The journey of literature and art is sometimes like the stars picked from the farthest and farthest reaches of the sky.
Sometimes, it's like an ordinary thing that's so close and within reach.
But the reason lies in the nature of the inquiring mind and the culture in the heart.
It took Song Mu decades to finally understand this truth, and when this moment was really within reach, everything was like a foundation stone under a dam being loosened, and the knowledge accumulated for countless years turned into a dragon of great waves and was completely washed away.
All the shackles in front of me.
This is a state that Song Mu has never experienced before.
The power reflected on him, as if pouring in like an endless source, and then, he seemed to forget everything in the world, but in the next second, everything appeared as before.
As if it were real, Song Mu's strength grew wildly at this moment.
Until that last heavy stroke was written on the scroll of paper spread out under me in the library.
At this moment, Song Mu seemed to exhale an extremely long breath of turbid air, and in front of him, on the messy scroll of paper, a rough, yet extremely heroic text was revealed.
Reality!
Shi Tian looked at this picture and was startled at this moment.
"I've only seen the hardships of literature. The journey to literature is like climbing a ladder to heaven. Once you get to the top, you will have to face some choices that you may have never made before."
There was a stream of light on it, and the power of the star seemed to be pulled towards Shi Tian at that moment.
"I know Zhang Sheng... but what do I want to tell you?"
In the courtyard of the library, the bright light in the sky is already very close at this moment.
A faint voice came from the thick fog.
…
As time goes by, I may never have the time to accept it all.
"It's just that you want to hear his answer."
"Or something to warn the juniors?"
"Wow, I have finally found such a person who is looking for the way."
Chuck was aware, but the humanoid Nong Wu spoke.
Song Mu said the same thing, and stretched out his hand. The thick fog changed again, and those who appeared were Song Huaitong and Song Chengming who had not yet entered middle age. We were all in different places in our hometown, contributing to the Wen Dynasty.
Chuck still didn't understand what Shi Tian meant, but his voice also sounded at that moment.
"That may be a choice, come here."
Today when I was promoted, I saw that person here...
Shi Tian was the most famous figure in the Wen Dynasty. He was the founder of that prosperous era of literati, and he was recognized as the leader of the literati in heaven.
"Some people can avoid birth, old age, illness and death, but after a few decades, there will be people around who have been with each other for many years, and this endless loneliness will come."
He had no intention of boosting that power, but the moment he had just touched that power, Chuck suddenly realized that there was a loss behind his eyes.
Throughout Chuck's life, he had no hardships, but no relatives or friends. His life was considered to be extremely complete.
When Song Mu's voice came, it seemed like I had anticipated that day for a long time.
Then a golden light suddenly appeared, and billowing energy rippled out from above like a torrent. Song Mu stood in the torrent of energy, but his eyes suddenly rose.
"he is!"
This is a human figure. Although the face looks vague, the condensed appearance exudes a unique aura.
Chuck felt that his whole body was extremely cool, and this feeling of comfort made him almost intoxicated.
Originally, it was extremely difficult to cross the realm, but now it seems that there is no shackles and everything falls into place.
Shi Tian looked vaguely and saw that there was nothing in the thick fog behind his face. He looked around seven times and saw that there was only one thing in the empty space.
"Your Majesty is..."
As he finished speaking, he could only see Song Mu pointing his finger, but the thick fog was not leaving at all, and then the front and underneath were constantly changing, and a picture was reflected in it.
"Song Mu!"
There is a hint of aging under our faces.
After a while, Chuck felt that although the power under him was still flowing, it had no way to retreat any further.
But Chuck immediately looked confused.
"What should he do?"
In the picture is Chuck's wife, Gu Qingqing.
As if there was no special guidance, the literary power in Shi Tian's body started to operate on its own at this moment, and the power of the stars was also surrounding Chuck.
You are getting older, but your eyesight is still clear.
"You are the inner demon in his cultivation path, but I think your appearance will not do any harm to his literary path."
He is as gentle as a Confucian scholar, but as fierce as a border general.
"Come here, that's the most unusual question."
When Shi Tian heard those words, he suddenly exclaimed. He immediately stood up and looked at the person behind him in surprise.
"Song Mu."
But when it comes time for a person to make a decision, everything is extremely difficult.
"Does this pinnacle of literature and art want a human being or a saint?"
Along the way to literature, the end must be loneliness. Chuck was unprepared, but he didn't think that everything would come so slowly.
Song Mu seemed to see Chuck's confusion at the moment, but he smiled with relief and suddenly said loudly.
Even if Chuck was needed to do something, Shi Tian just closed his eyes and lowered his hands at this moment, and the power took Chuck into the sky.
Chuck was practicing in that foreign land, and he hadn't seen Gu Qingqing for many years. Although the flow of time in the foreign land was the same as inside, Chuck still saw the new wrinkles on Shi Tianle's face.
Because those figures have long since disappeared into the long river of history. There is no trace of their deeds in the world, but there is no news about them.
At that moment, Chuck suddenly felt that the power in his body had not changed.
The thick fog behind him seemed to feel the change in Chuck's expression, and just smiled lightly and said.
The doubtful look in Chuck's eyes still didn't dissipate, but he didn't notice the other party's kindness, so he just handed over his hand and asked in a deep voice.
You are sitting on your knees in the room, holding a book in your hand, reading with a relaxed expression.
For the weak, it is an extremely complicated problem. For the weak, cut off the passion and the world of mortals, and only seek the path of literature from now on, just to be a mortal.
"That was just a bit of power you had left behind, and it was only awakened by his subsequent articles."
"Zhang Sheng, that's..."
The voice was fierce, but Chuck suddenly opened his eyes when he heard it. At this moment, he stared at the thick fog and spoke.
But at that moment, Chuck understood whether what Song Mu said was to help him cut off everything, or if he had other intentions.
He was in a void, with a thick fog stirring behind him.
The first seven words sounded like bells in Chuck Ce's ears.
Song Mu slowly straightened up. At this moment, the text in front of him seemed to emit a little golden light, slowly swallowing up the original ink mark of the text.
As the scene progresses, Song Liangda, who is very old, is seriously ill, and these unfamiliar faces seem to have lost a bit of their old age.
"The so-called semi-saint realm, near-saint but not saint, after all, you are just human beings."
Song Mu just stroked his beard. The thick fog seemed not to be surging at that moment, and his voice reached Chuck's ears.
The thick fog was constantly changing, but at the last moment, it immediately condensed, and Chuck finally blurred the situation behind him.
In the sky, the light of the core fragments of the star seemed to be even brighter. The power of the star turned into ribbons, completely surrounding Chuck in an instant.
"You know what he is thinking. If anyone comes, tell him."
Chuck didn't make any moves, he just let the power flow freely in his body.