"All the people of the Tao Poetry Sect have to study and practice literary skills since childhood, and then determine the sect's preferred resources through competitions. These competitions are held once a month, so it is still worth observing."
Song Mu followed Tao Lingdong to another square in the mountains. Hearing the other party's words, Song Mu kept nodding.
There is a cruel competition mechanism in the Poetry Sect. As a large sect, it is not surprising that the Tao Poetry Sect would do this. What is surprising is that everyone here is literate and the selection is not based on blood. Everything is just Arranged according to strength, it is somewhat unique.
Song Mu looked around. There were hundreds of people standing in the arena.
The Shizong disciples wearing linen clothes are of different ages, half male and female, and their strength is also uneven.
It's just that these people were standing among them, with stern expressions on their faces at the moment, and they looked weird, which made Song Mu feel a little different.
"Then I don't know that this kind of competition cannot be allowed to be watched by others?"
Song Mu asked this question, but Tao Lingdong paused slightly after hearing this, and then spoke.
"No, this sect allows any Tao clan member to observe the competition at will, but it is a bit frequent. I guess they are tired of it."
There was a slight doubt on Song Mu's face, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with what Tao Lingdong said. He was just watching the scene at the moment.
Soon the competition began. A Jinshi stepped onto the stage to announce the rules and arrange the order of the competition. Everyone in the audience was listening attentively.
But Song Mu heard a different sentence at this time.
"In this competition, both sides have no grudges. Life and death have their own destiny. All the training resources for that month will go to the winner."
After saying this, there was no movement in the scene, but both pairs of eyes looked at the two people on the ring.
Song Mu was stunned. He looked at Tao Lingdong next to him in surprise and asked in surprise.
"Sheng Tao, is this...a life-and-death battle?"
Song Mu frowned fiercely. Such a monthly competition, which was only about the division of practice resources that month, turned into a battle in which both sides may have to pay the price of their lives.
This really made Song Mu feel a little puzzled.
Tao Lingdong, however, acted calmly and just spoke in harmony at this moment.
"Indeed, our sect Bidou allows casualties. After all, for them, one month's training resources are very tempting."
"There are even cross-level challenges in dealings, which will make people's eyes brighter."
Song Mu's face darkened when he heard this. He looked at the scene again and then at Tao Lingdong, still asking in disbelief.
"Does this month's resources really need to be fought over like this?"
Song Mu had also seen the way Li Du Shizong trained his disciples, and there was no way he would fight so aggressively or even kill him for January's resources.
When Tao Lingdong faced Song Mu's question, he just smiled lightly, then shook his head and said.
"Perhaps my Tao Poetry Sect is different. Furthermore, the world is changing. Only by practicing ruthlessly can we survive happily in this world."
Tao Lingdong's words seemed very cold, which made Song Mu shudder for a moment. At this moment, the competition in the field had already begun.
The two sides collided violently on the ring, and the coercion of the literary power rippled around. The poems were instantly revealed, and the two scholars took action, looking like they were determined to fight to the death.
Song Mu watched the fight with surprise, until he saw one of them swinging a sword and cutting off the other's arm. The other person screamed and surrendered, and the other person stopped. Song Mu watched the fight with surprise. Mu stood up suddenly.
The blood on the ring spilled out in an arc, which seemed a bit too dazzling in Song Mu's eyes.
Song Mu could not accept the sight of fellow clansmen killing each other without any grudges.
Tao Lingdong also stood up at this moment, looked at Song Mu and said.
"It seems that Song Zhuangyuan still doesn't like this scene. Why don't we leave."
Song Mu hesitated to speak, and finally let out a heavy breath. At this moment, he nodded and turned around silently. From the corner of his eye, he saw the injured person being dragged down in embarrassment, and the screams of the other party were still ringing in his ears.
Song Mu and Tao Lingdong walked far away from here. Song Mu still felt a little shocked in his heart. At this moment, he understood why his master hated this in the first place.
The master's teacher and his beloved daughter both died in such a fight, but Tao Lingdong actually felt that it was normal. Under those calm words and sky-high cultivation, perhaps what was hidden was the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, the seemingly calm Tao Shizong. , maybe there is also a turmoil secretly.
Song Mu felt extremely depressed for a while. At this time, Tao Lingdong's voice reached Song Mu's ears again.
"Song Zhuangyuan, I think you have different views on this matter, but unfortunately this is the foundation of my poetry sect."
Tao Lingdong had returned to his mature appearance this time, but Song Mu was just silent when he heard this.
Song Mu immediately said that he wanted to go to the library to read Tao Yuanming's poems.
Perhaps only those poems could temporarily dissipate the depression in Song Mu's heart.
Tao Lingdong was also calm. He took Song Mu into a library and told the people there to treat Song Mu well before leaving.
When leaving, Tao Lingdong's voice came slowly.
"I will wait outside for the number one scholar of the Song Dynasty to return from studying. Then I will discuss other matters with the number one scholar."
Song Mu paused, and when he looked up, the other party had disappeared. Now standing in the library, he could not help but frown again.
After a long time, Song Mu let out a long breath, temporarily put all this behind him, and then read the articles in the library.
The articles among them are mostly articles and poems accumulated by the Tao Poetry School over the years, and many of them are analysis and understanding of the articles and poems of the predecessors and even Tao Yuanming.
Song Mu also saw two articles by Tao Fengming here. At that time, his articles were still a little immature, and there was a sense of youthful high-spiritedness between the lines. Song Mu also smiled happily.
In this way, he forgot to eat and sleep, and he could browse all the books in the house, allowing Song Mu to immerse himself in them and satisfy his desire for poetry.
Time flies by. Song Mu didn't know how long he stayed in this, but he noticed that the number of unread books around him was decreasing one by one. When he closed the last book, Song Mu also sighed.
"Tao's poetry sect is profound in literature."
Song Mu closed the book in his hand with satisfaction and was about to stretch his muscles when a voice suddenly sounded in his head.
"I didn't expect there to be such mysterious places in this world."
This voice came from Jie Zezhu. Song Mu was stunned when he heard these words, but then he spoke in his heart.
"Your Excellency, have you woken up?"
After absorbing the flame power of the star last time, Jieze Pearl fell into a deep sleep. After waiting for a long time, it could not wake up, but unexpectedly, it suddenly appeared today.
Ji Zezhu responded, but at this moment, she was talking to Song Mu with great interest.
"I didn't expect that your Excellency would arrive at such a place. Although I just woke up, I made a different discovery here."
"There is a very powerful sky star here, and it looks like it may not be inferior to the one in the north."
"I just don't know what strange method these people used to continuously draw out the power and use it in such a huge place. It's interesting and interesting."
When Song Mu heard this, he was suddenly stunned.
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