Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 417 Missing
"Of course!" The woman in white smiled sweetly.

In that instant, Han Bo felt that all the spring scenery in the courtyard paled in comparison. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water, and her white dress was as white as snow. Even Han Bo, who had seen countless beauties, felt for a moment that even Qin Mengyao, whom he had once admired as a celestial being, paled in comparison.

"May I ask how you are addressed, fairy? I am Han Bo!" He quickly clasped his hands in greeting, but accidentally aggravated the injury on his face, causing him to wince in pain.

The woman in white's gaze fell on his swollen handprint, and a slight smile appeared on her lips: "So you're Uncle Han! I'm not called Fairy, I'm called Zhao Yunshang!"

When Han Bo saw her staring at his face, his old face flushed red: "I didn't expect that Fairy Zhao had heard of my name."

Zhao Yunshang did not explain that her surname was "Zhao" instead of "Zhao". She said, "The town is not big. It's hard not to know about a 'prominent figure' like Mr. Han."

The phrase "a prominent figure" carried a deeper meaning. Remembering the embarrassing incidents he'd caused in town lately, Han Bo quickly changed the subject: "I wonder how far Fairy Zhao has progressed in her research on the art of dual cultivation?"

"To my shame, I also asked Boss Shi and only then did I learn that there were some theories about the balance of Yin and Yang on the bookshelf."

Zhao Yunshang turned the pages of the book with her slender fingers, revealing the exquisite meridian diagrams and the Yin-Yang symbol. Surprisingly, she showed no embarrassment when discussing such topics, but instead said frankly, "Boss Shi's book explains things thoroughly, but... it's too cold-blooded."

"Cold-blooded and ruthless?" Uncle Han's eyes widened.

In his imagination, dual cultivation should be a sensual affair with red candles and silk curtains, where did the idea of ​​it being cold come from?
"Did you know that there are many hormones in the human body that control emotions? Dopamine brings pleasure, phenylethylamine fosters infatuation, and endorphins make people addicted," Zhao Yunshang said.

"For example, pleasure and joy, as well as love and desire, are all feelings that people have about themselves under the stimulation of these emotions!"

"It's as if love between people is just dopamine released in the brain. It's as if sexual intercourse between men and women is just other hormones released by the body."

"People think they are making their own choices, but in reality, they are being controlled by these emotions. The same is true of dual cultivation. Dual cultivation is about making people realize that they are merely slaves to their emotions and desires through the methods of dual cultivation."

"Even the harmony of yin and yang is only a deep-seated need for the human body to stimulate the body and secrete hormones!"

Upon hearing Zhao Yunshang's words, Han Bo felt a chill run from his spine straight to the top of his head.

"This...this is not some kind of dual cultivation technique." His voice trembled as a terrifying thought flashed through his mind: "It's clearly an evil technique that severs emotions and desires! If one were to learn the dual cultivation method...wouldn't that mean..."

"Isn't it like seeing all the beautiful things in the world as a stagnant pool?" Zhao Yunshang sighed softly and closed the book. Her fingertips gently caressed the cover, making a soft rustling sound.

The concepts of beauty and ugliness are merely means of stimulating different hormones. Although Diao Chan was beautiful, her beauty was a means to stimulate certain hormones in her body.

"If you grasp the key to it, Diao Chan and a sow..." Zhao Yunshang said, her voice filled with endless sigh, "What you see as appearance is not appearance; a sow and Diao Chan are the same."

"Damn it!" He slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing, "Boss Shi is trying to screw me over!"

No wonder Shi Fei didn't object at all when he asked to learn "unorthodox martial arts".

This is no longer a mirror of love and lust; it is clearly a demon-revealing mirror, capable of exposing even the most sensual thoughts in people's hearts!

This is definitely an unorthodox martial art!

Seeing Zhao Yunshang hand over the book "The Theory of Yin and Yang Harmony" again, Han Bo retreated three steps as if avoiding a snake or scorpion, waving his hands like a windmill: "No, no! I am of dull talent and cannot possibly handle such a profound technique!"

Zhao Yunshang seemed not to hear, her slender fingers gently turning the pages. Sunlight filtered through the trees, dappling the paper. She pondered: if romantic love between men and women is all about dopamine and phenylethylamine, then what about love between men? And between women?
She suddenly turned to a blank page, dipped her fingertip in tea, and began to sketch on the paper. On the left, she drew two simple men, and on the right, two simple women, connected by a dense array of arrows and symbols.

"I see."

The pen paused, and tea smeared onto the paper, leaving a damp patch. Men loving women, men loving men, and women loving women are all the same; it's all due to the production of dopamine and phenylethylamine in the body, creating the illusion of "love."

Those feelings of a racing heart and flushed face are essentially the same.

Is this what "love" is?

Zhao Yunshang stared blankly at the little figures she had drawn. The water stains on the pages gradually spread, blurring the two women's figures into a blur.

Han Bo stared at Zhao Yunshang, who was lost in thought, then quietly took a few steps back and tiptoed out of the academy.

"Luckily, I met this lady," he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "If I had really practiced that evil technique, wouldn't I have been completely unmoved when I saw Fairy Qin in the future?"

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his lower abdomen: "Brother, brother, I almost let you down!"

He rushed to the neighboring yard in three strides, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Boss Shi! Don't hide from me!"

The courtyard was quiet, with only a few sparrows pecking at the grains on the ground. Uncle Han searched each room one by one.

The study was empty, the kitchen was empty, and even the bedding in the bedroom was neatly folded.

"You can dodge the first day of the month, but you can't dodge the fifteenth!" Uncle Han plopped down in the rattan chair that Shi Fei usually sat in, determined to wait for the rabbit to come to him.

As the sun gradually slanted westward, the shadows of the sycamore trees in the courtyard grew longer and longer. Uncle Han's stomach began to rumble, but Shi Fei was still nowhere to be seen.

“It’s so weird”

The next day, when planting trees, Han Bo specifically searched for Shi Fei in the crowd. Usually at this time, Shi Fei would be carrying a specially made shovel, patrolling and giving instructions in the woods. But today, there was no trace of him in the entire protective forest.

"Hey! Has anyone seen Boss Shi?" Uncle Han grabbed Lu Da, who was watering the plants.

Lu Da wiped his sweat: "I was wondering the same thing. I didn't see the eldest brother come to distribute the saplings this morning."

An ominous premonition welled up in his heart. Han Bo dropped his tools and ran back, asking everyone he met along the way, but all he got were shakes of his head.

"It's over!" He stood under the clock tower in the center of the town, his voice trembling. "Boss Shi has disappeared!"

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake. The residents who were working all stopped what they were doing!

The giant of light put down the bucket, King Kong came running from a distance, and even Zhao Yunshang, who always seemed indifferent, frowned.

Shifei is the heart of this peculiar desert and peculiar town.

If he disappears, what will happen to the town?
(End of this chapter)