As soon as the literary spirit entered his body, Song Mu immediately felt happy.
Because this literary spirit is more intense and very pure.
This poem is only a bit more talented than the "Moss" I wrote before, but it is absolutely impossible to have such pure literary spirit.
The only explanation is that this is the result of Ouyang Hong's operation just now.
Song Mu, who closed his eyes to accept the literary spirit, felt that the ancient books in his mind were shaking, and this poem appeared on the pages of the ancient books again.
Auxiliary war poems, five battles of talents.
An explanation appeared on the page, and Song Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This Qingming poem is indeed good, and I believe it will be a good help in the future.
I don't know how long it took, but when the literary spirit was completely absorbed by the ancient book, Song Mu slowly opened his eyes. In front of him, Jin Changwu and Ouyang Hong were looking at his poems and talking about something.
But in front of the table, Naruho had turned into a piece of stone sculpture, completely lifeless.
"Yes, you absorb literary energy much faster than others. I have given you the last trace of Lu Bie's pure literary energy. How do you feel now?"
When Ouyang Hong saw Song Mu open his eyes, he immediately asked.
Song Mu smiled and nodded: "The student just feels that his whole body is about to be filled with literary energy."
"Haha, there's no need to worry. Read more classics, write more articles, and settle in these days. I believe you will be pleasantly surprised when the time comes for the college exam!"
Jin Changwu also nodded immediately, but pointed at the poem in front of him and said.
"This poem is quite Zen-like, and it has some connections with Buddhism. Song Mu, you have a very wide range of interests."
Song Mu quickly said modestly.
"Song Mu didn't dare. It's just that the elders in the family had also eaten fast and chanted Buddha's name. They were influenced by it and made it based on their childhood memories."
It is true that some people in the Song family used to eat fast and chant Buddha's name, but Song Mu just added fuel to the fire and made an excuse for himself.
Moreover, Song Mu also discovered that the decline of Buddhism in this world was severe. Buddhism still inherited the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. The original Master Shenxiu and Master Huineng did not exist.
In this way, Song Mucai wrote this Zen poem.
Jin Changwu and Ouyang Hong also nodded immediately, apparently having no objections to this.
This talented Qingming poem was naturally included in the Dengwen Pavilion, and will be shared with the world in the Dengwen Pavilion. Song Mu has only been in this world for less than half a month, and he has two poems that can be sung all over the world.
, has achieved achievements that may be difficult for others to achieve in their lifetime.
After the matter in the dungeon was over, Song Mu was escorted out of the dungeon. When Jin Changwu returned outside and watched Song Mu leave, his expression suddenly sank.
At the same time, several county government officials summoned by Jin Changwu also arrived, and Jin Changwu told them a surprising thing.
There are demons trying to overthrow Shiyang County, demonize the people, and use this to sweep the entire Jizhou Prefecture.
This extremely shocking news was naturally collected by Ouyang Hong from Na Lujue's mind, but he was unable to get any closer and could only search for a specific time.
August.
This time is near.
A shocking conspiracy unexpectedly surfaced under the influence of a poem by Song Mu.
But Song Mu didn't know that he had unintentionally stirred up the storm in Shiyang County again.
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When Song Mu came down from the north city wall, the sky had already darkened. Two officials escorted Song Mu all the way to the entrance of the alley. Then Song Mu went in alone and returned to his ancestral home.
The second uncle had come back and was helping the second aunt light the fire in the kitchen. Hearing the sound of Song Mu pushing the door open and entering the courtyard, he stood up and walked out.
"Brother Mu, you are back, where have you been?"
Song Liangda asked softly, his nephew had been doing a lot of good things for him in the past two days. Even he was working as a coolie on the city wall, but today he was taken care of and only had to do the work of arranging the transportation of materials.
Ever since this nephew came back from Yanggang, he seemed to have completely enlightened himself. Not only did he write better articles and poems, but he also became more fluent in his behavior.
So now Song Liangda is extremely satisfied when he looks at his nephew.
Song Mu and Song Liangda briefly said that they were summoned by the county magistrate today to explain what happened last night, and they did not mention everything in the dungeon.
Song Liangda looked a little scared when he heard this. He was so happy yesterday and drank too much wine that he couldn't even remember what happened after getting on the carriage.
It was only today at the construction site that I heard others talking about the changes in troops and horses in the city last night. It seemed that some trouble had occurred. Only then did Song Liangda realize that this matter was related to him.
"It'll be fine if nothing happens. It'll be fine if nothing happens. Now let's be careful in everything, but we must not let anything happen again."
Song Liangda sighed and said, and also pulled Song Mu into the house. In the main room, Mrs. Zhu and Yaya had already set up tables, chairs and food, and were waiting to eat.
This is the most heartwarming moment for the Song family. No matter how late it is every day, as long as there is no notice in advance, they will wait for the whole family to arrive before eating.
Song Mu sat down, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and put the full meal into the bowl.
Song Liangda and Zhu's love for Song Mu was beyond words.
"No, Auntie, let's eat these together and give them to Yaya."
Song Mu was moved and quickly stopped the two of them from picking up vegetables for him. Instead, he stretched out his chopsticks and put some vegetables into the bowls of all three of them.
"Okay, okay, Xiao Mu, you don't have to worry. Now my second uncle has got a job that pays well. Let's not talk about popular and spicy food. It will be no problem to fill our stomachs."
Song Liangda looked at his sensible nephew and wiped his eyes and said.
Yaya, who was eating, shook her legs and looked at her father with a smile.
"Daddy is so embarrassed that he sheds tears."
Mrs. Zhu was also a little emotional. Song Mu comforted her a few words and hurriedly greeted her for dinner, looking like a harmonious family.
After dinner, Song Mu fetched a bucket of water and went to the room to wash up as usual.
It has not yet entered autumn, and the weather is still a bit hot. Song Mu wears a thin robe every day, and is still sweating profusely. The smell of sweat on his body is naturally a bit strong.
So after his condition improved, Song Mu insisted on taking a bath every day and washing all his clothes himself.
The second uncle kept asking Zhu to do these things, but Song Mu declined.
Song Mu, who has been independent since childhood, has developed a habit of doing these things.
After drying the clothes, Song Mu returned to the room, carefully lit the oil lamp, took out his book, spread out his pen and ink, and began to think about the question Sun Xiucai gave him today.
After all, writing is still an important factor in success.
Only by writing good articles can you be able to do well in college examinations, and only when you gather your literary power can things come naturally.
Song Mu stayed up all night to fight, scrapping a few pieces of bamboo paper in distress, and finally wrote a satisfactory answer.
When he got up to go to the bathroom, Song Mu looked at the sky above his head. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. It was already late at night.
While reading like this, Song Mu had not felt anything like this for several years.
Now I still feel a little emotional.
"Only when you have endured hardship can you become a master." Song Mu murmured, drained the water, and turned back to the house.
Song Mu who lay down did not really fall asleep, but opened the ancient book in his mind and started another practice.
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