When Song Mu heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party's behavior.
They were able to remember the Wen Dynasty, and even persisted despite losing many members of the tribe. This deep love for their homeland at least made Song Mu understand that the things he did for them were worth it. .
But at this moment, Song Mu was even more surprised that half of them now had literary power.
"Old village chief, since you and others have the expectation of returning to the Wen Dynasty, you will definitely be able to find him one day."
When the old man heard this, he looked hopeful and looked at Song Mu and asked quickly.
"Do you know where the Wen Dynasty is? I don't know where it is..."
The old village chief's tone was excited, but he was interrupted by Song Mu raising his hand. At this moment, he heard Song Mu speak calmly.
"The Wen Dynasty is probably thousands of miles away from here, and it cannot be reached overnight."
"This..." The old man's throat was trembling, as if he couldn't believe it, but then he heard Song Mu say it.
"But if you have this magical power, you may be able to travel thousands of miles in a day and arrive in an instant."
After saying this, the old man seemed to wake up from his trance, but soon he met Song Mu's eyes, and for a moment he felt the light flickering in Song Mu's eyes.
"But I'm a little offended. I think that although the people of your village have literary power, they seem to have no idea how to use it. How can you promote literary power without a method? This is a bit incredible."
Song Mu frowned slightly and said, the old village chief Que seemed to have heard something in Song Mu's words, but at that moment he fiercely raised his hands and said to Song Mu.
"Please ask your benefactor to teach me!"
Song Mu's expression returned to calm, and he spoke slowly now.
"Old village chief, I don't know how many people in our village have understood this divine power like Na Xuewen?"
The weather-beaten face of the old village chief showed a bit of helplessness.
"To be honest, now there is only one person like Xuewen, but half of the other villagers have those magical powers, but they are far less than Xuewen."
Song Mu nodded slightly and asked quickly.
"Then I wonder if everyone in the village can read the Four Books and Five Classics?"
The old village chief shook his head.
"I just know a few words, that's all. The lessons in the village are just a few tribesmen who know some words. The rest can only be understood by the children themselves."
When Song Mu heard this answer, he felt a little surprised.
For Song Mu, the emergence of a person with literary skills must have been a hard study of poetry and books for several years. The truth to be understood is by no means just knowing a few words.
"Oh, then it seems they must have other methods?"
Song Mu asked again unwillingly, as if he wanted to get the method from the old man on how they could gather their literary energy.
But the old village chief still shook his head. At this moment, his face showed a somewhat confused look. He looked at Song Mu with some embarrassment and said.
"To be honest, although our village has been here for many years, reading and literacy have only been learned bit by bit. It is already very difficult for these children to read a few lines of poetry."
Song Mu was even more confused, but then he turned to look at the other people in the scene. The situation today was vivid in his mind, and he felt even more incredible.
"So what do you study in your daily life?"
Song Mu still felt that there must be a reason, and continued to ask.
"As far as I know, to become a scholar, you don't just need to know a few lines of poetry or be able to write a few words. It's even more difficult to become a scholar."
The old man seemed to understand what Song Mu meant, seemed to recall something, and continued.
"If that's the case, Xuewen usually likes reading more than others, but he only reads these books..."
When the old man said this, he showed hesitation and even looked to the side. The other person next to him seemed to understand the old man's words at this moment, and he actually had a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.
"Old village chief, you might as well tell me, Song is quite curious about this."
Song Mu said with a smile, and the old village chief said a little embarrassedly, "Although that boy likes books on weekdays, the books he reads are either related to our farmers, or..."
"Some random books."
"There are also some books that are all about fighting and killing."
Someone else added something at this moment, but after finishing speaking, both of them showed a bit of embarrassment on their faces.
Song Mu was stunned when he heard this, but the old village chief said with determination.
"To be fair to my benefactor, this is indeed the case. That boy Xuewen likes to read books like this the most. He always asks for them, okay... okay..."
"Be a hero and do justice."
Someone else added, but the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
Song Mu had already put down the wine glass in his hand and looked at the other party and said.
"Old man, do you mean that you are a self-taught scholar, and you only have to read a few agricultural books and a few irrelevant miscellaneous books to be where you are today?"
Song Mu shook his head slightly without hesitation.
In the vast literary dynasty, no matter how talented a person is, there will never be a person who can obtain a vast literary power by just reading a few books on farming and a few miscellaneous books on fighting and killing. .
This is not a genius, but a monster.
When the old village chief saw Song Mu's expression of disbelief, he immediately sent someone to find Xuewen who was recuperating.
After a while, several young men from the village carried each other over. Lin Xuewen, who still had a faint smell of blood on his body, was lying on his back. His face was still a little pale, but his eyes were bright, and he looked at Song Mu nervously.
Song Mu nodded slightly in greeting and asked harmoniously: "Your Excellency, I just talked with the village chief and said that you are able to reach where you are today because you like to read, but you don't know what books you like to read?"
Na Xuewen seemed a little embarrassed when he heard this. He glanced at the old village chief and then spoke slowly.
"My benefactor, I am usually very carefree, so I only read some books that are suitable for farming in the village or..."
The other party paused for a moment, and then said: "Or some miscellaneous books related to fighting and killing."
Song Mu finally showed some emotion on his face. He was sure that what the other party said was true, but he was even more unbelievable.
At that moment, Song Mu asked the other party to explain the books he was reading one by one.
Among these agricultural books, there are miscellaneous notes on the mountains and plains, and unpopular folk agricultural books, but there are also classics handed down from ancient times such as "The Book of Pan Sheng" and "Essential Art of Qi Min". What is quite rare among them is that for these books, Lin Xuewen seems to have Have some more opinions of your own.
But those miscellaneous books about fighting and killing are a bit absurd, including so-called autobiographies of knights, folklore, and fabricated heroic epics. If there is really a bright spot in it, it is that it can only make young people have some enthusiasm for dying for the country on the battlefield, and still be wrapped in horse leather.
But as he listened, Song Mu heard something wrong in the other party's words.
"If you sow beans, you will reap melons. I also understand this principle, but sometimes I wonder if other things can be like this. Can everything be reaped by sowing beans and reap melons?"
"Also, in those books, although the chivalry they talk about is irrelevant, no matter what, we should be such chivalrous people to protect our clan and the people of the world."
Song Mu's eyes had completely fallen on Lin Xuewen's face.
Song Mu did not dare to say whether the situation he was thinking about was good or bad, but at such a young age, he was able to extend it by himself, and to have such a character showed that his talent was extremely good, and it was not unreasonable to be able to achieve the position of scholar. A little bit possible.
"Then tell me, how did you enter this realm?"
Song thought about it for a long time before speaking slowly.
"When I entered this realm, it seemed that one night, I suddenly dreamed of a golden light falling, and then when I woke up, I felt that my whole body was full of power, and there was a trace of..."
Song Mu naturally knew that what he was talking about was the condensation of literary energy into literary power, but it was not the answer Song Mu wanted.
"What did you do before going to bed that night when things like this happened?"
"I remember those days when I was trying out the planting method described in a book, and I finally succeeded that day."
"What I'm asking is, what kind of articles have you written before, what kind of articles of inspiration have you written before?"
Song Mu shook his head and continued to ask, but Lin Xuewen was confused and shook his head after a moment.
"Nothing more."
“That day, I only had excitement and realization in my heart, but it seemed that I had never felt anything.”
