The first top lady

Huangdaohui. Xuanwutang.

Today, the Huangdao Association's Qinglong, Baihu, Zhuque, and Xuanwu halls are holding their mid-year martial arts competition. Huangpizi is sitting on the training ground of the Xuanwu Hall, and is reviewing the situation of each hall with the four elders of the association.

Suddenly, a disciple of the Huang Dao Society ran in from outside the training ground, leaned over and whispered something in the yellow-skinned man's ear.

The yellow-skinned man thought in silence for a while, then gave some unknown order, and the disciple immediately ran away.

After Fen Sa came out of the auction house, he walked for about ten minutes.

With his speed, Song Yixuan couldn't catch up with him, so he walked to the roadside stall with peace of mind to rest.

"Boss, bring me a pot of tea. Longjing tea must be brewed before Qingming Festival, Pu'er tea must be brewed from Jingmai Mountain, and Taquan Yunwu tea must be brewed with water of 95 degrees." Fen Sa said.

The tea stall owner rolled his eyes at him and casually brought a pot of tea from the stove. "I don't have any of what you just mentioned. I only have broken tea. You can drink it if you want."

He put down the teapot and left, went into the shed, picked up a tattered novel and continued reading it with relish.

Fen Sa was not angry. He poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.

It has a unique flavor!

"Boss, how much can you earn in a day from this tea stall?" Fen Sa asked.

The boss said without even looking up: "It's not profitable."

Fen Sa laughed and said, "Why open it if it doesn't make money?"

The boss then put down the novel, looked at him and said, "You don't understand this, do you? My tea stall is a must-go place for the business activities of the five major gangs. Sitting here, I can observe the major actions of the main figures in the Forbidden City every day. I plan to write a book of observation notes in the Forbidden City. It will be an artistic creation and sublimated. It will definitely be a masterpiece that will shock the literary world all over the world."

Fen Sa said slowly, “I understand.”

"Get it?" The boss looked proud. Although he hadn't started writing yet, he felt like he had already published it and won an award. "I usually don't tell others about such important things."

Someone who lived nearby passed by the tea stall and greeted the owner when he saw him: "Old Ge, have you finished writing your novel? I'm waiting for you to read it."

The boss waved his hand and said calmly, "Okay, okay, it will be ready soon."

Another man came around the corner on a bicycle, stood up and shouted to the people in the shed, "Old Ge, haven't you finished writing your novel yet? I've pulled out the grass on my grandfather's grave five times. Can I burn it for him this year?"

"Go away!" The boss stretched out his hand to chase the person away.

But the man had already ridden a long way.

Fen Sa lowered his head to drink tea, smiling from ear to ear.

Is this what you call "not telling anyone"? Everyone on the street knows about it, even everyone in the forbidden area knows about it.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Fensa?"

Fen Sa suppressed his smile, held the teacup, and looked up.

He saw a not-so-good-looking man bowing to him.

"I don't know you." Fen Sa said indifferently.

The man said politely, "Mr. Fen Sa, I am a disciple of the Huangdao Society. Our president recently received a pink-colored hollowed-out auspicious and abundant rotating vase and a set of peace notes. I wonder if Mr. Fen Sa is interested in them."

Fen Sa couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and curled his lips slightly. Although he had seen through Huang Daohui's plan to deliberately lure him there, he still put down his teacup and said, "Okay."

"please!"

Fen Sa picked up the hood from behind and put it on his head, then stood up and walked towards Xuanwu Hall.

After the auction, Song Yixuan and the other three had afternoon tea inside.

"Why hasn't he come back yet?" Song Yixuan had no intention of chasing him. Could it be that his disciple really ran away?

What's more, Shen Yang is still by her side?

She wasn't worried at all.

Song Yice paused as he was about to insert the needle, looked up and met Shen Yang's eyes.

"Did you stab the wrong way?" he asked.

Shen Yang lowered his eyes, glanced at his arm which was full of puncture wounds, and said, "No."

"Master, why are your acupoints different from others?" Song Yice was practicing with Shen Yang.

This is the first time.

Shen Yang's expression did not change at all, and he said calmly: "Because... evolution."

"Huh?" Song Yice was unconvinced. "Master, are you evolving the wrong way? This is not how humans evolve."

Shen Yang said: "It's not time yet."

Song Yice was puzzled, "When? When?"

Shen Yang said: "When humans evolve into someone like me."

Song Yice: “…”

He quickly withdrew the needle, muttering, "I must have inserted the needle wrongly. My master was injured. My master is injured——"

Shen Yang smiled and said nothing more.

He and Fensa both came from thousands of years later, so they were naturally more evolved than the people here.

Energy rings were a technological achievement of that era, but one also had to evolve the body to be able to harness the energy of nature.

The energy of nature always exists, so even if they fall into this time and space, they can use the energy ring to drive the energy between heaven and earth for their own use.

But the energy two thousand years ago and two thousand years later is still different. He and Fensa are also trying their best to avoid being harmed by the "ancient" unknown energy.

They still don't understand much about the world here.

"Ms. Song." It was the host who just hosted the auction.

Song Yixuan asked, "Do you have something to give me?"

"No." The host smiled politely, "Oh no, there is..." Would it offend her if I said no? I had to say yes, "There is a thousand-year-old blood jade!"

He winked at the person next to him, and saw that his clothes were the same as the one that Fen Sa had just seen.

Soon, the man brought a box.

The host opened the box and placed it on the table. He turned the box toward Song Yixuan and said, "Miss Song, what do you think?"

It is a blood jade peace locket.

The color is perfect and rich.

Song Yixuan asked, "Did you dig it out from a grave again?"

The host just laughed. He really couldn't refute it. "As far as I know, this is the best blood jade on the market, and it is worth a lot."

Song Yixuan originally wanted to pick it up and have a look, but when he thought that this thing had been in a dead person's mouth, he withdrew his hand.

Still feels a bit awkward.

Shen Yang took it directly, and after examining it for a while, he said, "Not bad! It's a good thing."

Song Yixuan pushed the box in front of Shenyang and said, "Then I'll give it to you."

Shen Yang pursed his lips and smiled softly, saying, "Okay. In exchange, you can make a condition to me."

"Just owe it to me first." Song Yixuan said, "But there's one thing I don't understand. When we first met, you were an old man, so why are you now..."

She dragged out the last syllable and pointed her finger at Shen Yang.

Song Yice corrected her, "Sister, it's maodi."

An octogenarian.

Song Yizhen paused and refused to admit, "I, I meant old. Old means very old."

Song Yice admired her and agreed to her request.

Shen Yang nonchalantly played with the thousand-year-old blood jade with one hand. The blood-red jade buckle rolled on his slender fingers, and the coolness danced on his skin.

He smiled and said, "Because... evolution."

Song Yice's expectant eyes suddenly disappeared, and he lowered his head to continue wiping the newly acquired silver needle box.

It seems that Master won’t be able to recover for a while. I hope my sister won’t do anything earth-shattering, otherwise I won’t be able to handle it alone.

Song Yixuan didn't think Shen Yang's words were unreliable. On the contrary, she believed his answer, just as she believed Fen Sa.

"Having evolved to your level, can you do anything?"

Shen Yang said: "It has nothing to do with evolution. The idea of ​​'doing nothing but achieving everything' has existed for thousands of years."

Although Song Yixuan did not have a high level of education, she was not really a person of shallow knowledge. In her opinion, Shen Yang was indeed a person who could reach the realm of freedom.

She couldn't help but ask: "So, what you are pursuing is the 'Tao'?"

Shen Yang smiled, which was his agreement.

Song Yixuan continued, "Birth, aging, illness and death are the laws of nature. If rejuvenation becomes the norm, is it that humans have overcome the laws of nature, or that the laws of nature have changed humans?"

Shen Yang said: "The only thing that remains unchanged in this world is change. And law is nothing more than orderly change. From birth to death is the law of nature, and from death to birth is also the law of nature. What we have to do is to follow the operation of nature, rather than being trapped by the laws of nature."

Song Yizhen only half understood, "How come we are trapped by the laws of nature?"

Shen Yang looked at Song Yixuan meaningfully and said, "When you are struggling with whether it conforms to the laws of nature, you are already trapped by the laws of nature."

There was something hidden in his words.

Song Yixuan knew that she had been trapped for a long time, and she was trapped by herself.

What trapped her was not the laws of nature but the rules of society, the emotions that could not be undone and the righteousness that could not be shaken off.

Song Yizhen asked again: "What do you think of 'going against the will of heaven and changing one's fate'?"

"Sky?" Shen Yang raised his head slightly and glanced upwards.

Is God’s will really right?

He couldn't help but think of the dragon that went against the heaven, because that was the dragon that unjustly bore the sin of the heaven.

"If we can treat all things in the world equally, then there is no difference between going against the will of heaven and going against the wishes of our parents and elders." Shen Yang chuckled and said, "Aren't all people rebellious? As for changing your fate..."

He paused and continued, "Do you think the fate you know is really the destiny set for you by God? Everything is just your own psychological suggestion and fantasy life."

Then he looked up at Song Yixuan and said seriously, "You're just thinking too much! The idea of ​​changing your fate against the will of heaven is too high-sounding. It's better to just do it if you want to."

Song Yixuan stared at him quietly, as if thinking about something.

Just do it if you want to?

It was exactly the same thing that Guan Qian had said to her before.

"You guys..." Song Yice was confused, "What are you talking about?"

Shen Yang sipped tea elegantly, while Song Yixuan turned the lid of the cup.

"No, Master!" Song Yice grabbed Shenyang's arm and shook it hard. "If I can't change my fate, then no one will believe my fortune telling in the future. How can I make money?"

Tea spilled all over his hands and Shen Yang sighed helplessly.

This disciple is usually very smart, why can't he think straight now?

Are you blinded by money?