Just when Fang Mingyuan, who had arrived late on the examination floor, was scanning the examination rooms in the examination hall, Song Mu's realm breakthrough had reached the most critical step.
This time, the red light was wrapped with huge literary energy and rushed all the way to the place where Song Mu's heart was shackles, and its power was very fierce.
Scholars cultivate their literary power, and those who educate people cultivate their literary mind. Only when the literary mind is firm can one go further on the literary path.
Every realm of literature and art is a ladder to heaven for everyone, a solid and hard-to-break barrier.
There are too many literati in this world who have fallen on the path of literature and Taoism. Countless Confucian scholars cannot become children in middle age, countless children who are half a century old cannot become scholars, and countless scholars cannot become scholars even when they are old.
The ladder to heaven leads to high places, but the steps are dangerous peaks.
Song Mu's journey was extremely smooth, but he also understood that he must seize this opportunity.
Holding his breath and concentrating at this moment, Song Mu was immersed in his body and had no idea what was happening outside.
The red light has arrived in front of the heart, and at this moment, an invisible barrier is blocking the integration of various literary powers.
Song Mu tried to urge Wenli to guide everything forward, but the next moment, a little pain slowly came.
Beads of sweat immediately appeared on Song Mu's forehead, but he understood what it was. This was a test that must be passed to break through the shackles. Breaking through it is the way to succeed!
With a rush of energy, Song Mu was also furious in his heart, and now he was pushing Hong Mang forward with all his strength.
The heartbeat rang loudly in his ears, and the blood vessels in his temples were swelling crazily. Song Mu gritted his teeth and tried his best.
Suddenly, like a flood breaking away the silt blocked in the channel, the power of text rumbled through all the heart veins, and the next moment they were integrated.
A numbness spread from his heart, and Song Mu couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, Song Mu saw a little light shining in his heart.
At the same time, the whirlpool of literary power that had been suspended for a long time completely entered Song Mu's body at this time.
The vast literary energy passed through Dantian in an instant, and then turned into strong literary power, flowing through the heart veins, flushing Song Mu's body crazily.
A warm feeling filled Song Mu's whole body in an instant. At this moment, Song Mu felt that the fatigue in his body had been swept away, and his whole body was full of strength.
It's almost like being reincarnated!
Song Mu felt happy in his heart. At this moment, he felt that all his efforts were completely worth it. In the second year after coming to this world, he had already become a famous scholar!
In the examination room, Song Mu let out a deep breath, and there was already an invisible pressure dissipating around him.
Lifting people's literary power, condensing the sea of hearts, gathering the light of the heart, the literary power has already surged like a river.
The coercion was shaken away unconsciously, and the students around him were even more furious, surprised to realize that someone had achieved the position of being a scholar!
Everyone was envious, and at this moment, Song Mu finally woke up slowly.
As everything returned to calm, the vision brought by Wenxing seemed to have changed. Outside the examination hall, many children had opened their eyes and looked into the examination hall with some doubts.
Seeing this, a master also looked up, took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly.
"The vision has stopped. It seems that the literati has become a scholar."
The children around him had already stood up and were looking around one by one. There was also the child who was feeling his own changes. Suddenly, a purple figure fell from the examination building and stood in front of the north gate of the examination room.
Fang Mingyuan glanced at the children around him. When the literati, soldiers, and officers saw that it was Fang Mingyuan, they all bowed and saluted. When the common people saw that it was the governor who was coming, they also hurriedly bowed their heads to worship.
"Don't worship me."
"It is the one you should worship."
Fang Mingyuan said lightly, and a breeze swept by, making everyone stand upright.
Hanlin's majesty is majestic.
At that time, an old man came forward, it was the blessed old man, and asked from a distance.
"Master Governor, could you tell us who the scholar was who wrote such visions?"
As he said this, the people around him all looked over, and some people also spoke in response.
"Yes, sir, please tell us which literati is the successor. I will build an immortal tablet for this benefactor and burn incense to worship him every day!"
There were many people nodding next to them, and all of them looked excited.
They have truly seen the changes in their children, and understand how precious all this is. If the scholar had not written the amazing article, if he had not been in the provincial capital of Yuzhang today, how could he have received such grace.
Voices rang out all of a sudden, and Fang Mingyuan was shocked in his heart when he saw this scene.
Enlightened by the vision, Song Mu is now the benefactor and guest of the people in this city.
It is no exaggeration to say that Song Mu's influence in the future may be due to his own shortcomings.
That Song Mu was indeed worthy of being a descendant of the Wenwen Song family. Such great achievements were almost beyond the reach of others.
At this moment, Fang Mingyuan thought of Song Mu's past, thinking that last year he wrote a poem about talents and writing for the county school, and now he was able to write such an enlightening and miraculous article.
Then what kind of shocking things can he do in the future?
Fang Mingyuan let out a long sigh and said to everyone.
"Fang is not hiding anything from fellow villagers. You may also know about this person. He is Song Mu of Jizhou Prefecture. Today's vision is his fault."
Fang Mingyuan's voice was not loud, but everyone around him heard it clearly, and it quickly spread. The first people to react were some students, all of whom looked angry at this moment.
"It's actually the head of the case, Song!"
"Is it the head of the Song Dynasty who has been published in "Tianwen Magazine" six times in a row?!"
"When he started to write such heroic poems, I knew he would be able to write a world-famous article!"
The expressions on each of the students' expressions surged. Everyone around them gradually understood who Song Mu was, and heard that he was only eighteen years old this year and had only become a scholar last year. Countless people exclaimed in surprise.
The field was shaken, but a pressure came slowly.
Fang Mingyuan looked at the people around him and said softly again.
"Everyone, there are still student exams in the examination hall. Last night and today were noisy enough. I hope everyone will bear with me and let the talented people enter the state of being a scholar smoothly."
As he said this, a village elder came out, nodded and spoke.
"That's right, folks, these are all talented people from our Jiangnan West Road. They will represent the reputation of our Jiangnan West Road in the future, and let them take the exams with peace of mind!"
The people all nodded heavily, and they even shut up consciously. After the two days of visions, there was already an inexplicable sense of cohesion in everyone's hearts.
They are extremely grateful to the literati there, and hope that these literati can go further.
Because it is their efforts that give people like themselves the joy and hope they have today.
Lao Yutou took a long breath at this moment, turned to look at Lao Liantou next to him, and said slowly.
"Today and tomorrow, neither of our families will leave."
"We will wait until the exam starts at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon and we will personally thank our benefactor."
With that said, Lao Yutou walked out immediately, held his hands towards Fang Mingyuan from a distance, and said in a deep voice.
"Please, sir, let your benefactor go out from the north gate tomorrow. I and my family will personally kowtow and thank you!"
"That's true for all of us!"
Many people next to him said, and everyone in the venue looked a little excited. Fang Mingyuan nodded, and immediately jumped into the air and returned to the examination building.
This announcement was the conclusion reached by Fang Mingyuan and everyone after discussion.
Such important things as opening up wisdom and visions cannot be concealed, and the article written by Song Mu must be very excellent. Covering it up will only increase troubles.
Instead of worrying about the so-called overt and covert conspiracies, it is better to build momentum for Song Mu.
He is already a Juren, and he is already one of the most powerful scholars in this world.
He must be able to handle all this.
He will be the new legend of Jiangnan West Road after passing the youth examination.
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