"Mr. Xu, do you know how scholars enter the path?"
Chen Mo picked up a cup of tea on the table, his face expressionless staring at Xu Changqing.
"The Taoist Master taught me"
Xu Changqing lowered his head in thought for a while, and then suddenly lifted his head, excitedly calling out; These days, he has been secluded in his room, except for eating and bathing, he has not come out again. He is trying to understand the way to enter the Dao. However, there is no progress at all.
Chen Mo put down the teacup in his hand, "For warriors, entering the Dao involves cultivating Qi and the body. I am a body cultivator, having set a precedent for warriors. Now, although I have no trace of spiritual energy, I can use my Qi and blood as guidance, my flesh and bones as strength, to achieve immortality. But scholars are different from these two; they cultivate their bones."
"The so-called literary demeanor is about cultivating the bones of scholars. When the literary demeanor is formed, the boundless righteousness emerges, and then the Dao is complete...Mr. Xu is over seventy, and he has wasted decades to enter the Dao. He has long since cultivated a sturdy iron will, but what he lacks is that final mouthful of boundless righteousness."
Xu Changqing's eyes brightened slightly, and he excitedly stood up, "Boundless righteousness, boundless righteousness. Dao Ancestral, where is the last mouthful of boundless righteousness in my old age?"
Chen Mo shook his head, "Boundless righteousness sounds very mysterious when spoken of. It's like the spiritual energy I see in cultivators of Qi - they can perceive it, but I have no sensation at all. This kind of question, you shouldn't ask me; instead, you should ask yourself...".
Xu Changqing furrowed his brow, and smiled bitterly, "If I knew, I wouldn't need to ask you."
"That's all for today, Mr. Xu. It's late at night, and I won't disturb you."
Chen Mo stood up, and Xu Changqing sincerely saw him to the gate of the mansion. On the way, he specially invited the former to stay for the night at the mansion, but was refused.
As he was about to leave, Chen Mo slightly turned his head and looked at Xu Changqing, who had a face full of reluctance, and smiled, "Mr. Xu, do you remember why you were in office, why you resigned, and why you were so persistent in entering the Dao?"
Xu Changqing was stunned, his pale lips quivered slightly, and a smile emerged from the face that looked like bitter gourd, "Thank you for Dao Ancestral's guidance."
After Chen Mo left the Xu mansion, the city of the emperor had already implemented curfew, and with no way to go out, he had to stay at an inn nearby. The next morning, he hurried back home.
Chen Mo was away all night, and everyone worried about him. They were afraid that he might be targeted by Chen Guang, or that he might be assassinated by killers sent by King Ning. But seeing him safe and sound, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Mo comforted the crowd, chatted for a while about his warmth, and then closed himself in his room. He locked the door for a whole day until the evening when he came out with a pale complexion. Afterward, he told everyone that they would go sightseeing in the capital tomorrow morning.
The little dumpling was excitedly overjoyed. She had heard a lot about the many delicious and fun things in the capital, full of anticipation. Although she had bad memories of the capital, for a foodie like her, those memories were nothing compared to the food.
Li Wu Xin also had some expectations, but it was not for the prosperity of the capital. Rather, it was about being able to spend time with Chen Mo.
Su Yuomo felt a lot of emotions. She grew up in the capital, where there were memories of both good and bad. Because of Long Hua, she was afraid of the capital, but if she could be with Chen Mo and the others, it wouldn't be so terrifying.
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, as bodyguards, naturally ensured the safety of everyone. Compared to sightseeing, they were more concerned with the safety of those they were protecting, so they couldn't be said to be very happy.
Zhao Mother stayed in the four-courtyard house for a while. Under the care of Fu Bei, she recovered most of her health. Taking advantage of her illness just starting to heal, Chen Mo strongly suggested going to the capital and Zhao Mother agreed; as for Zhao Qingling, she eagerly wanted to follow.
Fu Bei was over sixty years old, and he was not suitable for going around all the time. After returning to Lin City, he lay in bed for a few days. However, under Chen Mo's strong request, he reluctantly accepted; He had agreed to go sightseeing with the whole family, and if he refused, it would be too disappointing.
As for Pei Jiangnan and the others from the Zhenwu Commission, they had come to protect Chen Mo in the first place. With the entire family leaving, they had no reason to stay behind, so they naturally followed along as well.
The plan had been set, and everyone went to bed early to rest and recharge. However, the little dumpling ran over to Chen Mo in a mysterious manner, hugging his leg, with her big eyes twinkling as she stared at him.
"What's wrong, Little Bean?"
Chen Mo indulgently touched her hair and spoke softly.
"Brother, Little Bean heard that the capital is very prosperous, and the children there have their own names. But Little Bean has been an orphan since she was young, without a name, and because she was weak-looking, others called her Little Bean. But Little Bean also wants a name. Can you give me one?"
The little dumpling's eyes were filled with longing, as she playfully clung to Chen Mo's leg.
"I'm not good at giving names either."
Chen Mo was somewhat helpless, sat down with the little dumpling on his thigh, and then rubbed her hair, "A name, naturally has a name and a surname. Little Bean, what do you want to be called?"
"I'll take the surname of my brother."
"Alright..."
Chen Mo sighed bitterly and looked at the full moon in the sky. His face was filled with bitterness.
"Brother, are you troubled?"
"Everyone has things on their minds. You'll understand when you grow up. Many things in this world are beyond our control... Alright, I'm the one giving you a name, so why do I need to say all this... Little Bean, how about the name Chen Yue?"
"Chen Yue, Chen Yue... Hehe, Brother, I'll just be called Chen Yue. But what is this month?"
"The 'month' in Chen Yue refers to the moon. A full moon represents reunion, and I hope that in the future, our big family can be as united as a full moon."
"Hehe, with my brother, our big family can be united for a lifetime."
The little dumpling jumped off Chen Mo's thigh, "Little Bean has a name now, it's Chen Yue. I want to tell the sisters about this."
As she spoke, the little dumpling ran into the guest room to tell Liu Wu Xin and others the good news.
Chen Mo looked up at the full moon in the sky and muttered, "Full moon, unity... This wish, I'm afraid, will not be fulfilled..."
