"Haha! Huai Dao, do you want to do it again?" Luo Yilang laughed.
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, sir." Qin Mu said with an embarrassed smile after his little scheme was exposed.
"What a fine poem! Truly a fine poem!" Luo Cheng glanced at the poem on the table, his expression unusually moved, and he exclaimed repeatedly.
"It's a good poem, what a pity!" Luo Yi nodded in agreement.
Seeing Qin Mu's puzzled expression, Luo Yi explained, "Poetry and prose mainly need to resonate with one's state of mind to evoke divine inspiration. Not all good writing can achieve this."
Embarrassing! Utterly embarrassing! Qin Mu then realized that he had made a complete blunder. He had thought he could use the legacy of another world to mass-produce treasure scrolls and reach the pinnacle of life.
Although he was somewhat disappointed, Qin Mu quickly adjusted his mindset. After all, his understanding of cultivation was only superficial, and he was mostly curious and longing for it.
Although Luo Yi understood Qin Mu's meaning, she didn't actually laugh at him. In fact, she admired him somewhat and even suspected that Qin Mu was faking it. After all, judging from his demeanor and abilities, he really didn't seem like someone from a small mountain village. Fortunately, Qin Mu's ignorance of the world was genuine and impossible to fake.
"So that's how it is."
"Heaven-sent scrolls are extremely rare, often passed down through generations. Even emperors value them highly. This scroll is especially powerful the first time it is used, so remember to cherish it," Luo Yi reminded him.
Realizing that Luo Yi genuinely cared about him, Qin Mu nodded gratefully and said, "The precious scroll is most effective the first time it's used. Could it be because it's a gift from heaven?"
"That's right! You guessed correctly. This is also the foundation of many families, which they won't use unless it's a matter of life and death."
"What a clever fellow," Luo Yi thought, giving Qin Mu an approving look.
The three chatted for a while longer before Luo Yi and his son left. Of course, Qin Mu was the one asking questions and Luo Yi was the one answering, while the handsome, middle-aged Luo Cheng remained a quiet and refined man, listening in the whole time.
After singing "Ascending the Youzhou Terrace," Qin Mu carefully put the song away and placed it in his bag before finally going to sleep. In his dream, Qin Mu saw himself flying through the sky and disappearing into the earth, attracting thousands of people to bow and worship him.
Waking up from a beautiful dream, Qin Mu was in an exceptionally good mood, but when he saw a snotty-nosed little kid in front of him, his heart couldn't help but clench.
Almost all patients with hyperthymesia have two complications: obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia (obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness). In fact, mysophobia is caused by obsessive-compulsive disorder. Although Qin Mu's hyperthymesia was mild and he recovered without medication due to his time travel, the complications are psychological issues, and the psychological shadows he has will probably not heal anytime soon.
Qin Mu took a half step back without showing any emotion, forced a smile, and asked in a low voice, "Little friend, who are you looking for?"
"Whoosh! Are you my cousin?" the little kid asked, taking a deep breath.
Qin Mu tried hard to look away, but the little brat's nasal groove, bearing the marks of his nose, was like a magnet, firmly attracting him.
Suppressing the urge to wipe his face, Qin Mu's lips twitched as he asked again, "What's your name, little one?"
“My name is Luo Tong. My father said you are the new cousin and asked me to play with you.”
The little brat's name is Luo Tong, which means he is Luo Cheng's son. It's hard to believe that the famous Luo Tong from my memory is now just a snot-nosed kid.
As expected, the little girl is an adorable princess, while the little boy is universally disliked.
"Even though you might become a big shot in the future, I don't want to play with you right now." Qin Mu said with feigned regret, "I'm really sorry! My cousin has to study and doesn't have time to play with you."
"It's alright, you're a guest, I can read with you. I know a lot of words too," the little boy said, acting like an adult.
Of course, if you ignore the two red marks under his nose, Qin Mu would probably find it easier to accept.
He'd become like a clingy pest, impossible to shake off. Aside from the issue of manners, he was staying with someone else, making a firm refusal inconvenient. Most importantly, Qin Mu was worried he'd cry. Having virtually no experience interacting with children, Qin Mu had no idea how to comfort him.
Since he couldn't get rid of him, Qin Mu had no choice but to keep him. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What books do you read?"
"I can read the 'Taijia' and the 'Thousand Character Classic'," Luo Tong said proudly.
How old are you?
Nine years old!
Alright! For a nine-year-old to recognize so many characters is already quite impressive. Qin Mu certainly didn't believe he could read them all; he must be able to memorize them.
He thought that Luo Yi and his son wanted Luo Tong to learn from him, but that Luo Tong couldn't become his student, since Qin Mu wasn't qualified and couldn't teach students well.
After receiving guidance from Zhiyuan, Qin Mu understood the mistakes he had made in his previous reading. Although later generations also paid attention to initials, finals, and tones when reading, people generally did not pay much attention to the tones. Now, he only needed to strictly follow the tones when reading, and he should be pretty close to the mark.
It's perfect timing for me to relearn something new, and bringing along a small item won't be a problem.
"What else can you do?" Qin Mu ground the ink, began writing again, and then asked Luo Tong, who had been staring at him.
"Hoo! I also know the Luo family spear technique! I'll play with you today, no need to practice." Luo Tong said, waving his little arm. Judging from his happy tone, Qin Mu guessed it was because he didn't have to practice martial arts today.
Although he hadn't seen it, Qin Mu's hand couldn't help but pause upon hearing that voice, and his original thoughts immediately changed.
After grinding the ink, Qin Mu picked up a brush, pulled out some of the bristles from the front of the brush, plugged them, and then began to write.
Because he wrote only with the tip of a pen and needed to convert simplified characters into clerical script, Qin Mu wrote relatively slowly.
"This is a kid who can really stand being alone." Qin Mu noticed out of the corner of his eye that Luo Tong hadn't left or bothered him, and couldn't help but think to himself.
Of course, if it weren't for that occasional "whoosh," Qin Mu, focused on his writing, might have forgotten about him.
Qin Mu, who had filled a sheet of Xuan paper with his writing, was about to stop when he changed his mind and began writing again.
With Luo Tong's heavy breathing, he continued writing without stopping, sheet after sheet, until Luo Yi had someone bring over a thick stack of Xuan paper. He used it all up and then regretfully stopped writing.
"Little guy, experience the fear of three years of college entrance exams and five years of mock exams!" Qin Mu looked intently into Luo Tong's eyes, smiled slightly, and thought to himself.
That's right, what he wrote was prepared for Luo Tong, so that he wouldn't have so much time to appear in front of him.
The writings were not complicated. The first ones were one-character and two-character couplets from the Primer of Prosody; the later ones were selected problems from the Suanjing of the Zhoubi, the Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art, and the Suanjing of Sun Tzu, which were equivalent to practice problems.
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