Evolution Paradise, are you the disaster?

Chapter 754 Master and Disciple

The ancient star of the Big Dipper is not peaceful these days. Cultivators who cannot even leave the planet have carved out their own territories and formed forces of varying sizes. The regular forces rely on the major sects and factions, while the major sects and factions rely on the supreme forces that possess the supreme imperial weapons and the foundation of their inheritance.

Meng Yi humbly said that he was not an "immortal" and that being able to travel the world in the dead of winter was not something an ordinary person could do.

That ethereal, otherworldly quality, untouched by the chaos of the outside world, was, in the eyes of the peasant family, closer to the true meaning of "immortal" than the "Immortal Master" of the Feathered Divine Dynasty who had taken away "Second Anchor Point Ye Sheng" a few days earlier.

The difference between Meng Yi and the 'Immortal Masters' of the Feathered Divine Dynasty is that the 'Immortal Masters' of the Feathered Divine Dynasty are arrogant and haughty, while Meng Yi, who is more capable, is likely to treat everything equally.

After some conversation, Meng Yi did not accept the title of 'Immortal Master'. The peasant woman and her family respected Meng Yi's wishes and addressed him as "Mr. Bai" based on the surname he revealed.

In most places, educated people will be respected, provided there is no direct conflict of interest.

Unable to resist the warmth of the peasant family, Meng Yi spent the night in a wooden house whose living conditions were only slightly better than his old home in Warhammer Nest.

Having automatically acquired the status of a 'VIP guest,' he naturally had a single room, while the farmer's family of six, plus their daughter, squeezed into another room.

That night, the middle-aged man frequently got up to add firewood to the kang (a heated brick bed), fearing that his humble abode might be too cold and make him look bad for his distinguished guest.

"No wonder."

Lying on his bed in the master bedroom, Meng Yi gazed at the starry sky through the drafty window. He transformed the ordinary changes of the stars into an observation of fate, and the past and future, "predestined and destined," were clearly visible in his eyes.

I'm happy, and human nature is a very complex thing.

The deserted village located in the primordial region of the ancient Big Dipper star is clearly the future "Holy Land of the Ancient Big Dipper Star".

The "Supreme Emperor Weapon - Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron" forged by a sage of the fourth level of the Sendai Heaven was a gift of gratitude from the Ruthless Great Emperor to the desolate village.

The "Ruthless Lineage," which is closely associated with the "Yaoguang Holy Land," is the descendant of the peasant woman's family.

The Ruthless lineage is protected by the "Supreme Imperial Weapon - Devouring Demon Jar", and also has the complete inheritance of "First Empress - Devouring Demon Art" and "Second Empress - Undying Heaven Art".

The "Yaoguang Holy Land" possesses supreme imperial weapons, but lacks the complete cultivation techniques of great emperors;

The Ruthless lineage possesses both an ultimate imperial weapon and two cultivation techniques;

The Empress's humanity, seemingly destined for a predetermined future, is revealed through her favoritism and differential treatment.

Even if the Ruthless Great Emperor had annihilated the universe and devoured countless bloodline factors to forge a chaotic body, and even if she had continuously suppressed the universe for nearly 40,000 years as the "Three Incarnations of the Southern Ridge Heavenly Emperor," she could not possibly harbor any ill will towards this village or this family.

This is the meaning of "Humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings?"

There are many similar cases. Even after the "Pan-Human History: The Chu-Han Contention" ended, Han Xin, the military genius who returned home in glory, was still able to put aside the pride of a feudal lord and personally express his sincere gratitude to the benefactor who had given him a meal years ago.

For example, in the "Journey to the West test field," Sun Wukong broke free from the suppression of the Five Elements Mountain. Why did he stain his hands with blood for the first time? The shepherd boy's family who gave Sun Wukong peaches were killed by bandits. How could Sun Wukong remain indifferent?
Meng Yi strongly agrees with the view of Xuanzang of the Yogacara school, that spiritual practice is essentially about cultivating the mind.

Ascending to a higher level of life is a comprehensive process, including the level of one's state of mind. Blindly pursuing trivial details is a mistake and leads to a lower level of achievement.

Whether good or bad, all I ask is to have a clear conscience and to have no regrets after making a move.

……

The next day, Meng Yi planned to build a house in the deserted village. It was fine once or twice, but it was not a good idea to always encroach on other people's cramped space.

He didn't use any extraordinary methods; with a calm and serene mind, he built a wooden courtyard by hand using the power that ordinary people possess.

The ingenious use of various tools and the unimaginable technical thinking amazed the villagers who came to watch.

The title "Mr. Bai" was widely recognized by the villagers of Huangcun, and in private conversations, the villagers all referred to Meng Yi as "Immortal Master".

As a courtyard, whose design, aesthetics, safety, and rationality far surpassed those of the abandoned village, rose from the ground, the four-year-old girl, who had been like a "longing stone" since her brother's passing, had a special light in her eyes.

She didn't want to just drift along; she wanted to change something, such as her own destiny, or one day to personally see if her brother, who had embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation, was doing well.

Meng Yi didn't talk to the little girl, but the subtle and indirect influence of the new things helped her out of her low period.

The autistic little girl became more lively, as if a spark of hope had ignited her lifeless heart.

A few days later, the courtyard was completed.

Meng Yi went out hunting and brought back some meat. He cooked a feast for the villagers who had helped him build his house, just to learn some skills.

In return for a favor, a villager from a relatively well-off family generously offered a bottle of cloudy wine made from grains that were considered precious in this era.

Some confident villagers, half-awake and half-drunk, sang folk songs that had been passed down for centuries, or danced joyfully around the bonfire.

Suddenly, an ordinary meal took on a special meaning, and the atmosphere became as lively as a festival.

……

The music ended, the guests and hosts had a good time.

The neighboring farm woman and her family helped clean up the chicken feathers scattered everywhere, and the little girl, unusually, also did what she could to help.

The little girl is young, but she's quite shrewd.

Little did they know that the peasant woman and Meng Yi had seen through their little scheme, but neither of them had pointed it out.

Late at night, the little girl left the farmer's house, which was still relatively warm.

She sneaked back to her cold home, rummaged through her drawers and picked out the cleanest, most formal outfit she could never bear to wear, and then knocked on Meng Yi's door.

When you need something from someone, it's perfectly reasonable to present your best self.

"Mr. Bai, are you asleep?"

The little girl whispered in her childish voice, her face flushed red from the biting cold wind.

"Come in, the door's unlocked." Meng Yi, who was sitting at his desk in the master bedroom of the courtyard and idly browsing the latest hot news and information related to "All Heavens Forces: Fictional History Organization" and "All Heavens Forces: God Space" on his blog, replied casually.

The four-year-old girl tiptoed into the room.

Afraid of disturbing Meng Yi, she kept her voice down and closed the door to prevent the hot air in the room from escaping.

The desk lamp flickered, the only source of light in the room.

Meng Yi remained silent, as did the little girl; the simple house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The little brat's self-control is definitely not as good as Meng Yi's old tricks.

Minutes, hundreds of years, tens of thousands of years, several eras—it makes no difference to Meng Yi.

Standing near the door, the defeated little girl pouted and clenched her fists with her warmed hands, as if that would give her courage.

Seeing Meng Yi flipping through his books from time to time, the little girl wanted to say something several times.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

When the energy in her chest had accumulated to its peak, the little girl exclaimed, "Mr. Bai, are you an immortal? Can you teach me how to cultivate?"

After saying that, the little girl closed her eyes, waiting for a response, whether it was a success or a failure.

She has done her best, and she has no regrets whether she seized the opportunity or not.

chances are for people who are prepared.

Even if an opportunity is presented to you, it will be of no use if you don't even have the courage to reach out.

……

Meng Yi stopped turning the pages of his book, turned to look at the little girl with her eyes closed, and said in a calm tone, "I am not an immortal, but I can teach others cultivation. If you are willing, you can learn some protective techniques that are not considered 'immortal' skills."

"There always needs to be a reason. Answer me, why should I teach you? And why you of all people?"

The little girl's mood changed rapidly, like riding a roller coaster.

Before she could even feel happy, a bucket of cold water called "reality" was poured over her, extinguishing the glimmer of joy in her heart.

"I...I...I..."

The little girl stammered, unable to speak. Her chaotic thoughts prevented her from thinking calmly. She racked her brains but couldn't figure out what price she could pay to move the person in front of her.

"I'm sorry! I disturbed Mr. Bai."

After a long while, the distraught little girl wiped away the tears on her face.

She politely apologized for her rashness, then turned to leave Meng Yi's residence.

"Stop now, I agree. You've passed your first lesson."

The heavenly voice rang out, and the little girl's expression was highly similar to the iron mask she treasured, which seemed to be both crying and laughing, but joy and laughter were the dominant trait.

Learn to be proactive, learn to say no, and learn to think about why.

"At such a young age, it is rare and precious that he knows how to seize opportunities and take responsibility for his actions."

Meng Yi said two sentences. The first sentence was about the teaching content of the "first lesson". The second sentence was both a praise for the little girl and a point about the answer sheet submitted by the little girl.

……

Winter departs, and spring awakens.

Meng Yi took the little girl who had learned to read and left the deserted village for the "Second Lesson: Read Ten Thousand Books, Travel Ten Thousand Miles, and Integrate Knowledge with Action".

He wants his little girl to understand the world through her own eyes and comprehend the core theme of "1.0 Realm: True Self": "What I want."

Before leaving, Meng Yi left the abandoned village with some knowledge and technology that would improve the village's future life without bringing disaster.

Even for such a small change to the "predetermined future, the inevitable fate," Meng Yi paid a price.

On the rugged mountain road leading away from the deserted village, the little girl walking on foot felt excited and reluctant, but eventually returned to calm.

"teacher."

"Ok?"

"Mr. Bai."

"Ah."

The change in address reflects the way the master and apprentice interacted.

Although Meng Yi agreed to teach Xiao Nannan, he never accepted her as a disciple. Therefore, he could only be called "Mr. Bai".

The little girl asked casually, "Mr. Bai, when will you teach me cultivation?"

"What you're saying is, isn't this a form of spiritual practice? Life itself is a form of spiritual practice."

Meng Yi smiled and retorted, leaving the little girl speechless.

The little girl made a funny face in a cute and fierce way, and even put on a baby mask that looked like it was both crying and laughing to scare him.

(End of this chapter)