"Okay." Qin Yue thought for a moment and then agreed.
"You have talented poetry?" Xiangli Yanran asked in surprise.
Qin Mu now has some understanding of Confucianism from Qin Yue's words. Confucian scholars don't actually have many methods; their main focus is on channeling righteous energy into weapons or bows to increase their lethality. They can also imbue their teammates' weapons and armor with righteous energy, temporarily increasing their attack and defense capabilities.
As for using one's righteous energy to conjure up an attacker, firstly, it requires an excessive amount of righteous energy, and secondly, the power of the conjured being depends on the quality of the righteous energy. A Confucian scholar, even using all his strength, could probably only conjure the equivalent of two martial artists of the same realm. Crucially, these martial artists cannot sustain their power; as the battle progresses, they will continuously deplete their righteous energy, weakening until they eventually disappear.
This puts Confucian scholars in a very awkward position. In a simple battle, it's not a problem, since the conflict is short-lived. However, in prolonged battles like wars, Confucian scholars are relegated to a supporting role, only able to provide minor buffs to ordinary generals. High-level buffs are useless, or rather, unusable.
Fortunately, Qin Mu was a special case, a man of considerable endurance, not a Confucian scholar! Only the people or things he conjured in his own poems possessed greater power and consumed less of his righteous energy.
Such poems, of course, cannot be doggerel. At the very least, they must be recited by tens of thousands of people. In other words, at least ten thousand people must know and be able to recite the poem in order to be considered a poem of talent.
The more people know about a poem of talent, the more powerful it becomes for the original author, and the less righteous energy it consumes.
Of course, the best would be to be able to evoke divinely inspired poetry, and the people and things that such poetry conjures up would be even more powerful.
Another type is poems praising famous people, which can conjure up a person with a trace of the famous person's charm. The ability conjured up by such poems depends on the magnitude of the famous person's abilities during their lifetime.
Some might think that writing about Confucius and Mencius would simply create fantastical figures who defy the heavens. This idea is certainly not wrong, but first, you must know how to write; what you write must also be consistent with the identity of the famous person and their actions during their lifetime, earning genuine public approval—only then can it be considered acceptable.
The greater a person's fame during their lifetime, the more opinions they receive, often differing or even contradictory. Even if opinions are similar, they are unlikely to be identical; slight differences inevitably lead to debate, making it difficult to gain agreement.
If one cannot develop talent in poetry and prose, then it is meaningless. This is the awkward situation of Confucianism. Many people study literature only to learn to read, or like Qin Yue, they mainly practice archery and swordsmanship.
This explains why Xiangli Yanran was so surprised when Qin Mu said he would handle the next challenge. Writing a poem of exceptional talent, possessing powerful offensive capabilities, and being able to defeat over two hundred corpse wolves was an extremely rare feat. She was eager to know immediately what kind of poem it was.
"I suppose so." Embarrassed to admit that he possessed a poem that inspired divine inspiration, Qin Mu gave a vague answer.
Besides Qin Yue, Li Chongyi and Miss Huang also looked at Qin Mu with surprise. After all, at his age, being able to compose good poems already made him a talent among the major families, and being able to compose poems of exceptional talent made him a genius.
Fortunately, none of them were weak, so they didn't press the matter further. After treating their wounds and resting, the five of them headed to the next level.
“Let’s go!” Standing at the entrance of the hallway, Qin Mu took a deep breath, thought back for a moment to see if there were any oversights, then his eyes narrowed and he said firmly.
Although he appeared very calm, he was holding the precious scroll in his hand very tightly. Fortunately, it was a precious scroll; if it had been ordinary Xuan paper, it would probably have been crushed.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!" A series of roars rang out, followed by a large number of corpse wolves that surrounded and charged from the front.
Qin Mu closed his eyes, then opened them, and unfurled the scroll in his hand. In the brief moment he closed his eyes, he had already activated the scroll with his righteous energy.
A milky white light shone from the scroll, which had just recovered to 60%, and surged forward like a tide. Then, hundreds of people appeared in the hall, along with hunting dogs and eagles, all rushing towards the corpse wolves.
Not only that, but from the densest part of the white, a person and a horse slowly appeared. This person and horse were different from the one who appeared at the beginning. Although their faces were still not clear, they were wearing armor with a majestic aura, which clearly belonged to a general.
The general on horseback, holding a bow and arrow, immediately drew his bow and shot out milky-white arrows as soon as he appeared.
The bow was drawn to its fullest extent, and the arrows flew like thunderbolts, one after another, shooting at the corpse wolf in quick succession.
Those struck instantly died; each arrow hit the corpse wolf's forehead. Because the arrows were formed from righteous energy, they actually exploded upon contact with the wolf. While they didn't completely shatter the wolf's skull, a hole the size of an infant's fist was unavoidable.
These events, though they take a long time to explain, actually happened very quickly, but Qin Mu didn't pay attention because his attention was focused on something else.
He worried that the precious scroll wouldn't be enough to wipe out all the corpse wolves, and that others would have to take action, making his earlier claim of solving this challenge a joke. Therefore, he had already made up his mind that after activating the precious scroll, he didn't even look at it, immediately took out his rabbit-hair purple bamboo brush, and began writing poetry in the air.
He was, of course, writing the poem "Jiang Cheng Zi: Hunting in Youzhou." But this time, he didn't use ink; instead, he used the righteous energy from his Tan Zhong acupoint.
Poems for battle can be one's own or those of others. When writing someone else's poem, one should not only understand the author's artistic conception but also ideally imitate their handwriting, immersing oneself in the experience. This is called being there in person. Therefore, it is best to use the finest brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and to write with a righteous spirit. Only after achieving complete mastery can one write as if in mid-air.
For someone like Qin Mu, whose poems are his own creations, all he needs to do is recall his feelings at the time and write them down. However, he is not very proficient at using them now and needs to write them down and recite them at the same time.
Once you become a great Confucian scholar, you won't need to write anything down; you can just read it aloud.
spirited young man
The left lead is yellow,
Qing Cang on the right,
Brocade hat and sable fur coat
A thousand horsemen swept across the plain.
...He would draw his bow like a full moon, gaze northwest, and shoot the heavenly wolf.
Qin Mu wrote with complete concentration, reciting each sentence as he wrote it, and as the last stroke fell, the poem burst forth with a large burst of milky white light once more.
This time, the force was half the size of the previous scroll, but still more than fifty people appeared, including ten cavalrymen, the rest infantry, three hunting dogs, and two falcons. As soon as they appeared, they charged towards the corpse wolves.
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