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Chapter 164 How many flowers have fallen?

"Eat it."

Ke Jijin's voice sounded low in front of Song Mu. Song Mu looked at the pill in the other person's hand. At this moment, he just clenched his fists and then unclenched them.

Song Mu reached out and took it without hesitation, then threw it into his mouth and swallowed it wholeheartedly, even followed by a bit of dry coughing.

Seeing Song Mu swallowing the pills so happily, Ke Jijin's face immediately showed a smile. He seemed to be very satisfied with Song Mu's actions and nodded immediately.

"Yes, those who understand current affairs are heroes."

"It's just that I can't help myself." Song Mu replied.

Ke Jijin didn't say anything. He just sat back down and hid his face in the darkness of the fire.

After a while, Song Mu felt the changes in his body. First, bursts of warmth came from his Dantian, and he could also feel the Wenli in his body.

But if I don't know if there is anything else going on, it may be that Song Mu didn't feel anything unusual.

That pill made Song Mu feel a little uneasy at the moment.

"Since we have made up our minds, let's not delay and set off now."

Ke Jijin waited for a moment and seemed to be a little impatient. He stood up and said to Song Mu, and then immediately appeared in front of Song Mu.

Before Song Mu could even say anything, the other party grabbed Song Mu by the collar and left directly from the cave.

It seemed that the rain had stopped in the forest in the dark night. The temperature in the forest was extremely low at this moment. Song Mu felt waves of coldness, as well as the coldness of water droplets from the surrounding trees constantly dripping on his body.

Ke Jijin was moving very fast, even in the dark night. It took Song Mu a lot of effort to be able to see clearly some of the surrounding situation.

It was so dark on a rainy night, and everything in front of me seemed to be nothing.

Song Mu was being carried by the other party and kept moving forward in the mountains and forests. Song Mu was currently holding on to his neck.

When he pulled his red rope, Song Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

In the dark night, Song Mu's eyes flashed with light.

Ke Jijin still led Song Mu forward quickly, and he didn't know how long he had been traveling in the dense forest. Song Mu only remembered that his body had been completely wet by the water droplets on the treetops, and the breeze was blowing, making it even cooler.

Suddenly Ke Jijin stopped and threw Song Mu to the ground.

The soil and leaves on the ground were mixed together, making it wet and slippery. Song Mu finally managed to stabilize his body, and Ke Jijin's voice had already been heard.

"Just stay here. It will be dawn soon. Let's go west."

"Don't forget what I said, after seven days... hum."

Ke Jijin warned him like this, and immediately turned to leave, but Song Mu's voice suddenly came.

"Wait a minute."

Ke Jijin stopped immediately, and then turned around in surprise. Although he couldn't see clearly what was ahead in the dark night, their eyes still met in the dark night.

Song Mu suddenly stood up, groped around on his body, and said to the other party at the same time.

"Master Ke, would you like to know who was fighting with you in Shaozhou Fucheng that day?"

As Song Mu said this, Ke Jijin's expression changed obviously. He took two steps forward and asked aggressively.

"who is it?"

Song Mu smiled, and now he touched the wat tablet at his waist, pulled out the soaked writing paper, and then quickly took out a new roll of writing paper from the oilskin bag and put it in it.

Ke Jijin obviously noticed Song Mu's actions, but it seemed that he did not feel that Song Mu, who was a scholar, was any threat.

"That person's name is Huangfu Fengming."

Song Mu said slowly at this moment. He had already taken out a pen in his hand and dipped it in his mouth. The faint bitter taste of the ink came out.

"What? Huangfu Fengming?!"

Sure enough, Ke Jijin's eyes widened immediately when he heard the name, and there was an incredible expression on his face.

"Huangfu Fengming, that guy is still alive?"

Ke Jijin murmured something like this, but Song Mu paused. At this moment, he might also know a different news.

But Song Mu did not stop his movements. At this moment, he was trying hard to open his eyes wide in the dark night and write on the Wat board with a pen.

But Ke Jijin had a sad look on his face, and he was even talking to himself at this moment.

"No wonder, it turned out to be him. No wonder he was able to use the poetry of the Tao Poetry School."

As Ke Jijin said this, he thought of something and asked Song Mu again.

"Do you know where he is?"

Song Mu nodded silently, his hands still moving quickly.

"Where? In your camp?"

Ke Jijin said again, Song Mu did not express his position, but put down his pen, looked at the other party, showed a relieved smile, and then said to him.

"Do you want to know more surprising news?"

Ke Jijin showed his impatience at this moment. He walked forward with murderous intent and asked Song Mu sternly.

"I asked you where Huangfu Fengming is? What else do you know?"

Song Mu took a deep breath, pulled out the poem from the wat tablet, raised his head, looked at the other party and said.

"Huangfu Fengming is my teacher."

"What?!"

Ke Jijin's face was extremely frustrated. At that moment, the demonic energy in his body involuntarily stirred up, but it immediately disappeared. At this moment, his eyes seemed to flash for a moment.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Song Mu did not speak, but instead just asked the other party.

"What? Do you want me to do more for you?"

As Song Mu said this, the writing paper was already rolled into his hand.

Ke Jijin paused for a moment, and the expression on his face was obviously a little malicious.

But Song Mu immediately showed a bright smile towards the other party, his teeth shining in the dark night.

"Unfortunately, the reason why I tell you this news is not to make you do something."

"I'm just telling you a fact. Since he is my teacher, it's natural..."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I also learned a little bit from him."

As Song Mu said this, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and Ke Jijin immediately became furious, with a furious expression on his face.

Song Mu had already picked up the writing paper in his hand, and at this moment, the writing power around him and the thought power in his mind were pouring into it crazily.

The jade ring in his hand sparkled, and the thing in front of Song Mu immediately emitted a dazzling light!

"Damn it, it turns out you are already an environment builder, damn it!"

Ke Jijin was furious at this moment, with an extremely ferocious expression on his face again, and he immediately grabbed Song Mu fiercely.

The paper was already burning in front of him, and the last sentence disappeared into ashes.

"...How many flowers do you know when they fall?"

It's all too late.

The next moment, the dazzling light made Kojijin feel that there was a change in front of his eyes. The sky seemed to be a little brighter all of a sudden, and at this moment, everything around him had undergone tremendous changes.

The water is gurgling, the sky is dark, birds are chirping in the mountain stream, and it seems that raindrops are falling again. Where they fall, the raindrops turn into flowers, but they wither instantly.

Everything around here is familiar, yet extremely strange.

Ke Jijin's heart tightened, and he looked around, but he could no longer see Song Mu.

A foreign land, Song Mu completely inspired a foreign land for the first time.

The poems used are the poems of Meng Hao and Meng Haoran, who are second only to Tao Gong in the Pastoral Poetry School!

In just a moment, Song Mu felt that the literary power and mental power in his body were being wildly drained away, but Ke Jijin in front of him had already lost his position.

This world is written down, but the reason why there are still three major subdivided professions is because of this mysterious power of writing.

Wen Zhanjie, Situation Builder, Situation Destroyer.

Each identity represents a different ability that he can display in his life.

At this moment, Song Mu appeared in front of others completely as a landscape master for the first time!




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