I will still be a god in this life

Chapter 19 A Day with Low Entropy

"Today is another low-entropy day." Zhou Fuxi closed the high school physics textbook left behind by the puppet and yawned.

Entropy is a unit of measurement of the total amount of energy that can no longer be converted into work. The derived concepts include low entropy and high entropy.

A better way to understand it is that low entropy means regularity and order, which means sustainable development, while high entropy means chaos, disorder, and unpredictability.

The first large-scale wave of immortality cultivation in human history is the intention of human beings to continue to maintain a low-entropy state and avoid going to high-entropy and destruction.

However, in the process of human beings cultivating immortals, whether they originally absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or then improve themselves through heaven, materials and earth treasures, the power accumulated in the body becomes more and more destructive, and all kinds of struggles increase day by day, which is an increase in entropy. process.

For the innate gods, more and more humans are cultivating immortals, which goes against their original intention of creating humans.

The most important thing is that human cultivation will lead the entire earth to a state of high entropy, so Emperor Zhuanxu reached the sky to keep the earth system in a state of low entropy.

The Jedi Path to Heaven has prevented many people from cultivating immortals, but it has ensured that the earth's resources can be shared by the vast majority of human beings. Otherwise, these immortal cultivators will inevitably control all resources, and eventually mortals will become slaves of immortal cultivators from generation to generation, and all human beings will progress will no longer be possible.

In Emperor Zhuanxu's time, there was no word "entropy", but now we can use a simple concept that is easier for modern people to understand to explain the actions of some gods in that era.

Many gods outside the sky maintain a state of seemingly eternal stagnation, and they are also trying to keep themselves in a low-entropy state to prolong their existence.

Zhou Fuxi is not so cautious, nor is he willing to put himself in that state in exchange for prolonging his existence. However, he uses the Pisces concentric chart to adjust himself, in fact, in order to make his activities in human society as low-chaos and orderly as possible. It is also maintaining a low entropy state.

"I have to get the sword back today, otherwise, it may cause a certain range of entropy increase, thus affecting my low-entropy state."

Zhou Fuxi casually swept aside the high school textbook in front of him.

Trying to observe the world from the perspective of modern science, these observation methods conflict with his inherent methods and are not so easy to master. I will not learn anymore.

Zhou Fuxi finally contacted the taxi driver today and learned that the sword had caused some chaos and trouble.

After the car ride that night, the driver went home and showed his son the sword Zhou Fuxi had used as collateral.

The driver's son is a senior in high school this year like Zhou Fuxi. He usually loves traditional culture and is also a lover of Hanfu. When he saw that his father had a sword that was extremely exquisite in workmanship and could be called a work of art, he looked it up online.

Although he found nothing, the driver's son concluded that the sword was worth a lot of money, possibly worth tens of thousands of yuan. If it was hung on Xianyu, it would definitely be worth several thousand yuan.

The driver usually occasionally reads "Zhuangzi" and other books to cultivate one's mind and improve one's spiritual realm. However, he has no experience in the areas that require money in traditional culture and cannot judge the value of this sword. Seeing his son's caution, he let him My son should take good care of it. If it is such an expensive thing, passengers will definitely come and ask for it.

Because the driver's son comes from a modest family, the Hanfu and some accessories he usually buys are very cheap and ordinary. Now holding such an expensive sword, he couldn't help but look at it again and again, and couldn't put it down.

Later, he changed into his Hanfu, took some photos with the sword and put the sword away.

It is inevitable for a boy of this age to want to be in the limelight. He sent his selfie photos to the "Tongpao" group where he usually communicates - a circle of Hanfu enthusiasts who are accustomed to calling each other "Tongpao".

This group of comrades is a local group in Junsha. When they saw the driver's son's sword, some of them were good at playing with it, so they made an appointment to come and have a look the next day.

As a result, seven or eight people came the next day. His parents were not at home, so he took out the money he saved from making Hanfu handmade jewelry and bought some food and drinks to entertain them.

Think of it as a gathering of colleagues, and the main way everyone appreciates the sword is to take turns holding it and taking photos.

As a result, when the party was over, the sword was gone.

Later I found out that a man named Fan Miao had stolen the sword. When no one was paying attention, he sneaked into the driver's son's room and threw the sword out of the window. Then he pretended to leave first and then went outside to pick up the sword.

Fan Miao stole the sword home. After playing with it for a while, he found that the sword was extremely sharp, so he became curious about the workmanship and material of the sword. Not sure what he thought, he put it on the gas stove at home and burned it. .

The result was bad. An explosion occurred in the kitchen, seriously injuring Fan Miao and causing multiple fractures throughout her body. Fortunately, her life was not in danger, but the subsequent medical expenses were not a small sum.

Now Fan Miao's parents are coming to the driver's house to cause trouble, demanding that the driver be responsible for 50 yuan in medical expenses and compensation. They are also planning to go to the homes of the "comrades" who were present that day to cause trouble, because everyone present that day is responsible.

Why did the driver come out?

His wife’s job is pretty good, but it’s not easy for the couple to support their son’s education. Where can he get 50?The appearance of Zhou Fuxi undoubtedly gave Fan Miao's parents a new target for blackmail.

"So that sword is yours! You are responsible for more than 50.00% of my son's injury!" Fan Miao's mother pointed at Zhou Fuxi menacingly, as if she had caught another real culprit.

"In short, there is no less than 50. You two should discuss it!" Fan Miao's father said in a calm tone.

He is very shrewd and good at manipulating people's hearts. He turns the problem of making the driver's family responsible into a question of who pays more and who pays less.

If the quarrel continues like this, the two people will definitely not be of the same mind. As long as one person starts to relent or compromise, things will be much easier to handle.

"Can you guys please be reasonable? What does this have to do with our family?" the driver said weakly.

What should we discuss?Whether it was him or this young handsome guy, it was a complete disaster.

"If your son hadn't invited people to play at your house! If something happens to my son, please tell me based on your conscience. Why is it none of your family's business!"

Fan Miao's mother almost jumped up, pulled the driver's sleeve again, and said to the surrounding neighbors,
"Let's compare our feelings. If this happens to your child, can you not blame him?"

"I'm sorry, you mother, you come to curse others when something happens to your child? Who can compare with your black heart!"

"That's right, if you don't educate your children well, you have to blame others!"

"It's all self-inflicted!"

"Fuck you, your face is bigger than your ass."

Fan Miao's mother didn't expect that she would cause public outrage, so she just sat down on the ground.

The fat around his waist suddenly piled up like a mountain and swayed. His strong elephant legs kicked on the ground, kicked away the stool in front of him, threw off his round arms and slapped the ground and began to howl:
"You are inhumane... My son was so seriously injured, no one can speak justice... You are so heartless! My son, why are you so pitiful? You are all being abused by others. Damn it! You guys just made sarcastic remarks before the incident happened to you! I will die here today..."

Fan Miao's father stood aside with a sullen face, but said nothing. As a man, he was naturally not suitable to behave like this, but this method was obviously effective. At least no one scolded loudly anymore. He just looked around, it seemed that his wife was so The troubles are caused by the people around you.

"It's not a good thing for anyone to have to deal with. We all need to understand each other. Sometimes it's not about who did something wrong, but it's a disaster that will happen for some reason. You just have to spend money to eliminate the disaster. Well……"

The mediator who followed Fan Miao's parents looked helpless and said to the driver:

"It's not easy for their family, and such a big thing has happened. It won't look good if it continues like this. To be honest, whoever is in trouble will have to admit that they are unlucky... Go and see Looking at our mediation cases, how many of them can get nothing? In the end, it’s a matter of too much or too little.”

The driver was already very troubled by the quarrel between the two couples. When he heard the mediator's words, he felt angry and blood rushing to his heart. Is this what people say?
He doesn't want to pay for his love, so it becomes nothing?
"Same for you. How is your family situation? Are you an adult? Where did your sword come from...ah..."

The mediator turned to talk to Zhou Fuxi. A stone flew out of nowhere and hit him in the head, causing his head to bleed and he let out a scream.

"Who! Who...ah...who threw the stone!" The mediator covered his head and blood spurted out, making him feel dizzy. He reluctantly got up and looked around, but his eyes were covered with blood again.

He wiped it casually, and blood was everywhere on his face, which was even more frightening. People around him urged him to go to the hospital for bandages, leaving Fan Miao's parents alone.

A kind-hearted middle-aged man carrying a bag of rice noodles supported him and was about to take him to the hospital, but the mediator stood there and refused to move, "Who is it, stand up! Don't dare to do anything, don't take it seriously...don't leave!" "

Zhou Fuxi quickly stood up and advised kindly:

"You see, you are also going to suffer from this. To be honest, you can only admit that you are unlucky. If you don't listen to my advice, does your mediator have any colleagues? I'll find one. Let me help you mediate with everyone."

The mediator pressed his head and glared at Zhou Fuxi. He stumbled and fell on Fan Miao's mother. Fan Miao's father hurriedly pulled her away. The blood on the ground slipped when he stepped on it, and the three of them rolled into a ball.

There was a burst of laughter all around, and the air was actually filled with a happy atmosphere. Only the driver had a grimace on his face. What is this?
He looked at Zhou Fuxi with some resentment in his eyes, but Zhou Fuxi took out an azure-colored fruit and handed it to him with a smile.

The driver remembered that that night Zhou Fuxi wanted to use the betel nut fruit to pay for the fare. Of course the driver refused at that time, so he took the sword as collateral.

The driver had mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't care whether the betel nut fruit was edible or not. He took it and stuffed it into his mouth. He couldn't taste it, but felt a mixture of five flavors.

(End of this chapter)