Chapter 863: Nostalgia for the past in the chaotic night
When the voice came into the courtyard, Song Mu had already strode forward. The servants around him all started to pause when they heard what Song Mu said.
But deep in the courtyard, there was a sound immediately, and Song Mu heard a somewhat labored cry.
"But Jing Zhao?"
"Is Jing Zhao back?"
When Song Mu heard this, his face showed emotion at the moment. He quickened his pace and appeared in the backyard the next moment.
In the pavilion in the backyard, an octogenarian man was lying on a wooden bed, with white gauze hanging around him. The breeze was blowing, and combined with the shade of the trees, it was quite clean and cool.
The old man was struggling to get up. The two servants around him put down the things in their hands to help him, but they never thought that a hand would come next.
"uncle!"
Song Mu opened his mouth and said, looking at Song Liangda who was already gray-faced and frowning, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.
I recall that back then, my second uncle was waiting day and night, but now, he has long lost his former energy.
Song Liangda heard Song Mu's voice, and at this moment he tried his best to open his eyes. Song Mu's appearance was reflected in his cloudy eyes, and he couldn't help but be excited for a moment.
The next moment, Song Liangda coughed violently, causing Song Mu and others to tense up.
Song Mu quickly helped Song Liangda lie down again, and released another gentle burst of force to help Song Liangda soothe the rising blood.
"Jing Zhao, it'll be good if you come back."
Song Liangda held Song Mu's hand tightly, and there was a bit of expectation in his eyes at this moment.
When Song Mu left to realize Taoism, he naturally explained the situation to his closest second uncle.
However, due to the situation at that time, Song Mu didn't know whether he would ever come out of seclusion. Even after he got out of seclusion, things might have changed in the world.
It was almost a farewell.
Now that they could meet again, Song Liangda was naturally very excited. When his eyes glanced over, Song Mu also nodded slowly and said.
"Uncle, my nephew has not insulted my ancestors of the Song family. This time he has achieved enlightenment."
After hearing this, Song Liangda was obviously a little more excited. Song Mu quickly said that he had gone to pay homage to his ancestors and had just come to see him this time. Song Liangda finally exhaled and nodded.
"Okay, okay Jingzhao, this... this is the long-cherished wish of my Song family that has not been fulfilled for more than ten generations."
Song Liangda looked at Song Mu and kept saying "good". At that moment, his appetite was so great that he actually asked for lotus seed soup.
Song Mu stayed at Song Liangda's place for a quarter of an hour. The uncle and nephew talked about some past events and lamented that Song Mu's aunt Zhu could not see Song Mu today, so they went back to the room to rest.
Song Mu stood in the courtyard, feeling a little stunned.
This time Song Mu came, firstly to share the good news with Song Liangda, and secondly, to prepare to inform Song Liangda about his upcoming war for the Wen Dynasty.
Song Mu didn't think Song Liangda would have any objections to his decision. It was more like a younger member of the family talking to his elders.
But Song Liangda's attitude was as if no one else in the world would comment except Song Mu'an.
For a moment, Song Mu felt relieved. Song Liangda never talked too much about his own affairs. He just cared about Song Mu's food, clothing, and warmth like his parents.
Song Mu has been the only one in the Song family for more than ten generations, and the things he decides are beyond the imagination of others.
Perhaps what I should do is to tell him that I am safe every time I come back from an outing.
Song Mu was immediately relieved and walked out of the courtyard. At the entrance of the alley, there was still a sea of people.
I don't know who said, "The saint has come out." Everyone who was waiting looked at him. The county magistrate who was leading him was also moved. He looked at Yan Daru, who was standing with his beard stroking his beard, and lowered his head.
When Song Mu walked to the entrance of the alley, he knelt with everyone, exchanged a few words with Yan Fu, and then wanted to go to the sect. The county magistrate looked anxious, but saw Song Mu and Yan Fu chatting happily, and then
Don't dare to rush forward rashly.
But Yan Fu immediately interrupted Song Mu's topic, laughed a few times, and then spoke.
"Sect Master, the sect is naturally brand new today and should be extraordinary. However, before we go to the sect, there is one more thing that I think the sect master should do."
Song Mu looked up and saw Yan Fu looking sideways slightly. The county magistrate next to him had already taken two steps forward and bowed to him again.
"Sage, I have a request, which is..."
"This is for the benefit of the people of Shiyang."
When the Shiyang County Magistrate said this, he was quite nervous at the moment, but his eyes saw Song Mu's natural expression.
"But I don't know what you are talking about..."
Song Mu asked, and the county magistrate quickly said respectfully again.
"Back to the saint, today the saint returned to his hometown with great honor, and once again brought glory to the Song family and the Song family of poetry in Shiyang. It suddenly occurred to me that there was also a great Confucian who wrote pen on the wall of Shiyang County."
On the city wall, there is naturally an article written by Song Wenrong, the ancestor of Song Mu.
When Song Wenrong wrote an article, he was able to eliminate a disaster and protect a city with his remaining power. This was the power of a great Confucian.
And now, a saint has also appeared in Shiyang County.
When many people heard the county magistrate's suggestion, they all looked at Song Mu.
Although today's Shiyang County is located not far from the Song Ci clan, and with such protection, there is no need to worry about disaster, but no one would think there is anything wrong with letting Song Mu write another article on this wall.
Moreover, the literati in front of me is famous all over the world for his poems and essays, which are often of benefit to the people.
Everyone also wants to watch Song Mu put pen to paper and leave a poem here that will be famous throughout the ages.
"Please write a letter from a saint!"
Suddenly a young scholar shouted, and many people also followed suit, with much excitement in his words.
The county magistrate paused, feeling that it was inappropriate for everyone to act like this, but he suddenly saw Song Mu smile, and then nodded slowly.
"It's hard to refuse the kindness of the elders, so Mr. Song has made a fool of himself."
Saying this, everyone cheered and everyone made a way for them. Song Mu did not fly up again, but raised his hands and walked slowly away.
After a while, Song Mu climbed onto the tower. On the bronze stele in front of him, there were detailed words. Song Mu stopped to look at it, and for a moment he was deeply moved.
It seems that at this moment, I can also recall the situation when Song Wenrong was writing here.
And in Song Mu's mind, that turbulent night slowly emerged, the shadow that left a deep mark on his heart.
Song Mu suddenly felt something in his heart, and while others were already preparing pens, inks, paper and inkstones, Song Mu suddenly stretched out his hand, and with the power of writing in his hand, a huge stone suddenly formed.
Such a creation out of thin air surprised everyone, but they saw Song Mu's right hand flashing with light, and he looked at everyone and said.
"Song is in today's situation because of the blessings of his ancestors, and he did not dare to show off in front of his ancestors' articles."
"Today, let's put this lyric work approved by our ancestors here."
Everyone's eyes widened, and they saw Song Mu waving his fingers, and his words were sharp, and the words on the huge stone were suddenly scattered.
But in the blink of an eye, a poem has been written on this huge stone.
But when Song Mu withdrew his literary power, the aura of gold and iron suddenly flashed on the boulder, and the light flashed on it, making the boulder extremely hard.
Everyone looked around and saw that what was carved on the boulder was written by Song Mu himself.
"Learning to Reminisce about the Past in Luanye County in Shiyang City"!