Chapter 42: Boiling Tea and Talking About Life

But this time, she, who had always performed well, did not awaken her true nature.

It just so happens that the awakened destinies of people in the same echelon such as Wang Dong and Zhang Buer are all exceptionally good.

This instantly shattered her years of persistence and the hidden pride that came from her inferiority complex.

He even became the laughing stock of countless people.

Ye Yang guessed all this, but he couldn't say it on his face. Instead, he pretended to know nothing and led Yan Qingying into the courtyard.

He brought a rattan chair from the inner room, placed it opposite, and poured a cup of tea for Yan Qingying.

The tea was boiling hot and steaming, but Yan Qingying felt a little distracted.

Ye Yang waited for her to speak.

……

After a long while, Yan Qingying sighed and said, "Brother Ye, am I really that bad?"

"Junior sister, what are you talking about? Everyone in the sect knows the fame of your Swallow Sword. You chased the Flying Tiger Bandits for thousands of miles and went straight into Green Forest Mountain. I wonder how many people praised you."

"But...but...I, I haven't even awakened my own destiny."

Yan Qingying looked a little lonely.

Ye Yang sighed inwardly.

The matter of one's destiny is mysterious and it does not mean that the better one's performance is, the more likely one will awaken.

In Ye Yang's opinion, a person's life is divided into a big fate and a small fate. The big fate is not something that one has done by oneself, so one can only accept it quietly.

Just like a person sitting at home and not getting involved in anything, a policy is introduced and the conditions that were originally met become unmet, and the future is cut off.

And life is the peak you can reach after your own efforts.

Small life can be compensated through acquired efforts, but big life is beyond human control.

Yan Qingying did not have such a good fate.

Although Ye Yang still firmly believes that hard work can make a name for himself, he knows that in a person's life, actual encounters and luck play a crucial role in one's life.

Some people work hard and get ten times the harvest, while others work ten times the harvest and get less than half the harvest.

For example, seven or eight out of ten emperors and generals of the founding of the Han Dynasty came from Pei County, while most of the civil and military officials of the Ming Dynasty came from Fengyang, and most of the xx generals came from Shuinan. This has been the case from ancient times to the present.

This is enough to show that there are many civil officials who can govern a county, but they just don’t have suitable guides.

However, most people will never encounter such opportunities and platforms, and can only be content with mediocrity all their lives.

He scoffed at these words when he was a teenager, treated them with disdain when he was in his twenties, and felt that they made sense when he was in his thirties.

Adding up the ages of two lives, when you reach forty, everything is over and you have many different insights.

But he thought so in his heart, but couldn't say it outwardly.

Ye Yang pointed at the teapot beside him and said to Yan Qingying: "Junior Sister Yan, I made this pot of tea especially for you. Do you think it's any different?"

"no the same?"

Yan Qingying looked at the teapot. In the boiling tea, red, blue and yellow wild flower buds bloomed one after another, gorgeous and colorful, sometimes sinking and sometimes floating, up and down.

"I've never tasted this scented tea before. It's brightly colored and quite beautiful."

Ye Yang smiled: "This tea rises and falls, sometimes it is on the water surface, sometimes it falls to the bottom of the water. When it is on the water surface, it is the peak moment."

He continued, "When you fall to the bottom of the water, it is the incubation period of life. No matter who you are, there will be such a period. That's why the ancients often said - life is like tea."

Yan Qingying's eyes were stunned. She looked at the camellia flowers floating in the teapot, as if she was touched by something, and she didn't speak for a long time.

"I just can't understand why fate is so unfair and puts all the tragic things on me."

"Maybe this is my fate!" Yan Qingying remained silent.

"Junior sister, have you ever heard of the legendary demon king Changsheng Lao?"

"Is that the mayfly demon king whose true form can only live for one day?"

"Yes, the Mayfly Demon King finally lived for 50,000 years. He was so powerful that he could reach the sky and the earth and live forever."

According to legend, the pale and ugly mayflies will turn into colorful neon if they can withstand the burning of the setting sun. However, due to the fire poison entering their bodies, they can only live for one day, which is called living in the morning and dying in the evening.

All mayflies have never considered whether they should accept the calcination of the sunset, and have never thought about this issue.

As soon as they see the sunset, they rush into the afterglow of the sunset like moths to a flame, transform into colorful fireflies and then turn into ashes.

Many years ago, there was a mayfly who was unwilling to accept the fate of living only one day, so he left Kunlun Qihong Mountain and the ancient Silkworm King tree where he was born and raised.

He refused the burning of the sunset and lived for 50,000 years!

He changed his 'destiny'!
"Another example is Gu Xuan, the head of our Feitian Sect. He was 118 years old and had not yet awakened his innate nature. He had just broken through to the realm of a warrior. However, he defeated many heroes and his hands were stained with the blood of countless cultivators who had awakened their innate natures."

Ye Yang continued to comfort her, and the silent expression on Yan Qingying's face gradually became brighter.

What Ye Yang said had a great impact on her. She never expected that this usually low-key and tactful Senior Brother Ye would think so much.

But Yan Qingying was still a little hesitant.

"Will I become a laughing stock and be pointed at by others? I don't want to do that and I'm afraid of that."

As soon as Ye Yang heard it, he knew that this girl was still young.

At the same time, I haven't completely let go of my childhood experiences and I still feel inferior.

"As a cultivator, we have no reason to be afraid of others pointing fingers at us. Moreover, when you become stronger, these rumors will eventually vanish into thin air."

Ye Yang continued: "Look, I am also entangled in rumors, saying that I am smooth, accidental, and a good person..."

"But, so what? I can also point out a lot of shortcomings of others, such as being irritable, easily angered, young, frivolous, unstable, and impulsive."

"These things can't decide anything."

Yan Qingying was persuaded by Ye Yangyi, and light gradually appeared in her eyes.

……

She was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Thank you for your advice, Senior Brother. I have decided to go down the mountain in a while and continue to chase the Flying Tiger Bandits. I will temporarily leave the sect and relax for a while."

Ye Yang knew that Yan Qingying had not completely let go of her worries.

However, as she said, it might be better to leave the sect temporarily and free yourself for some time.

Yan Qingying hesitated for a while and took out a vermilion ancient wooden rattan box.

When the rattan box was opened, a pill the size of a little fingertip lay inside, shining with golden light and exuding a refreshing fragrance. It was the Pulse Protecting Pill.

"Brother Ye, I know you have many friends. This meridian protection pill cost me all my savings, and I even borrowed a lot of money. If anyone needs it, could you help me sell it to make up for the shortfall?"

"I spent four hundred spirit stones to buy this meridian-protecting pill. If I can sell it, I can get three hundred and fifty spirit stones."

The Meridian Protecting Pills are easy to sell. Ye Yang knows that Yan Qingying doesn't dare to trade directly with the disciples in the sect for fear of being laughed at, so the grudge in his heart remains.

He stopped trying to persuade her. After all, he had already said everything he needed to say, and continuing to persuade her would only backfire.

……

The theme discussed in this chapter is a bit philosophical and heavy, but it is indeed my own insights gained over the years.

I wonder how you feel about this? If you don't like it, I will pay attention to it and avoid similar things in the future.

(End of this chapter)