When Song Mu heard Tao Lingdong's words and looked at his burning eyes at this moment, Song Mu seemed extremely calm.
The demon clan has changed because of his article on the palace examination. This statement is actually a bit far-fetched. Song Mu believes that the article he wrote did bring about changes, but it caused the demon to be so shocked. There must be more.
There are other reasons.
It could only be that to some extent, he underestimated the threat he posed to the demons.
Tao Lingdong had already stood up and looked at Song Mu and said.
"Song Zhuangyuan, we have always wanted to know, what is the content of the article you wrote?"
"Is it just related to water transportation?"
“Or by sea?”
Tao Lingdong suddenly asked these words, but his tone was filled with more uncertainty.
They may indeed be able to guess some traces of the changes in the imperial government's decrees after their imperial examination. Changes in water and sea transportation cannot be concealed.
But what they see is always the appearance.
The sea transportation that I wrote was just the initial meaning of the word sea power. In the final analysis, the sea power that I mentioned was to inspire something latent in the hearts of the people of the Wen Dynasty.
Human greed.
Greed is a desire buried in the hearts of human beings that will never disappear. When greed can be satisfied, they will be willing to take risks, and when greed is stopped abruptly, they will try their best to satisfy it.
But all of this was suppressed by the demon's powerful power, forcing the human race to cease their activities.
These thoughts flashed through Song Mu's mind at this moment, but when he looked at the three people again, Song Mu just shook his head gently.
"Sage, I forgive you for not being able to tell you in detail what happened."
"If there really is a secret that scares monsters, then the less people know about this secret, the better."
Tao Lingdong's face suddenly showed a look of urgency, and the people next to him couldn't help but asked Song Mu.
"Song Zhuangyuan can't reveal anything to us?"
Song Mu shook his head slightly and quickly raised his hands.
"Sage, the one who can know about this matter first is Your Majesty. I will go to Chang'an in the next few days to discuss with Your Majesty, and then I will ask Your Majesty to make a decision."
Song Mu blocked the mouths of several people in this way. Several people knew that this was a serious matter and could only nod helplessly.
But their faces were obviously still a little disappointed. Tao Lingdong looked at Song Mu and thought for a moment before speaking.
"Then how does the number one scholar consider the affairs of this Ci sect?"
The topic returned to its original purpose, but at this moment, Song Mu's heart had already changed a lot.
If he had been shaken before, but after knowing that the establishment of the Ci Sect was actually a beneficial attempt for the Wen Dynasty, Song Mu knew that he could no longer say no.
This matter is being pushed forward by the power of the human race.
But Song Mu still pondered for a moment, and then he spoke.
"This matter may have to wait for a while, but I will have to rely on the saints in the future."
After hearing this, the three people finally had a relaxed look on their faces, and they nodded repeatedly.
"That all depends on what Song Zhuangyuan thinks after that, but I still want to say one more thing, please do it as soon as possible."
Tao Lingdong still gave Song Mu instructions at the moment, but he was somewhat impatient in his heart.
Song Mu nodded slowly. There was silence for a moment. Song Mu put down the teacup in his hand, and then slowly asked.
"Then saints, I don't know if you can tell me about Master."
As soon as these words came out, the three of them all looked up at Song Mu, and something strange flashed in their eyes. However, they seemed to have made a decision immediately, and Tao Lingdong was the first to speak.
"Actually, Huangfu Fengming was the smartest disciple we had ever seen at that time, and his master, Tao Ze, was also one of the best people in a million."
Song Mu's expression paused slightly, with a bit of curiosity on his face at this moment, while Tao Lingdong continued in a deep voice.
"It's just that when we talk about intelligence, we don't mean their literary realm, but their understanding of the manipulation of mind power."
"Tao Ze is a descendant of my poetry sect. He has awakened 80% of the bloodline of his ancestors. Although he has no excessive attainments in literary power, he has practiced mindfulness since he was a child. Even if he faces the same people in the future,
Even high-level disciples who use their mental power to fight will never fall behind."
"Tao Fengming also inherited this kind of intelligence, but he seems to be a little less detached. He has many different views on poetry and the people of the Wen Dynasty than we do."
When he said this, Song Mu obviously saw that the three of them frowned involuntarily, but their eyes swept over Song Mu's body.
Obviously they were a little worried, thinking that Tao Fengming's attitude might have an impact on Song Mu.
Song Mu was calm and just spoke softly at this moment.
"Master told me that his break with the sect was due to two things. One was the death of Grand Master Tao Ze, and the other was that Master's daughter also died in the fight. I don't know how the three of you explained this.
"
The expressions on the faces of the three people who heard this changed even more, and even showed a rare hesitation. The three of them thought about it again and again, and then Tao Lingdong sighed and spoke to Song Mu at this moment.
"The number one scholar in the Song Dynasty, this competition was the fault of my poetry sect."
"The loss of these two geniuses is also a loss for our poetry sect."
Song Mu frowned slightly when he heard this. Now he looked at the other party and said with some doubts.
"Then since the sage said that talented disciples will be lost in competitions, why do such bloody competitions still exist today, and scholars in the realm of talent can take off another person's arm in the competition?"
As soon as these words came out, the person next to him quickly spoke.
"Song Zhuangyuan, what we did was a helpless act. The poems of our ancestors praised freedom and freedom, but the current situation in the Wen Dynasty is like this. If the disciples all live such a life of freedom, how can we kill the demons?"
"To fight like that in that foreign land, you have to be fierce."
Song Mu was silent when he heard this. At this moment, he clenched his fists unconsciously, and his expression suddenly changed.
These remarks are actually just avoiding the important and taking the easy. Because external things are pressing, they can oppress their disciples in this way. The Tao Poetry Sect may have gone to an extreme.
However, Song Mu did not speak nonsense. At this moment, he just let out a deep breath, then looked at the three of them and said.
"What the sage said and what Mr. Wuliu praised for freedom and ease, Tao Shizong may also have helpless reasons, but in this case, condoning killing is not destroying human nature? Isn't it the opposite of Mr. Wuliu?"
When Tao Lingdong and the three of them heard this, their eyes widened suddenly. They looked at Song Mu in disbelief. One of them had a gloomy look on his face and was about to refute, but Song Mu suddenly raised his hand and said
.
"Sage, Song will take his leave now."
"However, at the beginning, the saint hoped that I would write a sentence on the pottery tablet, but today it is reckless."
Saying this, Song Mu immediately took out a page of paper, held an ink pen in his hand, and wrote quickly on the page.
After a while, the text was completed. Song Mu stood up and raised his hands to the three of them again, this time he said in a deep voice.
"Song Mu has learned a lot from this trip to the Poetry Sect. I would like to thank all the saints for answering their questions. Song will definitely try to figure out more about the things involved."
"If there is anything inappropriate in it, I hope all the saints will forgive it."
Everyone stood up one after another, and Song Muze quickly bowed out of the hall.
The three people who saw this situation paused one after another. However, Tao Lingdong picked up the paper and paused suddenly when he saw the words on it.
"Meet Brother Han."
The scholar next to him hurriedly stepped forward when he saw Tao Lingdong's expression, but when he also saw the words on the paper, he couldn't help but pause.
On the pure white paper, the straight words made of ink looked particularly dazzling.
"Thousands of years later, hundreds of articles have survived, and not a single word is unclear (true)."