Just when the world began to undergo different changes due to the vision caused by Song Mu, Song Mu in the white jade scroll had also reached the last moment.
The beauty in my heart, after being silent for who knows how many years, finally burst out from my chest again.
At this moment, Song Mu seemed to have regained the feeling he had in the examination room when he was young, splashing ink with countless ambitions in his mind, all coming out of the tip of the pen.
There are many scrolls scattered on the desk in front of you. On them are all articles written by Song Mu. There are so many articles written by Song Mu that it is staggering.
"The great writings in the world start from one to the end. The things described and the emotions expressed are all caused by everything..."
"As the saying goes, everything has its beginning and end, and everything has its end. If you know the order of things, you will get the shortcut..."
Song Mu's mind moved, and he couldn't help but drop this sentence. This sentence came from the first chapter of the traditional Confucian classic "The Great Learning". At this moment, it fell on this article as if it was natural. For a moment, he saw a sudden surge of literary power. , Song Mu felt a light suddenly appear in front of him.
He had read this sentence by heart, read it thousands of times, and written it thousands of times. When he looked at it again, Song Mu actually felt that it felt extremely fresh.
Counterattack Everything has its roots and ends, and everything has its ending and beginning, from the roots to the ends, and from the beginning to the end.
This is the natural law of all things.
But if you can recognize this law and abide by this backward law, the Tao will naturally come closer.
At this moment, Song Mu seemed to have truly understood his thoughts, and the bells in his mind were ringing. The bookstore in my mind has slowly expanded, and countless golden words are pouring out of it quickly.
The next moment, Zhang Shengzhi's words, which had been locked in Song Mu's mind, seemed to have found a confidant at this moment. Every eloquent sentence burst out from it and rushed into the depths of Song Mu's mind, which made Song Mu understand. Mu is clearer.
Thousands of maxims are running through Song Mu's mind, and Song Mu seems to have become one of them. At this moment, he is wandering in this ocean of words, forgetting everything for a while.
With flowers blooming in front of him, Song Mu's eyes moved around, but he saw that after wandering around in this space, these words suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and they all came towards him.
Song Mu didn't do anything. He opened his arms and waited for the power to flow into his body. But the next moment, these words stopped in front of Song Mu, and then suddenly collapsed in Song Mu's eyes. Come on.
The complex words collapsed into strokes at this moment, arranged messily but orderly around them.
Song Muran stood silently in this mind space, his expression extremely calm.
In the library pavilion, Song Mu, who was holding a pen and writing ink, also stopped at this moment. His eyes lowered slightly, but he kept holding the pen and made no movement.
Song Mu, who suddenly froze at this moment, formed a strange tranquility with the paper rolls on the ground.
Outside the Library Pavilion, the vision did not stop, but after all this sudden rise, it came to a smooth place with no more agitation.
Song Mu in his mind was looking back at the things in front of him. Although he was a little confused for a moment, when he reached out to touch these strokes, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Back to Basics?"
"I think it's time to recreate Jinxiu."
After finishing his words, Song Mu stretched out his hand, holding a stroke with his fingertips, then stretched out his other hand to spread the strokes, and pulled out another one.
After a few fiddles, the three strokes were brought together by Song Mu.
A "word" is completely natural.
But after Song Mu spelled this word, it no longer spread out, as if it had strong and strong power to maintain this situation.
When Song Mu saw this, he couldn't help laughing. It was as if there were thousands of threads in his hands, and he was digging into the long river of this painting, pulling up the characters one by one.
Countless words were suddenly combined, and each one was shining brightly at this moment. Song Mu was walking in this situation, as if he was at ease, and in an instant, each word was suddenly formed.
Soon, when the words were combined, he saw Song Mu's power pop up again, and the words began to combine on their own as if they were alive.
The countless word combinations in my mind have turned into poems, beautiful chapters, earth-shattering stories, and pieces of writing and calligraphy that draw the long course of human history.
It seems as if all the articles, stories, poems and songs in the world were created here at this moment.
But at this moment, Song Mu suddenly lost the casualness he had just shown. He now had a serious look on his face and sat cross-legged.
The thousands of words seemed to be inspired and came one after another at this moment, but the moment they approached Song Mu, these words fell into pieces again.
Only this time, these fragmented words and strokes seemed to be flowing around Song Mu in a very tight manner.
The golden light flashed, but for a moment, the words stopped flowing, and Song Mu, who was sitting in his mind, was surrounded by a huge word at this moment.
arts!
As soon as the word was completed, Song Mu's standing figure in the library suddenly moved, and then the tip of the pen suddenly drew a heavy mark of ink, straight across the scroll.
The pen in Song Mu's hand did not stop, but the ink in the inkstone jumped into the moving pen tip, and then was deeply imprinted into the paper scroll.
The stroke is extremely long, but when the stroke is paused, the supreme light flashes on it.
Then the power around him suddenly rose and shot straight up.
Song Mu, however, was like a boulder in the lake, unmoved at this moment, but he made another stroke.
With one stroke across more than a dozen scrolls of paper, the power rising around him became even more fierce.
At the same time, outside the library, the old village chief and his party felt that the burden on their bodies suddenly lightened, and even suddenly felt that there was an undercurrent surging within their bodies.
Everyone was unaware, but they saw that the light pillar in the sky was even brighter. A burst of dense light rippled out, and suddenly it reflected seven colors. The light was overflowing and it was overwhelming.
"This...what exactly is this..."
Someone let out an exclamation, but Lin Xuewen, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, suddenly stood up, his face full of shock at this moment.
"This power is as strong as mountains and seas. Who is he?"
Before the words could be finished, someone suddenly pointed at the sky and exclaimed.
"Look at the sky, the sun is setting!"
After hearing this, everyone raised their heads and saw that blue light piercing the sky and falling with light at this moment.
And around the sun, there are also colorful colors flashing.
Everyone was panic-stricken, but suddenly they heard a buzzing sound, and then a solemn and sacred sound of reciting came from the front.
Everyone didn't understand what he heard, but suddenly their eyes were blurred.
Some people squatted down with their heads in their hands, feeling a splitting headache. Some people were stunned on the spot, and their mouths and noses were bleeding for a while.
Lin Xuewen also covered his head and sat down. The sound of reciting was like a sharp blade, constantly cutting through the depths of his mind, and what was left behind after cutting through.
It's an article.
Just thinking about it, it seems that I have read this article thousands of times.
The true meaning seemed to be instantly clear.
...(End of chapter)
