The surging literary power of Hanlin's first-level realm was pounding and churning in his body. Song Mu felt an indescribable pleasure at this moment, and even wanted to shout at this moment.
Looking up at the Jieze Pearl in the sky, how could Song Mu have imagined that the Jieze Pearl could bring about such changes? The powerful literary power brought by the warm sun shine made Song Mu face the Jieze Pearl now. Have a very different view.
Song Mu was not being pretentious at this moment, and immediately raised his hands towards the sky.
"Thank you very much."
A voice also came from Jieze Pearl in the sky, just congratulating Song Mu on his successful breakthrough.
The two parties briefly exchanged this sentence and then fell into silence. Song Mu had a powerful force surging in his body at the moment. Naturally, he wanted to give it a try. In this strange environment, Song Mu felt the effects of the improvement in his realm. A powerful pleasure, and in the following years, it will be the last level.
The realm of a bachelor, which is a realm that ordinary scholars can hardly achieve in their lifetime, may be achieved by Song Mu in his forties, which makes Song Mu a little excited.
It's just that this is no longer a small realm crossing, what I have to face is a big realm improvement, and the hardships cannot be overcome so easily.
Even with Ji Zezhu's help, I don't know whether it will succeed.
With this uneasy expectation, Song Mu spent two years in this strange realm digesting the strength of the current realm before he began to attack this new realm.
Still breaking through the shackles of 'seeking knowledge', Song Mu decided to integrate the contents of the subset of classics and history he had read this time.
In the correspondence between Song and Mu, each subordinate was summarized. After all, Confucianism and Taoism have flourished to this day, and the Classics and History Collection is an indispensable part of it.
However, now that I have read a lot of books, I have summarized thousands of truths from them, but there is always one of them that can condense the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism.
This truth will be the true saying of Confucianism that continues to this day.
It seems that Song Mu has already grasped the true meaning of it. The four sentences of Hengqu written in the first meeting can be said to have written down the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism in the world, but it cannot be established without destroying it. Song Mu now wants to do something for this. A breakthrough may be the only way to achieve a breakthrough in the realm of a bachelor.
You don’t have to be as good as Hengqu, but at least you have to have a clear conscience.
With this expectation, Song Mu devoted himself wholeheartedly to it. There were thousands of pages in the library, and the years traveled back and forth. But this time, Song Mu spent more time than before.
Over the years, the appearance of this alien space illuminated by the light of the Jieze Pearl has changed, and many creatures have even spawned from it. At this moment, it is a scene of growth and prosperity of all things.
The location of the library pavilion has long been covered by weeds and trees, and now it looks like a historic site, covered with the dust of time.
But on this day, a figure slowly walked out of them. The embarrassed-looking Song Mu walked out of the library, looked at the scenery above his head hidden by the trees, and finally slowly suppressed the anxiety in his heart.
Not long ago, Song Mu almost went crazy.
In order to write this groundbreaking article, Song Mu spent all his efforts and put together tens of thousands of annotations for more than ten years, but in the end, Song Mu did not dare to write.
The ink dripping and spreading on the paper actually made Song Mu feel a kind of fear.
That kind of fear was the real fear of the unknown, and it was also the fear of the past. At this moment, Song Mu discovered that in fact, what he held in his mind seemed to be other people's knowledge.
Whether it is poetry, articles, collections of classics and history, or proverbs from famous people, what you write is ultimately the work of others.
When I wanted to put all this aside and enter the true ethereal realm, I realized that there was nothing here.
It was this fear that made Song Mu suddenly lose control. If the ancient book in his mind hadn't kept him clear, he might have faced another disaster.
Song Mu suddenly looked up at the sky, letting out a long sigh, with a bit of disappointment flashing across his face.
But at this time, a voice sounded in the sky.
"You're awake, you're bad."
Song Mu raised his head and looked at the bright Jize Pearl high in the sky through the gaps between the leaves. At this moment, he nodded with a bitter look on his face.
"Yes, haste makes waste, it is difficult to understand the mind, and literature is not something that can be easily obtained."
Song Mu sighed with emotion, and now he also stepped out and walked through the woods. When he saw this strange and familiar green land, he couldn't help but be stunned.
This foreign land of Peach Blossom Land has become increasingly different.
I just don’t know if it’s the change in this foreign land itself or the reason why the Jie Ze Pearl in the sky complements each other.
Song Mu raised his eyes and looked out. After staring at the endless green for a long time, he finally felt that the depression in his heart was a little less, but the words of Ji Zezhu continued to be heard in the sky.
"You have two years to go before you can get out of here."
After Song Muti heard this, he was even more stunned. It seemed that forty years had ended without him knowing it.
If you calculate it carefully, you can be considered to have lived for a hundred years.
A trace of relief surged into Song Mu's heart at this moment, and Song Mu nodded.
"Okay, in that case, I have to prepare myself. It's time to go back."
Song Mu said this, walked to the foot of the mountain, reopened a new residence, and lived a pastoral life in the mountains.
At this moment, Song Mu had temporarily given up his desire for that realm, and just indulged himself in the mountains and rivers. Seeing the green mountains, it was quite satisfying to be an old man in the mountains.
The years passed slowly like this, Song Mu learned to farm and mulberry, and chatted with Na Jiezezhu in his free time. If nothing happened, he took out the Song family books among the tourmalines and read them, and then read the magnificent lives of his ancestors. .
One day, there was a heavy rain outside the window. This strange environment had already undergone countless changes. Song Mu lit a candle in the hut and flipped through the book in his hand.
The book Song Mu was looking at today recorded the examination essays written by his ancestors.
Reading this piece by piece, Song Mu can see the literary talent of his ancestors at that time, and he can also see the current affairs and remarks in it. It is also very satisfying that the ancestors wrote down what they said with no scruples.
After finally reading the last article, Song Mu let out a long breath, but seemed to still have some unfinished thoughts.
A trace of desire surged in Song Mu's heart, and he looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Reaching out to take it, Song Mu was stunned again. At that moment, a thunder flashed outside, interrupting Song Mu's thoughts. However, Song Mu shook his head and smiled.
"Even if it's just a summary of my forty years of hard study."
As Song Mu said this, he stretched out his hand to grind the ink, laid out the paper, and picked up the pen again. Song Mu looked at the dense sky outside the window, but he was mumbling to himself.
"Today I won't write about Confucianism and Taoism, but..."
Song Mu's face showed a hint of confusion, and then he spoke softly.
"Let's take the imperial examination again at that time. Wen Yi Zaidao. I haven't experienced that feeling for a long time."
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