The Prodigal Son

"what?"

Qin Yu was taken aback.

Is this problem really that easy to solve?

This is such a simple thing, yet it's driving me crazy!

Monk Dong chuckled to himself and said casually, "Why don't we just massacre the city and use human flesh as rations? Wouldn't that solve all the problems?"

"I……"

Qin Yu's face stiffened, and the scene involuntarily flashed through his mind.

However, just thinking about it for a moment made him feel extremely nauseous.

However, Monk Dong continued eating and drinking with relish, saying, "Murong Dapan did the same thing! The Mole people did the same thing! Even Hou Ren, the cannibalistic general at the end of the previous dynasty, did the same thing!"

Qin Yu did not doubt what Monk Dong said.

He had heard some of these things before.

However, if you asked him to do it, he really couldn't.

Monk Dong picked up the wine jar and poured himself another bowl of wine, then said, "Many times, what you perceive as a problem on the battlefield actually has an easy solution!"

"Take our current predicament for example. Even if we don't resort to cannibalism, if we were to slaughter all the people of Wangzhou, wouldn't we no longer need to worry too much about the food problem?"

"But your grandfather knew this was the most effective method, so why didn't he use it?"

"Many choices on the battlefield are merely compromises made between the pursuit of victory and humanity, after weighing the pros and cons and reflecting on one's conscience!"

"Which general or commander hasn't had blood on their hands?"

"Do you think they didn't struggle or repent when faced with mountains of corpses and seas of blood?"

"How many generals never dared to return to their homeland in their entire lives? Why? It's because the soldiers they trained all died, and they dared not return to their homeland, dared not face the people of their homeland."

"Knowing the difficulty, yet not being intimidated by it; knowing the sin, yet not being trapped by it..."

Monk Dong, unusually patient, began to counsel Qin Yu.

Qin Yu's current state of mind is definitely problematic!

But he didn't think it was a huge problem.

This should be considered an essential stage in the development of a qualified commander.

Throughout history, there have been generals and commanders who went mad because of war!

There were also people like Xiao Jinggong who, after a major defeat, never dared to lead troops again for the rest of their lives.

Those people are trapped by themselves!

Qin Yu remained silent, quietly pondering Monk Dong's words.

Knowing the difficulties, but not being intimidated by them.

To acknowledge one's sins, but not to be bound by them!

These few words, though only a dozen or so, were like a wake-up call for Qin Yu.

"Thank you for your guidance!"

Qin Yuchong and Monk Dong raised their wine bowls in heartfelt gratitude.

Monk Dong raised his wine bowl and clinked it against Qin Yu's, saying, "That's all I can tell you. I can't say anything more!"

"Some things may sound simple, but understanding them doesn't mean you've mastered them."

"It's like practicing martial arts. Others can teach you the moves, but you need to understand and master them yourself!"

"And that's something no one can help you with!"

"This is like a hurdle. If you get past it, you're a general; if you don't, you're at best a low-ranking officer!"

Qin Yu nodded slightly and began drinking with Monk Dong.

The two chatted about this and that.

From Qin Yu's discussion with Zhao Luan and others last year about the plan to destroy Yan, to his efforts to reorganize the salt administration.

After some casual conversation, or perhaps because Dong the monk had enlightened him, or perhaps due to the effects of the alcohol, Qin Yu felt much better.

Thinking about it this way, there's nothing wrong with having a drink with someone when you're feeling down.

Qin Yu gave himself a plausible excuse.

After a few rounds of drinks, Monk Dong suddenly asked curiously, "By the way, what's your strength now?"

"Nine Realms"

Qin Yu answered honestly.

"What the heck?"

Monk Dong was completely taken aback; his voice rose eight octaves, and he stared at Qin Yu with eyes that looked as if he had seen a ghost.

He even doubted whether he had misheard.

He knew that Qin Yu's strength must have improved a lot, but he really didn't expect that this kid would become a ninth-level expert without making a sound.

"Nine Realms!"

Qin Yu repeated himself again, this time with a nonchalant, pretentious air.

It was as if this was nothing shocking at all.

"real?"

Monk Dong looked on with suspicion, seemingly still somewhat disbelieving.

Qin Yu rolled his eyes: "Given our relationship, why would I need to lie to you? Look at you, I'm not a grandmaster anymore, why are you so surprised?"

"Go to hell!"

Monk Dong, abandoning his previous advice, took a bite of meat indignantly and said, "It's your own fault for having mental issues! If you didn't have mental issues, then it would be against all reason!"

In just over a year, he went from a third-realm martial artist to a ninth-realm master!

He doesn't have mental health issues, but who does?

"You're just jealous!"

Qin Yu grinned.

"Nonsense! Ask any martial artist in the world, who the hell isn't jealous?"

Monk Dong said confidently, "If all martial arts practitioners in the world knew that you advanced from the third realm to the ninth realm in just over a year, more than 90% of them would have a serious mental breakdown!"

"What can I do? I'm just lucky."

Qin Yu chuckled.

"So, you deserve to have mental health issues!"

Monk Dong snorted, "You can't have all the good things in the world, can you?"

Qin Yu nodded slightly. "I agree with that!"

When he first decided to use the Transformation Yuan Technique to quickly improve his strength, Nan Que'er told him that if his strength improved too quickly, his mental state would easily become problematic.

But he still chose to improve his strength as quickly as possible.

The path you choose, you have to walk it to the end, even if you have to crawl on your knees!

If you choose the benefit of rapidly improving your strength, you must also bear the consequences.

Isn't it just a matter of mindset?

Having lived two lives himself, he refused to believe that he couldn't solve this problem.

Who knows, once I resolve my mental state issues, I might just step directly into the realm of a grandmaster!

"Let's drink! Let's drink!"

Monk Dong picked up his wine bowl. "If I'd known you'd already become a ninth-realm expert, why would I have bothered talking nonsense with you? I think I'm having some mental issues now. Do you want to give me some advice?"

"OK!"

Qin Yu laughed and advised, "No matter how terrible things you did in the past, the past is the past. Don't keep dwelling on it! Didn't you say yourself, 'Know your sins, but don't be bound by them'?"

He really wanted to give Monk Dong some advice.

Dong Heshang probably became a monk because he couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart!

That's just how people are!

They can give advice to others with great confidence, but when it comes to themselves, they find themselves trapped in the same predicament.

"You're getting cocky just because I called you fat?"

Monk Dong chuckled and glared at Qin Yu. "Who said I'm competing with myself?"

Qin Yu curled her lip, ruthlessly exposing his lie, "With your personality, if you weren't so hard on yourself, would you have become a monk?"

"You don't know anything!"

Monk Dong took a sip of wine and snorted, "All I did was lose control of that thing down there. I'm guilty in this life, but I'll find a chance to atone for it. Why am I arguing with myself?"

"What?"

Qin Yu's eyes widened. "So, this is why you became a monk?"

He thought that Monk Dong had done something that would anger both heaven and man!

In the end, he just couldn't control his manhood.

Why are the old folks so reluctant to talk about something like this?

Monk Dong paused for a moment, then said, "You could say that!"

"no……"

Qin Yu was speechless for a moment, then joked, "Did you sleep with concubines, princesses, or some important man's woman?"

Monk Dong's face stiffened, and he shrugged, saying, "You really guessed right."

"what?"

Qin Yu was stunned once again.

No way?

I just said it offhand.

Did this really hit a nerve?

This is kind of awkward!

Qin Yu quickly picked up his wine bowl and took a sip to cover up his embarrassment.

Monk Dong lowered his head and said softly, "I slept with Emperor Xiaowu's concubines..."

"puff!"

Qin Yu suddenly spat a mouthful of wine onto Dong Heshang's face, then blankly held the wine bowl in his hand, his face expressionless.

What the hell!

Is it that explosive?

That's Emperor Xiaowu!

Did he cuckold Emperor Xiaowu?

The key question is, he's still alive?

Shouldn't it have already been sliced ​​up under normal circumstances?

Let alone Emperor Xiaowu, even if this had happened to the late emperor, who was known for his benevolence and righteousness, he would not have tolerated it!

Depend on!

If he had known it was this, he wouldn't have bothered trying to persuade me!

"Can't you even drink properly, you little brat?"

Monk Dong wiped the wine off his face and glared at Qin Yu with displeasure.

"No, you..."

Qin Yu was somewhat incoherent, his head buzzing.

"Look at you!"

Monk Dong roughly guessed what Qin Yu was thinking and said calmly, "That happened after Emperor Xiaowu passed away..."