I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 936 Finale Part

A few days after the red star hung in the sky, all parts of the Wen Dynasty received three imperial decrees, which were announced to the world.

First, the Wen Dynasty changed the reign title to Changwen, the empress selected royal descendants to be trained in the imperial city, and specially opened an imperial examination to recruit scholars.

Secondly, the four seas were opened up to allow for maritime trade and territorial expansion, and corvée and taxes were exempted for three years. Those who made great contributions in this regard would be granted titles.

Third, the Wen Dynasty's Poetry and Ci sects will henceforth be under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites of the imperial court, and will be given separate sect names. The selection of disciples must first be accepted by the imperial court.

During the years when the stars twinkled, countless changes took place in the Wen Dynasty.

The Wen Dynasty, which had lost the power of the stars, seemed to have swept away the haze of hundreds of years. The new orders of the Wen Dynasty allowed the human race in the world to dare to look up at this world.

In the Wen Dynasty, the former Song family's poetry sect was given the name of Nian Sect because of its telekinesis. In just over ten years, it relied on its telekinesis to become the only top sect in the world.

The power of the stars brought glory to the human race, and telekinesis, in this age when the power of the stars was lost, once again brought new opportunities for prosperity to the human race.

Wenchao is moving towards a new era with a brand new attitude...

On the western road of Jiangnan, in the Gan River outside Shiyang County, the water was flowing gently, the crescent moon was in the sky, and on the sandbar in the river, a man was coming.

"I didn't expect that I could see Your Majesty today, but I am sorry that I failed to welcome you from afar due to my inconvenience in walking."

In the center of the sandbar is a small lake, and at this moment, there is a small boat floating on the lake.

An old man was half-leaning on the boat, with the teapot in front of him boiling and the aroma of tea filling the air, looking very comfortable.

This old man was Song Mu.

However, without the blessing of the power of the stars, he is now already very old.

On the shore, Li Moer, who also had some gray hair on his temples, was standing on one side of the shore. He just raised his head and said.

"I heard that your wife passed away a few days ago, but I was unable to come to pay my respects in time. I hope that Lord Song will not blame me."

Song Mu just put down the teacup and didn't say anything at this moment, but he saw a child riding a small boat on the side of the lake and now stopped next to Li Moer.

"Your Majesty, please have a chat in the lake."

The child's voice was crisp. Li Moer took a quick glance and saw that the seven or eight-year-old kid was somewhat similar to Song Mu when he was young. So he thought he was just a descendant of the Song family and stepped onto the boat.

The lake reflected the night scene, and the two boats were leaning against each other. Song Mu immediately handed over a cup of tea, then coughed lightly a few times and spoke slowly.

"It doesn't matter. She has never pursued fame or fortune. In this life, I will accompany her until the last moment, which can be considered a perfect ending."

Song Mu said this, but his face seemed to have become even older at this moment.

Li Moer stood on the boat holding a cup of tea, looking at Song Mu in silence for a moment.

"Your Majesty, you came here today to ask me more than just this, right?"

Li Moer looked up, and Song Mu just said calmly.

"Ever since the Poetry Sect and the Ci Sect were brought under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, this Nian Sect has long shared the same years with the Wen Dynasty."

"Your Majesty, there is no need to say more. The prince will eventually succeed me as the lord of the clan."

Song Mu said so, and the prince he was talking about was Li Dong's eldest son. Because he grew up in the Song family's poetry school and practiced mind power, his supernatural powers had long been extraordinary.

However, the Song family has gone through two generations, Song Mu, Song Chengtong, and Song Huaiming, but there has never been any outstanding younger generation.

However, as long as the saint Song Mu is still alive, people in the world still respect the Song family.

But that day Gu Qingqing passed away, and Song Mu vomited blood in court, saying that he would not live long, but this caused turmoil in the world again.

Later, it was rumored that Song Mu handed over the position of the leader of the Song Wenzong clan to a wise man in the clan, but it was never made public, causing much speculation among the world.

"Song Aiqing selected the virtuous and capable, which is the tradition left by the ancient sages, but Song Aiqing was unwilling to make it public himself, so..."

Li Moer spoke, frowning slightly at this moment.

"Your Majesty, are there so many things in this world that can be held for a long time just by relying on the support of elders?"

"The prince is extremely powerful, and he is also impressive enough to convince everyone in this sect."

"If Your Majesty is only here for this matter, then Song will not stay any longer."

When Li Moer heard this, she immediately shook her head.

"I'm not here today for these trivial matters. Life is only a hundred years long, and I have no intention of worrying about the afterlife." After hearing this, Song Mu seemed to finally come to life and looked at the other party.

"Then I wonder why Your Majesty came here today?"

"It's a chat with an old friend, or maybe it's also a farewell."

Li Moer sat down in her own boat. The two boats were adjacent to each other, but Song Mu was facing her. Hearing these words, he paused holding the teacup in his hand, and then smiled.

"Farewell, indeed."

When Song Mu said this, his aura seemed to become even weaker.

Li Moer did sigh in her heart. That day, Song Mu rescued everyone from a high altitude, but it completely exhausted all of Song Mu's energy.

Even though all the best medicines in the world have been used over the years, they have only allowed this saint to live a few more years.

Li Moer calculated carefully and found that Song Mu was exactly 100 years old today, but in these 100 years, he had experienced the most extraordinary 100 years in the Wen Dynasty.

With the passing of Gu Qingqing, the old man no longer has anything to worry about.

As he spoke, Song Mu smiled and looked up at the sky.

There were stars all over the sky, and in the far distance, a little red light could be vaguely seen.

Song Mu lay on his back in the boat and suddenly poured the tea in the cup into the lake.

"Today the crescent moon is high in the sky and the stars are shining brightly. It has been a long time since I felt poetic."

As Song Mu said this, Li Moer put down the teacup in her hand, but saw that the little boy had already set up a square table for Song Mu, and then spread out paper and ink.

Song Mu took out a pen from his arms, then looked at Li Moer and said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, do you have any insights into this life?"

"not regret."

"Good, good one for not regretting."

Song Mu nodded, then looked up at the sky. At that moment, his mind moved and he began to write.

Li Moer was sitting on one side, but he didn't see what poems the other party wrote.

Just a moment later, Song Mu put down the brush, picked up the paper, and waited for the ink to dry.

"Your Majesty, throughout my life, Song has probably lived up to what is said in the Great Learning: I am upright in my conduct, my words, and my actions."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm in another world. It's not amazing, but it's not a wasted trip."

Having said this, Song Mu rolled up the poem in his hand and handed it to Li Moer.

Li Moer took it and was about to open it to check, but she heard Song Mu suddenly sigh.

"Your Majesty, take care from now on."

"I am going to look for my original life now, old man."

As he spoke, Li Moer saw a flash of white light in front of him, and the next moment he saw a ray of light shooting straight into the sky.

The light cut through the night sky, reflecting the crescent moon and stars, but went straight towards the red light in the sky.

Countless people looked up to see this wonderful sight. Li Moer was also stunned. After a moment, he turned around and found that he had been sitting on a reef by the lake without knowing when.

The lake was calm, with only a boat floating on it. Steam was rising from the teapot, but there was no trace of Song Mu.

And that boat and that little boy seemed as if they had never appeared.

Li Moer lowered her eyes again and saw a teacup beside her, and in her hand was the paper roll that Song Mu had just handed to her.

Li Moer slowly opened it and saw a poem on it.

"The west wind blew the old Dongting waves, and Mr. Xiang's hair turned white all night long."

"When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars."

(End of book)