Song Mu followed Tao Lingdong around the Tao Poetry Sect.
Tao Lingdong seemed to be very happy about Song Mu's arrival. At this moment, he dismissed everyone and took Song Mu alone to visit the Poetry Sect.
Only then did Song Mu realize that the place he had arrived at was the Teleportation Square, relying on the secret method of the Tao Poetry Sect to connect to several places in the human world.
And this suspended land is a tall valley that is held up entirely. There are thousands of acres of fertile farmland, mountains, forests and lakes, which support all the people of this Shizong.
This kind of handwriting is no less generous than that of the Li Du Shizong, and is even more mysterious. Even here, the boundaries between the Shizong and the ordinary people of the clan are unclear. Except for the main hall, there are people everywhere. live.
"Gene Era"
Everyone who looks up is a member of the clan, and everyone who looks up is a descendant of the Shizong.
The Tao Poetry School originated from the descendants of Tao Yuanming, but they all developed based on Tao Yuanming's poems. As a great poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and a representative of the Pastoral Poetry School, Tao Yuanming left behind many poems and essays. Relying on this, the Tao Poetry School Shi Zong carried it forward and created this wonderful scene today.
When Song Mu heard such a story of origin, he couldn't help but admire it a few times.
At this moment, Song Mu was standing between the streets again, looking at the old farmers working in the flat and neat farmland. Song Mu stepped forward to talk to him. The man barely spoke to Song Mu except for cupping his hands.
Such an action gave Song Mu a pause, and his newly aroused interest was suddenly interrupted.
Tao Lingdong just smiled and said to Song Mu.
"The people in Shi Zong are less cheerful than Qin people, but more honest."
After hearing this, Song Mu had no other expression on his face at the moment. He just smiled slightly and continued to visit with Tao Lingdong.
As Song Mu continued to read, Song Mu also learned a lot about the Tao Poetry Sect. The use of literary power here has reached its peak. In the past, it was said that nobles were good at using literary power to do things, and this is also true here. A lot of exposure.
The large formations of carvings on the mountain make the wind and clouds here calm. The roads are written with articles, which are solid and self-cleaning. Even the carriages and horses have writings on them, which is light and labor-saving.
Song Mu was also amazed when he saw this. This time he climbed up to a high tower on the Shizong Mountain and looked around.
"The Tao Poetry Sect is indeed a peach blossom garden. This place is at the pinnacle of literary power and has countless descendants. The Tao Poetry Sect will become even more prosperous in the future."
At this moment, Song Mu had a panoramic view of the city in the sky. He saw that the clouds in the sky were almost within reach. He watched the wind and clouds change in the distance, and the blue sky was everywhere as far as the eye could see.
This mysterious scene makes people feel as if they are from another world.
Tao Lingdong next to him was also looking around. At this moment, he was just stroking his beard and smiling, but he acquiesced to what Song Mu said.
"Song Zhuangyuan said so, I think my sect can also enter the Number One Scholar's Dharma Eyes."
Song Mu looked around at the surroundings. At this moment, he saw that there was a lot of construction work going on between the peaks. A new palace and several palaces were closely connected. He was also a little curious at this moment.
"I wonder where that is?"
"That's the place where my sect's library is located. The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty, let's go together."
Song Mu nodded, and he and Tao Lingdong turned into two rainbow lights and appeared in front of the library palace in an instant.
When the Tao clan members who were working here saw the arrival of Song and Mu, they handed over their hands for a moment. Then, after Tao Lingdong asked about the progress, they continued to do their work.
Song Mu was standing on the square, looking around at the seven palaces, with a look of reverence on his face.
"Every ten years, our sect will collect books from all over the world. After sorting them out, they will store them on the first floor of the library. After fifty years, a new pavilion will be built and all the books of the past fifty years will be placed in it."
Song Mu raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this. The Tao Poetry Sect's method of storing books was different from other poetry sects. It calculated the number of years to collect books, which felt like a collection of poetry books from all over the world.
At that moment, Tao Lingdong took Song Mu to one of the library pavilions, where the Tao clan members were categorizing many books, and the Shizong disciples were borrowing them and flipping through them.
Song Mu's thick-column, circular library has five floors, all of which are densely packed with books. When you walk inside, the scent of books spreads, making Song Mu's heart agitate.
It was still Song Mu's unattainable dream to have such a library to store books.
"I think the number one scholar in the Song Dynasty was also a person who couldn't put it down. If the number one scholar is willing, the library of my Shizong will be open to you."
When Tao Lingdong said this, Song Mu immediately turned his head, with some unconcealable joy on his face at this moment.
"Then Song will be disrespectful."
Tao Lingdong smiled and nodded, but at this moment, he seemed to remember something again, and immediately said to Song Mu again.
"Then, maybe there will be another great scholar's words on our sect's pottery stele."
Song Mu looked puzzled when he heard this. At this moment, Tao Lingdong led Song Mu out. Only then did Song Mu notice that the large obelisk in the square was not a screen wall, but a stone monument.
On the white marble obelisk, there are three large characters written on the top.
"Taste the pottery tablet."
Song Mu read out the name, and at this moment his eyes slowly dropped, and lines of text appeared below, all of which were words of praise for Tao Yuanming's poetry.
The signatures were actually some very famous literati from the Wen Dynasty.
Song Mu also saw a familiar name on it, Song Wenrong.
Seeing that his name was also left on it, Song Mu's expression changed slightly at this moment. He looked at Tao Lingdong aside, and Tao Lingdong said calmly.
"This is a rule established by our Poetry Sect after we established the Library Pavilion. Every time a great literati from all over the world reads the ancestral books here, they can write their thoughts on them. This can be regarded as setting an example for future generations."
"But there are only a few words that can be left behind in a hundred years."
"This, how can this person be so virtuous? How can he be compared with these people?"
Song Mu said with some fear on his face, the person who can write his thoughts on this obelisk is not a great scholar with outstanding literary talent. Even though he was a world-famous scholar, Song Mu still didn't think he could reach that level.
But Tao Lingdong looked at Song Mu with a determined expression and said.
"The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty does not need to be so self-effacing. If we say that this person is the best in both civil and military affairs, the number one scholar of the Song Dynasty is the one who deserves the highest honor. Now you are the best in the world in both civil and military skills. You have already become a famous figure in history."
"You have the qualifications."
"And you, the Shiyang Song family, are the only two people who can write here."
Song Mu paused slightly when he heard this, but now he lowered his eyes. He just let out a breath and cupped his hands.
"Then wait for Song Moupin to read Mr. Wu Liu's famous works and gain some insights before he boldly writes the ink."
Tao Lingdong smiled slightly and nodded.
Saying this, the other party led Song Mu to continue to the library, but at this time, there was a movement in the distance outside, and the sound of gongs and drums was clear and eye-catching.
Song Mu followed the sound and saw a group of people from the Tao family. However, these people were dressed in different clothes. Some were wearing colorful clothes and beating gongs and drums. Among them, there was another group of people wearing linen clothes and marching in silence with their heads lowered.
The strength of these people varies from scholar to Jinshi, but they all have solemn expressions.
Song Mu was also puzzled when he saw this, and Tao Lingdong explained to Song Mu from the side.
"I almost forgot, today is the day of our sect's competition. Is Song Zhuangyuan willing to go and have a look?"
"Poetry competition."
When Song Mu heard this, he murmured something, nodded slightly, and followed the other party this time.
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