When Song Mu heard these words again, he was very calm at this moment.
When Jie Zezhu saw Song Mu's expression, he paused slightly and then asked.
"Do you think there is something wrong?"
Song Mu let out a breath, looked at the gorgeous golden crow, and said calmly.
"You also know that it is a star, not something that can be obtained casually."
"You have said this before, but can it be done?"
Hearing Song Mu's rhetorical question, Jie Zezhu seemed to finally understand the meaning, but at that moment it flapped its wings, landed on the window sill beside it, and then spoke.
"Then what if this matter will be very beneficial to you?"
Song Mu didn't know, but Jie Zezhu continued.
"This time I fell asleep, the stars in the scroll have changed differently, and I think there is something in it that will be of the best use to you."
"I can now control the flow of time there, and the more stars in the sky, the slower the flow."
"What?!"
When Song Mu heard this, his expression suddenly perked up, and he immediately looked at Jie Zezhu.
"Lord Song, you can rest assured that this is absolutely true, and from what you can see, more star fragments mean that the space is more stable."
"I need Tianxing to increase my strength, and you can also benefit from it. I wonder what Mr. Song thinks of this?"
At this moment, Ji Zezhu showed some humanity, and Song Mu became uncontrollably excited when he heard this.
The realm of cultivation is now the biggest problem that troubles Song Mu, but now the appearance of Ji Zezhu has given him a solution.
A longer space means a longer period of practice, and condensing cultivation in a shorter period of time is extremely precious to Song Mu.
There was silence in the study room. Song Mu thought for a long time, and then he softly exhaled and spoke.
"So this time, do you already have a goal?"
"Let's search as we go. Cultivation is essentially an expedition. You should understand this better than me, right?"
Ji Zezhu asked Song Mu again. The silent Song Mu just looked at him and vomited slowly after a while.
"Then let's wait a little while for me to finish everything I'm doing."
Ji Zezhu didn't say anything, but the firebird soared into the sky again, and the next moment it turned into a streak of fire and submerged into the scroll again.
Song Mu's eyes gradually became far-reaching, but he never thought that now he would start the journey again.
But then Song Mu had another thought in his mind. Now as he said, traveling far away is not a bad thing.
The sect's affairs have slowed down a little, but the threats are still there, especially Song Liwen, who has not been killed, is the biggest worry in Song Mu's heart.
On this long trip, firstly, he could find the stars in the sky, and secondly, he might also try to find Song Liwen and resolve this grudge.
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"Sect Master, why is this matter so hasty? Now is the time when Ci Sect is developing. If you travel far away, how will you do with the sect?"
In Xuanyuan Academy, Song Mu, who came here to observe the completion of Xuanyuan Women's Academy, told Li Dong and Wang Ruhu about his plans to travel far.
The two people who heard this were excited at the moment, and Li Dong immediately stepped forward to persuade Song Mu.
"Sect Master, please think twice about this matter. Besides, the demon now regards you as a mortal enemy. If you encounter a strong enemy during this long journey, then..."
Li Dong spoke to Song Mu with a nervous look on his face, but Song Mu just shook his head slightly and looked at the two of them.
"I have made a decision on this matter. The affairs of the sect are now on the right track. Elder Yan is in seclusion in the sect. Under his care, there will be no problems."
"Besides, His Highness also said that the demons regard me as their mortal enemy. There was a battle in front of the sect that day. If I couldn't stop the war for the sect, it would definitely bring disaster in the future."
Li Dong and the two wanted to talk again, but at this time Song Mu stood up and spoke to the two of them.
"There is no need to say more about this matter. I am here today to entrust something to His Highness."
After saying that, Song Mu looked out the door and spoke to the two of them seriously.
"Today Xuanyuan Academy is different from the past. This is the place where the disciples of my Ci Sect are reserved. I have high expectations for this place."
"Remember not to focus on one thing and lose the other this time. We must do our best in all kinds of cultivation in the academy. I also hope that when I return one day, I can see this place with the changes I imagined back then."
Li Dong's expression paused when he heard this. He understood it now. He just lowered his eyes slightly and then asked.
"Master, when will you come back this time?"
Song Mu was stunned, but couldn't give an answer. All Song Mu could think of was to use the collected stars to further strengthen his strength, and that would be the time to return.
"If there is no serious problem with the sect, one day after I return, I will not be what I am today."
Neither Li Dong nor Wang Ruhu said anything, they just held their hands towards Song Mu who was walking away.
Song Mu, who arranged these things, returned home again.
Song Mu had discussed this matter with Gu Qingqing not long ago. Gu Qingqing, who had always been gentle, didn't say much, but saw that his mood was a little low every day.
Looking at his wife's now gray hair on the temples, Song Mu felt guilty. He took a few steps forward, looked at Gu Qingqing who was picking up the soles of his grandson's shoes, and said harmoniously.
"Qingqing, after leaving this time, I will often send letters home, but there will not be any news like before."
Gu Qingqing was just minding her own business, and waited for a while before speaking to Song Mu.
"Husband, I know your hardship, and I will rely on you in this matter."
Song Mu saw that Gu Qingqing looked haggard, and felt a little distressed at the moment. He stepped forward and took the other person into his arms, and said softly at this moment.
"Madam, I am the one who betrayed you. I will never be with you every day in this life. I..."
Gu Qingqing just leaned on Song Mu's arms and responded softly at this moment.
"Husband, a real man has heaven and earth in his heart. I only hope that your husband will return safely. This is enough."
Song Mu was even more stunned after hearing this. He was moved at this moment. He held Gu Qingqing in his arms and remained silent for a long time. Then he gave detailed instructions to take good care of the Seven Soul Flower and many other things left behind.
Two days later, Song Mu had arranged everything, packed up his things and stood in the courtyard.
Gu Qingqing was asking about the equipment he was carrying, but there was always a bit of worry on his face. The elderly Song Huaitong next to him just kept urging Song Mu to return safely.
Song Mu also kowtowed to his second uncle, then stood up and looked at Gu Qingqing, took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Gu Qingqing.
Gu Qingqing reached out to take it, still a little confused, and looked up at Song Mu, who just smiled and said.
"Madam, over the years, I have written very few poems for you. Today I will leave you for a while, so I will compose a poem. When I return one day, I will read it to you in person."
After saying that, Song Mu held Gu Qingqing in his arms for a moment, and then flew away.
Gu Qingqing looked up at Song Mu who had disappeared in the sky. He looked a little excited at this moment, then lowered his head and slowly unfolded the object in his hand.
What was written on the pure white paper was a poignant poem.
The cicadas are chilling, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat.
Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
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