Chapter 484: Thousands of poems are still fading away
Song Mu was naturally deeply concerned about this, but Song Mu seemed to hear a somewhat different meaning from Du Sheng's mouth.
Duqin also smiled slightly and said to Song Mu.
"Bloodline is, after all, the most mysterious thing in the world. It's just a little inferior to the original author's use of the original poem."
"It's just that your Song family didn't leave many original works. Back then, Song Wenrong still had many excellent works."
Song Mu was silent when he heard this. Naturally, Song Mu had no doubts about the power of blood on poetry.
In the previous contest with Na Du Mei, the opponent was just a master of martial arts, but with the blessing of blood and the use of poetry, the power of that blow was comparable to that of a fellow Jinshi.
The opponent is now only at the peak of Juren, and is already feared.
Also, the Demon Lord from before was attacked by two Hanlin scholars, Li and Du, while escaping. The Demon Lord was already stronger than the scholars of the same realm, but he died on the spot.
Shizong’s strength, poetry and bloodline are forces that cannot be underestimated.
Song Mu also rarely experienced the poetry of his ancestors. Although he did not dare to say that he really exerted his strength as he should have, the feeling that his blood surged every time he used it, and everything came naturally, still made Song Mu.
Mu was impressed.
Duqin seemed to have noticed Song Mu's appearance, and asked a few questions. Song Mu also gave a brief explanation, and naturally also lamented the mystery of bloodline poetry.
"Yes, bloodline poetry gave the human race a bit of help. It was also Zhang Sheng's unintentional move, but it made the world's poetry sects stand tall."
Duqin said, looking up at Song Mu.
"If the Song family had accumulated step by step, they might have been able to have this day."
When Song Mu heard this, he immediately raised his head, but suddenly felt something in his heart. He thought about it slightly, raised his hands and said.
"Du Sheng, what is the situation regarding the death of my ancestor?"
Song Mu has also been exploring many of these things over the years. After all, his ancestors were too dazzling, and they also created this "New Method of Mind Power". From the looks of it, they can achieve great results.
But within a few decades, he died, leaving the Song family with bad news.
Because there was no more great Confucian, the Song family went from its peak to its trough.
Duqin hesitated for a moment, looked at Song Mu Xiji's expression, took a deep breath, and said slowly.
"I do know something about Song Wenrong."
"At that time, you had a great Confucian scholar, a Hanlin scholar, and three Jinshi from the Song family. You really had a strong foundation."
"The late emperor also intended to establish a poetry sect for Song Wenrong, but his plan was changed due to a war."
Song Mu was suddenly startled when he heard this.
These are things I have never known.
"At that time, a genius appeared in the northwest demon country. He had been in the realm of demon saint for hundreds of years. He was extremely fierce and caused a bloody storm in the western border. The late emperor was furious and ordered the great scholar to suppress him."
"But he actually defeated three great scholars in a row, and even claimed that there was no one in the Wen Dynasty."
"Song Wenrong went to battle in response to the order and won the battle. However, the Demon Saint refused and actually cast a blood curse to fight on the Void Cliff. I then went to the plundering formation, but the Demon Saint was still defeated and tried his best to drag your ancestor into the Void Cliff.
in the chaos above."
Song Mu's heart tightened when he heard this, but he also realized that he heard a new name, and asked in surprise.
"Du Sheng, what is Wuwu Cliff?"
Duqin looked at Song Mu, pondered for a moment and spoke.
"The Cliff of Nothingness is an ethereal place located very high in the sky, where literature is abundant and fragments of literature stars can occasionally be seen floating."
"Because of its wide width, it is often the place where humans and demon masters fight to prevent the great scholars from using their power to destroy the world."
Du Sheng shook his head slightly, with a look of emotion on his face.
"It's just that the cliff of nothingness is full of chaos as it goes up. It's been frozen for thousands of years and is ethereal. If you get lost, you'll never look back."
Song Mu's eyes sank slightly when he heard this. He seemed to understand what the other party meant, but he also had some guesses of his own.
Does the so-called mixed team refer to the space beyond the planet?
Song Mu did not dare to assert that this world might be fundamentally different from the world he knew, but Duqin had already continued.
"Even so, there was no more news about Song Wenrong. When the news spread, the Wen Dynasty was shocked."
Song Mu's heart tightened and he asked quickly.
"Is there no way to remedy it? If you enter it, you will die?"
Duqin paused for a moment and spoke.
"It's not that there are no methods. If you can enter the holy realm and ascend to the Tao, you may be able to pass through the chaos and explore the world beyond the sky."
"It's just that maybe there was a narrow escape from death. Otherwise, how could there be no news to this day?"
Song Mu was shocked, but an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he asked in a deep voice.
"At that time, Du Sheng attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven, and even now..."
Duqin nodded silently, which confirmed Song Mu's suspicion.
He attained enlightenment and ascended, but no one knew what was beyond that day.
Song Mu felt a little unbelievable, and felt that there were too many mysteries in this world.
At this time, Duqin looked at Song Mu who looked surprised and said in a deep voice again.
"Song Mu, I will tell you this today. Firstly, you should know the true story of your ancestors. Secondly, I also hope that one day you can achieve enlightenment and ascend."
Saying this, Duke Qinhu moved his hand and placed something in front of Song Mu. Song Mu was stunned. When he looked at it, he found that it was a very delicate diamond-shaped token with the word "Du" written on it in official script.
"This is the elder token of my Du Shi Sect. With this thing, you can mobilize the power of the Shi Sect at will."
Song Mu suddenly stood up, and his heart was shaken. Just now Du Sheng told him about the ascension of enlightenment, which made Song Mu extremely surprised. At this moment, the other party suddenly took out another token.
Duqin seemed to be aware of Song Mu's worries, so he just spoke calmly.
"I know you don't want to be controlled by Shi Zong, so you don't have to worry. I'm just doing this to allow you to take a step further."
If Song Mu's clan uncle had spoken these words to him, Song Mu would have been quite happy. However, when these words came from Duqin's mouth, Song Mu would find it difficult not to hesitate, and even involuntarily try to figure out the meaning behind them.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Duqin seemed to have seen through Song Mu's thoughts. This time he just stood up, looked at Song Mu and said.
"I will tell you the reason for this."
"Song Mu, do you know how long it has been since a new poet appeared in the land of Wen Dynasty?"
Song Mu was stunned, as if he had no answer for a moment, but Du Qin said in a deep voice.
"For a full one hundred and eighty years, after Xiao Li and Du, the number of poets in the Wen Dynasty has almost not increased, but some have begun to decline."
Duqin looked up at Song Mu again.
"Do you know why?"
Song Mu didn't understand, but Du Qin threw off his sleeves and stood on his side, looking at the night outside the window pane, and said slowly.
"Poetry is a sect, so poetry is the foundation of the sect. But now, poetry has passed its peak and has gone downhill."
"We, the poets, only rely on the breath of our ancestors, our broad bloodline, and the widespread spread of our poems to survive to this day."
"The big sects are still prosperous, but the poetry of the small sects has declined. Countless poems that were prosperous in the early literary dynasty gradually disappeared, and even only existed in books."
"In Confucian literature, we have reached a bottleneck."
"If the bottleneck cannot be broken, poems will become increasingly rare in the future. In the Tang and Wen dynasties, there were hundreds of thousands of poems preserved. How many will be left in the end?"
Duqin turned around slowly this time, with a hint of worry on his old face.
"We have been thinking about it day and night, and we have seen that the writing of poetry is flourishing, and it is beginning to flourish."
"This is why we know that poetry in the world is about to decline, and lyrics are about to rise."
"It can be said that the lyrics have been written for a century, but they are mediocre and unexciting, not a rising star."