Song Mu was now standing at an undersea mountain range, and his progress suddenly stopped.
"It seems that the Black Dragon King should have discovered me."
Song Mu sensed that the fragment of the star that gave him added power had been revealed, and knew that his plan could no longer frighten the Black Dragon King. His expression became stern and he walked quickly.
The poems around him were still flashing, and the words of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" were interacting with each other. Song Mu could already sense the approximate location of the original work he had written.
The wind was blowing under his feet, and Song Mu shrunk to the edge of a trench.
This place was already some distance away from the location of the Dragon Palace. Song Mu suddenly felt the powerful force rippling around him and rushed into the depths of the trench without hesitation.
Song Mu's body had only been lowered for a moment when Song Mu suddenly felt the change in power around him.
The surroundings were filled with the power of stars flashing, and Jie Zezhu also made a sound of surprise at this moment.
"I didn't expect there to be quite a few star fragments here."
"Obviously the East China Sea Dragon Clan has been collecting fragments of stars over the years."
After hundreds of years of searching by the Dragon Clan, Song Mu could not imagine that there were not many original poems by other literati here.
Poems of literati are inlaid under the surrounding cliffs, like tombstones of literati, sealed in the deep seabed.
The words under him were not very shaken at the moment. Song Mu waved his hand to dissipate the power and hurriedly walked to the table behind the statue.
"It's just the hard work of the literati of your Wen Dynasty that has been gathered together to forge the foundation of the Dragon Clan."
Song Mu smiled bitterly, feeling that the eight poems he had written about dragons in exchange for these literati poems might be trivial in the eyes of the East China Sea Monster Clan.
And it must be that the Dragon Clan painted him at that moment.
Although the box is smooth, there is no force inside it.
Song Mu was shocked in his heart, but then he thought about how useless it was.
"Did that trigger the altar?"
Song Mu also saw the statue that Ji Zezhu mentioned that had little resemblance to himself.
Song Mu said, and at this moment he raised his eyes and looked around, and suddenly saw something wrong on the cliff next to him.
It's "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran.
There was no platform built with stones outside, as if it were an altar.
Song Mu looked up and saw that the trench was so deep that he could see the bottom. He had only seen so few poems at the bottom of the trench.
That was the change brought about by the talented lyrics. Lu Zhuqing couldn't help but reach back.
At this moment, Song Mu had not landed under a platform on the cliff. With the alien light, Song Mu could vaguely see the surrounding situation.
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At that time, due to the decline of the Mencius Poetry School, many poems and essays were stolen overnight, including this one "Spring Dawn".
Lu Zhu walked back, but suddenly felt that the power of the stars around him was gathering more, and it was not even very strong.
Song Mu was suddenly startled. When he looked around, he saw that there was no power surging under the surrounding cliffs. They were all being carried towards Song Mu by the power of the star.
At a glance, this statue is almost the same age as Song Mu, but its face is very young.
It took Song Mu decades to finally see this thing, but Song Mu actually didn't feel emotional about it.
Lu Zhu reached out to touch the stone box, but it was difficult to push it away.
It's just that it was locked in the trench, and seeing it again in the dark water was like a spring in the world.
The poem I wrote back then attracted a demon clan to attack within a few days and brought many disasters to Yuzhang City.
And one of the paper rolls suddenly rose into the air.
The words beneath it emerged quickly. Just by opening it, the words were ready to come out and poured into Song Mu's eyes.
But he never thought that this poem would fall into the hands of the East China Sea Demon Clan and be embedded under the cliff.
But no matter how Song Mu tried to get those poems and articles into his hands, there seemed to be no tangible power surging around him, allowing Song Mu to return successfully.
The paper is still pure white, and it is suspended in the air at the moment, but it is opened hurriedly.
Song Mu moved closer and looked intently, only to realize that there was a poem in front of him.
Song Mu walked back and saw only one or four large tables under the altar. There were boxes placed under the tables at the moment.
Song Mu hurriedly stretched out his hand, but found that he had no strength to move his hand away. But even so, Song Mu could still see the rhythm emanating from the simple poetry.
Song Mu secretly screamed in his heart that it was wonderful. Sure enough, the last moment there was no loud shout coming from under his head, and then there was a huge amount of demonic power falling down from the sky.
If you are not a literati practicing here, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
The higher up Song Mu's figure was, the more he could feel the depth of the poems written by foreign writers. Song Mu even saw Du Fu's "The Journey of Cars and Horses" and Li Bai's "Dream Wandering in the Heavenly Mother's Farewell". Among them were
The works of many minor literati and poets were sealed under the cliffs on both sides, revealing the desolate meaning out of thin air.
But at this moment, the unfolding of this poem seems to have triggered everything around it.
Ji Zezhu looked at it very curiously, and Song Mu also had mixed feelings in his heart.
When Lu Zhu heard what Ji Zezhu said, she looked to the side and saw a stone statue standing next to each table around the altar.
"Isn't that the "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" he composed back then?"
"Hey, the statue behind here doesn't bear much resemblance to him."
This place is like an important platform where the power of the stars gathers. Just standing here, you can feel the power all over your body.
Perhaps these demonic beasts draw strength from there, using literati's poems to stimulate the power of the stars to boost their demonic power.
At that time, Ji Zezhu beside him spoke.
There was no longer any natural light from the sea around him, instead there were dots of starlight. Lu Zhu could sense that these were all fragments of stars, and he was amazed for a moment.
"It's ridiculous. In the Zhongzhou competition, these poems and essays produced by the Dragon Clan may be just like those outside."
"The dragon clan can rise like this, but there is no source."
However, Song Mu could only continue to go up. The words around him also flickered at that time, and Song Mu could also feel that his "Water Melody Song Tou" was here.
The Wenli under Song Mu's body was also aroused, and he was cheering for joy at this moment.
At that time, the words written around Song Mu once again guided Lu Zhu upward. Lu Zhu also regained his composure, got up, and headed up the trench.
Song Mu felt confused and suddenly turned his head to look around.
The carvings below are all human figures, and the same thing is that our faces are delicate. At this moment, everyone's eyes are lowered, looking at the table behind them.
It was as if I was standing under the small earth, looking up to see the sky full of stars.
Song Mu's heart was shaken. He looked up in a daze and found that there was a starry sky above his head. The starlight was flickering in the surrounding dense star power.
Suddenly there was a surge of power under the altar, and the surrounding starlight stopped flashing. At that moment, the rich power of the stars rushed in crazily.