My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

"And why do you study? Have you truly understood the teachings of the sages?" Lin Ruohai asked coldly.

Qi Yu smiled and said, "There are houses of gold in books, there are beauties like jade in books, and there are countless profound truths in books!"

"I read books only to learn the teachings of sages, taking the essence and discarding the dross, and then to find the principles of being a person."

"Reading is for cultivating one's character and broadening one's horizons; these are the tangible things one can gain."

"Read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles. I read books to see a different world and not want to let illusions blind me."

Lin Ruohai frowned, finding himself unable to refute Qi Yu's words.

Moreover, compared to Qi Yu's reasons for studying, his own reasons were far too pedantic and ordinary.

The entire Su residence was deathly silent. Everyone, both inside and outside the hall, stared blankly at Qi Yu, who was speaking eloquently.

Only then did everyone in the Su family realize that Qi Yu had actually been a scholar before!

He truly is a scholar!

Every time I saw Qi Yu, he was so unserious and irresponsible, looking very frivolous, not at all like a scholar.

But just now, Qi Yu spoke eloquently, leaving Lin Ruohai speechless, and that's when they confirmed it.

Qi Yu was truly a scholar!

Su Chengying composed herself and observed Lin Ruohai's expression out of the corner of her eye; it was indeed very unpleasant.

"Cough cough!"

Su Chengying coughed, his face stern, and looked at Qi Yu, saying, "Yu'er, how dare you speak like that? Apologize to your Uncle Lin right now!"

Qi Yu also knew when to stop; pushing Lin Ruohai to the brink of death would not do him any good.

When speaking with a learned person, rely on debate!

In other words, eloquence!

Debating requires eloquence, a sufficient vocabulary, and most importantly, the ability to reason.

If you're in the right, you'll win no matter how you argue.

Even if you're in the wrong, you can't lose face.

We cannot lose momentum; as one side gains while the other loses, even black can be turned into white.

Qi Yu stood up, bowed to Lin Ruohai, and said, "I'm sorry, Uncle Lin, just pretend I was talking nonsense!"

Qi Yu apologized, giving Lin Ruohai a way out and allowing him to save face. He had no reason to take back his own way out.

Although Lin Ruohai was a pedantic scholar, he was not stupid; otherwise, he would not have been able to hold the position of Minister of Rites.

He knew when to stop while he was ahead, so he nodded and hummed in agreement.

Qi Yu's words were still echoing in his mind, and then he began to doubt himself.

Am I really just a bookworm who hasn't truly understood the teachings of the sages? Am I just taking things out of context?

Su Yue tugged at Qi Yu's sleeve, gesturing for him to sit down.

Qi Yu looked at Su Yue, and the slight unpleasantness he had felt earlier immediately vanished.

Trying to preach to me?

I've never lost a verbal battle!

"My dear wife, what would you like to eat? I'll get it for you. How about mooncakes? I made them myself!" Qi Yu said with a smile.

Su Yue shook her head and tugged at Qi Yu, urging him to sit down quickly.

Qi Yu shrugged and could only sit down.

Qi Yu thoroughly enjoyed the meal, but he didn't care about the others.

After finishing his meal, Lin Ruohai got up and left.

Qi Yu originally wanted to leave as well, but Su Chengying did call him out.

"Yu'er, it's the autumn examination today, and you're speaking to your Uncle Lin like that again. Is there something you're upset about?"

Su Chengying stood in the stone pavilion, his hands behind his back, and spoke casually.

Qi Yu was taken aback, and then he understood what Su Chengying meant.

He thought he clearly had such talent, but because he was stripped of his official rank, he could not participate in the autumn examination, and he was worried about his mental health.

"Father-in-law, do you think I'm the kind of person who would wallow in self-pity and be gloomy all day over something so trivial?" Qi Yu retorted.

Su Chengying turned her head, glanced at Qi Yu, and smiled.

Qi Yu is very open-minded, which is what he likes most about Qi Yu.

“I’ve already figured out a solution to your internal energy problem. You’re not suited for martial arts!” Su Chengying said.

Qi Yu was taken aback, not quite understanding Su Chengying's words. The result of thinking of a solution was that he was not suitable for martial arts.

“If you go to the capital, and if you have the opportunity, study the Taoist texts ‘The Treatise on Marrow Cleansing’ and ‘The Western Flow Classic.’ They can solve your problem of reversed internal energy,” Su Chengying said.

One's true energy will spread to all parts of the body and then slowly dissipate; it is impossible to store it.

The Treatise on Marrow Cleansing!

"west Liu Dian"!

Taoism?

Taoism?

But I don't want to be a Taoist priest!

Because his father went to Wudang Mountain to become a Taoist priest in order to learn martial arts!

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Chapter Seventy-Three: Flowers and Moonlight

Su Chengying left, but Qi Yu sat down in the stone pavilion.

It rained at noon, but it didn't rain in the evening.

Despite the thick clouds, the moon still managed to emerge from the sky.

A bright, full moon!

Looking at the moon, Qi Yu's thoughts drifted, and he didn't even notice Su Yue's arrival.

It wasn't until Su Yue sat down next to him that Qi Yu belatedly realized it was Su Yue. He smiled, then naturally put his arm around Su Yue's shoulder.

Su Yue leaned on Qi Yu's shoulder without saying a word.

"My lady, we'll be going to the capital in a few days!" Qi Yu said.

Su Yue nodded, it didn't matter where they went, as long as Qi Yu was there.

A touch of autumn chill seeps into my heart; a solitary figure in the stone pavilion finds it hard to sleep.

"With a beautiful woman by my side, I will never betray her heart or her promise."

Qi Yu was reciting poetry to himself, while Su Yue stared at him absentmindedly, then remembered the poem on the painting.

"Husband, aren't you resentful?" Su Yue asked.

Qi Yu was taken aback, then looked at Su Yue in surprise and asked, "What are you unwilling to accept?"

"You wrote those poems! Those three poems by Song Yuntao, you wrote them, didn't you?" Su Yue asked.

Qi Yu realized what was happening and laughed, "I wrote 'Autumn Thoughts,' but I didn't write 'Snow Plum' and 'Song of the Wanderer.' Those were written by the two seniors, Wu Yue and Meng Jiao. I just copied them."

Su Yue frowned, pondered for a while, then looked at Qi Yu and asked, "I've also been to school and read some books, how come I've never heard of these two people?"

Qi Yu was speechless. How was this explained? Did she mean her husband was an alien? From another world?

Will Su Yue believe me? Won't she think I'm crazy?

"My wife, if I said I was the reincarnation of the God of Literature, would you believe me?" Qi Yu asked with a smile.

Su Yue looked at Qi Yu, then laughed and scolded, "Husband, you're shameless!"

Qi Yu smiled, not refuting, but simply turned his head and gently pecked Su Yue on the forehead.

"If Song Yuntao wants those poems, then take them. I don't care. I have plenty of those kinds of poems; writing a thousand or eight hundred wouldn't be a problem," Qi Yu said with a smile.

“One thousand or eight hundred? I don’t believe it!” Su Yue said.

"Let's make a bet," Qi Yu said with a smile. "If I recite one poem, my wife will give me a kiss; if I recite five, she'll give me a kiss."

“Okay!” Su Yue said with a smile.

"It's a deal!"

Qi Yu coughed and looked at the full moon in the sky.

Dear esteemed literary figures, I'll borrow your poems for a moment. When I have some free time, I'll burn paper money in the dead to pay you for your copyrights.

"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"

"Flying guests from all corners of the world, their old wings have weathered many winters and summers."

"Joyful moments, bitter partings, and among them, foolish lovers."

……

After reading it, I wrote in my little notebook that I owed Senior Yuan Haowen one million ghost money as copyright fees!

When Yuan Haowen went to Bingzhou to take the imperial examination, he saw a goose hunter who had caught one goose. The other goose was circling in the sky and wouldn't leave. In the end, the goose in the sky fell to the ground and died, dying for the other goose.

Upon witnessing this scene, Yuan Haowen wrote the poem "The Wild Goose's Lament," one of his most classic love poems. The poem, "What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?" has been widely circulated.

"My lady, please! Do you want me to kiss you, or should I recite four more poems before you kiss me again?" Qi Yu turned his head and looked at Su Yue with a smile.

Su Yue stared blankly at Qi Yu, their noses less than a centimeter apart.

It seems like I don't need to copy anymore!

Qi Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he slowly lowered his head to kiss her.

Su Yue slowly closed her eyes, which was taken as her consent.

Qi Yu touched that soft spot, and his heart skipped a beat.