Song Mu stood by a coast, staring at the sea with a frown on his face.
Today the sky is covered with dark clouds, and the sea breeze is blowing, causing waves to rise in the turbid and black water.
A figure suddenly rushed out of the sea. Song Mu looked up and saw the figure suddenly arriving. After a moment, he arrived in front of Song Mu.
The person who came had the same appearance as Song Mu. At this moment, he dropped something in his hand. The next moment, his body suddenly began to shake, and then it turned into a red light that spread out across the sky.
And what fell to the ground was a fish head with a protruding forehead.
It was none other than the emperor's demon master back then, Bai He.
Song Mu stretched out his hand, and the ferocious fish head fell into Song Mu's white jade scroll. The red light in the sky dispersed, and a dim star fragment slowly fell into his hand.
"The incarnation of the stars, these mysterious changes, are truly miraculous."
Song Mu opened his mouth to say something, but Jie Zezhu's uneasy words came from the scroll.
"This method is just a trial. Maybe there will be different changes in the future."
"It's just that you are still lingering on the shores of the East China Sea, so I'm afraid something is not right."
"If it weren't for the fact that you couldn't break free that day, I took the risk. Now it seems that at least the demon clan has sensed my aura."
Song Mu also stood up at this moment, lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"I am indeed reckless in this matter. It has only been a few days, and you can see quite a lot of demons on the coast of the East China Sea from a distance."
Song Mu raised his eyes slightly, looked through the dark clouds, and sensed the evil energy surging everywhere in the distance.
However, Song Mu did not look a little flustered, but instead spoke with a somewhat thoughtful tone.
"But maybe this is not a bad thing. They are already ready to make a move. It's just that the East China Sea is not like it used to be, and has learned to cut flesh with a blunt knife."
"Maybe they also have something to hide."
"But now, they can't wait any longer, and they are bound to have a battle with the human race."
With that said, Song Mu put the star fragments into the white jade scroll with an expressionless face.
"It just so happens that the human race still has the strength to fight."
"Although it is a lie to say that there is no chaos but no cure, the present Wen Dynasty must fight for this day and night."
Song Mu spoke firmly, and when he finished speaking, literary energy surged around his body, turning into a stream of light and heading towards the north in the blink of an eye.
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Chang'an, Imperial Palace.
"Your Majesty, the three armies have come to report that both the Northwest Demon Clan and the East China Sea Demon Clan have made movements at the same time. Several Demon Saints have come forward. The front lines are tense and war is inevitable."
"We are willing to lead the troops to fight, and don't let the demon clan think that our dynasty has no generals!"
"Reckless man, this big move by the demon clan must be different. Attacking arrogantly will not benefit our Wen Dynasty."
"Old man, you have so much literary power and don't know how to die in battle for your country. You only talk nonsense about this and that. You are of no use to our literary dynasty!"
Li Mo'er sat upright in the court, looking at the courtiers arguing below with blushing faces, but her eyes became colder and colder.
Suddenly Li Mo'er raised his eyes and looked outside the main hall. A member of the imperial guard hurried into the main hall to report.
"Your Majesty, Song Mu would like to see you."
As soon as Song Mu's name echoed in the hall, the civil and military officials were silent for a moment, glanced outside the hall, and then immediately looked at Li Mo'er in the hall.
Li Moer's expression was slightly shaken, but she waved her hand.
"Please come forward, Master Song."
Not long after, Song Mu walked into the hall wearing a plain robe. Although there was no slight fluctuation of literary power around him, the officials around him still looked at him one after another, and many people also handed over.
Although Song Mu is not an official of the Wen Dynasty, he still has a transcendent status in the Wen Dynasty. At this moment, the border is in turmoil and the front line is in urgent need, but the major sects have not yet made any movement. Song Mu's arrival can't help but make these civil and military officials daydream.
Song Mu raised his hand towards Li Moer, who immediately asked.
"Song leader came today, but for the sake of the war in the Wen Dynasty?"
Others also looked at it one after another, with expectant expressions on their faces.
"It's just as your Majesty said."
As soon as he said this, many civil and military officials suddenly looked excited, and now they were whispering to each other, and the tense situation just now changed.
The corner of Li Mo'er's mouth also raised slightly. Not long after the truce between the Wen Dynasty, the demon clan was making a comeback, even worse than before.
Now that the Wen Dynasty was in decline, the various poetry sects were even more unclear about their attitude, which made Li Mo'er a little confused.
As the head of a sect, Song Mu was a role model for scholars all over the world, and he had a transcendent appeal among various poetry sects, which naturally gave Li Moer some confidence.
"I wonder what Sect Master Song should do?"
Li Mo'er asked. Although there was something wrong with this question, the civil and military officials didn't think it was too inappropriate. They just looked up.
Song Mu left from the coast of the East China Sea yesterday, spent one night worshiping at the burial site of Tao Fengming, and then went straight to Chang'an.
Seeing Li Moer's somewhat excited expression at this moment, Song Mu just said in a deep voice.
"All the elders and disciples of the Song Ci Sect have entered the battle formation to face the enemy."
"All the ingenious weapons of the Song Ci Sect are given to hundreds of troops to fight."
"All the inherited cultural traditions of the Song Ci sect are given to the common people to practice."
Song Mu slowly said these three sentences. At this moment, all the officials in the court were shocked, and Li Mo'er also stood up suddenly.
"Sect Leader Song, great justice!"
A military general suddenly raised his hands and said, and others also followed suit, but Li Moer looked at Song Mu and glanced up and down several times.
Immediately, Li Moer stepped in front of Song Mu, looked directly at Song Mu with a pair of deep watery eyes, and asked in a deep voice.
"Is this true?"
"Every sentence of what I said today can be signed."
Song Mu still spoke in harmony, looking at Li Moer slightly sideways as he continued.
"Not only that, I will also lobby various poetry families."
"To help Wen Chao in this battle."
"All the Li and Du Shi sects in the world are extremely respectful to Sect Master Song. If you can lobby for my court, many sect disciples will join the war."
"This is beneficial to our Wen Dynasty!"
A civil servant said this, perhaps being dazzled by what Song Mu said at this moment.
But Li Moer was silent for a long time, and then suddenly spoke.
"Then what do you want?"
Li Moer's words were not loud, but everyone in the court heard them clearly, and they looked at Song Mu again at this moment.
Song Mu opened his mouth and said.
"I want Wen Chao's Star, all the fragments of Wen Chao's Star."
"This is impossible!"
Before Song Mu could finish his words, Li Moer almost blurted out a paragraph.
"The fragments of the Sky Star are the pillars of our literary dynasty. How can I leave them in your hands?"
Li Mo'er took a deep breath. At this moment, the excitement and joy in his eyes quietly disappeared, and what came instead was confusion and disappointment.
"The Song Ci sect cannot be replaced by the stars of the Wen Dynasty."
Li Mo'er said, turning around and about to return to the high platform, but suddenly a crane sounded in the hall, a red light suddenly appeared, and a figure rose into the sky.
The light shone in the hall, and Tan Xiang, who had been standing aside for a long time without speaking a word, suddenly retreated, and his gray beard suddenly began to tremble slightly.