The imperial mausoleum of the Wen Dynasty entered a tense state for the first time in a long time.
In the past, only when kings were buried and great scholars were born would the quiet imperial mausoleum deep in the Helan Mountains become a bit busy. But now, many soldiers are standing in the imperial mausoleum, and there are even many soldiers among them. People with strong cultivation base are arriving one after another.
If we talk about differences, the clothes these people wear all have the same symbol.
This is a sign of royal family ties, and it also means that these people are all members of the royal family.
"What's going on there now that could lead to the birth of that saint?"
A short and fat man walked out in a hurry and asked the soldiers on the side. Everyone looked at each other in silence.
This person is a descendant of the Li family clan, who is sealed on the side of Helan Mountain and on the bank of the Yellow River. Although the land of the imperial mausoleum is within his fiefdom and cannot be under his jurisdiction, when encountering such movements, the other party will ask, but he will not Not obtrusive.
It's just that everyone has been here for a while, but no one knows who the saint is who made the breakthrough.
Even Li Long of the Royal Guard looked puzzled at this moment.
"A disciple of the Song Ci Sect?"
When several people heard what Li Long said, they frowned even more. King Yong even asked Li Long directly.
"What does this person look like?"
"She looks like she is only thirty years old, but she has a head full of white hair. She is extremely handsome."
"You are not very young, but you can break through to the realm of great Confucianism?"
"Maybe he is a direct disciple of Yan Daru."
"How is this possible? Does the Song Ci Sect have such talented disciples now?"
Someone made a guess, but it was immediately rejected by others. Everyone's faces became more and more curious. Some people even couldn't help but want to go inside, but they were stopped by the guards.
"The Song Ci Sect is really lucky. With these two great scholars, the foundation of this sect will be even more stable."
Someone said this immediately, with a bit of envy in his words, and there were also people beside him who echoed.
"Yes, who would have thought that the cornerstone laid by the No. 1 Scholar of the Song Dynasty would now have such a glorious cause."
"It takes decades to build a sect, which is rare and rare in this world!"
A few people said this, and the lively person had already planned to visit the Song Ci Sect, or to get married to the elders of the sect. The future would be smooth.
And suddenly, everyone suddenly felt a burst of power. At this moment, everyone looked towards the imperial mausoleum. After waiting for a moment, a figure slowly walked out of it.
The visitor was wearing a white shirt and was walking slowly towards him. He had a tall and tall figure and a handsome and slightly weathered face, carrying a somewhat extraordinary aura.
Everyone looked around, and after searching with that power, they felt that the person in front of them was like a vast ocean. This was already a sign of transcendent enlightenment.
At that moment, someone's expression flashed, and then they immediately raised their hands in the air, saluted, and shouted loudly.
"Welcome the saint to come out of seclusion, the most holy saint of Confucianism and Taoism!"
After the words fell, other people also followed suit. After hearing this, the people who came here also raised their hands to everyone, and their faces were extremely calm at this moment.
"Song thanked you all."
With just one word, the faces of those people immediately changed wonderfully. This person called himself Song. From this point of view, he was indeed a descendant of the Song Ci Sect.
Everyone was making a fuss, but at this moment King Yong looked at Song Mu with squinted eyes, and suddenly exclaimed.
The people next to him were also startled by King Yong's sudden sound, but they saw that King Yong had already pointed at Song Mu, then opened his small eyes and said in disbelief.
"How is this possible? You, you are Song Mu?!"
"Song...Mu?!"
Someone next to him heard this and murmured and repeated it, but he paused suddenly and then shook his head unconsciously.
"This is impossible. Song Zhuangyuan was already..."
King Yong nodded heavily and said.
"It's true. There is a painter in my family who is best at painting people."
"From when Song Mu was the top scholar in high school, to when he entered Chang'an several times later, there are pictures left behind."
"He is the person in the painting!"
Everyone was in an uproar, but someone said loudly.
"But the champion of Song Dynasty died in battle, how could the news be wrong?"
"Everyone, to be honest, I am Song Mu."
"In that battle, I didn't die."
Song Mu's voice suddenly came out at this moment. Several people who were about to argue were stunned when they heard this. But at this time, Song Mu suddenly exerted force on his feet, and the words that had been reached at this moment suddenly appeared.
The next moment, Song Mu's figure shot straight into the sky, turned into a stream of light and went away, and at the same time, a word came slowly.
"You can tell the world."
"How dare Song die before the demons in all directions are eliminated!"
As soon as the words spread, everyone standing in the imperial mausoleum was stunned in place. After a long time, someone finally spoke.
"Then if it is true that Song Dynasty is the champion, what will happen to the world?"
Someone nearby heard this, and a look of surprise suddenly broke out in their eyes at this moment, and they actually looked excited at the moment.
"Those decades of haze have been swept away!"
"When the number one scholar of the Song Dynasty is born, the great Confucian scholar will be strong, and all the literati in the world will follow him!"
A young scholar said this, with an uncontrollable expression of excitement on his face. When the few elderly men next to him heard this, they looked at each other in confusion, and someone suddenly said this.
"But I don't know whether this time is a blessing or a disaster for the human race."
Song Mu had no time to listen to others gossiping about him. At this moment, he just turned Gu Qingqing into a stream of light and headed straight to the south. The mountains and rivers under his feet quickly receded. Song Mu's heart was racing for a moment.
Traveling between this world again, the continuous strength in his body made him even more confident.
Song Mu had not felt this way for decades.
With the majestic strength in his body, Song Mu felt that he finally had the time to show off his talents.
Next to her, Gu Qingqing looked at Song Mu who was full of ambitions. At this moment, a bit of loneliness and worry flashed across his face, but he just leaned on his shoulder gently.
In just a moment, Song Mu had already crossed thousands of miles, and his figure suddenly stopped in the air, and then slowly fell downwards.
In Chang'an City, the people all saw a stream of colorful light passing through the sky. People with great power from all over the city suddenly jumped into the air to meet the light.
And the light fell in an instant, heading straight towards the imperial city.
The speed was very fast, but the generals who protected the city did not move forward. At the same time, the sound of drums suddenly sounded in the imperial city.
People on Zhuque Street suddenly saw several groups of burly soldiers appearing at the gate of the imperial city. They lined up in front of the palace gate, and the tall and heavy imperial city gate slowly opened at this moment.
The sound of the turning of the door hinge spread, but only a stream of light was seen falling. The next moment the light dispersed, revealing two figures.
The beating of drums in the imperial city got even louder, and the burly soldiers suddenly stood up straight, and then shouted loudly together.
"Welcome the saint!"
The sound spread to the surroundings, and countless people immediately stopped and looked at the middle-aged man.
The next moment, someone suddenly knelt down, and soon the whole Suzaku Street was full of people kneeling down.
When the saint comes, all the people kneel. This is the glory that belongs only to the saint, and it is also the thing that the people most wish for.
But immediately, a force suddenly rippled out from the fallen person. Many people only felt a surge of power under their knees, and the next moment they pushed themselves to stand up.
"Dear elders, Song Mu has only achieved Taoism, has not achieved great achievements, and has failed to benefit the common people. I absolutely dare not accept this gift."
Suddenly a voice came. Song Mu bowed his head and raised his hands to the people on Zhuque Street.
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(End of chapter)
