Qin Mu had seen the passage Qin Yue spoke before; it came from the book Mencius, but he hadn't properly understood or studied it before.
He silently went over it in his mind, then asked, "You mean that studying abroad is easier than reading books in cultivating a righteous spirit?"
"That's what I think. If it weren't for the sheer amount of learning to do, I would have gone on a study tour long ago," Qin Yue nodded.
"Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles; traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as meeting countless people; meeting countless people is not as good as being guided by a master; being guided by a master is not as good as figuring it out on your own." Qin Mu had forgotten where he had seen this quote before, but now that he thought about it, it certainly made a lot of sense. However, even with that, the most important thing is still talent.
Given a fixed talent, broad experience and knowledge bring even greater benefits. Han Zheng, referring to Attorney Pei, mentioned the importance of experience. A person with rich experience, if gifted and deeply perceptive, will find it easier to write poetry and prose.
After talking with Qin Yue, Qin Mu finally gained a clear understanding of Confucianism. Qin Mu's vision was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he quickly understood how to cultivate a righteous spirit more easily.
First, one must understand that the nature of righteous energy is "positive!" According to his understanding, this is its attribute. If one's mindset and behavior conform to this attribute, then cultivation becomes much easier.
Although this was just his guess, it was probably not wrong.
"It seems I should try doing a good deed every day from now on," Qin Mu thought to himself.
Qin Yue had many tasks to complete, and after talking for so long, he couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and said, "We'll talk about the secret realm later."
"Okay, you can go ahead and get busy," Qin Mu said considerately.
Orcs, secret realms, and Confucian cultivation—not only were there numerous pieces of information, but also many more questions, filling Qin Mu's mind. Especially since the differences between the two worlds were so vast, and he knew far too much, changing his perspective in a short time would be difficult.
Later that evening, Qin Qiong returned, along with Luo Cheng and others.
"What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed." Luo Cheng patted Qin Mu, who was lost in thought, and asked.
"Father, Uncle, you're back."
"Yes, Mu'er, are you alright?" Qin Qiong asked with a smile.
"It's nothing, I'm just overthinking."
"It's good that you're alright. Don't think too much about it. With your father and your uncle here, no one will dare to hurt you." Qin Qiong thought he was worried about the beastmen, so he reassured him confidently.
"Well, by the way, Father, you two go and discuss what's going on with the beastmen?" Qin Mu asked.
Today, while he was lost in thought, he realized something: he could face Qin Qiong with equanimity. After all, having a father who cared about him was not a bad thing, and by blood, he was also Qin Qiong's son.
"You two chat, father and son. I'm tired after running around for so many days," Luo Cheng said, stretching. He then took a wooden box off his back and tossed it to Qin Mu, saying, "These are some herbs I picked along the way. Take them and use them."
After saying that, he didn't even look at the flustered Qin Mu, and turned to leave the room.
"A cold-faced but warm-hearted fellow!" Qin Mu watched Luo Cheng leave, feeling a warmth in his heart, and smiled slightly.
"Inside the box should be the Purple Leaf Heart Orchid. Don't be fooled by how easily your uncle obtained it; this herb is actually quite rare. It only grows in the cold north, producing one leaf per year, and takes six years to mature into a medicinal herb. Purple Leaf Heart Orchids usually grow alongside alfalfa, making them difficult to find, especially since the sheep raised by wolves love to eat alfalfa," Qin Qiong explained.
After listening to Qin Qiong's explanation, Qin Mu finally understood how rare this was. Thinking about it, it made sense. This was essentially searching for medicinal herbs among wild grasses. It would be very difficult to find them without a coincidence or by professionals.
"Don't overthink it. Your uncle is a cold-faced but warm-hearted person. Although he is a bit arrogant, he is very good to his own people. Just remember this favor."
“Yes, Father,” Qin Mu nodded in reply.
After returning, Qin Mu kept calling him "father," which made Qin Qiong extremely happy, and he never stopped smiling.
"Take the Purple Leaf Heart Orchid before bed for the best effect; it mainly targets mental strength. Don't keep it; without proper preparation, its efficacy will dissipate over time," Qin Qiong instructed.
"I understand. By the way, Father, what's the deal with the orcs?" Qin Mu asked curiously.
Speaking of orcs, Qin Qiong's expression immediately turned serious, and he said with a somewhat puzzled look, "This time, a million werewolves have come, which is practically half of the werewolf clan's strength, and it's at this time of year, which is very unusual. It must be closely related to the Qin family's secret realm. Tomorrow, your father will take you to see it."
"The wolf tribe is the largest and fiercest tribe among the beastmen, but they mainly eat meat, so they raise a large flock of sheep. This season is the time for grazing. They usually only invade after autumn," Qin Qiong explained to his son carefully. He knew that his son had always lived in a remote village and was unaware of many things.
"Since the wolf clan's main food source is sheep, why do they keep trying to invade the Central Plains?" Qin Mu asked, puzzled.
In another world, nomadic tribes invaded the Central Plains, wanting the vibrant world, peaceful life, and abundant resources of the Central Plains, a lifestyle completely different from that of werewolves.
"Humans! They are also a kind of food!" Qin Qiong said in a murderous glint in his eyes.
"Damn it!" Upon hearing about cannibalism, Qin Mu's scalp tingled, and he clenched his fist tightly.
"Hmph! Among the beastmen, werewolves and humans have absolutely no chance of coexisting, so if you encounter them, don't think too much, just kill them. If you can't beat them, run! Don't take any chances," Qin Qiong warned.
"Yes! I understand." Qin Mu nodded solemnly.
"Just remember that. Don't worry too much. It won't be easy for the wolf clan to enter the pass. The imperial court has ordered that even merchant caravans are not allowed to participate, and any captured wolf clansmen will be executed," Qin Qiong reassured him.
"Um."
"You should get some rest. Tomorrow, your father will take you to broaden your horizons and see what the beastmen are up to."
Qin Qiong was overjoyed to find her son and took great care of him, fearing he might tire him out.
"I send you!"
"No need, you should get some rest."
Qin Qiong reached out his large hand, patted Qin Mu on the shoulder, smiled with satisfaction, and then left.
With Qin Qiong gone and a lot of news circulating today, Qin Mu had no interest in reading. He returned to his bedroom and took out the box that Luo Cheng had given him.
The box was fifty centimeters long, twenty centimeters wide, and ten centimeters thick, and had a pleasant fragrance. Qin Mu had no knowledge of wood, but he could tell that it was a good product. However, considering the world, it was normal for wealthy families to use such things.
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