Hearing the news, Song Mu was a little surprised and followed a group of classmates towards the county school.
When they came inside, they immediately saw that someone was carrying out extensive renovations on the previous roof. Song Mu walked over and said hello to several familiar brothers. When Song Mu came all the way to the front, he saw
Master Xun was standing inside, talking to an old carpenter.
Seeing Song Mu coming over at this moment, Master Xun immediately raised his head and greeted Song Mu.
"Song Mu, you came just in time. The county is planning to build a loft here. I am thinking about what to name it. Why don't you pick one up?"
Song Mu stepped forward and cupped his hands, and then said respectfully: "Master, I am just a boy. Everything in the county school is decided by Master."
"It doesn't matter, this attic was originally made for you. In the past hundreds of years, Shiyang County has not produced a poem of extraordinary talent. You deserve this honor."
Master Xun, on the other hand, acted very calmly and waved to Song Mu nonchalantly. Song Mu was a little stunned, but he still spoke.
"It's better to ask Master to make a decision on such matters. If Master really wants me to do something, I will take the liberty to nominate the poem I wrote that day when the pavilion is completed."
Listening to what Song Mu said, Master Xun thought for a moment, then nodded with deep understanding and smiled happily.
The poems written by Song Mu that day have already shocked the literary circle. I believe that in a few days, when this poem will be published in "Tianwenkan" and spread widely, Song Mu will truly become famous all over the world.
Naturally, Master Xun did not dare to ask for the robe on which the poems were left first. He heard that what Dengwen Pavilion took away was only the article written for the second time.
If this third article written by the author could be found here, it would surely have another wonderful place for this world-traveling literati in the future.
Master Xun beamed with joy, and now he looked at Song Mu even more fondly.
I used to treat him like an ordinary student, but I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, the other party would be able to make a blockbuster, earth-shattering, and achieve such achievements.
Master Xun is now a little curious about what kind of person Song Mu will become in the future.
"Well, since you said so, I have overstepped my bounds. When the time comes, I will go find the Master Jiaoyu and the County Magistrate to think of a name."
Master Xun said cheerfully, and immediately walked towards Song Mu, stood next to Song Mu, and then looked at Song Mu carefully, with a knowing smile on his face.
At this moment, Song Mu, after writing this poem "Nine Fights of Talents", the literary energy of heaven and earth poured into him, making Song Mu's brows more resolute, and his body also carried a sense of confidence, and in line with his already tall figure,
It’s even more eye-catching
"Okay, what a handsome and talented man, Song Mu. You are going to take the college examination in a few days. I would like to wish you success here."
Song Mu repeatedly handed over his hand and was flattered at the moment.
"Thank you for your kind words, Song Mu will do his best to obtain the scholar's title."
Master Xun nodded, looking at Song Mu with eyes full of affection. At this moment, he turned to look at the children around him, suddenly waved his hand and spoke.
"That's all, you will go to the academy to take the exam in a few days. I have already told you how to condense your literary skills before, but what wonderful benefits there are to becoming a scholar, I will show you today."
"It will also help you have a belief in your heart and strive to be on the list!"
Master Xun said this to all the children who followed him. Everyone cheered when they heard this. At that moment, the news that Master Xun was going to demonstrate his magical power also spread.
After a while, all the scholars in the county school knew the news and headed towards the Tongsheng School one by one.
Everyone is vying to see Master Xun's grace and have a good look at the mystery of literary power.
In the past, only scholars could see this kind of scene when they were practicing how to control their literary power. At this moment, all of them looked happy.
After a while, when everyone was almost gathered, Master Xun rolled up his sleeves and said hello to the side, and the two scholars carried a piece of wood to the front of the stage.
Master Xun touched his beard, glanced at everyone, and then stretched out a finger, only to see a pure white filament suddenly appear on the finger, and this filament was so thin that it actually wrapped around Master Xun's
The fingertips moved slowly.
This is naturally the literary power in Master Xun's body. Everyone who saw this novel thing inevitably opened their mouths, and all the children were envious of it.
"This is Wen Li. On the surface, it is more slender and richer in color than Wen Qi. When it is in the body, it flows from the Dantian to the whole body like a trickle. When it leaks out of the body, it
It is fluttering like a ribbon."
Master Xun glanced around and said calmly.
"After gathering scholarly talents, you will also feel the same situation, but the magical effects of this literary power may be much more than you think."
"Master, is there something wrong with the power of writing? Or is it not so easy to use the power of writing?" Someone asked, and others also cast doubtful glances at Master Xun.
Master Xun just smiled, then opened his palms, and more filaments of Wenli were wrapped around his hands.
"No, it's not that there's anything wrong with it. It's just that we can easily mobilize this literary power even if we don't use poetry to control it."
As he said this, Master Xun immediately turned his palm over and pointed it downwards in a claw shape. He saw those filament-like writing forces moving quickly to one side and quickly grasped the piece of wood just now.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, the piece of wood was instantly tightly entangled with fine threads, and then the piece of wood slowly floated up.
Such a miraculous scene immediately made everyone present exclaim, and some even shouted in surprise.
"Master, you seem to be able to use literary power without using poetry?"
Master Xun nodded appreciatively, put his hand away, and the wood fell to the ground. At that moment, Master Xun also opened his mouth to explain.
"That's right, I didn't use any poems to control the power of writing, but I was able to manipulate the power of writing to do some mysterious things. It's not that the power of writing cannot be controlled, it's just that..." Master Xun paused.
"When used in this way, the power is wasted very seriously, and as you can see, it can lift objects and pull them, but it does not have enough power."
"If you don't use poetry to control, it's like you haven't found the magic method, but just relying on the power of writing to attack."
Everyone listened attentively, but Master Xun now had another small piece of white paper in his hand, with numerous words written on it.
"This is a poem from Yuan Zai that I like very much. I have used literary power to ink it and write it on paper. Now, I am using literary power to inspire it."
Saying this, Master Xun stretched out his hand and struck out another stroke of writing power. The writing power poured into the paper, and immediately a large amount of light overflowed from the paper. The next moment, the sword and sword shadow flashed on the stage, and only Xun Xun could be seen.
The master waved his hand, and the paper shattered in the air, and a series of blade-like lights suddenly appeared, and then headed towards the wood.
The sound of popping sounded one after another, and the wood instantly shattered, and even traces of swords fell on the county school grounds, leaving deep marks.
"Under the realm of Jinshi, unless you create original poems, if you want to stimulate the power of poems, you need to write these poems on paper, read them in your heart, and have the power of writing pour in to stimulate the attack contained in them."
Everyone exclaimed, with an unparalleled sense of admiration on their faces.
Even Song Mu was stunned for a while.
This is the mystery of this world. Literati recite classics to gather their literary power, and control their literary power with poetry to fight, so as to stabilize the world!
At this time, Master Xun's voice sounded again: "When we use our literary power to control poetry, it is equivalent to using a magic weapon. With the use of this magic weapon, our literary power can be transformed into various attacks, thereby destroying the literary power."
The power is amplified ten times, a hundred times!"
Master Xun's voice was resounding, and everyone who heard this sentence had an uncontrollable excitement on their faces. At this moment, everyone was scratching their heads and ears.
Seeing this situation, Master Xun also smiled and said while the iron was hot.
"So you must concentrate on concentrating your literary power, and you must always feel the abundant literary energy in your body, feel their pulse, and feel whether they are rich and thick."
"In the examination room, you must try your best to mobilize the literary spirit in your body to write articles. The articles will be smooth and have good intentions, which will naturally arouse the literary spirit in the world. With the help of the fragments of the stars, you can condense your literary power in one fell swoop."
"When your literary power reaches 100%, everyone, the great avenue of the world will be opened right before your eyes."
Everyone listened and seemed to be entranced.
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