When Song Mu opened his eyes again, he felt that the literary power in his body was like a torrent smashing rocks, making a crashing sound.
When the sound in his body disappeared a lot, Song Mu felt the Wenli in his body again and found that it had already grown a bit stronger in just this moment.
Although it is only a few hairs thick, Song Mu, who has devoted himself to practice in the past few days and has gained some understanding of the growth of literary power, clearly understands that if he relies on his own efforts, it may still take several months. .
Song Mu also found that the power of telepathy in his mind seemed to have increased.
The effect of Wenxing's baptism also surprised Song Mu.
After a while, all the scholars in Shiyang County woke up one after another, and at this time, Shao Le, who was next to Song Mu, had a look of joy on his face.
Song Mu looked over and saw that the other party had successfully entered the realm of scholar.
Everyone present is more or less improved. After all, this baptism of Wenxing is very unique. Being able to receive the green light of Wenxing at such a close position to Wenxing, the surging Wenqi entering the body is unique to everyone. They were all pleasantly surprised.
"Everyone, congratulations. From now on you will be the scholars of our great literary dynasty."
At this time, the heavy and deep voice sounded again, and everyone raised their heads and looked at the old man in front of them. At this moment, the old man threw up his sleeves, and brands appeared from his sleeves.
These waist badges were floating around him, all of them shining with strange light. At this moment, they were wrapped by the old man's literary power, and lines were being carved and displayed on them.
Not long after, everyone noticed that the childhood badges had been taken away from their waists, and with a wave of the old man's hand, these scholar badges fell into everyone's hands.
Song Mu also dropped a piece in his hand, and at this moment he carefully looked at the scholar's waistband in his hand.
This is a silver sign three fingers wide and two inches long. In the middle of the sign is a small stone with some shining spots on it.
The shiny stone is surrounded by a circle of silver metal. The metal is also dotted with silver light and is engraved with various strange patterns.
"This is your scholar's title. Behind the waistband is your name, place of origin, and description of your appearance, which is your proof of identity."
The old man spoke at this moment, his face was very calm.
"This waist card is also helpful for your literary power. Of course, your teacher will introduce you how to use it after this."
After the old man finished speaking, he immediately waved for everyone to go down. Everyone bowed their hands and turned around to get off the altar, but the old man suddenly stopped Song Mu.
Song Mu turned around in response, and the old man had already walked in front of Song Mu.
"Are you that Song Mu?"
The old man asked. A pair of eyes on his wrinkled face kept looking at Song Mu. Song Mu nodded quickly. A gratified smile appeared on the old man's old face. He nodded with satisfaction and said while stroking his beard. .
"Yes, you are indeed a top-notch talent. You have become a first-class scholar. What are your plans for the future?"
Song Mu was also overjoyed when he heard that there were three levels of talent and nine levels. Song Mu knew that the higher the level, the more direct indication of strong literary ability, and also the success of being admitted to the imperial examination in the future.
Scholars practice their writing skills, and people can practice their literary courage. Only when one has strong literary power can one's literary heart be stable.
However, Song Mu also didn't understand what the old man said, so he just looked at the old man with doubts.
The old man continued to speak.
"You are a first-class scholar, and you have the power of writing and telepathy. You are no longer an ordinary scholar. You can be a realm builder or realm breaker. You can do both."
"Environment Builder, Situation Breaker." Song Mu paused, somewhat understanding what the other party meant, and then he said with his hands in hand.
"Sir, Song Mu hasn't thought about it carefully yet."
The old man was indifferent and just said.
"It doesn't matter, it's not too late now. From now on, you will be able to advance both your literary and mental abilities. It would be best if you could become a realm breaker."
Hearing this, Song Mu also nodded with emotion.
The old man had already waved his hand and asked Song Mu to leave, but one sentence reached Song Mu's ears.
"Follow the rules. You have a good foundation. You will be able to control Wenxing like me at least one day."
Song Mu also nodded heavily after hearing this. Song Mu knew the old man's official position best. Wenxing official, an official in charge of Wenxing in the Wen Dynasty, was directly under the Ministry of Rites and was in charge of local sacrifices and imperial examination sacrifices.
And every civil star official is a Jinshi who pays equal attention to mental and literary skills, and he must be a person of high moral character and high prestige. In other words, they are all powerful realm-breaking masters. They are also capable of literary and military skills in this life.
The old man's words were actually encouraging Song Mu to become an upright person in the future.
Song Mu also bowed respectfully at this moment, and then stepped off the altar.
When Song Mu walked down the altar, the second team of scholars also started to go to the altar, and Song Mu passed by Xue Kaiwen.
The two people made eye contact for a moment, but then there was just a slight nod.
After getting off the altar, Song Mu and others were taken to a row of sheds on one side. The clerks began to distribute uniforms and hats to Song Mu and others. Song Mu received two brand-new clothes, shoes and hats. I also got a new golden book of "Wenli".
Everyone who saw these things was very happy at the moment, and they were all busy wearing them.
The student uniforms are distributed according to the code, so everyone can wear them properly.
Song Mu also imitated others and began to wear them.
At this moment, a new round of Wenxing baptism has begun on the altar not far away.
The scholars waiting for Wenxing's baptism outside the field saw Song Mu and others conferring literary degrees and wearing student uniforms. They were also eager to try at this moment.
Seven or eight teams all walked to the altar. In a short time, more than seventy scholars completed the baptism of Wenxing, and then received the scholar's things. They happily felt the identity change brought about by this scholar's realm.
Song Mu had already put on his clothes and hat, and was standing in the field waiting.
When the team is ready, everyone will go to pay homage to the Confucian sages and then parade around the streets. This will be considered the completion of the release of the results.
At this moment, Song Mu raised his head and looked at the altar in the distance. The old man in rich clothes had already put away Wen Xing and was leaving with the box in his arms.
At this moment, Song Mu unconsciously recalled what the old man said just now. The old man's simple words actually set a goal for Song Mu.
Literary men should reach the highest level. If they have the power of thought and writing, they should naturally have a broader vision.
"Captain Song, let's go!"
Not long after, a small official came to Song Mu and said something to pull Song Mu back from his thoughts.
All the talents on the list have now completed the baptism of literary stars, and each scholar has also been awarded a literary title and student uniform. Now, everyone is lining up under the altar, and will go to Confucianism to worship under the leadership of Fan Tixue. present.
The Confucian Gate is a place used by Confucians to worship various Confucian and Taoist sages.
Going to pay homage not only makes the literati feel brighter, but also comforts the Confucian sages. The Confucian sect prospered and the literati continued.
As the head of the case, Song Mu will be the first to kowtow in front of the Confucianism Gate.
Song Mu glanced behind him. Kong Zong was standing behind him with a smile, and he was also arching his hand towards Song Mu at this moment.
"Brother Song, please!"
Many scholars present were looking at Song Mu at this moment.
Song Mu nodded, then pulled off the student uniform on his body, and then walked out slowly.
Fan Tixue and a group of officials had already arrived at the Confucian sect. When Song Mu and other students came forward, Fan Tixue nodded seriously and then turned around.
"Worship Confucianism!"
Everyone lowered their hands and lowered their heads and walked forward slowly.
The Confucian Gate is located behind the altar, in a quiet courtyard with a wide stone wall.
On the stone walls, sages of Confucianism and Taoism are depicted.
Confucius, Mencius, Xunzi, Zhang Sheng, seventy-two sages.
On both sides of the stone wall, there are also the names of all the great scholars who have appeared since the establishment of the Wen Dynasty.
Song Mu saw the name of his ancestor Song Wenrong on it.
The names engraved on it are all great Confucians who have disappeared in the long river of history.
Fan Tixue led a group of students forward. At this moment, a table was placed in front of the stone wall. Amidst the light sandalwood, Fan Tixue announced today's accomplished scholars and comforted all the Confucian sages.
After Fan Tixue finished speaking, Song Mu immediately puffed up his chest, wore a student uniform, came to the stone wall, and knelt down to worship.
Song Mu sighed in his heart at this moment, and even recalled Song Wenrong's pair of approving eyes under the light and shadow at that time.
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