In just a moment, the atmosphere of the scene was completely ignited. Many literati were eager to show off their literary talents here, and even more wanted to make a name for themselves.
So almost immediately, many literati gathered in front of the temple again.
At this moment, everyone is writing and writing, leaving behind various poems, songs, and articles. Some of them praise virtues and virtues, and there are also some people who use literature to make things easier. Some people are unique, but they only write a few words, but what they say makes people laugh or cry.
Such a chaotic situation only lasted for a moment, and suddenly there was movement.
A wave of literary energy rippled out instantly, and someone in the audience exclaimed.
"Someone has written a brilliant poem!"
As he said this, everyone around him also looked around, only to see a middle-aged scholar smiling and cupping his hands around him. Han Yuchen also lowered his head to look at the article written by the other person, stroking his beard slightly at this moment.
Some people competed to be the first, and naturally some people also held back their energy, so almost in a moment, someone wrote poems and essays with talent one after another. The most powerful one was already full of talents, which was amazing.
Even Kong Lun and his wife, who were watching, couldn't help it. They raised their hands with Song Mu and said.
Seeing Song's agreement, Han Yuchen was overjoyed for a moment and immediately called for him to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
In the end, no literati in the temple could wait to recite the poem. Everyone around them was full of surprise when they heard this, and Mrs. Song also looked up.
"Man Jiang Hong·Congratulations on the completion of Han Wengong Temple, who wrote that?"
Even though Tao Changqing was reading this poem over and over again, he was also very disgusted.
Everyone knew it, and at that time, the Song family had not put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Han Yuchen was standing to one side.
"Let's go together!"
Xie Jun didn't hesitate to praise him at all, and the people around him also echoed his praise.
The people around who had not lost their spirits were surprised for a moment when they saw that they had stopped writing, ink, paper and inkstones, and saw a young man standing behind the young city lord and Kong Lun of the Han family.
The person who wrote that poem was none other than Xie Jun, who was now raising his hands to everyone around him, with a look of pride on his face.
Song Mu smiled slightly and just spoke in harmony.
Xie Jun spoke, but Xie Junsu's eyes shone with a bit of expectation.
Mrs. Song just bowed her hands and responded modestly.
That poem can be regarded as an inferior work. Although the title of the poem is Manjianghong, the content not only misses the past deeds of Han Wengong, but also substitutes for the current predicament of Chaozhou City. It even borrows the allusion of the Song Dynasty's battlefield to give the lyrics to the poem.
The finishing touch.
Seeing this, Mrs. Song had to nod her head in approval. As a disciple of the ancestor Ci Sect, Song Mu's behavior was not too rough, but his ability was enough to be worthy of his status as a disciple of the Ci Sect.
"Today is such a happy day, and the villain of the city lord said so, so Song will give it a try."
Xie Jun just smiled and held his hands, but Han Yuchen suddenly spoke.
Tao Changqing was chatting with Song Mu at the moment. Although Xie Jun was not modest, he could not hide the excitement on his face. He did not change the subject until he saw Xie Jun arrive.
I don’t think there’s anything unusual about the little city lord.
"Song's head is empty today, let's see again."
Many people followed and agreed. Song just stood on one side and saw the situation, but Han Li came over at that time.
Kong Lun and Song Mu of the Han family were surprised when they heard that Han Yuchen actually commented on the Song family in that way, and they seemed to know each other. At the same time, their views on the Song family dropped to a new level.
That's why Song can feel the vibration of Wenwen Tourmaline.
"Brother Song, why not give it a try? This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Who is this person?"
After saying this, Xie Jun reached for his pen and dipped it in ink, then raised his head and glanced at the temple behind him. At this moment, he seemed to have a clear idea in his mind.
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At that time, Xie Junsu knew where he was coming from. When Song Mu's disciples saw him, they wanted to introduce him to the Song family, but they thought that Han Yuchen just waved his hand.
"Song Dayou is so powerful despite his age. He must have had a promising future before he came here."
"Inscription on Han Wengong Temple."
After the two explained this, Tao Changqing looked at the Song family with a startled look on his face.
Sure enough, people around him heard that Song Mu was a disciple of Xie Jun's Ci Sect and was here to help fight against the demons. For a while, they were full of praise.
After all, the Song family looks so young, but she does not have strong ability to raise people. It is true that she is young and has no talent, so she said with a smile.
The power of writing fluctuated rapidly, immediately attracting the attention of the people around him.
And as the talented poems continued to emerge, the cold feelings of the people around him were also aroused, and they were constantly competing for the best. Song Dynasty could hear some wrong poems from them from time to time, and couldn't help but nod his head when he felt the subtleties.
"Brother Song, today we are entertaining Zhou. Just now you told Kong Lun about his help, and Kong Lun also said that he wanted to meet him."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present lit up. Song Mu and others were looking forward to this, but Xie Junsu was surprised that it was Han Yuchen's suggestion.
"Sure enough, I still have a profound foundation in Ci. With those kinds of Ci works, I can expect to retire as a scholar given time."
Moreover, there was a bit of expectation and joy in his words.
Being able to get acquainted with a Hanlin scholar and seem to be deeply appreciated, the Song family was no longer so complicated, and it made Xie Jun and his two men identify that Xie Jun was a disciple of a certain poetry sect.
"You and Mr. Song have not met before. You really enjoyed the scene in the city gate today."
But at that moment, Mrs. Song suddenly felt a movement in her heart, and realized that the Wenwen Tourmaline she was carrying around her body was shaking at that moment, and immediately not a single Wenli force suddenly dispersed in the scene.
Mrs. Song saw those things after a long time, but her heart was intense, and she said in a deep voice to the people around her.
Mrs. Song naturally knew that it was the article that Han Yuchen expected her to write. She raised her eyes and looked at the crowd and then at the surrounding courtyard. She was not touched at all and just nodded.
"You're so talented! That's an inferior lyricist."
Song did not refuse at this moment, and went up to Tao Changqing under the leadership of Han Li.
In the spotlight of everyone, Song put pen to paper.
"Yes, Xie Jun Ci Sect is a first-class small sect. If our little war begins, you should go and experience the style of that first-class small sect."
"You see, Mr. Song's mood is low today, but he still hasn't been able to express his talents?"
When Kong Lun saw Song Mu's words, he didn't force him at the moment. He just gave his hand and he and Han Li couldn't wait to squeeze to the back of the temple. Song Mu, who was walking at the back, even got the pen and ink.
"Is it like using that beautiful scenery today to write a book about the sages?"
And everyone was surprised when they saw that situation.
That immediately raised some expectations in my heart.
The atmosphere in the venue was pushed to its lowest point at that moment. Many writers racked their brains to write an extraordinary poem, but no one could surpass Song Mu's masterpiece.