The rise of the sect: I am the most enduring child in the world of immortality

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

People of the same echelon, such as Wang Dong and Zhang Buer, have awakened their natal lives very well.

This caused her years of persistence and the vague pride derived from her inferiority complex to be instantly crushed.

He even became the laughing stock of countless people.

Ye Yang guessed this, but the less he could say anything on his face, he acted as if he didn't know anything and led Yan Qingying into the courtyard.

He moved a wicker chair from the back room, placed it on the opposite side, and poured a cup of tea for Yan Qingying.

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

Ye Yang waited for her to speak.

…

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

"Junior sister, where are you talking? Who in the sect doesn't know the reputation of your Swallow Sword? You chased the flying tiger thief for thousands of miles and went straight into the Green Forest Mountain. I don't know how many people are praising you."

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

Yan Qingying looked a little lonely.

Ye Yang sighed secretly in his heart.

The matter of destiny is mysterious and mysterious, and it does not mean that the better you perform, the more you will awaken.

In Ye Yang's view, people's lives are divided into big and small fates. Big fate is not something you do, so you can only accept it quietly.

Just like a person sitting at home, not touching anything, once a policy is issued, the conditions that were originally met will become unmet, and the future will be cut off.

And a small life is the top that one can reach after working hard.

A small life can be made up for through the efforts of the day after tomorrow, but a big life cannot be made by human beings.

Yan Qingying does not have such a great destiny.

Although Ye Yang still firmly believes that hard work can make a difference, he knows that in this life, one's actual circumstances and luck play a vital role in life.

Some people work very hard and gain ten times as much, while others work very hard and gain less than half.

For example, seven out of ten emperors and generals who founded the Han Dynasty came from Peixian County, while most of the civil servants and generals of the Ming Dynasty came from Fengyang, and most of the generals of the Ming Dynasty came from Shuinan. From ancient times to the present, there is no exception.

This is enough to show that civil servants can control many people in a county, but they just don't have suitable guides.

But most people, without such opportunities and platforms, can only settle for mediocrity in their lives.

When he was a teenager, he scoffed at these words, when he was in his twenties, he dismissed them, but when he was in his thirties, they seemed to make sense.

After adding up the ages in two lifetimes, by the time I reach forty, everything has come to an end and I have gained many different insights.

It's just that he thinks so in his heart, but he can't say it on his face.

Ye Yang pointed to Yan Qingying and pointed to the teapot beside him and said, "Junior sister Yan, I brewed this tea specially for you. Do you think it is any different?"

"no the same?"

Yan Qingying looked at the teapot. In the tumbling tea, red, blue, and yellow wild flower bones opened one after another, gorgeous and colorful, sinking and floating, up and down.

"I have never drunk this scented tea before. The color is gorgeous and quite beautiful."

Ye Yang smiled: "This tea rises and falls. Sometimes it is on the surface of the water, sometimes it falls on the bottom of the water. When it is on the surface of the water, 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 is such a period, so the ancients often said - life is like tea."

Yan Qingying's eyes were stunned, looking at the camellias floating in the teapot, as if she had been touched by something, and she remained silent 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 life!"

Yan Qingying remained silent.

"Junior sister, have you ever heard that a legendary demon king lives forever?"

"Is that the Mayfly Demon King who can only live for one day?"

"Yes, the Mayfly Demon King finally lived for 50,000 years, reaching the sky and the earth, and becoming everlasting."

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

None of the ephemera have considered whether they should accept the calcination of the setting sun, and they have never thought about this issue.

As soon as I see the setting sun, I fly to the flame like a moth, pouring into the afterglow of the setting sun, transforming into colorful flowing lights and then disappearing into ashes.

Many years ago, there was a mayfly. Unwilling to accept the fate of only living for one day, he left Kunlun Qihong Mountain and the ancient Silkworm Emperor tree that gave birth to and raised him.

He refused the calcination of the setting sun and lived for 50,000 years!

He changed his 'destiny'!

"Another example is Gu Xuan, the head of Feitian Sect, who broke through to the martial arts realm when he was one hundred and eight years old and had not yet opened his destiny. However, he defeated the heroes and his hands were stained with the blood of many monks who had opened his destiny."

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 didn't expect that this senior brother Ye, who was usually low-key and smooth, would think so much.

But Yan Qingying was still a little hesitant.

"Then will I become the laughing stock of others and be criticized by others? I don't want to and am afraid of this."

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

At the same time, I have not completely let go of my childhood experiences, and I still feel low self-esteem.

"As monks, we live forever, so why should we be afraid of people's judgment? What's more, when you become stronger, these rumors and rumors will eventually turn into smoke."

Ye Yang continued: "Look, haven't I been entangled in rumors, saying that I am smooth, accidental, and a good person..."

"But, so what? I can also name a lot of other people's shortcomings, including being irritable, irritable, young, frivolous, unstable, and impulsive."

"None of these things determine anything."

Yan Qingying was persuaded by Ye Yangyi, and her eyes gradually became brighter.

…

She was silent for a long time and then suddenly spoke.

"Thank you, senior brother, for your persuasion. I have decided to go down the mountain in a while, continue to chase the flying tiger thief, leave the sect temporarily, and let myself 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 let yourself relax for a while.

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

Opening the rattan box, there lay a pill the size of the belly of your little finger. The golden light shone brightly and the fragrance filled the air. It was the pulse-protecting pill.

"Senior Brother Ye, I know you have many friends. This Pulse Protection Pill has cost me all my savings, and I have borrowed a lot of foreign debt. If anyone needs it, can you help me sell it to make up for the shortfall?"

"I originally spent 400 spirit stones to buy this pulse protection pill. If I can sell it, 350 spirit stones will suffice."

There was no need to worry about selling the Pulse Protecting Pill. Ye Yang knew that Yan Qingying did not dare to trade directly with the disciples in the sect for fear of being laughed at, but the grudge in his heart still remained.

He stopped persuading him. After all, everything that needed to be said had already been said. Any further persuasion would only be counterproductive.

…

The themes discussed in this chapter are a bit philosophical and heavy, but they are indeed my own insights over the years.

I don’t know how you feel? If you don’t like it, you will pay attention to it in the future so that similar things don’t appear.