I slay demons and demons with poetry

Just when the world began to change differently because of the vision driven by Song Mu, Song Mu in the white jade scroll had also reached the last moment.

The splendor in my heart, after being silent for an unknown number of 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 a lot of ambition in his chest, all coming out from the tip of the pen.

On the desk in front of him, there are already a lot of scrolls scattered at the moment, all of which are articles written by Song Mu, and there are so many of them that it is staggering.

"The world's majestic essays, from one to the end, the things described, the emotions expressed, all arise from everything..."

"As the saying goes, things have their roots and ends, and things have their beginnings and ends. If you know the sequence, you will get the shortest way..."

With a thought in Song Mu's mind, he couldn't help but write this sentence at this moment. This sentence comes from the first chapter of the traditional Confucian classic "Great Learning". At this moment, it fell on this article as if it was natural. Suddenly, he saw a sudden surge of literary power , Song Mu only felt that the light suddenly appeared in front of him.

This sentence has been read by heart, seen and written thousands of times, and Song Mu feels an incomparably fresh feeling when he reads it again.

Everything has its root and its end, everything has its end and its beginning, from root to end, from beginning to end.

This is the natural law of all things.

And being able to recognize this law and abide by this backward law, the Tao will naturally approach.

At this moment, Song Mu seemed to have truly understood his thoughts, and the bells rang in his mind at this moment.The bookstore in my mind has slowly unfolded, and countless golden words are gushing out from it.

But the next moment, Zhang Shengzhi's words that had been locked in Song Mu's mind seemed to have found a confidant at this moment, and a sentence of powerful sentences bloomed from it, rushing into the depths of Song Mu's mind, but it made Song Mu Mu is more clear-headed.

Thousands of proverbs are wandering in Song Mu's mind, and Song Mu seems to have become a part of it, wandering in this ocean of words at this moment, forgetting everything for a while.

The flowers were blooming in front of him, and Song Mu looked around, but saw that after wandering around in this space, these words suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and they came towards him one after another.

Song Mu didn't do anything, he opened his arms and waited for these powers to pour into his body, but the words stopped in front of Song Mu at the next moment, and then collapsed suddenly under Song Mu's gaze open.

The complex characters collapsed into individual strokes at this moment, arranged in a messy but orderly manner.

Song Mu was silent, standing in this piece of mind space at the moment, his face was extremely calm.

In the Library Pavilion, Song Mu, who was holding a pen and writing ink, also stopped at this moment, his eyes were slightly lowered, but he kept holding the pen, and there was no more movement.

Song Mu, who suddenly stopped at this moment, formed a strange tranquility with the scrolls all over the floor.

Outside the Zangshu Pavilion, the vision did not stop, but all of these came to a smooth place after a sudden rise, and there was no more turmoil.

Song Mu in his mind was looking back at these things in front of him at this moment. Although he was a little confused for a while, when he reached out to touch these strokes, there was a faint smile on his face.

"Back to Basics?"

"I think it's recreating Jinxiu."

After the words were finished, Song Mu stretched out his hand, holding a stroke with his fingertips, then stretched out his other hand to swing away a group of strokes, and pulled out another one.

After several times of fiddling, the three strokes were gathered together by Song Mu.

A "word" comes naturally.

But after Song Mu spelled out the word, it didn't spread out anymore, as if he had strong strength to maintain this situation.

Seeing this, Song Mu couldn't help laughing, as if there were thousands of silk threads in his hands, he plunged into the long river of strokes and drew characters one by one.

Countless words were suddenly combined, and each one was shining brightly at this moment. Song Mu walked in this place, as if he could do a job with ease, and in an instant, each word was formed suddenly.

Soon, when the combination of the words was completed, Song Mu was able to eject the force again, and each word, as if it had life, began to assemble by itself.

The countless combinations of words in my mind have become poems, magnificent chapters, earth-shattering stories, and calligraphy and paintings depicting the long river of human history.

It seems that all the articles, stories, poems and songs in this world are formed here at this moment.

But at this moment, Song Mu suddenly lost the casualness just now, with a serious face at the moment, sitting cross-legged.

The thousands of words seemed to be inspired, and they came one after another at this moment, but the moment they approached Song Mu, these words were broken again.

Only this time, these broken characters and strokes seem to be circulating around Song Mu in a very tight form.

The golden light flickered, but in an instant, the words stopped flowing, and Song Mu, who was sitting in his mind, was enveloped by an extremely huge word at this moment.

arts!
After the word was completed, Song Mu's fixed figure in the library pavilion suddenly moved, and then the ink on the tip of the pen suddenly became heavy, and it slashed straight across the scroll.

The pen in Song Mu's hand didn't stop, but the ink in the inkstone plate jumped into the swimming nib, and then imprinted deeply into the scroll.

The stroke is extremely long, but when the brush is paused, there is a flash of light above it.

Then the surrounding power suddenly rose and charged straight up.

Song Mu, however, was like a boulder in the lake, standing still at this moment, but falling again.

With one stroke across a dozen paper scrolls, the rising power around him was even more ferocious.

At the same time, outside the Zangshu Pavilion, the old village head and his party felt that their burdens were suddenly lightened, and they even suddenly felt that there was an undercurrent surging in their bodies.

Everyone didn't understand, but they saw that the beam of light in the sky was even more radiant, a burst of light rippling out, and suddenly seven colors were reflected on it.

"This...what the hell is this..."

Someone let out an exclamation, but Lin Xuewen who was sitting cross-legged on the side suddenly got up, his face was full of shock at this moment.

"This power is as powerful as mountains and seas. Who is he?"

Before the words fell, someone suddenly pointed to the sky and exclaimed.

"Look at the sky, the sun is setting!"

Everyone looked up after hearing the evil wind, and saw that blue light piercing the sky, and it fell with light at this moment.

And around the sun, there are also colorful colors flickering.

Everyone was terrified, but they suddenly heard a buzzing sound, and then a sound of reciting, solemn and sacred came from the front.

Everyone didn't know what to hear, but suddenly their eyes were blurred.

Some people squatted down with their heads in their hands, only to feel a splitting headache.Some people were stunned on the spot, and their mouths and noses were bleeding for a while.

Lin Xuewen also covered his head and sat down. The sound of recitation was like a sharp knife, which kept passing through the depths of his mind, and after passing, it was left behind.

It's an article.

Just thinking about it, it seems that this article has been read thousands of times.

The true meaning in it seems to be clear in an instant.

... (end of this chapter)