When scholars have organization and endurance, they can easily form a competent team.
As for Xu Qing, he was always willing to perform the hardest and heaviest tasks, and these were opportunities to further cultivate his Bull Demon Strong Fist.
His martial skill in this technique was already very high, but he could still continue to practice indefinitely.
Xu Qing spent the afternoon sketching out a rough frawork, then went to see his lovely wife, as he still needed to guide Feng Wu in her manifestation breakthrough that night.
It truly was a taxing day.
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Upon returning to the courtyard, Feng Wu had already prepared food for him, the fragrant Yellow Millet Rice, a congratulatory gift from the Great Zen Temple.
It was even more than what Xu Qing had bought last ti.
Even monks can be opportunists.
Xu Qing felt this sentint internally as he dined with his wife.
During the al, they casually discussed the afternoon’s events.
If he were to die young, Feng Wu and her father would be his public successors; the darker, unseen matters would be entrusted to Su Lianqing.
Regarding his uncle,
Xu Qing wasn’t planning on involving him too deeply; just taking Xu Qing’s money, befriending the military officers of Jiangning Prefecture and Yingtian Prefecture, and engaging in diplomacy would suffice.
This would not pose too great a risk.
Feng Wu, a Divine Soul Expert, listened to these affairs without impatience, and grasping and rembering such matters was effortless for her.
She asked, "Where do the books in the Heavenly chanism Pavilion co from?"
Xu Qing replied, "I have my ways."
In his mind, there were many historical materials from his past life, which he planned to sift through for useful ones to bring out.
This was easy.
Using the power of Divine Soul for exorcism and multitasking to produce quick drafts before having them properly transcribed.
With these books, he could also leverage his reputation to exchange hidden volus with the nobles.
To further enrich the library.
This was a long-term process.
Moreover, he wasn’t planning to seal off the Heavenly chanism Palace; rather, he wanted to turn it into a library-like institution, conducive to the moral and intellectual education of the Holy Virtue, and even transform the palace into a grand academy.
These were all gradual processes.
Though he was in a rush to accomplish many things, he knew well that so matters had to evolve subtly step by step; the harder one tried, the greater the potential side effects.
Without Yan Shan and Xie Quan, many tasks fell to him, not that he couldn’t handle them, but it was indeed an energy drain.
Yet, both were also seeking official titles, which would facilitate their support for him later.
For now, Xu Qing could only bear the burden.
And during this period, he aid to recruit more talents.
After becoming the Top Scorer, he partook in many literary assemblies and simultaneously assessed the scholars of Jiangning Prefecture and its vicinities discreetly, searching for like-minded individuals.
Of course, mistakes in judgnt were inevitable, but handling affairs almost always requires correcting errors constantly.
Success wouldn’t co all at once; constructing skyscrapers wasn’t realistic.
Xu Qing and Feng Wu engaged in an in-depth, absorbed discussion.
Fortunately, given Xu Qing’s previous groundwork at the Imperial Inspector’s Governnt Office, Feng Wu was not surprised by his words.
Indeed, these activities were also part of cultivating the Divine Soul.
In the past, Chongyang True Master participated in the Imperial Examination and also established the Quanzhen Dao; this process entailed dealing with many tedious mortal tasks.
And the seven disciples of the Chongyang True Master were no ordinary people; many ca from prominent families or were wealthy.
To Feng Wu, the affairs Xu Qing was handling were not novel.
Even presently, compared to forebears like Chongyang True Master, Sun En, and Zhang Jiao, he still fell short.
Especially the latter two, who were truly great figures that shook the world, even altering the course of the world at one ti.
Cultivation is also about cultivating oneself; the conventional roles of lord and vassal don’t suit true cultivators.
Feng Wu found nothing wrong with this.
Rather, she saw it as natural.
After discussing these matters, the couple cleaned up.
Feng Wu asked, "Should this dicine be taken before or after?"
She was referring to the Seven Flower Ginseng Dew Pills.
Xu Qing replied, "Before."
Feng Wu nodded, taking one and began to circulate her Qi-Blood.
Xu Qing didn’t take any; he planned to take it afterward.
After all, taking it beforehand would imply that he depended on the dicinal strength to compete with his young wife, making the victory less honorable.
Another night of passion ensued.
They did so good and so bad.
Feng Wu was left utterly exhausted, but Xu Qing pulled her up.
"Now is the perfect ti to practice; do not slack off."
Helplessly, Feng Wu tried to enter ditation, but she was too limp and sore. After several attempts, she still couldn’t succeed.
Seeing this, Xu Qing used the principles he had grasped from the Innate Finger to gather her Qi-Blood and stabilize her spirit.
Feng Wu gradually found her pace, and her soul slowly entered a state of serene and boundless emptiness.
"The Dao that can be trodden is not the enduring and unchanging Dao. The na that can be nad is not the enduring and unchanging na. (The unnaable is the eternally real). Naming is the origin of all particular things..."
Xu Qing looked after her and recited the Daoist Scripture by her side.
With his high realm, chanting the Daoist Scriptures carried an essence of Mystical Sound, elucidating the mysteries of the Dao.
On another note, Xu Qing had never witnessed soone else’s Divine Soul manifesting; this was an excellent observational opportunity.
It would deepen his understanding of Divine Soul Cultivation.
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