A dazzling rainbow came across the clear sky from the far north, and the rainbow was even more dazzling under the setting sun.
But above this rainbow, there is a phantom coming slowly at this moment.
It was an old man with an immortal air, wearing a grass-gray robe, holding a book in his hand, stroking his beard as he came slowly, even if it was a shadow, he was still wearing clothes.
Before he arrived, a warm breeze came out of nowhere and swept through the entire city of Jizhou. In just a moment, it swept away the heat of late summer and early autumn.
After the common people noticed this strange thing, they all looked excited. The literati who noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky were no longer calm. They put away their folding fans and saluted towards the phantom in the sky.
"It's a Half-Saint. Here comes the Half-Saint! Welcome the Half-Saint!"
As soon as the words fell, the people around him also screamed in surprise, and then they also fell to their knees.
In the literary world, literati are supreme. The only people in this world who can make people pay such a great gift are literati.
What's more, he is a semi-saint of the human race.
In the three hundred years of the Wen Dynasty, except for Zhang Ce who successfully became a saint and ascended to the extreme realm, no other saint appeared in the human race.
In today's Wen Dynasty, there are nine semi-sages, who control the nine states and are the most important weapon of the country.
No one could have imagined that a half-saint figure would come out of the sky and appear in this small Jizhou capital today.
In the north building of the examination institute, Qiu Buchu and a group of officials were already standing in the sky, and everyone was bowing with their arms folded.
"Welcome Du Sheng!"
A group of officials said this, but they also looked frightened at the moment. They suddenly remembered one thing, that is, when the strange world appeared just now, there seemed to be a bronze bell ringing.
Unexpectedly, the sound of the copper bell actually attracted a semi-saint!
Qiu Buchu and Fan Zhengxiong were even more stunned at this moment. At this moment, they finally knew which poetry sect the poems written by Song Mu were related to.
It turned out to be Du Fu's poetry sect! One of the two strongest poetry sects in the world!
And the person who came was none other than the ancestor of the Du family, now the half-saint of the Du family, Du Fu's great-nephew Du Qin!
The rainbow at Duqin's feet came all the way to a few people. He just responded with a shout, and then the light and shadow waved and landed in the north tower.
“Who writes resonant poetry?”
Duke Qin's shadow fell to the ground and he immediately asked.
Qiu Buchu quickly took two steps forward and spoke respectfully.
"Back to Du Sheng, he is Song Mu from Shiyang County, and he is also a descendant of the Song family in Shiyang."
Qiu Buchu said this, and Duqin immediately raised his eyebrows, and his expression turned somewhat intriguing.
"He's actually a descendant of Song Wenrong?"
Duqin made a somewhat surprised inquiry, but immediately turned serious and spoke to Qiu Buchu again.
"Where is Song Mu?"
Qiu Buchu quickly summoned a clerk, who was sweating profusely as he flipped through the book, then knelt down to respond.
"Back...back to the saint, Song Mu has already handed in his papers. He should be waiting in the examination booth at this moment."
After hearing these words, Duqin did not hesitate. He flicked his sleeves again, and the light and shadow disappeared from the north tower.
Qiu Buchu and the others swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then hurriedly went downstairs.
At the examination booth of the examination hall, a light and shadow had appeared in front of the scholars waiting to leave the examination room, and standing two meters in front of the light and shadow was Song Mu.
It was also the first time that Song Mu encountered such a situation.
This is a phantom that also exudes golden light, just like the scene when he saw his ancestor in Shiyang County, but the phantom old man in front of him actually exudes a terrifying coercion.
You don't even need to feel that kind of coercion. The literary power in your body is like being pinched by an invisible force, and you can't mobilize even half of it.
This is an extreme level of crushing!
Song Mu did not dare to speak, and the people around him also did not dare to speak out. The aggressive Liu Jianyu just now also had his eyes widened.
But before his thoughts could turn around, he saw a group of officials wearing red official robes coming down from the north building. Among them, Fan Tixue was walking quickly. No matter how stupid Liu Jianyu was at this moment, he knew
What's going on?
"Du Sheng, this is Song Mu."
Qiu Buchu stepped forward and said softly, Liu Jianyu almost fainted, and the scholars around him almost fell to their knees.
This light and shadow turned out to be a semi-sage? Du Sheng? Could it be the ancestor of the Li Du Shi Sect?
What on earth did Song Mu do to attract the arrival of a semi-saint phantom?
Everyone looked at Song Mu, who was staring straight at the shadowy old man in front of him.
Saint Du? A half-saint?
Song Mu was also surprised at this moment. It was very clear what the Half-Saint represented. This was the highest combat power of the Wen Dynasty, and the ordinary Half-Saint was called a Great Confucian.
Only those ancestors of poetry, who wrote books and biographies and were famous all over the world, are qualified to be called semi-saints.
Song Mu was already thinking carefully in his heart about what he had done to attract a semi-saint.
Duqin looked at Song Mu carefully, then withdrew his gaze, stroking his beard with a shadowy figure, and a slight smile appeared on his face.
"I also had some interactions with Mr. Song back then, but he..." Duke Qin paused, with a look of regret on his face, but then he looked at Song Mu again and said calmly.
"Would you like to give me a look at that poem?"
Du Qin said this, but Song Mu was stunned, and Qiu Buchu next to him also opened his mouth, and then thought for a while: "This, Du Sheng, the paper whose name has been obscured, I will wait..."
"It doesn't matter." Duqin said happily. When he waved his hand, he saw a golden light shield directly wrapping Song Mu and Duqin together. The surrounding sounds suddenly disappeared completely. Song Mu was shocked by this magical method.
, and Duqin has already spoken.
"Just read it to me. I think you haven't forgotten it."
Song Mu pursed his lips, nodded seriously, and then slowly read out his poem.
"Where can I see China? Climb to the Wenlou Tower where you can see the scenery. How many things have happened through the ages? The Yangtze River flows endlessly."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A line of poetry blurted out, and the smile on Duqin's face became even stronger.
When Song Mu finished reading, Duqin waved his hand, the mask of light dissipated, and then laughed.
"Wonderful, wonderful, it turns out to be "Deng Gao" written by my ancestor. No wonder it shocked the sect's poetry collection."
"The Yangtze River is rolling in, the Yangtze River is rolling in, it's wonderful. Two hundred years ago, this is the first time I heard such a poem. I borrowed it from Du Zu's poems, which makes me feel very appropriate."
"This poem should have Qi Dou's talent!"
Du Qin laughed and said, but the surrounding officials and scholars all heard Du Sheng's words, and at this moment they all looked at each other.
It turns out that what just shocked the world was a poem of extraordinary talent, and this poem even borrowed a line from Du Fu's poem.
An extremely envious emotion burst out from the hearts of every scholar.
They were curious, and even more envious that Song Mu actually wrote such poems, so that the semi-saint came over the rainbow and clapped his hands.
Song Mu's face finally looked a little relaxed at this moment. When he saw such a grand formation of Du Sheng appearing in front of him, he thought he was copying poems this time and was causing trouble.
Duqin laughed twice, looking at Song Mu with a bit of appreciation and affection in his eyes.
Immediately, Duqin asked.
"It seems that you have created another poem that can be listed in the "Tianwen Magazine". Three poems, with a lot of talent. Song Mu, I think you, Song Zu, must be very pleased that you are alive."
Saying this, Duqin's eyes flickered a little, and then he spoke directly.
"Why don't you join our Du Shi Sect and serve the country from now on?"
As soon as Duqin said these words, many people in the field staggered. Ouyang Hong's feet trembled, Zhan Bo tightened his sleeves, Fan Tixue suppressed the excitement in his heart, and Liu Jianyu, who was standing on Song Mu's side, only felt that his feet were