Soon, as the various poetry families made arrangements, it was time to set off to participate in the competition.
Song Mu had already received news that many descendants of the Shizong family gathered in Chang'an were waiting for their companions on the Baoshan Great Wall.
Song Mu had an explanation with Gu Qingqing and then left Chang'an.
After leaving Chang'an City, Song Mu urged Wen Li to fly directly into the air. In just a moment, he landed on the Great Wall.
This is the Qinglong Pass of the Baoshan Great Wall. In addition to the soldiers guarding the broad city wall, there are also many people wearing various costumes standing there.
These people are all descendants of various poetry families, and they are gathering here to wait.
While everyone was talking, when they saw Song Mu arriving, they were first attracted by Song Mu's military strength. When they saw his face clearly, everyone stopped talking.
This was the first time that Song Mu showed his Hanlin cultivation in front of many people after returning to the Wen Dynasty, and now Song Mu has successfully broken through and reached the seventh rank of Hanlin.
"Is that the champion of Song Mu Song?"
"Yes, I have been lucky enough to see him before. The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty is indeed extraordinary. He is already at the level of the Imperial Academy at such a young age. We look up to him!"
"I heard that the number one scholar of the Song Dynasty was still an elder of two sects. Now he is still giving lectures in the East Palace. After thinking about it, he died on the battlefield. Looking at it today, I am afraid he will become a great Confucian in the future!"
Several people praised and expressed some emotion.
"This is true. There are also all the poems he wrote. If you count them in detail, I think he will definitely establish a poetry sect one day."
Someone said this, and several people around him nodded slightly, but their eyes obviously flickered a little.
"I'll pay him a visit. I wonder if Song Zhuangyuan is really as kind and courteous as rumored."
Several people were talking like this and quickly moved forward. At this moment, Song Mu, who had landed on the city wall, was also exchanging hands with the people around him.
After some self-introduction, Song Mu also recognized the sons of poets and aristocratic families among them.
Just ignore the fact that there are more than a dozen companies, all of which have their ancestors' poems falling into the hands of the demon clan, hoping to take on the challenge.
Among them, the lowest level of strength also has the level of Juren. Most of them are scholars at the Jinshi level, and many of them are very young. They can also be regarded as representatives of the younger generation of the Wen Dynasty.
At this time, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"Song Zhuangyuan, as expected you also want to participate in this competition."
Song Mu followed the voice and saw a handsome young man walking over quickly. It was Wang Yu from Wang Wei Shizong whom he had met at Tan Zhai.
Song Mu also smiled and said with his hands raised.
"It turns out to be Brother Wang Yu, long time no see."
Wang Yu had already stepped forward. At this moment, he looked at Song Mu's state again. His face was not stiff, but he was filled with deep emotion.
"With a cultivation level like the Number One Scholar of the Song Dynasty, he will definitely be a winner in this competition."
Song Mu, however, shook his head and said that he would not participate in the competition, but was just invited to observe.
Wang Wei paused for a moment. Although he was a little confused, he nodded slightly.
"I see, but it's a pity. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime."
Song Mu also knew that the other party was competing for two authentic works of Wang Wei for his sect. They exchanged a few words with each other. Wang Yu was quite familiar with them and helped introduce some of the disciples who came to visit.
After chatting for a few words, more and more people gathered on the city wall, and there were already a hundred people in total.
But at this time, there was a ray of light shooting from the sky.
Everyone looked up at this moment, and the gorgeous rainbow light fell instantly, and then two figures were revealed.
That was an old man with immortal demeanor appearing in the sky, with Du Feiying following him beside him.
"It's Daru Xiang He! Does Xiang Daru want to go with us this time?"
Someone said, Song Mu was stunned when he heard this name. This Xiang He was one of several great scholars in the Wen Dynasty. He had a long history. He was even said to be a descendant of the Xiang Yu clan, and he was famous for his proficiency in ancient Chinese prose.
The arrival of the other party at this moment also surprised many people. It seems that the imperial court also attached great importance to it and ordered such a great scholar to accompany him.
Xiang He slowly fell down and glanced at the many people on the Baoshan Great Wall. He nodded slightly at this moment, and then paused for a moment on Song Mu before speaking loudly to everyone.
"It seems that everyone is here, let's set off immediately!"
Saying this, everyone raised their hands in response, and many poetry sects released their civilian soldiers, taking everyone on the city wall with them and flying away in the wind.
At this moment, Song Mu was standing in the air with his hands behind his hands, his body full of literary power, and he was following the middle of the team very quickly.
At Song Mu's Hanlin level, he was more comfortable with flying in the air. He naturally had no pressure to keep up with the speed of the Chinese soldiers in the team.
While flying through the air, Song Mu suddenly noticed that there was a force following behind him. At this moment, he looked slightly sideways and saw a graceful figure stepping on a wooden boat and coming to Song Mu's side.
The beauty has a graceful figure and a pair of beautiful eyes on her veiled face. Looking slowly, the subtle voice has reached Song Mu's ears.
"Master Song, I haven't seen you for a long time."
When Song Mu heard this voice, he immediately realized who the person in front of him was.
Du Xianyin.
The opponent is now at the pinnacle of Jinshi, and is only half a step away from entering the Hanlin realm.
Song Mu immediately raised his hands and said.
"It turns out to be Miss Du. She has indeed disappeared for a while. I heard that the Du family's poetry lineage was re-established. Song Mu couldn't congratulate her in person. I'm so sorry."
Song Mu had a calm attitude towards Du Xianyin, and because of his current status, he did not meet with Du Xianyin in private. When he occasionally sent letters, he always expressed it to Gu Qingqing.
After all, today's Du Mu Poetry Sect is called the Women's Poetry Sect by many people, and Song Mu really doesn't dare to mess with it casually.
When Du Xianyin heard this, her beautiful eyes turned around and she stared at Song Mu, who had great literary power.
"Young Master Song's trip is not for "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", but it makes me feel a little pity."
"Otherwise, there might be a chance to compose a new tune for this poem."
Song Mu just smiled slightly, looked at the other party and said.
"Miss Du is going here for the sake of her ancestors' poems, right?"
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"Many of the poems of our ancestors were left in the world, and we have been searching for them for hundreds of years. Now it seems that they are in the hands of this demon clan, so naturally we have to fight for them."
As he spoke, Du Xianyin's eyes kept turning on Song Mu, and he spoke again after a moment.
"But I have a small request."
"Girl, it doesn't matter if you say so."
Du Xianyin smiled slightly.
"In this competition, my Du Shi Sect has only a few poets, but there are many poems. Many of them will be tired by then..."
"But Young Master doesn't want to get involved. Xianyin wants Young Master to help make contacts and ask other poetry sects to help. Xianyin can come up with something to replace it."
Song Mu paused, thinking that Du Xianyin originally wanted to ask him for help, but now he took a detour.
"If there is an opportunity, I will naturally help you."
Song Mu cupped his hands and said, Du Xianyin's eyes obviously became softer.
At the same time, everyone was already heading towards Zhongzhou quickly.
Along the way, many people around them were looking at Song and Mu, their eyes surging with some surprise.
Most of them could recognize Du Xianyin, but they didn't expect that this famous Fairy Yin would actually have a pleasant conversation with Song Mu.
This couldn't help but make everyone fill in a lot of details in their minds.
As time passed, everyone finally reached the border of Zhongzhou. Du Feiying led the way and led everyone across the flat plain, and then a huge city appeared in front of them.
The plain land was endless as far as the eye can see, but suddenly a high city rose from the ground, with blue bricks and black tiles, and towering towers. The vast city was filled with people and everything flourished.
Countless people stopped and looked up at the sky, seeing a group of literati speeding past.