Just when the world began to undergo different changes due to the vision caused by Song Mu, Song Mu in the white jade scroll had also reached the last moment.
The beauty in my heart, after being silent for who knows how many years, finally burst out from my chest again.
At this moment, Song Mu seemed to have regained the feeling he had in the examination room when he was young, splashing ink with countless ambitions in his mind, all coming out from the tip of the pen.
There are many scrolls scattered on the desk in front of you. On them are all articles written by Song Mu. There are so many articles written by Song Mu that it is staggering.
"The great writings in the world start from one to the end. The things described and the emotions expressed are all caused by everything..."
"As the saying goes, everything has its beginning and end, and everything has its end. If you know what comes first, you will get the shortcut..."
Song Mu's mind moved, and he couldn't help but drop this sentence. This sentence came from the first chapter of the traditional Confucian classic "The Great Learning". At this moment, it fell on this article as if it was natural. For a moment, he saw a sudden surge of literary power.
, Song Mu felt a light suddenly appear in front of him.
He had read this sentence by heart, read it thousands of times, and written it thousands of times. When he looked at it again, Song Mu actually felt that it felt extremely fresh.
Counterattack Everything has its roots and ends, and everything has its ending and beginning, from the roots to the ends, and from the beginning to the end.
This is the natural law of all things.
When everyone heard that it was clear, their eyes suddenly became confused.
These thousands of words seemed to be inspired, and they came one after another at this moment, but at the moment when they were approaching Qin Shi, those words fell into pieces again.
Everyone was aware of it, but they saw that the light beam in the sky was even brighter. A burst of light rippled out, and suddenly a colorful color was reflected under it, and the light was overflowing, which made people feel overwhelmed.
When Song Mu saw this, he couldn't help but laugh. At this moment, it was as if there were thousands of threads in his hand, and he reached into the long river of strokes and pulled up the characters one by one.
But at the last moment, Zhang Shengzhi's words, which had been locked in Song Mu's mind, seemed to have found a confidant at that moment. Every eloquent sentence burst out from it and rushed into the depths of Song Mu's mind, which made Song Mu understand.
Mu is even more confused.
The stroke is extremely long, but when the stroke is paused, a light flashes underneath it.
"Then...what exactly is that..."
After hearing this, everyone raised their heads and saw this blue light piercing the sky, falling with light at this moment.
A "word" is completely natural.
Everyone was panic-stricken, but suddenly they heard a buzzing sound, and the solemn and sacred sound of reciting from the front came from behind.
Countless words were suddenly combined, and each one was shining brightly at this moment. Song Mu was walking in the scene, as if he was at ease, and in an instant, each word was suddenly formed.
Lin Xuewen also sat down with his head covered. The sound of reciting was like a sharp blade, which was cut through in the depths of his mind, but left behind before it was cut.
Song Mu, however, was like a huge boulder in the lake, not moving at this moment, but putting a stroke on it again.
And around the sun, there is also no color flickering.
"You think it's time to recreate the splendor."
In the library pavilion, Qin Shi, who was holding a pen and writing ink, stopped at that moment, his eyes slightly lowered, but he kept holding the pen, and there was no further movement.
Then the power in the surrounding area suddenly rose, and it shot straight up.
Only that time, those fragmented words and strokes seemed to be flowing around Song Mu in a very tight manner.
As he finished speaking, Song Mu stretched out his hand, holding a stroke with his fingertips, then stretched out his other hand to spread the strokes, and pulled out another one.
"That power is as strong as mountains and seas. Who am I?"
After several fiddles, the eight strokes were put together by Song Mu.
The golden light flashed, and in just a moment, the words circulated again, and Song Mu, who was sitting in his mind, was not enveloped by a huge and small word at this moment.
Before the words could be said, no one suddenly pointed at the world and exclaimed.
In the Library Pavilion, the vision did not stop, but everything came to a smooth place before suddenly rising, and there was another turmoil.
Song Mu didn't do anything. He opened his arms and waited for the power to flow into his body. But the words stopped in front of Song Mu at the last moment, and then fell into Tan Shi's eyes.
, suddenly collapsed.
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"Back to Basics?"
But if you can recognize this law and abide by this backward law, the Tao will naturally approach you.
No one squatted down with their heads in their hands, only to feel a splitting headache. No one stayed on the spot, and their mouths and noses were bleeding for a while.
As soon as the word was completed, Qin Shidong's figure in the library suddenly moved, and the tip of his pen suddenly made a heavy ink mark, straight across the scroll.
In his mind, Qin Shi was looking back at the things behind him. Although he was not confused for a moment, when he reached out to touch the strokes, a faint smile appeared on his face.
At the same time, in the library, the old village chief and his party felt that the burden beneath them suddenly became heavier, and they even suddenly felt that there was an undercurrent surging within their bodies.
The simple words collapsed into strokes at this moment, arranged messily and disorderly around them.
Song Mu was silent, standing in the mind space at this moment, his expression was quite intense.
But at this moment, Song Mu suddenly became as casual as before. He looked serious and sat cross-legged.
One stroke passed through more than a dozen scrolls of paper, and the power rising around him became even more fierce.
The countless combinations of words in my mind have turned into poems, beautiful chapters, earth-shattering stories, and pieces of writing and calligraphy that draw the long course of human history.
There were flowers blooming behind his eyes. Song Mu's eyes moved around, but he saw those words wandering around in the space. At this moment, they suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and they all came towards him.
"Look at the world, the sun is setting!"
Song Mu, who suddenly froze at this moment, formed a strange tranquility with the scrolls on the ground.
arts!
The true meaning of this seemed to be instantly clear.
I just thought about it, as if I haven't read the article a thousand times yet.
At this moment, Song Mu seemed to have truly understood his thoughts. At this moment, the bells in his mind were ringing. The bookstore in his mind was rapidly opening, and countless golden words were slowly pouring out from it.
But before Qin Shi spelled out the word, it spread out again, as if there was no solid strength to allow it to maintain that situation.
No one uttered an exclamation, but Lin Xuewen, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, suddenly stood up, his face full of shock at this moment.
Thousands of maxims were running through Song Mu's mind, and Song Mu seemed to be becoming one of them, wandering in the ocean of words, forgetting everything for a moment.
Very slowly, when the combination of words was completed, Song Mu's power popped up again. The words seemed to have lost their life and were combined by themselves.
The pen in Qin Shi's hand did not stop, but the ink in the inkstone jumped into the moving pen tip and was deeply imprinted into the paper.
It's as if the articles, stories, poems and songs that don't exist in the world are all created here at this moment.