"Three Emperors and Five Emperors, Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han, and Emperor Wenzu of Tang Dynasty, their achievements are unparalleled."
"Flying generals shake the world, martial sages stop fighting, generals always win, and make achievements on the battlefield."
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Song Mu's pen and ink were written, but this poem was Song Mu's original work.
When Song Mu was just a graduate student, Song Mu wrote this poem in a college student literary creation competition. Although he only won a silver medal, it could be considered to have some literary talent.
This is also the reason why Song Mu dared to show it off. After all, such a poem that can be recognized by literature professors should not make him too embarrassed here.
Song Mu also wanted to take this opportunity to experiment and see whether his talents could rise without borrowing other people's poems and songs.
As the passages of text appeared, Song Mu also felt that his writing became smoother, and he even felt very comfortable in his heart.
This strange feeling came to his mind again, and Song Mu suddenly knew that there might be something to all this, and when Song Mu finished writing the last sentence, white mist suddenly rose from his writing.
Seeing the surge of talent, although it was not very strong, Song Mu was immediately reassured.
Sure enough, what you write can also bring about such effects.
"Eternal Heroes"
Song Mu wrote the name of the last poem, and suddenly the power above him surged. Song Mu also raised his pen, feeling the surge of literary power.
Three battles of talent.
It was beyond Song Mu's expectation.
And as the literary energy began to surge, the literary stars on the altar also began to surge, but this time only the second literary star moved.
After the second move, Wen Xing's rippling green light came towards Song Mu, but this time, Song Mu felt a different change.
Just like the scene he saw at night in Shiyang County, light began to appear on the fu in front of him.
Although the light was not very dazzling, it still shot up into the sky. In the light, Song Mu saw the phantom of a statue emerging from it.
Among them, there are powerful figures. They surge in the light, and then slowly dissipate.
But Song Mu's heart was suddenly filled with pride.
"What is that?! Is it a vision?!"
The vision soaring into the sky quickly surpassed the courtyard wall of the examination institute, and the people watching outside the courtyard soon noticed the appearance of this phantom.
This was the first, most obvious and huge shadow they saw today.
"The people changing in this vision must be people. This beam of light is so big and there are so many changes in it. What kind of articles and poems were written?"
Some people exclaimed immediately, and some people touched their beards and said.
"It should be a good poem about people. And judging from the way it looks, I guess the poem is pretty good."
After hearing this explanation, everyone nodded immediately, and soon they were attracted by other visions.
Now at this moment, the entire examination hall is very lively. Almost every examination room is bursting with literary spirit. These literary spirits attract Wenxing, and Wenxing brings about the literary spirit between heaven and earth. Suddenly
The entire examination hall was filled with strange phenomena.
This kind of scene naturally aroused a lot of people to marvel, and the vision that filled the sky made people exclaim in amazement.
Zhang Yiqi, who had just watched a vision of light surging, let out a deep breath. He looked at the wall next to him with a bit of laughter and tears. With a bit of helplessness on his face, he shook his head and continued writing his own poems.
"Yes, now there are almost seventy scholars, one out of ten. This year's students are of good quality!"
When Qiu Buchu saw the situation below, he also showed admiration. It could be seen that he was very satisfied with the situation in the examination room.
Fan Tixue also nodded. If his grades in this year's college examination are good, his evaluation will be rated as excellent.
"It's already the time of the festival. I'm afraid this vision is inspired by poetry, right?"
Qiu Buchu said this, and Fan Tixue beside him also murmured and nodded.
"It seems that is indeed the case, but the shadow in the soaring light pillar just now is quite impressive. Although it is just a literary act, the content and lexicon must be good."
The two people were commenting like this, and the teachers around them were also whispering. The situation in the sky now shows the teaching level of each school.
Ouyang Hong was also looking forward to it at this moment. There were constant sounds coming from below, and there should be students from Shiyang County among them.
What Ouyang Hong is looking forward to now is Song Mu. Yesterday, Song Mu already made a name for himself. If he can go one step further today, he may be in the top three in the academy examination this time.
If you can enter the top three, your evaluation and past efforts will be rewarded.
Thinking of this, Ouyang Hong unconsciously looked out the window and in the direction of the examination room.
And at this moment, a violent fluctuation came from the examination room, and the high-hanging literary star began to tremble violently. At the same time, everyone only saw a certain examination room in the examination room.
, there are plum blossoms blooming on the roof at this moment, the fragrance of the flowers is overflowing, and the garden is filled with fragrance.
Even Ouyang Hong felt it unconsciously. The floral fragrance was refreshing and really fascinating.
All the officials were stunned for a moment, then looked at the examination hall with faces full of surprise, and asked in surprise.
"Whose exam room, with such a subtle fragrance of plum blossoms, must be a poem of great talent, right?"
One person asked, and immediately someone asked the clerk about the situation of the examination room.
And soon, the clerk announced his name.
"It's Cui Keke from Taihe County."
"Taihe County! That talented poet?"
Someone spoke at that moment, with a bit of surprise and disbelief on his face, but the Taihe County magistrate straightened his body, smiling and stroking his beard among all the magistrates.
The other teachers also looked envious at the moment. This was the second time today that the Five Wenxing Movements had occurred. Now there were nearly ten talents in Taihe County, but in this academic examination, Taihe County came out on top.
"Everyone, it's really a fluke. Cui Keke has always been good at poetry and prose, so he is lucky enough."
That's what the Taihe County Magistrate said. The others didn't have any embarrassment on their faces, they just shook their heads helplessly.
After all, they all know that Cui Keke has been known as a poetry prodigy since he was a child. He has written talent poems in both the county and government examinations before. Now that it has been so long, it is natural that he has written a good talent poem in the college examination.
Understandable.
It's just that such a good young man didn't come from his own county.
While everyone was thinking this, Zhan Bo, the eunuch of Wan'an County, turned his eyes a few times, and then suddenly looked at Ouyang Hong, who was surprised on the other side, with a smile.
"Master Ouyang, did you just think that this was a poem written by students from your county?"
When everyone heard what the Wan'an County Magistrate said, they all turned to look at Ouyang Hong on the other side.
Everyone was reminded again that Shiyang County had recently produced a great poet and poet, and that Song Mu had been featured in the world's literary magazines twice in a row and was famous all over the world.
But when Zhan Bo said this, it was obviously a bit of a joke.
After all, it seems that students from Shiyang County have yet to write any poems with huge visions.
The look on Ouyang Hong's face was also very ugly, but he snorted coldly and didn't respond at all.
On the other side, Song Mu, who was preparing to write a pen in the examination hall, also felt this strange fragrance.
Song Mu looked up and saw a room full of flowers somewhere in the inner circle. The fragrance of flowers was fragrant. Apparently a very good poem appeared there. Under the guidance of Wenxing, such a huge vision unexpectedly appeared.
Smelling the refreshing fragrance of flowers, Song Mu immediately grinned.
Normally, such a vision would require at least very powerful poetry, but here, due to the blessing of Wenxing, the conditions for triggering the vision have been reduced, in order to help students understand it more deeply.
artistic conception, thereby better stabilizing the realm.
Song Mu was a little envious, but at the moment he put away his mind and began to think as hard as he could, preparing and writing two poems to help him break through again.
Song Mu fixed the white paper with a paperweight, then raised the pen and gently dropped ink.
"Once the hard things have happened, the stars are scattered all around..."
Song Mu wrote the first sentence, and immediately there was a surge of literary energy, but Song Mu's pen could not continue writing.
The quality of Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" goes without saying, but the problem is that none of the things in it can match my current situation.
This first sentence means that Wen Tianxiang was selected as an official by the imperial court after he became proficient in reading and passed the imperial examination.
The next few sentences are even more unclear. They all describe the situation of the Song and Yuan wars. Wen Tianxiang's regret for the defeat and fear for the future do not match the current scene.
You cannot copy poems randomly. Even if the last sentence is widely circulated in later generations, it is not suitable to be written now. Song Mu shook his head and tore off the blank paper.
Taking another breath, Song Mu thought for a moment and finally came up with a new answer. He smiled knowingly and put pen to paper.
"If you live as a hero, you will die as a ghost."
"To this day I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River."
"Remembering Xiang Yu"
As soon as the title of the poem was written, Song Mu raised his eyebrows.
At that moment, what surged on the paper was not a rich literary spirit, but a substantial ripple of water.
These water ripples were different from yesterday's vision of the Jingyi article. They were rippling now, making Song Mu's heart tremble.
At the same time, the altar in the center of the examination room also changed again.
Only seeing waves surging, Song Mu suddenly felt that the power of thought in his mind had suddenly changed.
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