asked, several people quickly followed after seeing this, but Song Mu had already landed on the side of the river bank. He looked at the corner next to him, and at this moment, he moved and reached the side.
The streets were deserted, and there were still people running in the distance, but Song Mu looked at him with a sharp look again.
This time he stepped forward again. The next moment, he heard a scream as Song Mu pulled a figure out of the alley on one side.
A thin figure was sitting on the ground, looking at Song Mu with fear on his face. He wanted to leave, but was trapped by Song Mu's force.
"Wenli?"
"Where did you acquire your literary skills?"
Song Mu looked at the thin woman in front of him in surprise. Fear flashed across her wheat-colored face for a moment, and then she suddenly threw something.
The wooden ball suddenly unfolded, and then countless tiny insects quickly enveloped the opponent. Song Mu looked stern, and immediately fired an attack from the magazine, but only saw a seven-star ladybug slowly falling to the ground.
And at that spot, the other party's figure had long since disappeared.