The Li Du Poetry Sect is the most powerful literati sect in the world. Its poems help the human race prosper and stabilize their country.
When Taizu of the Wen Dynasty founded the country, he personally wrote a ode to the world for these two poets, so that the world's literati would respect Li and Du as immortals and poets.
Not only did he give his poet endless glory and wealth, but he also peeled off a large piece of broken star from under the sky star and directly offered it to Li Du Wenmai.
Tian En, as well as Li Du Shizong, who has produced numerous Jinshi Hanlin scholars over the past hundreds of years, all know what Du Qin's words represent.
According to Song Mu's current achievements, if he enters Du Fu's Poetry Sect, given time, he may be a Jinshi!
Jinshi! It is a realm that countless scholars dream of.
After finishing speaking, the eyes of the scholars around him burst out with intense longing. At this moment, they all stared at Song Mu, who was standing in front of Duqin without speaking, with bulging eyes.
Seeing that Song Mu had not made any response, they wished they were Song Mu and knelt down to accept everything happily.
Even Qiu Buchu's eyes flashed with light at this moment. He also hoped that Song Mu could enter the Poetry Sect.
Because this opportunity is really precious. After all, the person who made this request is the head of the Du Shi Sect, the Half-Saint!
There was some commotion in the field, but Duqin just looked at Song Mu with a smile on his face, quietly waiting for Song Mu's answer.
He really fell in love with Song Mu. If he had just arrived here before, Duqin still had some thoughts of supporting his old friend and his descendants, but at this moment, Duqin just fell in love with Song Mu.
I don’t dare to say whether the other person’s attainments in poetry are unprecedented or unprecedented, but he is also unique and has a smooth writing style, and Duke Qin can vaguely feel the potential contained in this young man.
So Du Qin said this sincerely, hoping that Song Mu would join the Du Shi Sect and become famous all over the world.
But Song Mu breathed out a deep breath at this moment, raised his head and asked.
"Master Half-Saint, you and your ancestor are old friends, right?"
Duqin frowned slightly, but nodded lightly.
"Then what do you think I should do now?"
Song Mu's tone was a little calmer, and he looked directly at Duqin and said.
The people next to him were holding their breath and concentrating at this moment. They couldn't understand what Song Mu was doing.
Such a good thing, why don't you agree immediately.
After hearing Song Mu's words, Duqin pondered for a moment, and his usually carefree face actually became a little more thoughtful.
"You don't want to join my poetry sect?"
For a moment, Duqin asked back. Song Mu had no expression on his face, but nodded slowly.
Fan Tixue, who was standing behind Qiu Buchu, immediately slapped his forehead, his face full of regret.
However, there was already some relief on Duqin's face, and he stroked his beard and nodded.
"I am being reckless. You are a descendant of Song Wenrong. He was so close to founding the Poetry Sect, but..."
Duke Qin paused and said with a bit of encouragement.
"Little baby, then you must be prepared to study hard for hundreds of years. Your ancestor's wish is not so easy to achieve."
Duqin's words were very emotional. Song Wenrong suddenly emerged as a star in the Wen Dynasty, but in the end he was teased by fate and passed away in a blink of an eye.
At that time, the Song family was only one step away from establishing a sect and benefiting future generations.
At this moment, when Song Mu asked Duqin this question, Duqin naturally understood the meaning immediately and gave Song Mu a high look.
This young man is as passionate as his ancestor. This kind of person is not the golden scale in the pool.
Song Mu, who received such a response from Du Qin, also had a somewhat solemn expression on his face at this moment. When Du Qin said the invitation, Song Mu was a little distracted at that moment, and even encouraged himself to nod unconsciously in his mind.
But immediately, Song Mu saw the ancient book in his mind, and saw the telepathy method left by his ancestor in the ancient book.
I am a descendant of the seventeenth generation of the Song family, and I have secret books like my ancestors hidden away.
Song Mu thought of the meaningful gaze of the ancestor's shadow above Shiyang County that night.
After being admitted to the scholar program yesterday, Song Mu's heart was a bit turbulent and uncertain, but at this moment, Du Qin's words gave Song Mu a firm goal in his heart.
That is to carry on with the wishes of the ancestors and lead the Song family to regroup. One day, they will declare their names in front of the palace, ride on horses and parade through the streets. One day, they will be like the semi-saints in front of them, stepping on the rainbow and shining brightly!
From now on in this world, everyone must remember the Song family!
Song Mu was convinced in his heart, while Duqin was already nodding his head.
"If you have such ambitions, you are living up to the prestige of your ancestors. If you can create a poetry sect in the future, it will be a legend in the world!"
Duqin said this, but Song Mu raised his head and looked at him slightly.
"What? You think this is not enough?" Duqin saw a hint of unwillingness in Song Mu's eyes and asked immediately, but Song Mu shook his head.
"No, Master Semi-Saint, the poets in the world are now at the pinnacle. Song Mu is just clinging to a few things and doesn't dare to have any delusions."
"But you..." Duke Qin paused, but suddenly understood, and his expression was a bit playful.
"Do you want to make a name for yourself with your words? Your words are indeed good!"
Song Mu didn't speak, but the things in his eyes revealed what he was thinking.
Duqin laughed again, but more cheerfully than before, and the expression on his face was unprecedentedly exciting.
"Do you still want to create an unprecedented ci sect? Although ci in this world has already emerged, do you know the difficulties involved?"
As Duqin spoke, his heart that had been calm for hundreds of years regained some hope.
He wanted to see if the young scholar in front of him would really be able to create a ci sect one day.
Ci Zong, that is the great cause of truly establishing a sect!
"Good! My trip is well worth it. Ci master, if you can become the best ci master in the world, your Song family will definitely be named in the world of Jiuzhou from now on!"
With that said, Duqin seemed to have made a plan. He only saw him take a few steps back, and suddenly the golden light on his body faded away.
The face of the phantom became a bit sharper, and the majesty of the semi-saint was undoubtedly revealed.
"Song Mu, since you have such ambitions and have these resonant poems today, I will also give you a blessing. One day the carp will turn into a golden dragon. Don't forget to offer me a glass of wine first!"
As Duqin said this, the golden light all over his body dissipated and was replaced by a burst of obscure fluctuations. The fluctuations spread out in the front yard of the examination hall. The next moment, he saw countless poems coming out of his body.
came out, all emitting golden light, surrounding Duqin.
At the same time, the misty chanting started from nowhere, and every sound was filled with Du Fu's poems.
Qiu Buchu had already stretched out his hand to move all the people away and retreated. Only Duqin and Song Mu were left in the courtyard.
Song Mu was also shocked at this moment, and his face was full of surprise when he saw Duqin displaying his power in front of him.
"Song Mu, today I will give you a rainbow light of literature, so that in the future you will be righteous and evil will be avoided!"
As Duqin said this, he saw his hand stretch out and move a few words among the countless gold characters rolling around in front of him, and then condensed into a sentence in front of Song Mu.
"The son does not speak, but his strange power confuses the gods."
The seven golden characters shone brightly, Song Mu looked solemn, bowed to Duke Qin, and said in a deep voice.
"Song Mu will definitely live up to the expectations of the semi-sage. If he is named on the gold list one day, Song Mu will definitely kneel down to the Shizong to express his gratitude!"
Duqin made several loud noises, and the golden characters poured into Song Mu's body, and then dissolved into his flesh and blood.
The brilliance dissipated in an instant. Song Mu stood there with his eyes closed and felt the power of this literary rainbow light, while Duqin's shadow had already risen into the sky.
In the distance, Qiu Buchu and others bowed to see him off, but at that moment, Mr. Feng Ming's eyes met Duqin's from a distance, and Duqin's face showed a hint of hope.