Stop In The Deep Sea

After three drinks, Wang Xin settled the bill, said goodbye to Nie Yang, took a taxi and went straight to the company.

He will leave for the deep-sea base tomorrow, and he has to go to the work station to pack his belongings.

Along the way, Wang Xin repeatedly thought about what Nie Yang's father said: "The end of technology is metaphysics."

Is the secret art of ancient martial arts really a metaphysics that cannot be put on the stage?

Is the Tao, which has been passed down for thousands of years, really a false proposition that goes against science?

Not really.

Maybe, it's just another way of operating that hasn't been understood yet.

Just like the ancients could not understand the principles of airplanes and ships, ancient martial arts secrets also have unique laws.

When the technology in the future is advanced enough to explain the words "soul" and "death", all the unknowns and confusions may be solved.

Even though those ancient martial arts secrets are currently dubbed superstitious by the world, Wang Xin still insists on his own ideas.

Ancient martial arts and technology are two completely different paths, but their ultimate destination is to use foreign objects to improve their own strength.

The two are actually not contradictory. From a certain perspective, they are just the relationship between "A to C" and "B to C".

The process and method are not important, what is important is that we got C in the end.

Thinking of this, Wang Xin was no longer confused. Leaning against the car window, he could already see the outline of the company in the distance.

It was already 11 o'clock at night. After getting out of the car, Wang Xin looked up and found that the lights were still on in an office next to him.

"This sister is really hardworking."

Wang Xin shook his head helplessly. Of course he knew who it was. The only person in the company who worked overtime until this time every night was his sister in the same department as him.

The company he works for is a self-media company that previously focused on the field of ancient martial arts and secret arts. It operates hundreds of accounts at the same time and makes videos about myths and legends on different platforms.

At that time, Guwu was at its peak, and Wang Xin was attracted by this and joined the company.

Not only can he work and make money, but he can also use the company's platform to get in touch with the ancient martial arts on a deeper level. For him, it's the best of both worlds.

But the good times did not last long. The discovery of elastic mithril a few years ago made the topic of biomimicry instantly popular on the entire Internet, dominating the hot searches on almost all platforms.

Their company was forced to transform, abandon the topic of ancient martial arts, and start developing into the technology field.

Colleagues in the same department also changed jobs and resigned. In the end, there were only two people left in the once glorious ancient martial arts group who continued to study the traditional ancient martial arts myths, namely Wang Xin and Qin Ruyi.

Qin Ruyi, like Wang Xin, has a very strong interest in ancient martial arts. She does video post-production work and is usually very good to Wang Xin.

So Wang Xin wanted to see Sister Ruyi again before leaving.

After buying a box of strawberries and a portion of pickled egg and sweet potato noodles downstairs, I took the elevator to the 41st floor of the building.

"Sister, you're still working so late at night, don't worry, no one will want you if you end up with a yellow face."

Qin Ruyi, who was in front of the computer, looked up, took off her black-rimmed glasses, stretched out exhausted, and responded lazily: "It's not because of you, a heartless little person, that you just left and left me alone. People~”

Wang Xin smiled and didn't dare to continue the conversation. He knew that he couldn't get any advantage with his words. This sister was always on the highway. If she didn't, she would make some sarcastic remarks in the next sentence.

"I brought you some midnight snacks, eat them while they're hot."

When Qin Ruyi heard that there was something to eat, her eyes suddenly lit up and she looked tired.

"Wow, pickled sweet potato starch, I love you so much."

While she was eating, Wang Xin simply packed up his belongings and inadvertently glanced at the computer screen, which turned out to be a map.

Seemingly sensing Wang Xin's doubts, Qin Ruyi picked up the egg and put it into her mouth, chewing it and saying, "You will leave tomorrow. My sister will give you a gift."

"This is a map of underwater ruins and scientific research bases. The ones in circulation on the market, as well as those that have not been made public, are all on it."

After hearing this, Wang Xin was moved but also surprised.

Although the deep-sea base is mainly built by our country, the details are also jointly developed by hundreds of domestic and foreign biological companies and technology companies, so the maps are not circulated to each other.

There are indeed some maps for sale on the black market, but their authenticity cannot be guaranteed.

To integrate a correct map from so many circulating map versions, you can imagine how huge the workload is.

"How should I thank you, sister?" Wang Xin put away the gift and asked with a smile.

Qin Ruyi suddenly lowered her head ambiguously, moved her glasses back to the tip of her nose, stared at Wang Xin with a lewd look and said, "Then let me give you a kiss~"

After hearing this, Wang Xinfei ran away.

What a joke, if he really did this, the male compatriots in the marketing department would probably hack him to death tomorrow.

However, he also knew that Qin Ruyi only talked about it and would not actually do it. Generally speaking, he was more conservative.

After joking around for a while, Qin Ruyi said seriously: "I don't know why Mr. Zhang is suddenly so generous. Didn't she say before that the cost of going to the deep-sea base station is too high and she has no plans to send anyone there within five years?"

After getting along for so long, Wang Xin knew that Qin Ruyi was not an outsider, so he said softly: "Indeed, I am also very confused, and even if I go, I should send colleagues from the science and technology team, not our ancient military team. After all, deep sea bases are everywhere These are all emerging technologies.”

Qin Ruyi suddenly smiled slyly: "Isn't it because Mr. Zhang has taken a liking to you, so he is trying to get you a place by selling everything?"

Wang Xin staggered and almost fell down: "Sister, Mr. Zhang's children are already in elementary school. They are so interested in me."

Qin Ruyi laughed twice, and then said doubtfully: "But having said that, so far, I have never seen anyone take a video of the undersea base. Could it be that Mr. Zhang smelled the business opportunity first and wanted to be the first to eat it?" Crab people?”

"The deep-sea base has been open to the public for some years. I don't believe that other media companies have not thought of sending people to the deep-sea base to shoot material. However, I don't know the specific reasons. I may not be able to find out until we get there."

Having said this, a bold inference suddenly came to Wang Xin's mind.

Whether Mr. Zhang spent huge sums of money to secure a spot in the ancient martial arts group, or Nie Yang's father asked him to practice ancient martial arts, it seemed to indicate a result.

That is, the deep-sea base may have new discoveries about ancient martial arts secrets!

From ancient times to the present, human beings have never stopped exploring the ocean, but even today, with such advanced technology, the mystery under the deep sea still cannot be fully unveiled.

The seawater is like a natural barrier, sealing all traces of history from ancient times to the present.

No one knows what is buried under the ocean.

Suddenly, the phone rang, it was Nie Yang.

"Brother, why don't you sleep? Come with me to visit that ancient martial arts master. I'll pick you up."

After pondering for a moment, Wang Xin decided that it was necessary to take a trip.

Firstly, you can exchange experiences with ancient martial arts masters and ask questions, and secondly, you can see how far the "masters" in Nie Yang's words have reached.

Over the years, he has almost always explored ancient martial arts alone, and has never dealt with large-scale organizations.

As he went downstairs and walked out of the park gate, Wang Xin saw a red car with double flashes parked on the side of the road.

Nie Yang's personality is more showy than Wang Xin's, and the color red suits his temperament.

Wang Xin opened the car door and saw Nie Yang sitting in the back seat, and then remembered that both of them had drank at night.

"This is my housekeeper, whom you have met before." Nie Yang pointed to the driver and introduced, and then added: "I didn't delay your rest."

"It doesn't matter, I only sleep about three hours a day now, and I basically spend the rest of my rest time practicing."

Wang Xin is not exaggerating.

There are no shortcuts in the path of ancient martial arts. You must seize all your free time to replenish your energy and blood.

Night is a very suitable time period for practice. Under the illumination of the moonlight, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth reaches its peak intensity. It is an excellent period for tranquility and meditation.

Therefore, Wang Xin began to replace part of his sleeping time with practice a few years ago, supplementing his rest while increasing the duration of his practice.