When Song Mu heard this, his expression suddenly changed. There was a bit of sadness on his face at this moment, and his eyes looking at Tao Fengming were filled with tears.
Tao Fengming waved his hand, smiled, and spoke to Song Mu.
"Why, can't you help me with this matter?"
Song Mu silently shook his head, quickly collected his emotions, looked around, and then spoke seriously to Tao Fengming.
"Master wishes that Jingzhao should write a poem for Master no matter what!"
Tao Fengming nodded when he heard this, and sat aside as he spoke.
Song Mu walked slowly to the table, looking at Tao Fengming next to him and then at the table in front of him. The villagers next to him looked over at this time, with different expressions on their faces.
Gu Qingqing also stepped forward at this time. No matter how much he was persuaded, he reached out and took the ink ingot and inkstone, and was grinding the ink next to it.
"This is the only thing I can do for Master."
As Gu Qingqing said this, Zhang Huaitong seemed to have noticed something. This time he came forward, stood beside Song Mu, and looked at Song Mu.
Song Mu slowly spread out a piece of the best rice paper and took his most precious brush into his hand.
Next to him, Liu Jue also stepped forward and looked at Song Mu.
I saw Song Mu spread out the paper evenly with great seriousness, then picked up the brush and lightly dipped it in ink, and then looked at Tao Fengming next to him.
"Master, can I write a poem for you?"
Tao Fengming leaned on the chair and nodded with a smile, while Song Mu took a deep breath, looked at the pure white paper, and put pen to paper.
"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly."
"The bamboo stick and mango shoes can beat the horse easily. Who is afraid? A raincoat can be used for life."
"The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly."
"Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, there was no wind or rain or sunshine when I returned."
Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo - Don't Hear the Sound of Beating Leaves in the Forest" has slowly appeared on the paper. At this moment, Song Mu's pen was heavy and faltered, and it even trembled when writing.
The past scenes of getting along with Tao Fengming appeared in my mind, and now they turned into lines of ink writing.
Gu Qingqing next to her was already sobbing, and Zhang Huaitong also threw himself into his mother's arms for no apparent reason and sobbed softly.
Song Mu held back tears, reluctantly wrote the last word of this poem, and gently picked up the pen.
Here comes the title of "Ding Feng Bo Feng Ming".
After the title of the poem was completed, the paper on the desk suddenly burst out with endless literary energy, which shot towards the heaven and earth like a pillar soaring into the sky.
For a moment, everyone around him was shocked and exclaimed. Even Liu Jue next to him suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"Talent...Nine Dou?"
In the field, the two monsters had also raised their heads, looking at the soaring tornado of literary energy rising straight into the sky, with expressions of surprise on their faces.
The courtyard was constantly disturbed by the surge of literary energy, but at this moment, Song Mu had no idea of absorbing this literary energy. He just held the paper in his hands respectfully, and then walked solemnly to Tao Fengming.
Kneel down and submit.
"Disciple asks Master to taste it."
Tao Fengming's face showed relief. He smiled and took the paper with both hands. He gently read the lines of text on it. After a while, his face was filled with relief.
"Okay, don't listen to the sound of leaves beating in the forest. It won't be rainy or sunny."
"Jing Zhao, this poem should be my whole life."
As he said that, Tao Fengming looked at Song Mu. Tears suddenly appeared in his eyes at this moment, but he still smiled and said to Song Mu.
"Good disciple, I will have no regrets in my life as a master."
Song Mu kowtowed heavily and said in a deep voice.
"Master, as long as this disciple is in this world, everything the master wishes will definitely come true!"
"My disciple must have worked hard for this!"
After saying that, Song Mu kowtowed heavily again, and Tao Fengming also nodded lightly, and then asked Song Mu to stand up.
"Get up, Jing Zhao. Make me another cup of the tea you roasted a few days ago. I didn't even taste it last time."
Song Mu nodded quickly and turned to pick up the pot to make tea, but he was in a hurry and panic at the moment.
When Song Mu was taking the pot of boiled tea out of the house, he saw Uncle Niu and Mr. Liu in the courtyard taking a few steps forward and looking at Tao Fengming who was sitting on the chair.
Tao Fengming was sitting with his head bowed, leaning on the back of his chair, holding Song Mu's book tightly in his hand.
It's like falling into a deep sleep.
"Master!!"
The kettle slipped and Song Mu felt his feet become weak. He shouted and rushed forward.
Kneeling down on Tao Fengming's side again, he saw that the kind face of the past was no longer alive at this moment.
The mentor of this life was far away from him.
When the people around him saw this, they shouted a few times. Liu Jue stood in front of him and raised his hand three times and put it down again. Then he took two steps back, bent down and held his hand in front of him, and said respectfully.
"Farewell to Mr. Huangfu!"
Others also came to the front one after another. At this moment, they all immediately bowed and said in a deep voice.
"Farewell to Mr. Huangfu!"
There was a sudden sound in the courtyard, and Song Mu's face was already full of pain, and he threw himself into Tao Fengming's arms with trembling hands.
But in an instant, they heard a cry of pain from beside them. Several sisters-in-law rushed out and supported Gu Qingqing. Seeing Gu Qingqing clutching her stomach and looking in pain, they hurriedly shouted.
"Madam is about to give birth, come and help me!"
The courtyard was in chaos for a while, and all the sisters-in-law in the village came out to help. The old man in the village stepped forward to persuade Song Mu. This time, Song Mu picked up Tao Fengming and walked into the house.
In the houses on both sides, life and death alternate.
Song Mu was standing in the courtyard now, tears welling up, and endless pain in his heart.
After a while, a cry was heard, and a sister-in-law quickly came out and shouted to Song Mu.
"Xiucai...the number one scholar is a boy, and my wife has given birth to another boy!"
The villagers nearby also came up, but they didn't know whether to say congratulations this time, but they wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes and stood up slowly, then arranged their clothes and went to the room.
After a while, Song Mu came out, held hands with the villagers, and said in a deep voice.
"Dear fellow villagers, I have already decided on my son's name. He will be called Song Chengming from now on."
"I'm going to trouble you all a lot with things at home these days!"
Song Mu held up his hands, and everyone responded, and then Song Mu suddenly stepped outside.
Everyone watched as Song Mu walked straight towards the village entrance.
Song Mu walked slowly to the entrance of the village. At this moment, he took a deep breath. The expression on his face slowly became calm. He walked forward step by step. He walked straight to the demon king with the emperor's belt and said in a deep voice.
"Today, my mentor has left Hexi."
"Tell your masters that I, Song Mu, have taken over the unfinished business of my mentor."
"Just wait and see what pain Master will suffer in this life."
"I, Song Mu, will definitely repay you twice as much!"
When the voice fell, Song Mu turned around and walked away. The two monsters looked at each other with hesitant expressions.