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

Entropy, a unit of measurement of the sum of energies that can no longer be converted into work, derives from the concepts of low entropy and high entropy.

One 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 immortal cultivation in human history is that human beings intend to maintain a state of low entropy and avoid going to high entropy and destruction.

However, in the process of cultivating immortals, whether it is originally absorbing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, and then improving oneself through the treasures of heaven and earth, the power accumulated in the body has become stronger and stronger, and all kinds of battles are increasing day by day, which is a process of increasing entropy.

For the innate gods, more and more human beings cultivating immortals went against their original intention of creating human beings.

The most important thing is that human immortal cultivation will make the entire earth move towards a state of high entropy, so the Emperor Jedi will go to the sky, so that the earth system will remain in a state of low entropy.

The Jedi Tongtian has made many people's path to immortal cultivation die, 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 for generations, and the progress of all mankind will no longer be possible.

At the time of Emperor Zhuan, there was no word for "entropy", but now it can be explained by a simple concept that is easier for modern people to understand.

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

Zhou Fuxi was not so cautious, and he was not willing to let himself become that state in exchange for the extension of existence, but he adjusted himself with Pisces concentric disks, in fact, to make his activities in human society as low as chaotic and orderly as possible, and also to maintain a low entropy state.

"I'm going to get the sword back today, otherwise, it may cause a certain range of entropy increases, which will affect my low entropy state."

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

Trying to observe the world from the perspective of modern science, these observation methods conflict with his inherent methods, and they are not so easy to grasp and do not learn.

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

After running away that night, the driver went home and showed his son the sword that Zhou Fuxi used as collateral.

The driver's son is eighteen years old this year, a senior in high school like Zhou Fuxi, usually loves traditional culture, and is also a Hanfu lover.

Although nothing was found, the driver's son concluded that the sword was worth a lot of money, maybe worth tens of thousands of yuan, and it would definitely be able to be sold if it was hung on an idle fish.

The driver usually occasionally looks at "Zhuangzi" and other things to cultivate the mind and improve the spiritual realm, but he has not dabbled in the field of traditional culture that requires money, and he can't judge the value of this sword.

The driver's son is from an average family background, whether it is the Hanfu he buys or some accessories, which are very cheap and ordinary, and now he is holding such an expensive sword, he can't help but look at it again and again, and he can't put it down.

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

A boy of this age inevitably wants to be a little showy, and he sent the selfie photo to the "comrade" group where he usually communicates - the circle of Hanfu lovers, who are used to calling each other "comrade".

This group of colleagues is a local group of Junsha, and when I saw the sword of the driver's son, there were a few who usually played well, so I made an appointment to see it the next day.

As a result, seven or eight people came the next day, and his parents were not at home, so he took out the money he usually saved from making handmade Hanfu jewelry and bought some food and drink for hospitality.

It was considered a gathering of comrades, and the main way for everyone to appreciate the sword was to take turns to take pictures of it.

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

Later, I found out that it was a man named Fan Miao who stole the sword, and he took advantage of everyone's inattention, sneaked into the driver's son's room and threw the sword out of the window, and then pretended to go first, and then went outside to pick up the sword.

Fan Miao stole the sword home, and after playing for a while, he found that the sword was incomparably sharp, so he became curious about the workmanship and material of the sword, and he didn't know what he thought, so he put it on the gas stove at home and burned it.

As a result, something bad happened, there was an explosion in the kitchen, which seriously injured Fan Miao and fractured his body in many places, but fortunately his life was not in danger, but the next medical expenses were not a small amount.

Now Fan Miao's parents came to the driver's house to make trouble, asking the driver to be responsible for 500,000 medical expenses and compensation, and then they were going to go to the homes of the "comrades" who were present that day to make a scene, because everyone present that day was responsible.

How can the driver get out?

His wife's job is not bad, but it is not easy for the two of them to provide for their son to go to school, where can they get 500,000 yuan?

The appearance of Zhou Fuxi undoubtedly allowed Fan Miao's parents to find a new target for blackmail.

"So the sword is yours! You are more than 50 percent responsible for my son's injuries! Fan Miao's mother pointed at Zhou Fuxi and said menacingly, as if she had caught another real murderer.

"In short, 500,000 points is not less. Let's discuss it, you two! Fan Miao's father said in a flat tone.

He is very shrewd and good at taking advantage of people's hearts, turning the problem of making the driver's family responsible into a question of who will contribute more and who will pay less.

If you continue to make trouble like this, the two people will definitely not have the same mind, as long as one person starts to loosen or compromise, things will be much easier.

"Can you be reasonable? What's going on with our family? The driver said weakly.

What to discuss? Whether it's him, or this handsome young guy, it's completely unjustified.

"If your son hadn't called someone to play in your house! My son can have an accident, you touch your conscience and talk about it, why is it none of your family business! ”

Fan Miao's mother almost jumped up, pulled the driver's sleeve again, and said to the neighbors who were watching,

"Everyone will compare hearts, if your child encounters this kind of thing, can you not blame him!"

"I'm your mother, and if something happens to your child, you will curse others? Who compares your heart with your black heart! ”

"It's just that my children are not well educated, so I can blame others!"

"It's all self-inflicted!"

"you, your face is bigger than your belly."

Fan Miao's mother didn't expect that she would be angry, so she sat on the ground directly.

The fat on his waist suddenly piled up and swayed, and the strong elephant's legs kicked on the ground, kicked away the stool in front of him, shook off his round shoulders and slapped the ground and began to howl:

"You inhuman ...... My son was so badly injured that no one did justice to him...... You have lost your conscience! My son, why are you so pitiful, you have been murdered! If the matter doesn't happen to you, you just talk about it! I'm going to die here today......"

Fan Miao's father stood beside him with a gloomy face, but he didn't say a word, he was naturally not suitable as a man to roll around 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 forced to make such a fuss by the people around her.

"It's not good for anyone to be involved in this matter. Everyone compares their hearts to each other, and they still have to understand each other, and sometimes it doesn't mean that anyone has done something wrong, but they will suffer from this kind of disaster in the dark, so you should break the wealth and eliminate the disaster......"

The mediator who came with Fan Miao's parents showed a helpless look of seeing through the world, and said to the driver:

"It's not easy for their family, and there is such a big thing, you look at it like this, it's not good-looking. To put it bluntly, whoever has a stall can only consider themselves unlucky...... If you look at our mediation cases, how many of them can be unplugged? Finally, there is the question of more and less. ”

The driver was already anxious by the two couples, and when he heard the words of the mediator, he only felt angry and bloody, which is what people said?

Feelings, he is unwilling to make this unjust money, so it becomes a dime?

"You too, how is your family doing? Are you an adult? Where did you get that sword...... Ah......h

The mediator turned his head to talk to Zhou Fuxi, and a stone flew from nowhere, hit him in the head, smashed his head and bleed, and let out a miserable scream.

"Who! Who...... Yes...... Who threw the stones! The mediator covered his head, and the blood sprayed, which suddenly made him feel a little dizzy, and he barely got up and looked around, but his eyes were covered with blood.

He wiped it casually, his face was full of blood, which was even more terrifying, and the people around him left Fan Miao's parents and urged him to go to the hospital to bandage him quickly.

A good-hearted middle-aged man carrying a bag of rice noodles hugged him and was about to take him to the hospital, but the mediator stood still and refused to move, "Who is it, stand up!" Don't dare to do it...... Don't go! ”

Zhou Fuxi hurriedly stood up and kindly admonished:

"You see that you are also going to suffer from this kind of hardship in the dark, and if you say something from your heart, you can only consider yourself unlucky. If you don't listen to persuasion, do you mediators have any colleagues? I'll find someone to help you mediate with the guys. ”

The mediator pressed his head, glared at Zhou Fuxi angrily, stumbled under his feet, and fell on Fan Miao's mother, Fan Miao's father hurriedly pulled, stepped on the blood on the ground and slipped, and the three of them suddenly rolled into a ball.

There was a burst of laughter around, and the air was filled with a happy atmosphere, only the driver had a bitter face, what is this called?

He looked at Zhou Fuxi, and there was inevitably some resentment in his eyes, but Zhou Fuxi smiled and took out a green wood-colored fruit and handed it to him.

The driver remembered that Zhou Fuxi wanted to use this betel nut fruit to pay for the fare that night, but the driver naturally didn't allow it at that time, so the other party mortgaged the sword.

The driver had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't care whether the betel nut fruit could be eaten or not, so he stuffed it into his mouth, and he couldn't taste anything, but he felt that there were mixed tastes.