The journey of literature and art is sometimes like the stars picked from the farthest and farthest reaches of the sky.
Sometimes, it's like an ordinary thing that's so close and within reach.
But the reason lies in the nature of the inquiring mind and the culture in the heart.
It took Song Mu decades to finally understand this truth, and when this moment was really within reach, everything was like a foundation stone under the dam being loosened, and the knowledge accumulated for countless years turned into a dragon of great waves and completely washed away. All the shackles in front of me.
This is a state that Song Mu has never experienced before.
The power reflected on him, as if pouring in like an endless source, and then, he seemed to forget everything in the world, but in the next second, everything appeared as before.
As if it were real, Song Mu's strength grew wildly at this moment.
Until that last heavy stroke was written on the scroll of paper spread out under him in the library.
At this moment, Song Mu seemed to exhale an extremely long breath of turbid air, and on the messy scroll of paper in front of him, a rough, yet extremely heroic text was revealed.
Real!
Song Mu slowly straightened up. At this moment, the text in front of him seemed to emit a little golden light, slowly swallowing up the original ink mark of the text.
Then a golden light suddenly appeared, and billowing energy rippled out from above like a torrent. Song Mu stood in the torrent of energy, but his eyes suddenly rose.
In the courtyard of the library, the bright light in the sky is already very close at this moment.
There was a stream of light on it, and the power of the star seemed to be drawn at this moment, heading towards Song Mu.
Song Mu didn't even need to do anything. At this moment, Song Mu just closed his eyes and lowered his hands, and the power took Song Mu into the sky.
In the sky, the light from the core fragments of the star seemed to be even brighter. The power of the star turned into colorful ribbons, completely surrounding Song Mu in an instant.
At this moment, Song Muhu felt that the power in his body had changed.
As if there was some guidance, the literary power in Song Mu's body began to operate on its own at this moment, and the power of the star also surrounded Song Mu.
Song Mu didn't make any moves, he just let the power flow freely in his body.
Song Mu only felt that his whole body was extremely warm, and that kind of comfortable and comfortable feeling made him almost intoxicated.
Originally, it was extremely difficult to cross the realm, but now it seems that there are no shackles, and everything falls into place.
After an unknown period of time, Song Mu felt that although the power in his body was still flowing, he could no longer make any progress.
He wanted to boost this power, but the moment he had just touched this power, Song Mu suddenly found that his eyes were at a loss.
He was in a void, with a thick fog in front of him.
Song Mu couldn't see clearly what was in the thick fog in front of him. He just looked around, but there was only this one thing in this empty space.
The dense fog kept stirring and changing, but at the next moment, it immediately condensed, and Song Mu finally saw clearly the situation in front of him.
It was a human figure. Although the face could not be seen clearly, the condensed appearance exuded a unique aura.
He is as gentle as a Confucian scholar, but as fierce as a border general.
Song Mu didn't understand, but the humanoid Nong Wu spoke.
"Wow, I have finally found such a person who is looking for the way."
The voice was calm, but Song Mu suddenly opened his eyes wide when he heard it. At this moment, he stared at the thick fog and spoke.
"Your Excellency is..."
A faint voice came from the thick fog.
"Chuck."
"Chuck!"
"Who are you!"
Song Mu suddenly exclaimed when he heard this. He immediately stood up and looked at the person in front of him in surprise.
Chuck, this is the most famous figure in the Wen Dynasty. He is the founder of this prosperous era of literati, and he is recognized as the first literati in the world.
But Song Mu immediately looked confused.
Because such figures have long since disappeared in the long river of history. There are only their deeds in this world, but there is no news about them.
Today when I was promoted, I saw this person here...
The thick fog in front of him seemed to sense the change in Song Mu's expression, so he just smiled lightly and said.
"I know what you are thinking, and I will tell you later."
"This is just a bit of the power I once had left, which was awakened by your previous article."
"I'm not the inner demon on your cultivation path, but I think my appearance will be of some benefit to your literary path."
Chuck's voice was calm, as if he had anticipated this day a long time ago.
The doubtful look in Song Mu's eyes still didn't dissipate, but he didn't notice the other party's malice. He just held his hand and asked in a deep voice.
"Then I wonder what Zhang Sheng... wants to tell me?"
"Or give some warning to the juniors?"
Chuck just stroked his beard, and the thick fog seemed to surge at this moment, and his voice then reached Song Mu's ears.
"I have only seen the hardships of literature. The journey to literature is like climbing a ladder to heaven. Once you get to the top, you will have to face some choices that you may have never made before."
After the words fell, I only saw Chuck's finger pointing, and a little thick fog broke away, and then it kept changing, and a picture was reflected in it.
Song Mu looked at the picture and was stunned at this moment.
In the picture is Song Mu's wife, Gu Qingqing.
She was sitting on her knees in the room, holding a book in her hands and reading calmly.
Song Mu was practicing in this foreign land and had not seen Gu Qingqing for countless years. Although the flow of time in the foreign land was different from that outside, Song Mu still saw the new wrinkles on Gu Qingqing's face.
She is getting older, but her eyesight is still clear.
"Zhang Sheng, this is..."
However, Zhang Ce remained silent and stretched out his hand. The thick fog changed again. What appeared were Song Huaitong and Song Chengming, who had entered middle age. They were both in other places, contributing to the Wen Dynasty.
This is their face, and there is also a hint of aging.
As the scene progresses, the old Song Liangda is seriously ill, and those familiar faces seem to have a bit of twilight.
Song Mu already understood what Chuck meant, and his voice sounded at this moment.
"Later, this is the most common question."
"No one can avoid birth, old age, illness, and death. But after a few decades, there will no longer be the people I have known since childhood, and the endless loneliness will come."
"What do you think?"
The last four words sounded like bells in Song Mu's ears.
For the strong, this is just a very simple question. The strong say, cut off the passion and the mortal world, and from now on be born to only pursue the literary path and not be a mortal.
But when it comes time for a person to make a decision, everything is extremely difficult.
Song Mu's life was full of hardships, but he also had loved ones and loved ones. His life was already extremely complete.
Along the way to literature, the end must be loneliness. Song Mu was prepared in his heart, but he didn't think it would happen so quickly.
As time goes by, maybe there will be a time when I accept it all.
But at this moment, Song Mu didn't understand whether what Chuck Ce said was to help him cut off all this, or if he had other intentions.
Chuck Ce seemed to see Song Mu's confusion at the moment, but he smiled with relief and suddenly said softly.
"This may not be a choice, for later generations."
"It's just that I want to hear your answer."
"The so-called semi-saint realm is close to a saint but not a saint. After all, we are just human beings."
"What do you want at the top of the literary world, a human being or a saint?"
...(End of chapter)
