Cong Huaijin's happy days did not last long. Soon, she remembered the terror of once being under Martial Uncle Jiang's thumb.
"'Ren Water's flow is constant; washing rain cleanses all.' How do you interpret that?"
Faced with his question, Cong Huaijin stood rooted to the spot. Wisdom of the Dao sparked in her little head, and she answered fairly smoothly:
"Ren Water is the water of deep pools and cavern springs. It circulates without stagnating. Yang qi rises as vapor, while yin qi descends, so rain and dew bring moisture, and water springs forth. This is the constancy of its flow."
"Mm... not bad."
Jiang Yang toyed with the Jade Slip in his hand and nodded lightly.
"Clear water nourishes; turbid water floods. This path favors earth alongside it, moistening mountains and stones, yet when pools and marshes wind about, there is a risk of water drying up. How do you interpret that?"
This question was clearly much more profound than the first. Cong Huaijin racked her brains for a long time before stumbling through her answer:
"Clear... clear water is useful, turbid water is useless. For those born after Grain Rain, their qi gathers and has yet to disperse, so... the water often dries up."
"Why are you stammering? Your answer wasn't wrong. Be more confident."
Jiang Yang raised an eyebrow slightly at her answer and praised her with a smile.
"It's just that I don't feel very sure of myself."
Cong Huaijin was secretly delighted to hear that, but she still replied modestly:
"Besides Senior Butterfly-Bearing looking after me, Martial Uncle Bi has given me plenty of guidance too. He often asks me a few questions."
She was quick-witted by nature and blessed with a likable appearance, so everyone on the mountain adored her. She could settle in