Song Mu immediately followed He Zhiyong to a wide courtyard.
The courtyard is surrounded by walls. Inside is an open space the size of a football field. The ground is completely paved with blue bricks, and there are a lot of training equipment placed on it. At this moment, there are also some men wearing the same fancy clothes as He Zhiyong.
This training.
Seeing this scene, it reminded Song Mu of the time when he was training in Fu Xue.
As He Zhiyong arrived, everyone here stopped what they were doing and saluted He Zhiyong, with a look of reverence on their faces.
Song Mu also learned from Dai Mingde that although He Zhiyong was tall and thick, he was also a learned man. He was only thirty years old and was already a civil servant.
He is the leader of the younger generation of the He family.
Not only that, this He Zhiyong is good at both civil and military skills, and may become a Jinshi in the future, becoming the mainstay of the He family in the future.
Such a person has the aura of a noble family and his own abilities. It is not an exaggeration to call him a genius.
However, He Zhiyong seemed to have a bad temper. At this moment, he just hurriedly bowed his hands to everyone, and then asked everyone to clear the field.
Knowing that He Zhiyong was going to compete with others in swordsmanship, these He family disciples were not surprised. At this moment, they quickly cleared the place, but when they looked at Song Mu, they were also stunned.
Because they realized that Song Mu was just a scholar?
Although everyone was doubtful, Song Mu was also standing in the field at this moment, looking at He Zhiyong who was finishing preparations next to him.
He Zhiyong raised his hands towards Song Mu and said in a deep voice.
"Brother Song, how do you think we should compete?"
Song Mu looked around at the moment and just raised his hands and said.
"Then let's try a few tricks. I really want to see how the poetry and swordsmanship that Brother He mentioned can be used against the enemy."
Hearing this, He Zhiyong was obviously very satisfied. He nodded immediately, held his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and spoke.
"Then please feel free to enlighten me."
As he said this, he heard the other party suddenly chant in a low voice.
"The desolate yearning has exhausted all the loyalty, and the ladder navigation has already opened itself."
"Although there is no fighting in the Nine Attacks, we will still hold the Rong army in the fifth month."
The words were spoken, and the power of lifting people was formed in an instant. The power of writing immediately clung to He Zhiyong's body, and soon it seemed to have found a place to vent, and it rushed towards the sword at his waist crazily.
The disciples around him were watching with keen eyes, but at this moment, He Zhiyong's body didn't seem to have changed much.
Song Mu also took out a piece of writing paper at this moment, and was frowning when he heard the other party speak again.
"The desolate yearning has exhausted all the loyalty, and the ladder navigation has already opened itself."
"Although there is no fighting in the Nine Attacks, we will still hold the Rong army in the fifth month."
Chanting again.
Song Mu hadn't understood the meaning of this, but he suddenly saw the literary energy in He Zhiyong's body that had just slowly converged surge out again at this moment.
The long sword has been unsheathed.
But in the next moment, the literary power at the tip of the long sword was condensed, and the next moment it bloomed violently towards the surroundings.
Song Mu was shocked, and at this moment he threw out the poem in his hand unceremoniously.
The song "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" quickly took shape, and Song Mu also pulled out the long sword in his hand. At this moment, a burst of literary power poured into the sword, and what seemed to be streams of water vapor continued to overflow from it.
This scene made everyone extremely surprised. They didn't expect Song Mu, a scholar, to be able to come up with such methods?
He Zhiyong had also noticed Song Mu's changes at this moment, and there was a bit of surprise on his face.
"Brother Song is indeed extraordinary."
As the words fell, the long sword in the opponent's hand was already swung, as if it was just slowly passing through the air, affecting those literary spirits.
All this does not seem to be fast, and it even feels a bit slow.
But the next moment, Song Mu's expression immediately changed.
Because it was an extremely heavy sword attack, coming towards him at this moment.
The alarm bells rang in Song Mu's heart, and he immediately swung out the long sword in his hand. The stream of water suddenly shot out and mixed with the sword light.
But the next moment, I heard He Zhiyong say again.
"Brother Song, don't stop, let's come again!"
As he spoke, he was heard chanting again.
"The jasper is as high as a tree, and there are thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down."
"I wonder who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."
It's this "Ode to the Willow" again, and it's recited twice!
When He Zhiyong finished reciting, all he saw was that the tip of his sword suddenly emitted a burst of literary power, as light as silk thread, dancing with the wind, but coming from all directions.
Song Mu was extremely surprised by this, but he had already felt the changes brought about by the thousands of literary spirits ahead.
At that moment, Song Mu also unceremoniously took out another poem, and immediately threw it out as before. In conjunction with the long sword in his hand, he used his literary power to violently move it.
But at this moment, Song Mu looked stunned again.
Because at this moment, the threads of literary power in front of him came in waves, and the amplitude was increasing rapidly. But at the next moment, extremely huge power came from the end of the threads.
Song Mu's momentum also suddenly increased, and the two entangled each other, making bursts of explosions.
But when Song Mu launched his attack again, he found that everything in front of him was empty.
Then He Zhiyong is no longer in front of him.
Song Mu reacted suddenly and turned sideways to block with his sword. He saw two Wenli threads striking fiercely, but He Zhiyong's figure appeared on the other side.
Before Song Mu could turn around, the opponent's long sword was already in front of him. The next moment, a sword energy grazed the skin of Song Mu's neck. Song Mu's Chuanze came only a little later and swung away.
He Zhiyong was already standing in front of Song Mu, but at this moment his eyes fell on Chuanze in Song Mu's hand.
"Brother Song has a good sword in his hand!"
He Zhiyong put away his sword and said with admiration at this moment.
Song Mu broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that the tip of the opponent's sword had almost scratched his neck just now, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
This was a feeling I had never experienced before. With just a few moves, I was easily defeated by the opponent.
At this moment, Song Mu also sheathed the long sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with emotion on his face.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Brother He is indeed worthy of his reputation. This kind of swordsmanship is really overwhelming."
He Zhiyong immediately shook his head and said with a smile on his face.
"Brother Song is not bad either, but he is a little hesitant when using poetry."
When Song Mu heard this, he remembered the scene of the other party in the fight, and asked in surprise.
"Brother He gave me some advice. I saw Brother He read the poem twice, but I don't know..."
He Zhiyong seemed to know Song Mu's doubts and spoke immediately.
"This is the way of swordsmanship that I have learned."
Song Mu was stunned for a moment, but now he said in confusion.
"But Brother He recites the same poem every time. Reciting it twice will consume too much literary power, right?"
He Zhiyong shook his head and said.
"That's not the case. Although I am reciting two poems, the emphasis is different each time."
Song Mu was stunned for a moment, and recalled the difference in the opponent's chanting before launching an attack. It seemed that there was a different focus when pronouncing the words.
Sure enough, He Zhiyong saw Song Mu's expression and said with a smile.
"Brother Song should also have thought that a poem is not just a simple one or two words that are useful, nor should they be used in just one situation."
Song Mu suddenly thought of the difference between the other party in the spring breeze, silk ribbon and scissors, and he suddenly understood.
"It turns out there is such a way to use it, but Song Mu is ignorant."
Only then did Song Mu realize that when he got the long sword from his master, he was actually overly pursuing the coordination with the long sword, so he mostly chose poems that stirred up the water. But in fact, this may be the shortcoming. Although it is called
Kawazawa, but it does not mean that only poems with a lot of water and swamp can be used.
"Brother Song is not bad in strength, but using the long sword in your hand like this is a bit inappropriate given your habit."
He Zhiyong said this, shifted his gaze back to the sword in Song Mu's hand, and then said in a deep voice.
"I don't think Brother Song's sword was tailor-made, right?"
After hearing this, Song Mu naturally nodded in embarrassment, while He Zhiyong said.
"Then Brother Song can completely re-forge it. If there are any good poems in the future, he can also engrave them again."
Saying this, He Zhiyong looked up at Song Mu and said.
"I remember there seemed to be a literary party in the city, and one of the prizes was a red coral."
"Although red coral comes from the sea, it is as tough as gold and stone, and it is also neutralized by water, earth, and wood, and it is forged with fire, which should be beneficial to this sword."