Chapter 125: Nine Movements of Thunder, a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!!
"oh?"
Fan Tixue raised his eyebrows fiercely when he heard this. He turned around and looked at Song Mu with burning eyes, his eyes full of hope.
"Can you finish it now?"
Song Mu nodded. In fact, this was also a trick of Song Mu. In order not to disturb the aura of heaven and earth, every time he wrote the Three-Character Sutra, he would write three or two sentences separately, and then carefully consider each sentence and revise it carefully.
Even when I got it in front of Fan Tixue today, it was just an initial version, and because he didn't know whether the content had been revised in place, Song Mu didn't write the last few sentences.
"Come on, come forward and finish writing in front of me."
Fan Tixue said to Song Mu quite excitedly at this moment. He even gave up his position and then helped Song Mu get all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones from the academy.
When Song Mu saw this, he apologized, and at this moment he lifted up his robe and moved forward.
Looking at the scroll of paper that had been spread out in front of him and Fan Tixue who was standing beside him intently, Song Mu also took a deep breath at this moment, then took out a pen and lightly dipped it in ink.
"Dogs watch the night, chickens watch the morning."
"If you don't learn, you will behave like a human being."
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"Diligence pays off, but play is useless."
"Be careful, you should try your best."
Song Mu finished it in one breath, the pen tip in his hand moved quickly, and he completed the last few sentences of the Three-Character Sutra in just a moment.
And just when Song Mu was writing, waves of literary fluctuations suddenly appeared on the paper and began to surge around. The feeling became stronger and stronger. Even Fan Tixue who was next to him suddenly felt the changes around him.
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The moment Song Mu completed the "Three Character Classic", the entire hall was suddenly enveloped in a surge of literary energy.
The rich literary atmosphere made the two people look pure white, and even made them invisible in another sense.
And the wonderful situation didn't stop there. At the moment when Song Mu completed the "Three Character Classic", a thunder suddenly sounded in the originally gloomy sky.
Then the second tone, the third tone...
Autumn thunder is almost terrifying!
But the thunder did not stop, but sounded nine times in a row!
Every sound was deafening, and every sound became louder and louder. The students in the government school stopped one after another and looked up at the sky, with doubts on their faces.
But immediately, all the lecturers from the government school ran out one after another, and the two fellow Jinshi lecturers were already in the air. Even Tao Fengming, who was studying leisurely in the courtyard, suddenly raised his head and glanced at the sky.
"Ben Lei Nine Movements? This is..."
Tao Fengming murmured something, then he narrowed his expression slightly and looked around. Then his body suddenly tore apart like a ghost and disappeared from the place.
The two fellow Jinshi instructors were already standing in the sky above the academy. Xiao Li's eyes immediately noticed the academy not far away. There was endless white steam surging there at the moment, and the surrounding sky was full of wind, still
Rushing crazily towards the academy.
"This..." Xiao Li frowned. Another instructor, Lin Jie, also looked over and asked Xiao Li.
"Brother Xiao, what's going on?"
"I don't know, Thunder in Autumn, either someone has used a secret method to harm the world, or a great text has come to the world!"
"Did Master Tixue write a shocking article?" Both of them had surprised expressions on their faces, and a dozen people on the ground immediately moved forward.
"Xiao Xiong, please keep everyone away from the academy."
At this time, Xiao Li's voice came from the sky. When Xiao Xiong saw this, he suddenly stopped and hesitated to speak. In the end, he just nodded and cupped his fists.
"Okay, Father!"
Xiao Li and the other two were shooting towards the academy at this moment.
At this moment, in the academy, the turbulent literary energy was bursting out from the paper scroll crazily. The huge power even blew Fan Tixue's beard and white hair into the wind. At this moment, it was like a bird floating in the strong wind.
Maned lion.
But Fan Tixue's eyes were firmly looking at Song Mu at this moment, and those eyes that were about to pop out were even more frightening, and he murmured something.
"Seventeen years old, a great writer who has been handed down from generation to generation, running like thunder and making nine moves."
"Good! What a genius! Good!"
Fan Tixue let out a sound of admiration, and Song Mu had already closed his eyes at this moment. Although the tip of the brush in his hand had left the scroll, the literary spirit that continued to surge out of the document and the gathering of heaven and earth
The literary energy that came from the book was climbing crazily from the pages of the book, and continued to pour into Song Mu's body.
Song Mu only felt that a huge amount of literary energy poured into his body in an instant. These literary energies did not even need Song Mu to guide him, and they immediately wandered crazily towards Song Mu's meridians, and then turned into strips under the influence of Dantian.
A solid literary vein.
My literary power suddenly began to grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. This feeling made people feel very horrified.
But Song Mu had no way to control all of this. At this moment, he could only close his eyes and sink his mind to feel it carefully, waiting for all the literary energy to be absorbed into his body.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened.
The stone table on which the pages of the "Three Character Classic" were placed could not support the weight of the paper and fell apart in an instant.
And that monstrous literary spirit has spread from the academy to the entire school at this moment. Countless students stopped at this moment, from raising their heads to look at the sky, to slightly raising their hands, feeling it quietly, and then showing surprise on their faces.
"How do I feel that my literary power is automatically absorbing literary energy and running on its own?"
"Yes, I feel it too, what is going on?!"
Many students exclaimed in surprise, and some of them even sat cross-legged on the spot, taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to start making breakthroughs.
The students in the academy were in a state of revelry, and even the big trees around the academy were sprouting new buds in this autumn.
This literary energy cleanses the surroundings and nourishes everything!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the entire Jizhou City, several Confucian articles on the city walls began to slowly glow, and the words above were floating with light and shadow, and gusts of wind blew from all directions.
The soldiers guarding the city felt like they were facing a powerful enemy.
Qiu Buchu's figure suddenly landed at the top of the city. Seeing this scene, everyone steadied themselves.
"This is not a demon attack!"
Qiu Buchu said calmly, but his eyes looked towards the city with something in mind.
"This is the vision of a great article handed down from ancient times. As soon as the article was published, it aroused the jealousy of the gods, the sky thundered, and hundreds of schools of thought contended with their articles!"
"Who is this? Is there such a scholar in Jizhou Prefecture?!"
Qiu Buchu said with fear and shock, and the next moment his figure disappeared from the city wall again.
In the academy, there were two more people in front of Fan Tixue. Xiao Li and Lin Jie were both standing in the small courtyard at the moment. They saw that the surging literary energy actually came from a scroll of paper, and the scroll was already deep inside at this moment.
It sunk several inches into the ground.
A familiar figure stood in front of everyone.
"Master Tixue, is this...could it be caused by Song Mu?"
Xiao Li asked Fan Tixue next to him in disbelief. Fan Tixue's face was now full of a bitter smile, which was even more incredible.
"Yes, that's him."
"Then he... wrote a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation?" Lin Jie also asked, with the same look of fear on his face.
Fan Tixue had slowly calmed down, and his eyes were filled with admiration for Song Mu who was still practicing with his eyes closed.
"Yes, great texts and poems have been passed down from generation to generation. The Shiyang Song family has gone through seventeen generations, and many literati and lofty ideals have died, but finally, they were reborn from nirvana."
"This time, even Song Wenrong, the great scholar, probably couldn't have imagined that God would actually send a Wenquxing to the Song family."