Tao Fengming looked at the situation outside the village and chuckled lightly at this moment, but he looked directly at the demon clan member and said in a deep voice.
"Since you have given Tao Fengming face to me today, let's let the matter rest in peace."
Saying this, Tao Fengming waved his hands silently, and everyone looked at each other, and then took their breath away.
Song Mu had already arrived in front of Tao Fengming. He quickly checked Tao Fengming's condition and found that his breathing was stable and his face was rosy. He seemed to have improved a lot, and he suddenly felt relieved.
I just felt that the words spoken by the two demon kings were really harsh, which made Song Mu still feel gloomy.
Liu Jue also fell in love with Tao Fengming, and he and Tao Fengming cupped their hands without saying a word.
As for the Silver Wolf and the Imperial Belt Demon Lord, they were standing in the street at the moment, looking at Tao Fengming from a distance.
The villagers looked timidly at the two monsters that had turned into humans outside. At this moment, they were also extremely surprised in their hearts, and then they all looked at Tao Fengming.
"You are here not just to see me die, right?"
The two demons were silent, and after a moment, the demon king with the emperor spoke.
"The king said that he wants you to have clues about the Seven Soul Flower."
The silver wolf also jumped out suddenly and looked at Tao Fengming and said.
"My king also said that this Seven Soul Flower comes from my hometown of Loulan. Huangfu Fengming, you know the clues."
As he said that, he glanced sideways at the Imperial Belt Demon Lord next to him, seeming to have some fear on his face.
After hearing this, Song Mu and Liu Jue suddenly looked at Tao Fengming, with a bit of disbelief in their eyes at this moment.
This Seven Soul Flower has a great reputation in this world and is widely spread.
The Seven Soul Flower, the flesh and bones of living and dead people, is a rare treasure in this world. It is said that it was born because it clung to a literary star and absorbed the huge life force around it.
At the beginning of the birth of the Wen Dynasty, there was such a legend, which was coveted by countless powerful people.
When Tao Fengming told Song Mu his story, he explained that he went to the northwest to look for the Seven Soul Flower, and then fell into a trap.
But he didn't expect that Tao Fengming actually knew the whereabouts of the Seven Soul Flower.
And it seems that even the demon clan knows that he knows what's going on.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Tao Fengming's face at this time, but Tao Fengming just smiled faintly and waved his hands slightly.
"If I knew, why would I be here today?"
This sentence made everyone lower their eyes slightly, but the demon king with the emperor's belt was unwilling to give up. At this moment, he just said in a deep voice.
"The king said you knew, because you were the only one who got there."
Tao Fengming didn't speak, just nodded in understanding, looked at the other person and said in a deep voice.
"It's okay to tell you that it's the place where the nine stars fall. It's not in Loulan, it's underground in the center of a flat desert."
Both demons looked surprised, but when they saw Tao Fengming turned around and walked towards the village.
"It's just that the Seven Soul Flower has withered. Otherwise, why would it be like this?"
Everyone looked up suddenly, but their last hopes were dispelled by these words. Looking at Tao Fengming's rickety figure, they seemed to finally accept this statement.
Song Mu hurriedly stepped forward to help Tao Fengming. The villagers in the village stood around, all silent at the moment, just looking at Song Mu and Tao Fengming.
Although they were shocked by the shocking scene where these big men took action outside, what they were even more shocked at this moment was that the young scholar in front of them was actually the famous number one scholar of the Wen Dynasty.
It turned out that the person who had been hiding here turned out to be the number one scholar of Song Dynasty.
Song Huaitong had also run out of the courtyard at this moment, walked timidly to Song Mu's side, stretched out his hand to hold the corner of Song Mu's clothes, then looked up at Song Mu with fear, and asked softly.
"Dad, are you finished?"
Song Mu didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to touch his head, and the sad expression on his face temporarily dissipated.
Looking back, the two monsters were still standing in the field and had not left. It was still raining, but it seemed that there was already a bit of dawn.
Song Mu felt a bit heavy in his heart. He looked at Tao Fengming who was stumbling next to him and had mixed feelings in his heart at this moment.
It was as if it was time to leave, but Song Mu didn't know how to face it. After venting his anger, a trace of fear spread in Song Mu's heart.
Tao Fengming returned to the courtyard with Song Mu's support. He did not go back to the house at the moment, insisting on resting in the courtyard.
The surrounding villagers also came in quickly to set up tables and chairs.
Tao Fengming sat down and seemed to be looking pretty good. At this moment, he asked Song Mu for a pen and ink, spread out the paper on the table, picked up the pen and started writing.
Paragraphs of paper were written out. Song Mu stood aside and looked at them. He saw that they were all poems. Tao Fengming looked attentive at this moment.
It seems that the crisis has been lifted and his condition has recovered. At this moment, Tao Fengming has some strength and elegance.
Song Mu breathed a sigh of relief, but also stood on one side and watched Tao Fengming write continuously.
Tao Fengming just kept writing at this moment, as if he wanted to write down everything in his mind.
While writing, he could still communicate a few words with others, and even wrote something, rolled it up and put it in Song Huaitong's hands.
The villagers all gathered in the small courtyard. Uncle Lao Niu, Chu Xiucai and the village chief all looked at Tao Fengming with worried expressions.
Song Mu also stood nearby with his fists clenched white.
The fact that Tao Fengming, who just couldn't walk on the bed, was in such a state and still acted like this can only mean that he has returned to his former glory.
All this is true as the monster said, Tao Fengming's time is running out.
Song Mu only felt that his heart was bleeding, and his heart was in confusion at this moment.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was a bit dull, but Tao Fengming was unhappy when he saw this situation. After finally forcing everyone to smile, he shook his head and continued writing.
By the time there was a stack of papers on the table in front of Tao Fengming, it was dawn and the weather was suddenly brighter.
Today is a long-lost sunny day.
The breeze blows, taking away the sultry heat of summer after the rain, making people feel very comfortable.
The forest in the distance was blown by the wind, and occasionally a few drops of water fell from the leaves in the courtyard.
Everything is so peaceful and comfortable.
If it were an ordinary day, I would definitely have a leisurely time and enjoy the chirping of cicadas and birds.
But in the courtyard where Tao Fengming was today, everyone was silently looking at Tao Fengming who was writing an article.
When the sun got higher, Tao Fengming handed all the papers written on the table to Song Mu, and then gently warned Song Mu.
"Jing Zhao, these things must be put away. Master, I have nothing good left for you in this life. I only have that white jade scroll. From now on, you must use it well, take care of me, and take a look at the contents inside."
After saying that, Tao Fengming still stared at Song Mu quietly for a moment, as if he wanted Song Mu to remember these instructions.
Song Mu was silent, and then nodded heavily, but the expression on his face could not help it, and he turned sideways several times.
Tao Fengming didn't care about this, and spoke a few words to several villagers. Everyone's expressions were silent, and they forced a smile and nodded in response.
After a while, Tao Fengming turned to look at Song Mu again and said softly.
"Jing Zhao, you have written a lot of poems over the years, and each one is so beautiful that it is so beautiful that it is amazing."
"Today I have a request for my teacher. I wonder if you would be willing to write a poem for me as well?"