"no problem."
Qin Luo nodded with a smile.
In a pavilion deep within a bamboo grove at Haoran Academy, surrounded by flowing water, an elderly man with a white beard poured Qin Luo a cup of tea and asked with a kind expression, "Young friend, are you also a scholar?"
Qin Luo smiled and said, "I guess so."
"So what kind of books do you like to read?"
"Strange Tales".
"Our Haoran Academy's library has many books that record strange tales. You are welcome to take a look."
That's exactly what I was thinking.
Qin Luo nodded with a smile.
The white-bearded old man said meaningfully, "Young friend, I just heard that you and your friends founded Mirror Lake Academy. What do you think is the most important thing in teaching?"
Qin Luo said with a smile, "I never thought about it before, but now I want flowers to be flowers and trees to be trees."
The white-bearded old man's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly. "I have heard the answers of many sages, but your answer is the one that resonates with me the most. No wonder you have such good fortune in literature."
"Just lucky."
Qin Luo shook his head modestly.
"Senior, are you a disciple of the founder of Confucianism?"
"Disciple."
"That literary talent couldn't have left Haoran Tower without a reason; it must have been released by the senior, right?"
"You guessed right."
The white-bearded old man nodded and said, “I sensed something when you came to Haoran Academy. You offered incense and prayed for your master, which diminished your own fortune. I think you are quite good. This literary fortune may have great potential for you!”
Qin Luo had previously dissipated all his luck, but now all sorts of luck were coming his way. He remembered what the Moon Goddess had said: everything he had done would one day be rewarded.
"Young friend, please have some tea."
"good."
Qin Luo picked up the teacup, which contained crystal-clear tea, like celestial nectar. He took a sip, savoring the sweet aftertaste, and asked with a smile, "Senior, is this tea brewed with morning dew?"
"Yes and no!"
The white-bearded old man smiled and said, "Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, which manifests in various forms. The sun, moon, mountains, rivers, stars, lakes, and seas are all transformed from this righteous energy. This is a great power that roams between heaven and earth. Whoever can master it can change the world!"
Qin Luo looked up at the falling bamboo leaves. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, a gentle breeze caressed his face, warm and liberating, and an invisible force seemed to surge towards him.
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