Chapter 8 Psalms handed down from generation to generation!
Chapter 8 A poem passed down from generation to generation!
All the scholars in the courtyard were looking at the "Moss" written by Song Mu on the paper and talking about it with great interest. The faces of Pan Wenhao, Qi Dazhuo and others who came around later had a bit of astonishment and gloominess on their faces.
They didn't expect that Song Mu actually wrote it. And it seemed that the poems written by the people around him were not as good as him.
Song Mu, who had just absorbed a huge amount of literary energy, was overjoyed.
Because the "Tongjian of Ancient and Modern Poetry" that was in my mind slowly turned to a page, and a few lines of writing were slowly revealed on the page after the annotations of Song's ancient scriptures.
Song Mu had a vague feeling in his heart that as long as he wanted to, this poem could be used by him immediately.
The few lines of handwriting that were revealed were the poem I had just written, and at the end of the poem, there was a line of small words suffixed.
Auxiliary war poems, talents compete with each other.
An auxiliary war poem? A battle of talents?
Song Mu was stunned. This was obviously a poem about things. How could it be a poem about supporting war? Are there any poems of this type in ancient times?
Song Mu could understand that it was a measure of the literary talent of articles and poems. If one's talent reached the peak of eight battles, his poems could be handed down from generation to generation, and those who reached the extreme level could reach nine battles of talent, which would shock the world.
Song Mu felt a little strange, and kept recalling what the original owner had learned in the past. In the past, county schools and ancient books of the Song family had introduced that since the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, the power of Wen was used to fight.
If a literati wants to gather his literary power, he must first be full of literary spirit.
Literary spirit comes from reciting and studying ancient and modern articles and works, or from articles and poems written by literati. The children's test only teaches a scholar's reading qualifications to find out whether he can absorb the humanistic spirit of heaven and earth.
Only children with abundant literary power can write articles in the imperial examination, gather their literary power in one fell swoop, and step into the road of literati.
After condensing the literary power, one can control the literary power, and the great Confucian scholars created poems, songs, and short sentences as weapons.
From this, many schools of poetry, poetry sects, and literati came into being. They could use this method to defend against the enemy, and they could also use this method to lead hundreds of soldiers to fight.
The prerequisite for really doing all this is to have a scholar's degree.
Only those who have a scholarly degree can enter the palace, gather their literary power, and write poems!
But now that I am a child, I can still use this poem?
Song Mu felt something unspeakably strange in his heart, but he also came to the conclusion that such poems must be useful to him.
After all, no one will worry about increasing their trump card!
Song Mu was only shocked for a moment, and then returned to calmness. He looked around. Master Xun was already holding Song Mu's poem and admiring it. When he saw Song Mu looking at him, he reached out and handed the poem over.
"Yes, Not Bad."
"very nice!"
Master Xun opened his mouth to praise, and all the talented students next to him were a little surprised. How Master Xun behaved. Everyone understood that if they want to get something good from Master Xun as a student, it almost means that they represent Master Xun.
Completely recognized Song Mu.
This poem about things written by Song Mu was even recognized by Master Xun as a good one?
Pan Wenhao and Qi Dazuo were both stunned, and Qi Dazuo even murmured something.
"This single seedling took a trip to Yanggang. Did he really get enlightened?"
Pan Wenhao snorted coldly and said in a low voice: "It's just good luck. In today's test, he must come up with one or two poems that are at the bottom of the box."
After all, he is a descendant of the Wenwen Song family. No matter how bad he is, he will always have a few good poems.
Qi Dazhuo also nodded with deep understanding. Pan Wenhao looked at Master Xun who was already testing other people's poems and typing the boards one by one. At this moment, he squinted at Song Mu.
"It is Tong Sheng's limit to write a poem with four talents. I don't believe he can do another one that is similar."
While Pan Wenhao was making calculations in his mind, Li Mo'er over there had also read Song Mu's poems, with a somewhat puzzled expression on his face.
Perhaps he felt that the poems written by Song Mu now were completely different from his previous performance.
"Did Young Master Song just hide his clumsiness?"
Li Mo'er asked suddenly. Li Mo'er's eyes narrowed even more, and she looked at Song Mu expectantly.
Song Mu had just come back to his senses from the state just now, and now he was more interested in the situation of the ancient book, so he just grinned when he saw Li Mo'er's appearance.
Next to him, Master Xun had finished testing all the poems of these seven or eight children. At this moment, he turned around and looked at Song Mu.
"Song Mu, it seems that you are somewhat enlightened."
Saying this, Master Xun took a deep breath and spoke immediately.
"Then let's start the second song."
"The imperial examination does not only test poems about things. For this second poem, you should sing about the classmates around you."
Master Xun said very cheerfully, as if he had already formulated this topic in his mind.
Song Mu and others looked surprised when they heard this. Kong Zong also glanced at Song Mu and then smiled bitterly.
On the other hand, Li Mo'er next to her was actually quite interested when she heard the topic, and she nodded and said.
"Master, this is a wonderful topic."
Song Mu also looked at Li Mo'er with a surprised expression, and then looked at Kong Zong, his mind went blank for a moment.
Chanting objects, describing scenery and expressing aspirations, these are all easy to say, but there is no exact topic for him to chant his classmates, which makes Song Mu also find it difficult to start.
However, Master Xun seemed to be very happy to see the sad faces of several people, and other people on the scene were also very interested.
In particular, several scholars and teachers also eagerly tried to write one or two lines of poetry, but they always felt that the intention was not good and shook their heads repeatedly.
Then, they also looked at Song Mu and others.
People are like this. Once something they are very interested in is difficult to make, they like to see how others do it.
No matter whether the other party fails or succeeds, it is not you who is embarrassed anyway.
Kong Zong next to him scratched his head and ears, but instead encouraged Song Mu who had just written a good poem.
"Brother Song, if you believe in yourself, just write. Don't limit yourself."
"Yeah, write it quickly, we want to see it too."
The others also followed suit, and everyone was very interested.
Song Mu also sighed and could only rely on the things he remembered in his mind in the past.
After finishing speaking, Song Mu stretched out his hand to study the ink, thinking in his mind, murmuring in his mouth, frowning tightly, looking like he had no clue.
Kong Zong was also a little uncomfortable studying ink, feeling that the topic given by Master was too difficult.
At this moment, Song Mu Yanmo's hand suddenly paused, and then he raised his eyes and glanced at Li Mo. Then he slowly turned around and bowed his hand respectfully towards the north.
"Li Sheng, Du Sheng, Xiaosheng was abrupt today."
Seeing Song Mu saluting so respectfully, and still saluting the Li Du family who had already been canonized a long time ago, everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and they looked at Song Mu in confusion.
After bowing and bowing, Song Mu turned around and picked up the pen, dipped it in ink and dropped it. Black marks appeared on the white paper, and the slightly unfamiliar calligraphy continued to appear, and a seven-character poem appeared on the paper.
A scholar quickly came over and started to read.
"Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer fresh."
"Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years!"
As the poem blurted out, everyone's eyes suddenly widened a bit, and the few students who had just dipped their ink in to write were also suddenly startled, and the drop of a pin could be heard in the audience.
But Pan Wenhao suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted in the crowd.
"Bold! Song Mu, how dare you provoke and insult Saint Li Du like this!"
Pan Wenhao felt extremely excited, and seemed to have grasped Song Mu's pain point at this moment.
It is inevitable that he would not say so. Since the establishment of the Wen Dynasty, the best way to use literary power to defeat the enemy is to use short verses, and if you want to make the attack more powerful, the verses you use must be extremely talented.
Li Bai's poems are romantic yet chivalrous, and each sentence is sharp and sharp. His poem "The Journey of a Chivalrous Man" once killed countless monsters.
Du Fu's poems are melancholy and full of passion, and they are also the favorite of literati all over the world.
The human race has been fighting demons for decades, and there have been hundreds of years of the Wen Dynasty in the world. Countless literati in the world love to use Li Du's poems to control literary power, and every time Li Du's poems are used, Li Du's literary lineage is strengthened, and hundreds of
With years of nourishment, the two poetry sects of Li and Du are now unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and are the first in the world in terms of poetry.
Talented people all over the world want to learn Li Du's writings, and countless literati regard Li Du's poetry as their aspiration.
Because it was a pinnacle of poetry and the mainstay of an era.
But now, a little boy actually said something like "It's not new anymore", which shocked everyone present.
"Song Mu, how dare you slander Li Du... huh?"
Pan Wenhao and Qi Dazuo immediately opened their mouths to accuse Song Mu, as if they had caught Song Mu's hand. However, before the vicious words came out of their mouths, they suddenly paused the next moment.
Because they suddenly saw the vast literary spirit surging out of the white paper!
The literary energy between heaven and earth is surging crazily. The rich white energy comes from the poem on the desk. At the same time, colorful lights begin to surround this vast white energy!
"You are so talented!"
"Psalms handed down from generation to generation!"
"It's like the saying that talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years!"
A scholar shouted loudly and raised his hand unconsciously.
"I feel the literary power in my body is surging, and these talents are pouring into my body!"
The other talented students also exclaimed, and all of them looked shocked at this moment. Li Mo'er, who was standing in front of Song Mu's desk, was also slightly stunned.
Master Xun stepped forward with his sleeves sternly rolled up, and looked at Song Mu with a serious look on his face. He saw that Song Mu had already written down the title of this poem.
"Gift to Brother Kong Zong and Shiyang County School Classmates on July 5th"
After the title of the poem fell, the literary energy surging on the paper became even more terrifying. This vast literary energy turned into ribbons and first ran into Kong Zong's body, then passed out and spread out. Almost everyone in the field was swept away by the ribbons of talent.
Pass.
At that moment, the rich literary atmosphere made everyone's eyes change.