Spiritual energy resurgence? My former empress wife has also revived!

"The interplay of Yin and Yang is called the Dao; that which continues it is goodness; that which completes it is nature."

"Scholars should use an open and clear mind to understand the unspoken mysteries, observe phenomena and ponder words, explore the profound and hidden, and then they will know that movement and stillness have constants, and that bending and stretching interact with each other."

"If one merely adheres to the text and gets bogged down in exegesis, then one will miss the meaning of the sages."

The midday sun shone through the latticed window, falling on the boy who was reciting the words of the sages at his desk.

The boy was only twelve years old. Although still young, he was already handsome and elegant. His voice was clear as morning dew, and his eyes were deep as autumn water.

As his voice echoed as he read aloud, the cicadas outside the window suddenly stopped chirping, leaving only the scent of ink in the room.

Not far from the study was an exquisite wire cage. The cage was very clean, and a beautiful little white rabbit, gleaming in the moonlight, was curled up inside.

The cage contained cleaned vegetables and fruits such as bok choy and radishes, neatly arranged.

The rabbit ignored him, its eyes fixed on the boy reading aloud.

Half a month had passed since the hunt. Wang Shu thought she was going to be made into a spicy rabbit head, but she didn't expect that she would just be locked in a cage and treated as a plaything.

The arrow wounds on her body were still severe, making it difficult for her to move. However, she was lucky to have survived because she hadn't been turned into a spicy rabbit head.

Wang Shuxin felt a surge of relief.

wrong!

Bah! I am an ancient deity, the moon goddess Wangshu. Now I'm locked in a cage like a pet. How can I feel happy?

Moreover, the reason this little rascal is keeping me is definitely to fatten me up and then turn me into a spicy rabbit head.

Ha, such a young age and such wicked thoughts, these humans really deserve to die.

She looked at the neatly arranged vegetables and fruits and smiled disdainfully to herself.

Do you really think I'm a rabbit? I'm the Moon Goddess, would I eat something like this?

"Coo coo..."

The rabbit's stomach suddenly growled, and its face inexplicably turned red.

Damn it, I, the Moon Goddess, am actually feeling hungry.

Now I am but a mortal being, and if I don't eat, I might starve to death.

How about... just take a bite?

But I am the moon goddess, not a real rabbit, so why should I eat the food of these rabbits?

The rabbit hesitated for a long time, but finally gave in due to hunger.

How about we have a bite?

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

"..."

The rabbit quickly chewed the greens.

As a deity, she never ate anything in her life, never felt hungry, and never experienced the feeling of being full.

This sudden happiness moved her to tears.

These green vegetables smell delicious!

A dark shadow loomed over the cage.

The rabbit cautiously raised her head and saw that the little rascal standing in front of the cage, looking at her with a half-smile.

"Good, good, you're finally eating something. I thought you weren't going to eat."

"Good bunny, eat well, eat more, and get yourself fat and chubby."

"We'll make spicy rabbit head, cold rabbit ear salad, braised front legs, fried hind legs, and the tenderest breast meat, so we'll make five-spice rabbit cubes."

"The internal organs can be stir-fried or made into cold dishes, and the bones can be used to make soup for Dahuang. You little rabbit are truly a treasure from head to toe."

The twelve-year-old boy clapped his hands and laughed.

Wang Shu opened her mouth wide, unaware that the vegetables in her mouth had fallen out.

She trembled, feeling that humans were indeed terrifying.

Back when she was the Moon Goddess, she never ate people; at most, she made people kneel on the ground and pray.

Wang Shu glanced at the greens at the corner of her mouth.

She thought for a moment, then gritted her teeth and continued eating.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Even if I don't eat it, I doubt this little rascal will let me off the hook.

If that's the case, then let's eat our fill and get going!

Wang Shu felt that she was beyond saving.

She has lost all her supernatural powers and magic, and there is no longer any faith in her in the mortal world. Now she is no different from an ordinary person or a rabbit.

Such was her fate, and she unconsciously began to give up on herself.

Days passed by like this.

Wangshu would hide in the cage, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating.

The arrow wound in her buttocks had healed, and with nothing else to do, her greatest interest was watching that little rascal read.

Outside, cicadas chirped incessantly, while the study was trapped in the heat. Dappled sunlight streamed through the bamboo blinds on the window, and the ink on the pen tip, still wet, seemed about to evaporate into mist.

In the height of summer, people often feel thirsty and irritable.

But this had nothing to do with Wangshu; she remained in her cage, and had indeed grown plump and healthy.

During this period, she saw that little rascal go out, supposedly to take the county examination, and he passed the exam without any problems, thus qualifying for the prefectural examination.

Not long after, he went on another long journey to the prefectural capital to take the prefectural examination and became a student of the lowest rank.

After that, he could take the provincial examination. If he passed, he would become a scholar and be able to become an official.

The magistrate of Qin County held a grand banquet, inviting many friends to celebrate his son becoming a student of the Imperial Academy.

Wang Shu, however, found it boring. The little rascal had been away on a trip for the past few days, and she was feeling quite bored all by herself.

At the banquet, amidst the clinking of glasses, the father received various compliments from his old friends, making him laugh heartily.

The county magistrate, Qin, is sixty-two years old this year, while Qin Zijun is only twelve.

This was truly a case of having a child late in life, and one can imagine how much Qin Zijun doted on him.

At the banquet, Magistrate Qin praised an old Taoist priest highly.

The old Taoist priest had a youthful face and white hair; he was the abbot of a Taoist temple in the distance.

It is said that the reason why Magistrate Qin was able to remain so vigorous at such an advanced age and have a son was all thanks to a elixir given to him by this old Taoist priest.

"Master Yun Song, do you think my son has any talent for cultivation?"

Magistrate Qin spoke with great enthusiasm, taking the old Taoist priest's hand and leading him to Qin Zijun.

Master Yunsong carefully examined Qin Zijun for a few moments, then pinched his bones and took his pulse, before shaking his head regretfully: "Magistrate Qin, your son does not have any talent for cultivation."

Magistrate Qin was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this: "Alas, I haven't thanked the Daoist Master for his previous seclusion. I finally managed to invite him here after all this time, hoping to see if Ziju has any talent for cultivation. It seems he doesn't have that blessing."

Master Yunsong comforted him, saying, "Magistrate Qin, why be so concerned? I have heard of your son's reputation; he is known as the reincarnation of the 'God of Literature'."

"With your son's abilities, he will surely be able to obtain an official position in the court in the future. With his talent, he will be granted an official title by the King of Chu. This is no different from cultivation, and he will not have to experience the hardships of cultivation."

Magistrate Qin forced a smile, but remained deeply worried.

If the late emperor were still alive, he would naturally not have worried about his son's future.

But now the late emperor has passed away and a new emperor has ascended the throne, but no one knows how long the Chu Kingdom can hold out.

If it were a different dynasty that destroyed the Chu state, it would be better, as my son's talent and ability would allow him to be given important responsibilities in the new dynasty.

But if it were those immortal sects that destroyed the Chu Kingdom, then things would be very bad.

Those immortal sects only care about disciples with cultivation talent, not a scholar.

Therefore,

Magistrate Qin sought out the old Taoist priest Yun Song to see if his son was capable of cultivation.

If you can focus on both spiritual practice and studying, nothing will go wrong, no matter what the future holds.

Magistrate Qin was old and didn't have many years left to live. He only hoped that while he was still alive, he could find a good future for his son.

Seeing the worried look on Magistrate Qin's face, the old Taoist priest Yun Song took out a book and handed it to him: "Magistrate Qin, this is a basic cultivation technique. Have your son practice it."

"Perhaps I am not skilled enough and have misjudged your son's talent and aptitude? If your son truly has special talent, he can also embark on the path of cultivation by practicing this technique."

Magistrate Qin knew that this was the old Taoist priest repaying his last debt of karma.

By a twist of fate, he saved the old Taoist's life, and the old Taoist gave him a pill that allowed him to have a child.

Now, this basic cultivation technique has been given to me as a way of settling scores, and we will have no further connection with each other from now on.

The magistrate of Qin accepted the gift with gratitude, and the old Taoist priest enjoyed a feast before departing on his travels.

Qin Zijun walked to her father's side and smiled nonchalantly: "I know Father is thinking about my future, but Father is getting old, why bother to worry so much? Just enjoy your retirement."

"As the saying goes, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so you don't need to worry about me. Once I pass the imperial examination and become a scholar, it will be a great honor for our Qin family."

Seeing his son so sensible and filial, Magistrate Qin was greatly pleased. He patted Qin Zijun on the shoulder and asked, "Zijun, are you confident about this exam?"

"I am absolutely certain."

"Haha, I hope you're not just talking big. Take this manual and practice it however you like. Don't worry if you don't make a name for yourself."

Magistrate Qin handed the basic training manual to Qin Zijun.

Qin Zijun did not practice this technique.

He's not really a child. After so many reincarnations, he knows better than anyone whether he has the talent for cultivation.

In this life, he was truly just an ordinary mortal.

However, Qin Zijun had an idea in her previous life, and since she was born in the Yun Dynasty in this life, perhaps she could try to put her idea from her previous life into practice.

That is, to create a new system of spiritual practice!

Back in the living room, he saw the rabbit in its cage fast asleep and couldn't help but chuckle.

The next day,

Wang Shu, who was fast asleep, suddenly felt her "house" shake.

Opening her bleary, scarlet eyes, she found herself being led out of the house by that little rascal in a cage.

Is this the final step in turning me into a spicy rabbit head?

Wang Shu was already numb and had long been prepared for this ending.

That's fine too. Having lost all his magical powers, there's no difference between being alive and dead, so it's better to die sooner.

Qin Zijun took the rabbit back to the old forest of Shoushan.

He opened the cage, grabbed the rabbit by the ears, and pulled her out.

Gently placing it on the ground and stroking its snow-white fur that shimmered with moonlight, Qin Zijun smiled and said, "Little rabbit, I know you are no ordinary creature, but even I can't tell exactly what you are. It's truly amazing."

"You rabbit, you eat and drink my water at my house, but you don't contribute anything. I'm in a bad mood, and just looking at you annoys me, so I'm not keeping you anymore. Get out of here."

Wang Shu was stunned.

This little rascal is actually not making spicy rabbit heads anymore, and instead he's letting me go?

Hearing Qin Zijun say that he couldn't even tell what he was, Wang Shu felt both proud and disdainful.

Hmph, I am an ancient deity, the moon goddess Wangshu. Of course you have never seen a god!

In this life, Qin Zijun has not yet experienced the previous life in the 'Primordial Great Luo Heaven', so he truly does not understand the ancient gods.

Seeing that the rabbit didn't move, Qin Zijun shoved the cultivation manual in her hand into the rabbit's mouth, kicked its butt, and waved her hand: "Hurry up and go, or I'll feed you to Big Yellow!"

The rabbit was startled and ran forward in a panic.

After running a distance, I looked back and saw that little rascal standing in the same spot.

Watching her run off into the distance, the little rascal put his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Little rabbit, be careful! Don't get eaten by wild animals one day, or I won't be there to collect your corpse!"

Wang Shu spat, "That little rascal, he can't say anything nice."

She glanced at the martial arts manual she was holding in her mouth.

She recognizes human writing, but she doesn't want to practice this technique.

Ancient gods did not need to cultivate; faith was enough.

The earliest cultivation techniques of humankind were created by the "Primordial Great Luo Heaven," and all subsequent cultivation techniques evolved from it.

How can I repair my enemy's things?

But after thinking about it, I realized that if I didn't cultivate myself, I would probably be a rabbit for the rest of my life.

With a determined look, Wang Shu decided to practice this technique!

Hmph, once I've completed my cultivation, I'll go back and seek revenge on you!

You dare to keep a god in a cage? You're courting death!

……

The cold winters and hot summers have come and gone, and another summer has arrived.

People in Shoushan County stood on both sides of the street, craning their necks to look ahead.

"Here he comes! It's the magistrate's son!"

"Young Master Qin, at the tender age of thirteen, has already passed the imperial examination and become a scholar, making him the youngest scholar in the nearly six thousand years since the founding of our Chu Kingdom!"

"The examiner said that Young Master Qin has the potential to be the top scholar."

"Wow, look at that young master Qin, so young and handsome, I wonder which girl will be lucky enough to marry him in the future."

"I think it's you, you little slut, who's taken a fancy to the county magistrate's son."

"..."

Qin Zijun became a scholar at the age of thirteen, making him the youngest scholar in the thousands of years of history of the Chu Kingdom. The examiners were amazed by his writing and said that he had the potential to become the top scholar.

In no time, this "God of Literature descended to earth," who was only known in Shoushan County, became famous throughout the entire prefecture.

Magistrate Qin laughed heartily as he greeted his son as he returned to his residence.

suddenly,

A fine horse galloped by, and on its back sat a knight in full armor.

The knight, holding the imperial edict, loudly proclaimed, "Qin Zijun, receive the decree!"

Everyone was startled and quickly listened to the imperial decree.

"Qin Zijun, a student from Shoushan County, passed the imperial examination at the age of thirteen. His literary talent is exceptional and truly rare. I was very pleased to hear of his talent."

"I hereby bestow upon you one hundred taels of gold and ten bolts of brocade as a sign of imperial favor. So be it!"

The local people were in an uproar, and Magistrate Qin was especially excited.

The imperial edict contained few rewards, but that was not important. What was important was that the son, at only thirteen years old, had already reached the emperor's ears and become known to the king.

This is extremely important for an official; his son's future career in government is already on a bright future.

Magistrate Qin hurriedly invited the knight into his residence and announced to the people that he would be distributing porridge.

In high spirits, Magistrate Qin said, "Son, now that you've passed the imperial examination and become a scholar, is there anything you want? Your father will grant it."

Qin Zijun, mounted on her horse, suddenly turned her head and pointed to a corner: "Father, I want her!"

Magistrate Qin was shocked. "Son, what are you doing? Are you trying to abduct a woman?"

He looked in the direction Qin Zijun was pointing and saw a poorly dressed, disheveled little girl standing on a street corner.

He was startled when he saw Qin Zijun pointing at him.

Magistrate Qin breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out they only wanted a little beggar.

Although he didn't know why Qin Zijun wanted a little beggar, he was overjoyed and declared, "My son is kind-hearted and can't bear to see such a young girl wandering the streets. He has the spirit of his father!"

"Hey little girl over there, come here. From now on, you can work as a maid in my household."

The people around were filled with envy upon hearing this.

Everyone knows that Magistrate Qin is generous and kind. Even a maid in the Qin household would live a good life.

Only Wang Shu was dumbfounded.

I was a pet before, and now that I've finally transformed from a rabbit into a human, you want me to be a maid?

He really is still that little rascal!