"I think you can use this sword to chop off the heads of those people."
Tao Fengming spoke calmly, and Song Mu suddenly trembled when he heard these words. At this moment, he looked down at the long sword in his hand, with an expression on his face.
Sometimes, when people are feeling lost and sad, what they need is not the sympathy of others, but encouragement.
There was nothing deeper than the support Tao Fengming gave Song Mu at this moment. Song Mu looked up at Tao Fengming and nodded heavily.
Tao Fengming smiled slightly and waved his hand.
"I have told you something about swordsmanship before. I will teach you how to use this weapon in a few days. Today you are a little excited, so go and rest and clear your mind."
After saying this, Tao Fengming turned away and seemed to no longer pay attention to Song Mu.
Song Mu was filled with gratitude, but he also quietly exited the room, took the long sword with him, and returned to his room.
Sitting at the table, Song Mu looked at the long sword in his hand, feeling a little emotional in his heart.
A gentleman loves swords, and having such a sword in his hand made Song Mu feel full of strength.
Song Mu briefly tried the long sword in the room. When his literary power was gently injected into it, the long sword trembled slightly, and then he could feel a sharp feeling.
came.
This is a sword, a sword with majestic power.
When Song Mu was obsessed with the preciousness of this sword, a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Brother Song, are you there? Are you awake?"
Song Mu was stunned. Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, he put away his sword and opened the door, only to see Xu Yuncai standing outside.
At this moment, Xu Yuncai's face was filled with joy. When he saw Song Mu opening the door, he immediately raised his hand to Song Mu.
"Brother Song, congratulations on winning Jieyuan!"
When Song Mu heard Xu Yuncai's congratulations, he quickly handed over his hands. At this moment, Xu Yuncai had already taken two steps forward and said to Song Mu.
"Brother Song, I helped my father deal with something out of town these days. I couldn't come to the door in time to congratulate him. I brought you something specially today."
Saying this, Xu Yuncai immediately took out something from the side. Song Mu looked at it and found that it was an inkstone.
"This is a piece of She stone that my father got by chance. It was later made into a very good-looking She inkstone. I specially gave it to Brother Song today."
Naturally, Song Mu also heard about She inkstones, which were mostly produced in the streams around Longwei Mountain, so they were also called Longwei inkstones.
These inkstones are firm and moist, caressing them like skin, are astringent and retain the ink, are slippery and do not repel ink, and can be washed cleanly.
It was widely spread in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and it is also of great use in this era and is also a rare treasure.
Song Mu heard that the thing in Xu Yuncai's hand turned out to be such a precious thing, and immediately refused, but Xu Yuncai insisted on stuffing the thing into Song Mu's arms.
"Brother Song, this is my congratulatory gift. This is what my father meant."
Song Mu was speechless at the moment, but at this moment Xu Yuncai's eyes were shining when he looked at Song Mu. Song Mu noticed that something was wrong, and immediately welcomed him into the room.
When he sat down in the room, Xu Yuncai looked at Song Mu with even more surprise, and then he spoke.
"Brother Song, I only know now that you have already written a book before."
When Song Mu heard him talking like this, the expression on his face was also sudden. It seemed that the other party already knew that the "Hundred Demons' Miscellany" was written by him.
But since he is the young master of Yingxuefang, this matter will definitely be known.
So Song Mu smiled, nodded, and explained.
"This is something Song wrote when he had some income. Unexpectedly, it has achieved good results."
"Not only is it a good result, the "Hundred Demons' Miscellaneous Talk" has been published and it immediately became popular. Now, people are circulating it in many places in the south of the Yangtze River. It is the best-selling book among folk books today, and there are many more.
The storytelling and shadow puppets have been changed, and it’s extremely lively.”
Saying this, Xu Yuncai also had a bit of yearning on his face.
"I think I also liked that book the most at the beginning, and I always waited for the stories while reading. Later, the book ended after ten volumes. I was very regretful."
"I just didn't expect that now I know that this book was printed by Yingxuefang, and it was written by you, Brother Song."
Song Mu smiled bitterly and said frankly that it was just an accidental acquisition and there was no need to publicize it, while Xu Yuncai also said it cautiously.
"But brother Song, don't worry. I know the benefits and risks involved. My father also made it clear to me, so I specially prepared this gift when I came here today."
"Thank you uncle, you are very considerate."
Song Mu spoke, but at this time Xu Yuncai frowned and asked.
"But Brother Song, why don't you write anymore? The stories you wrote are so interesting and we all like them."
Song Mu smiled and shook his head.
"It has already been used. If you write it again, Song is eager for quick success."
Xu Yuncai was a little confused, and there was a look of pity on his face at this moment, but he didn't say anything.
Song Mu, on the other hand, looked at Xu Yuncai and said.
"Brother Xu is going to Chang'an in a few days. Now that time is so tight, you come to visit me?"
Xu Yuncai waved his hand, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"At this point, I also want to thank Brother Song."
Song Mu didn't know, but Xu Yuncai said a little shyly.
"Since Brother Song's song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" was spread, Mr. Wang has also seen it, but he is not angry at all. He just agreed to let my family come to propose marriage. So..."
Saying this, Xu Yuncai's face showed a bit of excitement after excitement.
Song Mu's eyes suddenly flashed when he heard this. At this moment, he stood up and cupped his hands towards the other party.
"Congratulations to Brother Xu."
"Thank you very much."
Xu Yuncai said with a smile, but at the moment he looked at Song Mu and said with a smile.
"Brother Song's poetry is amazing. He can write a great poem casually, which really makes Xu envious."
But at this time, Xu Yuncai sneaked closer to Song Mu and spoke.
"Although I knew last time that Brother Song had no idea of publishing a collection of poems, now I have to mention it again. This time Brother Song moved his name to Yuzhang, but he never thought about taking it a step further?"
"If I could publish a collection of poems, not only would I be qualified now, but with Brother Song's amazing literary talent, he would definitely impress the world."
"That collection of poems might even be remembered in history,"
When Song Mu heard these words, he was somewhat speechless at the moment, but he also said with a smile.
"Song will no longer consider this. If you like it, you can see my poems in other places."
When Xu Yuncai heard this, he felt even more regretful, but at this moment he could only nod his head.
"I originally thought that if Brother Song could publish a collection of poems, I would take it to Chang'an. It would surely be popular by then, and I, Ying Xuefang, might be able to establish a foothold in Chang'an."
Hearing what the other party said, Song Mu suddenly had some thoughts in his heart.
It's not that he wants to publish a collection of poems, but Song Mu feels that the "Hundred Demons' Miscellaneous Talk" has already been of great educational use, but Song Mu is thinking about whether he can write more.
In fact, it may be because of my own fault. When I wrote Yue Fei's poem in the examination room, I was thinking about it.
Although there are many heroes in this era, it seems that there are always some missing performances.
The common people may know a little bit, but now that the years are quiet, they seem to be a little more happy-go-lucky.
Maybe I can publish another folk book and talk about heroes.
This thought bubbled up in Song Mu's mind for a moment, and he even recalled in his mind the handsome but extremely determined shield-carrying warrior on the battlefield in Nanwucheng that day.
In the end, Song Mu just smiled and said nothing.
The two chatted for a few more words, but they talked about the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.
"You have been invited by the Governor and the Academic Affairs Master to attend a banquet at Prince Teng's Pavilion. I heard that it is now even more beautifully decorated. Alas, I am envious of it."
Xu Yuncai was speaking at this moment, with a very yearning expression on his face, but at that moment he thought of something, looked at Song Mu excitedly, and said.
"But speaking of it, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet will also be a poetry party."
"But I don't know what poems Brother Song will be able to write by then?"