i have a sword fairy

Chapter 443 I have the avenue, do you have wine?

At the end of the dilapidated alley, an old restaurant, a corner of the dimly lit hall.

The dinner on the table was coming to an end, but everyone did not intend to leave immediately, but all eyes fell on Zhao Rong's face.

Waiting quietly for the answer to this amusing yet profoundly bizarre paradox.

Zhao Rong met Zhao Xifu's, Zhu Yourong's, Yu Huaijin's expectant or contemplative gazes, and thought for a while, "Is my answer really that important?"

He meant his answers, not theirs.

Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin understood what he meant and looked at each other.

Zhao Rong, who was sitting in a slightly loose posture, suddenly straightened his back.

He put his hands on his thighs, shrugged his shoulders, stared carefully at the empty jug on the table, and said in a serious tone:
"It's just... Do you know that feeling? Sometimes when you encounter a difficult problem, you think about it and think about it, this is not right or that is not right, but you just fell in love. In the process, you can always find it from time to time In a flash of inspiration, a solution to the problem pops up in your mind that can make you excited and happy."

After a pause, "Although most of these sudden flashes of inspiration in the end are not the real answer, the real answer is that the crowd searched for her thousands of times, and at the moment when Mu Ran looked back at the dimly lit place, all thoughts came naturally, and the answer calmly appeared in her head , you calmly said..."

"Oh, it's this." Zhao Rong looked at the empty jug, nodded, imitating a flat tone.

Afterwards, he raised his eyes and looked at everyone on the field with a smile, "At this time, the real answer is not important anymore. I think the most joyful and precious thing is the interesting methods that suddenly appeared in the process, even if they did not appear after trying. Solving this problem is fun and useless, but who's to say they won't shine in some puzzle later on?"

Zhao Rong recalled the second "debate of existence and non-existence" that Wen Ruo was defeated in the Confucianism and Taoism debate in Zhongnan Kingdom. He remembered the rough theory of "nothingness as the foundation" proposed by Qing Yuan at that time, which inspired Zhao Rong. Rong's theory of "body, function and source" beat Tao Yuanran greatly.While this example may not be apt...

At this moment, only Zhu Yourong, Huai Jin and a few others were able to keep up with Zhao Rong's brain circuit and understand his meaning.

The two daughters, master and apprentice, fell into deep thought.

But Zhao Xifu waved his hand, "Don't talk to me, you boys. I don't have any of you scholars. I don't have one, so I will tell you: I heard the Tao early, and I will die in the evening. The meaning is that you don't talk nonsense and hurry up." Said, I have to rush to die, I have to figure out some things before I die."

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth couldn't help twitching... I heard it earlier, how can the phrase "mortal death in the evening" be used in this way?
But before he could complain, the shopkeeper suddenly turned his head, looked at the back of the green-robed old servant sitting at the door and the dark alley, and said arrogantly:

"After dealing with it for so many years, I want to find out what it is like."

He said this sentence without beginning or end, and the people around were a little confused for a while.

Zhao Xifu turned his head, faced Zhao Rong, and said seriously for the third time tonight: "Stinky boy, let me ask you one last time, why...why?"

Zhao Rong was a little curious: "Ah, don't tell me if I know it. If I tell you, will you believe it? How do you know that I must be right?"

Zhao Xifu hummed, but didn't answer, just looked at the young Confucian scholar.

Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin who were silent, they looked a little hesitant, they wanted to ask together, but they hesitated about what he just said, wanting to think independently.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, intending to reject Zhao Xifu's request.

If the second daughter Zhu Yourong continued to ask, he would probably give the answer, but he just met this shopkeeper surnamed Zhao tonight, so he was not familiar with him, and he was made things difficult by Zhao Xifu just now, and he was a brat.

Zhao Rong felt that there was no need to waste his saliva on his behalf, unless that nice sister Xia spoke up.

At this time, Gui Hu said: "What do you know, tell him everything." "

Zhao Rong frowned, and quickly asked in the heart lake: "Why?"

"........."

The heart lake was extremely quiet, and the sword spirit stopped talking.

Zhao Rong was puzzled, and looked at Zhao Xifu, who was looking at him calmly, with his usual expression. Gui had been silent all night, and now he suddenly said something shameless...

However, Zhao Rong felt that the sword spirit bound to him should not harm him.

In the next second, the young Confucian scholar nodded and said directly:
"Well, in that miscellaneous book that you asked me and I don't remember, there are indeed some answers. Let me just say, you just listen to it, but there is no guarantee that it will be right."

His tone was serious, leaving some leeway.

Zhao Xifu stood up abruptly, picked up the empty jug, and walked towards the gate.

When he came to the door, he glanced at the night outside and closed the wooden door.

The man in charge stood under the copper bell, with his left back leaning against the wooden door, holding the crooked empty jug with one hand hanging down. He looked at Zhao Rong and the others with his arms crossed, and nodded.

Signal to continue.

Zhao Rong looked at the weird Zhao Xifu and the flagon in his hand, as if thinking of some possibility, he coughed lightly, and joked:
"I have Dao, do you have wine?"

Zhao Xifu glanced at him and said nothing.

Zhao Rong blinked and didn't speak.

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Rong was afraid that he would not take advantage of the bastard, so he wanted to say it anyway, why not try to ask for some wine, maybe the reason why he was reminded to speak was this...

In other words, in this Xia Chong Zhai, apart from the Bingniang wine, the legendary three glasses of wine, according to Fan Yushu, are the dreams of countless visitors, but it seems that they have never succeeded.

Zhao Xifu squinted at him, as if he recognized what the wine in Zhao Rong's mouth was referring to.

"No." He said blankly.

Zhao Rong: "Why?"

He paused again, "I know some rules of Xia Chong Zhai... Isn't the answer to this question interesting enough?"

"The rules have changed."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "When did it happen?"

"just."

Zhao Rong: "..."

After a moment of silence, the young Confucian scholar said sincerely:

"Those three glasses of wine are fake. It's really boring to say that the rules are not good. But for business, there is nothing to say about making a gimmick to increase popularity and attract people. It's about making money, it's not shabby."

Zhao Xifu changed into a comfortable position and leaned his back against the door. Facing the brat's aggressive approach in front of him, his face was expressionless, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched, "No."

Seeing that he was not fooled, Zhao Rong blinked and said lightly: "I heard that Xia Chong, a glass of ice can be said; well frog, a glass of water can be talked about; Qushi, a glass of enlightenment." He curiously said: "Three cups Has anyone had wine before?"

Zhao Xifu was quiet for a moment, nodded and shook his head.

Without waiting for Zhao Rong to ask, he said flatly:
"An interesting guy came here before and poured him a glass of well frog wine. As for the summer insect wine and Qushi wine, so far, no one has asked me to pour him."

"Ahem, uncle..." Zhao Rong looked expectant.

The shopkeeper paused, glanced at the brat who suddenly became friendly, grinned and said:

"No."

Fuck, ruthless.Zhao Rong sighed.

Zhao Xifu suddenly said, "But."

"But what?"

"Except for Xia Chongjing Frog Musician, I can give you other wines to drink."

Zhao Rong suddenly lost interest, what other wine?Isn't that the ice lady wine left?

At this time, Zhao Xifu said again:

"However, whether you can drink it or not is not up to me."

He suddenly said something strange.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched... Well, I understand, whether you can drink it is not up to you, but depends on me, right?So you must satisfy the shopkeeper with the answer to this paradox before you can drink it...

But this Bingniang wine, one person has already drank a lot of it, you continue to give it, and you don't want to change it, it's a bit stingy.

Thinking so, Zhao Rong didn't care.

Then, he looked around the field and said directly:
"A one-foot stick, take half of it every day, and it will last forever. Do you think it is right or not?"

The meaning of this sentence is obvious. Take half of a short piece of wood today, half of the half tomorrow, and half of the half the day after tomorrow. Because there is always half left, it can never be taken out.

Zhao Xifu and the others thought about it and nodded.

Zhao Rong was noncommittal, and asked again: "People on the mountain say that time is like flowing water, time is like a long river that is constantly changing, and every moment is fleeting... Then, can the water in this long river of time also be infinite? split up?"

Zhu Yourong squeezed the sleeves under the palm of her hand, looked at Zhao Rong without blinking, at this time she softly approved:
"Of course, as long as the division is careful, it can be divided forever, but throughout the ages, no great cultivator has such a huge supernatural power, can drive in line with the laws of heaven and earth, manipulate yin and yang, and divide things continuously. A speck of dust Even so, let alone the water of time that divides space and is mysterious and mysterious."

Zhao Xifu and others also nodded one after another, agreeing with her words.

The shopkeeper frowned and said, "Boy, what are you trying to say? You're going around."

Zhao Rong ignored him, smiled at Zhu Yourong, and continued: "That's right, but if it's true...then the movement of everything in this world is impossible, even if you hold the power of the sun, the moon, and the stars." Can't move a bit."

Everyone on the field frowned in confusion.

"Ziyu, what you said..." Zhu Yourong couldn't help but stop talking.

Zhao Xifu hugged his chest and snorted coldly, and added, "It's just ridiculous."

However, Zhao Rong turned a deaf ear to it and continued to say to himself:

"Let's still take a chestnut as an example, and invite it to play, well, this time we won't let it chase the bamboo horse, anyway, it can't catch up, heh.

"Just imagine, if a chestnut wants to fly a certain distance now, then it must first fly half of this distance; and in order to fly this half, a chestnut must first fly half of this half distance; Half, it has to go through half of half of half...

"That is to say, if a chestnut wants to fly a certain distance, it must first fly an infinite number of distances that are obtained by dividing this distance in half.

"And no matter how short the distance to fly is, as long as it needs to fly a certain distance, it will take a certain amount of time. The sum of these countless periods of time... This leads to it needing endless years to cross any distance."

He smiled: "According to what you just nodded in agreement, reasoning. No matter how short the distance is, it will take countless years for a chestnut to cross it, so it will never move. Not only that, you, me, everyone will never move. I can't move either."

"........."

"........."

Everyone on the field was amazed.

"This...impossible..." Fan Yushu, who understood a little bit, had an incredulous look on his face.

Zhu Yourong opened her mouth slightly, it was rare for her who was always dignified and elegant to show such a dazed look of surprise.

A shopkeeper suddenly frowned.

Zhao Rong's smile gradually faded.

He looked around and looked very serious:

"So before you shouted that those were all wrong, the real answer... is actually very simple."

He narrowed his eyes and said:

"First, the addition of 'infinity' does not necessarily equal infinity.

"Secondly, the water in the long river of time...that is, time, can only be divided into small enough, not infinitely small...it is not absolutely continuous...so it cannot be divided infinitely, and the same is true for space...these, no matter how powerful Even the great supernatural powers can't do it."

Zhao Rong paused, "And the second point... is what this paradox really wants to reveal."

As soon as these words came out, the air on the field fell into a deathly silence.

Zhu Yourong, Yu Huaijin and others couldn't help opening their beautiful eyes wide.

Many people in the hall shook their heads slowly, either they didn't understand, or... they couldn't believe it!
Zhao Rong stopped talking.

He is only responsible for saying "his answer". Whether Zhao Xifu and the others understand it now, or how to understand it, has nothing to do with him.

Zhao Rong didn't force it.

At this moment, he was about to get up and say hello, and leave first with everyone with different expressions... If Zhu Yourong, Senior Yu and the others want to ask anything, they can talk about it after they leave Xia Chong Zhai.

But at this time.

"You are right."

Zhao Xifu suddenly spoke up.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see that the bearded shopkeeper didn't know when he got up, but he closed his eyes and frowned slightly.

He leaned against the wooden door with his chest in his arms, shaking the jug in his hand, as if he might drop it anytime if he couldn't hold it firmly.

Zhu Yourong, Yu Huaijin and the others didn't care about this strange man's behavior, but frowned, puzzled by his words and his attitude at this time.

They didn't know why the shopkeeper, who was very impatient and distrustful before, changed his tone in just a few breaths.

With his chest folded and his eyes closed, Zhao Xifu suddenly opened his eyes, walked up to Zhao Rong, did not explain anything, but made a strange movement.

He raised the pitch-black flagon in his right hand.

Hanging on the empty wine glass in front of Zhao Rong.

In the next second, his wrist twisted.

The jug tilted.

In an instant, a stream of clear and crystal-clear water flowed down from the wine jug that was supposed to be empty.

Soon, under the eyes of everyone on the field, a glass of extremely clear wine was quietly placed in front of Zhao Rong...

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PS: Codewords on the mountain, these days should be updated at [-] o'clock in the evening...

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