When Song Mu opened his arms and landed on the square with all his strength, the surrounding vibrations suddenly reached his ears, making Song Mu feel even more dazed at the moment.
This is a scene that Song Mu has imagined in his mind countless times in the past. This scene is just like the mood he felt when he became the number one scholar in the Huiyuan.
The eyes around him were filled with wonder and admiration, and everyone was cheering for him.
He became the focus of everyone's attention, and all this was from the heart's admiration.
At this moment, Song Mu stood on the square, scanning the people around him, and his expression was touched for a moment.
In this life, I have been running around for more than thirty years, escaping from death countless times, and carrying on the great aspirations of my ancestors and masters, all for today.
The sound of the bronze bell reached his ears at this moment, and a ceremony official from the sect had already arrived, guiding Song Mu forward.
The front of the square here leads to the main hall of the Song Ci Sect. There, the rise of the Song Ci Sect will be announced, and Song Mu will also inscribe an inscription for this No. 1 Ci Sect in the world, in order to boost the world. Student morale.
Song Mu stepped forward alone after being informed by the etiquette officer. At this moment, the long road paved with white marble was lined with literati from all over the place. Many of them had familiar faces. The journey along the way was half a lifetime. .
At this moment, these people were all watching Song Mu move forward. Seeing Song Mu's high spirits at this moment, everyone was filled with admiration.
Everyone in the world wants to be able to establish a literary and moral education, and everyone in the world wants to make achievements and establish sects.
But throughout the ages, people like this have been heroes, rare to see in a hundred years, and today, the person in front of me is this kind of hero who is the best in the world.
This scholar who is the best in the world is not only talented in both civil and military skills, but also has the world in mind. With such a sect standing tall, it will definitely be extremely dazzling in the future.
Some of them saw this as an opportunity, hoping that after the founding ceremony, they could have a chat with the high-spirited Song Mu, so that future generations could join the Song Ci sect and have a glimpse of it in the future. Waiting for great achievements.
But at this time, they suddenly noticed that Song Mu's steps forward paused for a moment, and then the next moment he walked towards the crowd next to him.
At this moment, everyone looked around and saw Song Mu handing over to one of them, and that person was Yan Fu.
The two seemed to have a few words of conversation, and Yan Fu walked out with a smile on his face, and then Song Mu raised his hands to the crowd on both sides, and several more people walked behind Song Mu.
Everyone saw who those people were, the great Confucian Yan Fu, the King of Qi Li Dong, the great scholar Qin Gang, the two Jinshi sons of Song Mu, and several people who were in the realm of Jinshi.
At this moment, they were following Song Mu, walking on the road to the main hall of the Song Ci Sect. Everyone had a bit of excitement on their faces, but they also held their heads high.
This long road has a special meaning, and at this moment, Song Mu summoned everyone to go forward together, which also showed the situation.
The people around them all turned their attention to this person, but at this moment they understood it in their hearts, and even felt a bit envious.
These people are the foundation of the Song Ci Sect in the future. This newly established sect already has transcendent strength.
Not only that, many people's eyes fell forward on the positions near the two sides of the main hall. Standing there were representatives of various poetry sects, and some people had already carefully counted in their hearts that the world's towering poetry sects today No one was absent.
It was the extremely secretive Tao Shizong. The person sent to watch the ceremony was actually a saint like Li Du Shizong.
This situation has invisibly shown the importance they attach to Song Mu, and also made everyone realize what the Song Ci Sect will be like in the future.
Song Mu didn't care about this at the moment, and walked forward with all his close friends and family members. Song Mu also felt a little excited in his heart at this moment.
The arrogant main hall stood in front of him. This was the main hall of the Song Ci Sect.
The place you step on is your sect.
This was an extremely exciting honor, and it also made Song Mu understand that from now on, he would also be shouldering a heavier burden.
As a poet of the Wen Dynasty, there are many expectations, but the road is still long.
By the time Song Mu walked slowly to the main hall, countless people were already gathering around him. Song Mu stood still and turned around to look around.
Countless people's faces came into view, and Song Mu was filled with emotion for a while, and the sounds in the scene gradually stopped. After a while, everything was completely silent, with only the crisp chirping of birds in the mountains occasionally ringing out.
Song Mu immediately raised his hands to the surrounding people, his expression surged, and he said in a deep voice.
"Song thanked you all for coming to watch the ceremony. This time the Song Ci Sect was completed, Song was deeply moved!"
"Thanks to the grace of the Holy God, our Shiyang Song family has accumulated hundreds of years, and finally this day has come to this day. This is the glory of our Song family, but it also depends on the favor of the world's literati."
"The journey of writing lyrics has now become extraordinary. Song hopes to do something for this. In the future, he will work with all of you to build a literary dynasty and explore the great future of literature!"
There were cheers all around, and many people looked at each other in confusion. At this moment, they understood what great aspirations Song Mu had in his heart, and everyone had great expectations for the Song Ci Sect.
At that moment, the ceremonial officer came forward and read out the imperial document, announcing the establishment of the Song Ci Sect to the world. When Song Mu received the imperial edict, he stepped forward and held hands with all the saints who came to watch the ceremony.
"Sect Master Song, from today onwards, I will have to wait and see."
Duqin stood on one side, smiling and holding hands with Song Mu, with infinite anticipation in his eyes.
"Song never dares to live up to the saint's expectations."
Song Mu said in a deep voice, and at this moment, everyone around him held his hands, and then there were pens, inks, paper and inkstones arranged on the table in front of him, and everyone's eyes were on him.
The inscription for the opening ceremony of the sect has long been an unwritten rule, and today everyone wants to see what kind of lyrics Song Mu will produce to be worthy of the status of the Song Ci sect today.
Song Mu took a deep breath and took a step forward.
Looking at the prosperity in front of him, the past years flashed through Song Mu's mind again. He woke up in a shabby home, bravely ascended the road of literature, traveled around the world with his master, and fought countless monsters in the world.
Today's prosperity stems from yesterday's suffering, and Song Mu felt filled with emotion.
The next moment, Song Mu held the ink pen in his hand, his eyes suddenly became extremely focused, and he was writing ink on the paper.
As the words fell, someone immediately began to read loudly, and the people around them also listened attentively.
"The hungry rats circle the bed, and the bats turn over the lamps and dance. The wind blows from the pines in the house and the rain blows, and I talk to myself between the broken paper windows."
When Shangque's poem was first completed, everyone was stunned when they heard it. At this moment, they only felt that they saw a desolate place from these words, but then they also looked at each other in confusion. At this moment, it was clear that this was the past years of Song and Mu.
But at the moment, Song Mu was still writing at a leisurely pace. When he wrote the last sentence, he paused slightly, but his eyes suddenly became firm, and he started writing again.
"I spent my whole life in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and when I came back, I had a beautiful hair and a pale face. I slept under the quilt in the autumn night, and saw thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in front of me."
With the completion of the lower que, all I could see at this moment was the intense literary spirit rippling on the paper. At this moment, Song Mu also raised his eyes slightly and looked at the people around him.
Everyone was at a loss when they heard Xia Que's lyrics. Some people only felt that they heard a bit of sadness, but others also heard the scenes of Song Mu's life.
The last sentence of "Wanli Jiangshan" suddenly made people feel that Song Mu still had ambitions in his heart.
Song Mu looked at the lyrics in front of him and felt quite emotional.
This was originally a work of pain and helplessness by Xin Qiji, but at that moment when thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, he felt that the pain and sadness suddenly disappeared.
Today, the Ci Sect stands tall, but I can't stop. After all, what I always see when I look up is the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away.
Song Mu took another deep breath and filled in the title of the poem with ink.
"Qing Ping Le · Thousands of Miles of Country Before My Eyes"
The title of the word stood up, and the next moment everyone saw a sudden vibration on the page, and then a violent burst of literary energy spurted out.
Everyone exclaimed in surprise. At this moment, they saw the words on the page suddenly rising. The original black words were now shining with golden light.
Especially the last sentence, the golden light shone at this moment, and the next moment as Song Mu waved his hand, the page shattered, but the poem slowly fell, and now it fell directly into the mountain.
When the words disappeared, he saw golden light all around him, and a buzzing sound suddenly reached his ears. A large mountain-protecting formation had actually risen before his eyes.
The lyrics formed a formation, and everyone felt the sudden surge of literary power around them, and for a moment they were exclaimed.
Song Mu looked at the situation in front of him with deep emotion in his expression.
"From today onwards, there will be a Ci sect in the world of Literary Dynasty, called the Song Ci sect."
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