After listening to Luo Yi's words, the servants wisely went to fetch Wang Ma and the other woman. Qin Mu followed Luo Yi to the hall, where the two sat down next to each other.
"Have you been living in the mountains with your mother all these years?"
"Yes, it's a place that's almost completely isolated from the world. It takes a whole day to get to the nearest town."
"You've really suffered. Back then, your family and my family lost contact simply because of some differences in our beliefs. I only learned about your father a few years ago, but I never imagined that you and your mother were still living on the streets." Luo Yi had already thought about how to say it, and she told him the truth. After all, hiding it would be bad, and with Qin Qiong's reputation, how could it be kept a secret?
Of course! He didn't know that Qin Mu actually knew everything all along, but he couldn't be sure, and his unfamiliarity with the world made him choose Luo Yi, who was closer to him.
"Master, do you know my father's whereabouts?" Qin Mu asked, feigning great surprise.
"Of course I know. There's no rush. I'll have someone send a message to your father to see if he'll arrange for someone to pick you up, or if I'll send someone to take you," Luo Yi nodded reassuringly.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" Qin Mu said repeatedly.
Seeing Qin Mu's expression, Luo Yi was also very happy. After all, he was still a young man, and with a little effort, things would be settled. Moreover, by sending the letter to Qin Qiong, he was also doing Qin Qiong a favor.
"We're all family, so let's not stand on ceremony. Rest here and you can travel freely throughout Youzhou. No one will dare to mess with you!" Luo Yi said confidently.
"Okay, sure."
"I'll have your uncle take you out to play tomorrow."
"Uncle?"
"Your cousin Luo Cheng, known as the Cold-Faced Spear Master Luo Cheng! Few can rival his spear skills. Let him teach you a few moves, and I guarantee it won't be any worse than your Qin family's mace techniques," Luo Yi introduced with a hint of pride.
"I haven't learned martial arts," Qin Mu said sheepishly. Although he remembered that Luo Cheng died when he fought Liu Heita, this was a different world, so he didn't dwell on it.
"You haven't learned martial arts! Do you want to study Confucianism?" Luo Yi asked curiously. After all, the Qin family was a family of military generals.
This is what makes military generals different from other cultivators. Martial generals train their physical bodies and qi and blood, emphasizing that when qi and blood are abundant, they are immune to external evils. That's why Luo Yi couldn't tell that Qin Mu was already a Confucian scholar.
Qin Mu was rather thin, and he thought it was just because he was young and lived a poor life.
“My grand-nephew is already a Confucian scholar,” Qin Mu replied.
"What! You're already a Confucian scholar? Who's your teacher?" Luo Yi asked in surprise.
"I haven't had a teacher yet; I've always been self-taught. My mother taught me to read."
"Genius! Truly a genius! I never imagined the Qin family would produce such a scholarly genius!" Luo Yi exclaimed in astonishment, looking Qin Mu up and down.
"Are there few Confucian scholars?" Qin Mu asked curiously. In his mind, there should be many scholars, especially from aristocratic families, who spared no effort in cultivating talent and vying for positions in the imperial court.
"Let me put it this way," Luo Yi explained. "Out of a hundred scholars, maybe one will become a Confucian scholar. Those who become Confucian scholars through self-study are usually from poor families, because only they are likely to lack teachers. But! There might not be even one person in decades who truly has no one to rely on for a teacher."
Come to think of it, very few people are self-taught without teachers. I don't have a teacher in this world, but I received a lot of instruction in my previous life. That wealth of knowledge and experience is a benefit brought by another world.
"The methods of Confucianism are indeed profound, but unfortunately, only two or three people in a generation can truly become great Confucian scholars, and we also have to look at their books to see how effective they are," Luo Yi said with some regret.
Judging from his words, he clearly didn't think much of Confucianism. Qin Mu felt strange and asked after thinking for a moment, "Do you mean that the supernatural powers of Confucianism are related to this book?"
“That’s right, but I’ve only heard about it, so I don’t know the specifics. Your father’s connections will definitely help you find a good teacher in the future, and then you’ll understand.” Luo Yi frowned and thought for a moment before saying this.
It was yet another ambiguous answer. Qin Mu had no way of guessing, but he didn't care too much. After all, the great Confucian scholar was still a very distant concept for him.
Relax and chat with Luo Yi. That evening, Luo Yi entertained Qin Mu, and Qin Mu also met Luo Yi's current wife, Meng, and son, Luo Cheng.
As expected of the cold-faced, sharp-tongued man, he chatted for half an hour, but he didn't say more than ten sentences. Basically, Luo Yi did all the talking, and he just nodded or hummed in response.
Luo Yi arranged a separate courtyard for Qin Mu, knowing that he followed the Confucian path, and also prepared many writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, as well as some books and bamboo slips.
He dismissed the two maids. Qin Mu was not used to being waited on so obsequiously, even though he knew it was Luo Yi's way of currying favor.
During this period, he was either dealing with his mother's funeral or traveling. Now that things have finally calmed down a bit, Qin Mu feels slightly more at ease. Today, he not only confirmed his relationship with Luo Yi, but also confirmed that the father of this body is Qin Qiong. No matter what, this is the truth.
Qin Mu was used to accepting reality, but now that reality was in front of him, a feeling of loneliness still rose in his heart, like a child who had wandered in a foreign land and could not find his way home.
"I see no ancients before me, nor any successors after me."
Contemplating the vastness of heaven and earth, I am overwhelmed with sorrow and tears stream down my face.
"Ascending the Youzhou Terrace, I Sing a Song!"
For Qin Mu, the best way to regulate his mood is to study or do something else to focus on something else.
As he finished writing, the poem echoed in the ears of everyone in Youzhou City, as if Qin Mu were reciting it to them.
Qin Mu also heard it. The recitation, with its intonation and rhythm, was even better than his own. This sudden change made him widen his eyes, not knowing what had happened. The pen in his hand unconsciously fell onto the table.
Not only that, at that moment, a milky white light descended from the sky, enveloping Qin Mu as if the roof did not exist.
As the light enveloped him, Qin Mu felt a surge of righteous energy rush into his body, cleansing his flesh and finally entering his Tanzhong acupoint.
It felt like soaking in a hot spring, or sleeping on a soft bed. It was so comfortable that he wanted to moan. When the recitation ended and the light disappeared, Qin Mu groggily opened his eyes.
Qin Mu hadn't yet understood what had just happened, but the sudden influx of righteous energy into his body prompted him to examine himself first. His divine sense entered his Tanzhong acupoint, and he was astonished to find that the righteous energy within it had increased more than tenfold, resembling a cloud floating above it.
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