I slay demons and demons with poetry

The journey of Wen Dao is sometimes like the farthest and farthest stars in the sky.

Sometimes, it is like an ordinary thing that is close at hand and within reach.

But the reason lies in the kind of heart of the question, and in the way of writing in the heart.

It took Song Mu decades to finally understand this truth, and when this moment is really within reach, everything is like a foundation stone loosening under a dam, and the knowledge accumulated for countless years turns into a dragon of a flood, completely rushing away. All the shackles in front of you.

This is a state that Song Mu has never felt before.

The power was reflected on him, as if pouring in like an endless source, and then, he seemed to forget everything in this world, but in the next second, everything appeared as before.

As true as it is, the strength of Song Mu's body grew wildly at this moment.

Until that last heavy stroke fell on the roll of paper spread out under him in the Library Pavilion.

At this moment, Song Mu seemed to let out an extremely long mouthful of turbid air, and in front of him, on the messy scroll, a rough but extremely heroic text was undoubtedly revealed.

實！
Song Mu straightened up slowly. At this moment, the text in front of him seemed to emit a little bit of golden light, slowly swallowing the original ink of the text.

Then a golden light suddenly appeared, billowing energy rippling out from above like a torrent, Song Mu stood in the torrent of energy, but his gaze suddenly went up.

In the courtyard of Zangshu Pavilion, the bright light in the sky is already close at hand.

The radiance on it, the power of the star, seemed to be drawn at this moment, and came towards Song Mu.

Song Mu didn't even need to do anything. At this moment, Song Mu just closed his eyes and lowered his hands, and the power brought Song Mu into the air.

In the sky, the radiance of the core fragments of the star seemed to be even stronger, and the power of the star turned into ribbons, completely surrounding Song Mu in an instant.

At this moment, Song Muhu felt a change in the strength in his body.

As if there was some guidance, the literary power in Song Mu's body began to operate on its own at this moment, and the power of the star that day also surrounded Song Mu's body.

Song Mu didn't make any movements, but just let these forces flow freely in his body.

Song Mu only felt that his whole body was extremely warm, and that kind of cozy and comfortable feeling made him almost intoxicated.

Originally, it was extremely difficult to cross the realm, but now it seems that there is no shackles, and everything will come naturally.

After an unknown period of time, Song Mu only felt that although the power in his body was still circulating, there was no way for him to make any progress.

He wanted to boost this power, but the moment he touched it, Song Mu suddenly felt a loss in front of him.

I am in a void, and a thick fog is agitating in front of me.

Song Mu couldn't see clearly what was in the thick fog in front of him, he just looked around, and there was only one thing in this empty space.

The thick fog kept agitating and changing, but at the next moment, it condensed immediately, and Song Mu finally saw the situation in front of him clearly.

It was a human figure, although the face could not be seen clearly, but the cohesive appearance exuded a unique aura.

As gentle as a Confucian scholar, but as fierce as a general.

Song Mu didn't know, but the humanoid thick fog spoke.

"Woohoo, the old man has finally waited for such a person who seeks the way."

The voice was calm, but Song Mu suddenly opened his eyes wide when he heard it, and now he was staring at the thick fog, but he spoke.

"Your Excellency is..."

A faint voice came from the thick fog.

"Chuck."

"Chuck!"

"You are!"

When Song Mu heard this, he suddenly exclaimed, and immediately stood up, looking at the person in front of him in amazement.

Chuck, this is the most prestigious figure in the Wen Dynasty. This prosperous age of literati is the creator, and he is the leader of literati recognized by literati all over the world.

But Song Mu immediately showed confusion.

Because these people have already disappeared in the long river of history, and there are only his deeds in this world, but there is no news of him.

When I was promoted today, I saw this character here...

The dense fog in front of him seemed to have sensed the change in Song Mu's expression, so he just smiled and said.

"I know what you're thinking, and I'll tell you later."

"This is just a piece of strength I left behind, which was awakened because of your previous article."

"I'm not a demon on your path of cultivation, but I think my appearance will definitely benefit your path of literature and Taoism."

Chuck's voice was calm, as if he had anticipated this day a long time ago.

The doubt in Song Mu's eyes still remained, but he didn't sense the other party's malice, so he just cupped his hands and asked in a deep voice.

"Then I don't know Zhang Sheng... what do you want to say to me?"

"Or tell the younger generation something?"

Chuck just stroked his beard, and the thick fog seemed to surge at this moment, and his voice then passed into Song Mu's ears.

"The old man has only seen the hardships of writing. The journey of writing is like climbing a ladder. If you go up to the peak, you will have to face some choices that you may never have made before."

After the voice fell, I only saw Chuck's finger, and a little thick fog left, and then it kept changing, and a picture was reflected in it.

Song Mu looked at the picture and was also startled at the moment.

In the picture is Song Mu's wife, Gu Qingqing.

She was sitting on her knees in the room, holding a book in her hand, reading it calmly.

Song Mu practiced in this foreign land and hadn't seen Gu Qingqing for many years. Although the flow of time in the foreign land was different from that outside, Song Mu still saw the new wrinkles on Gu Qingqing's face.

She was even older, but her eyesight was still clear.

"Zhang Sheng, this is..."

Chuck was silent, stretched out his hand, and changed again in the thick fog. It was Song Huaitong and Song Chengming who had entered middle age. They were all in different places in other places, contributing to the Wen Dynasty.

This is their face, and a bit of aging can be seen.

As the pictures flowed, the old Song Liangda was dying of illness, and those familiar faces seemed to be a little bit old-fashioned.

Song Mu already understood Chuck's meaning, and his voice sounded at this moment.

"Later, this is the most common question."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can avoid it. It's just that after decades of this, there are no such people around me who I have been with since I was young, and the endless loneliness comes from this."

"How about you?"

The last four words rang in Song Mu's ears like the sound of a bell.

For the strong, this is just an extremely simple question. The strong say, cut off the lust and the worldly world, and from then on, only seek the literary way, not be that mortal.

But when it comes time for a person to make a decision, all this is extremely difficult.

Throughout Song Mu's life, there have been hardships, but there are also relatives and friends, and his life has been considered extremely complete.

The end of Wen Dao's journey is bound to be loneliness. Song Mu was prepared in his heart, but he didn't think it would come so soon.

The years are long, and maybe there will be a time to accept all this.

It's just that Song Mu didn't understand at this moment, whether what Chuck said was to help him cut off all this, or had other intentions.

Chuck seemed to see Song Mu's confusion at the moment, but he smiled in relief, and suddenly said softly.

"This may not be a choice, later generations."

"It's just that I want to hear your answer."

"The so-called semi-holy state is close to the holy and not holy. We are human beings after all."

"The pinnacle of literature and dao, do you want people, or saints?"

... (end of this chapter)