Halcyon, oh Halcyon. Now that you've had the good fortune to join Mohist Hill and study alongside so many rema…
Halcyon, oh Halcyon. Now that you've had the good fortune to join Mohist Hill and study alongside so many remarkable people, you must remember to examine yourself three times a day: did you make it on time, did you make it on time, did you make it on time?
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17th Day of the Eighth Month
One careless slip today left Senior Brother Wanshi waiting in the autumn wind at Confluence Gazebo for the whole afternoon.
I really did have my reasons. While watching a Roman man perform with a great blade, I ran into someone making trouble. I only meant to scare him a little, but my qi ran straight down the sword and sent him flying several meters. In the end, I even had to take him to the clinic. If I tell Senior Brother, he'll definitely laugh at me, so I may as well prepare an apology gift instead. Now then, where did I put that old waterworks text I brought him last time? Oh, right. I split it in half by accident while fighting bandits on the way back to the mountain. I did patch it back together, but... sigh. Better copy out a new one by hand and go apologize properly.
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2nd Day of the Tenth Month
Today I was discussing the Dao with Master, and just as the argument was getting good, he nodded off again. How could I let him dodge reason with a nap? So I stayed in the study waiting for him to wake, and by the time he did, the stars were already out...
Which meant I missed my meal with Senior Brother Qizhe. I shut myself away for several days to reflect, and at last finished embroidering this square handkerchief. Only, the bird on it looks more like a big fat duck that fell in the water... Senior Brother Qizhe... probably won't mind... but I... had better keep practicing my needlework.
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23rd Day of the First Month
This is bad. Truly bad. This time I really did get so muddled from circulating my qi that I completely forgot I'd promised Master we'd go catch a big fish.
Then again, Master is always nodding off, so perhaps he forgot the time too? No, no. That would be deceiving one's master.
Ah, I've got it. Why not carve Master a bamboo hairpin? I can't say much for my other skills, but I do know my way around a sword.
And it would let him pin up that flowing hair of his, so when he nods off he won't keep going "achoo, achoo" and waking himself up when his own hair tickles him.
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