Qin Mu was surprised, and the people of Youzhou City were even more surprised. Luo Yi and his son, who had not yet gone to sleep, opened their eyes wide in astonishment, and then turned their heads at the same time to look at their backyard. They could feel a huge aura of righteousness suddenly appearing there.
"This is a gift from Confucianism!" Luo Cheng asked, his face, which had been frozen for millennia, filled with shock.
“Indeed! And it’s famous throughout the city, its reputation resounding for miles around! Only poems and essays that are perfectly suited to the local context and have the potential to be passed down through the ages can achieve this. I haven’t heard of anything like this in twenty years.” Luo Yi nodded seriously.
The father and son exchanged a glance, both knowing who had caused this, since there was only one scholar in the entire Prince's mansion.
"The Qin family is about to produce another remarkable person!" Luo Yi exclaimed.
After Luo Yi and his son finished speaking, they went out together in perfect unison and headed towards the backyard.
"Let Tong'er get to know Qin Mu better," Luo Yi suddenly said as they walked.
“You two, one of you only teaches your son martial arts, and the other spoils him rotten. How can this go on?” Luo Yi was speechless when he saw Luo Cheng’s expressionless face.
What Luo Cheng really wanted to say was, "Didn't you force me to practice martial arts every day since I was a child? Is this how you teach your son?"
Luo Yi was also very helpless. When he was young, he was busy fighting for power and profit with others. He had no time to teach his son. Now that he is older, it is too late to regret it.
This account is seriously unbalanced. There's no time to train a new account, but this is the only account my son has, so we can't let it become unbalanced.
Letting Grandson get closer to Qin Mu will not only give him another friend, but Qin Mu will also guide him better—a good teacher and helpful friend! This is the best choice for interpersonal relationships. You can tell a lot about a person by looking at the people around them. This principle has been known for a long time.
Furthermore, Luo Yi also wanted to ease the tension between his daughter-in-law and the court. As Dou Jiande's daughter, Dou Xianniang harbored deep resentment towards Li Yuan and his son. His consideration was to add a high-ranking court official as a buffer in maintaining friendly relations.
Luo Cheng had no objection to this. He had previously helped Li Shimin, and his father had helped the Crown Prince; now they both belonged to Li Shimin, and in his view, he had no other desires. Although he had returned to Youzhou because of his wife, he still missed Li Shimin and the others.
Qin Mu was unaware of the commotion he had caused. After regaining his senses from his daze, he checked the changes in his body and then turned his gaze to the "culprit." He then discovered that the snow-white Xuan paper was emitting a milky white light, like an eye-protecting lamp, bright but not dazzling.
Reaching out to pick it up, I was even more surprised. The Xuan paper, which was negligible in weight, felt as heavy as a scroll of bamboo slips.
Fortunately, the unusual phenomenon didn't last long. The luster of the Xuan paper subsided; although it still felt extraordinary, it wasn't as mystical. Only careful observation could reveal its unusual nature.
Before Qin Mu could put away the Xuan paper, he heard a knock on the door. He turned to look at the door and guessed that Luo Yi had noticed something was wrong.
Upon opening the door, there stood the Luo father and son, smiling.
"Uncle, cousin, what's going on?" Qin Mu asked, looking confused. Of course, this was just an act, but he was only guessing, so he seemed perfectly normal.
"The Song of Climbing Youzhou Terrace! You wrote it, didn't you?" Luo Yi asked with great certainty.
"How did you know?" Qin Mu asked curiously. It wasn't surprising that Luo Yi and his son noticed something unusual, but knowing what he had written was astonishing. For a moment, Qin Mu thought there was a surveillance camera in the room, but upon closer inspection, he realized that was impossible.
"Hehe! It's famous throughout the city. In the entire Youzhou City, even a deaf person knows this poem," Luo Yi said with a smile.
Qin Mu then realized just how big of a commotion it had caused. However, he still couldn't understand how a mere poem could have escalated to this point.
"I just saw the Xuan paper that my uncle sent, and I was moved by something, so I wrote this haphazardly."
"If writing haphazardly could achieve such an effect, most scholars in the world would die of shame."
"You flatter me, sir!"
"Humility is a good thing, but there's no need to hide it too much, otherwise you'll easily be looked down upon."
"I understand, grand-nephew," Qin Mu nodded solemnly in reply.
He also realized that humility is a good thing, but it depends on who you're talking to. Sometimes, showing confidence is better.
"You'll have to figure out how to handle this slowly. Let us see the poem first!" Seeing how quickly Qin Mu understood his meaning, Luo Yi couldn't help but sigh inwardly and nodded slightly.
"Uncle, please, cousin!"
Luo Yi, without hesitation, picked up the Xuan paper, examined it briefly, and couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of a masterpiece renowned throughout the city, it is truly extraordinary. This is the first time I've ever seen one like it. I wonder what its effects will be?"
"Effect?" Qin Mu asked, bewildered.
"Use your righteous energy to feel it and you'll understand," Luo Yi said, handing it to him, knowing Qin Mu's background and not finding it strange.
Qin Mu took the Xuan paper, mobilized his righteous energy, and then looked up in surprise and said, "This can summon a golden platform to block the enemy."
It turns out that when the same righteous spirit from the same source came into contact with Xuan paper, he naturally understood its effects.
"Good stuff!" Luo Cheng nodded slightly in admiration.
Qin Mu understood what he meant. The Confucianists' physical health was not their strong point, and with this protective measure, their safety would be much higher.
"This is the Confucian method. These poems and articles that carry divine power are called precious scrolls! The original author knows their function, and even without a precious scroll, you can still use the power of this poem," Luo Yi explained.
"What's the difference?" Qin Mu asked.
"The difference is that the power unleashed by the precious scroll is fixed. After the righteous energy is consumed, it needs to be replenished before it can be used again. However, the power you use to wield poetry is determined by your own righteous energy."
Of course, others can also use the scrolls, but unless the original author tells them, they will only know the effect after activating them.
"Once the precious scroll loses its righteous spirit, the only way to replenish it, besides having Confucian scholars use righteous spirit to replenish it, is to enshrine it and wait for it to absorb the energy of heaven and earth to slowly recover," Luo Yi explained.
"So that's how it is."
Qin Mu's eyes lit up, and he was immediately delighted. Didn't this mean that he had two layers of protection?
"To live, be a hero; to die, be a ghost of valor."
"Even now, I think of Xiang Yu, who refused to cross the Yangtze River to the east!" A summer poem. Qin Mu, excited, picked up his brush again and wrote another poem.
After putting pen to paper, he waited for a while, but nothing unusual happened, which puzzled him greatly. After all, this poem was no less impressive than "Ascending Youzhou Terrace".
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