Chapter 162: Water has no form, leaving no vulnerability!

Inside the broadcasting studio where Ziwei was located, there were no cameras, rendering it a completely enclosed space.

Sitting in the armchair, Ziwei blushed and did not dare to raise her head. She had stuttered again!

Walking up to the circular microphone, Yue Xiaotian directly switched it off.

At that exact moment, the outside world went completely crazy.

No matter how one changed the channels, there was now only one voice, and as one could see through the display screens, it was Hongmei broadcasting.

Without dwelling on the changes in the outside world—even though Yue Xiaotian was well aware of what they would become—his entire focus at the moment was on Ziwei.

Only after decoding it did he realize that the passage the little woman had copied, titled *Water Has No Name*, carried a sense of déjà vu, bearing a close resemblance to the *Tao Te Ching* of Laozi that he was preparing to write. The only difference was that one spoke of the Great Tao, while the other spoke of the Great Water.

Having grown up in the Hongkun Celestial Realm, Ziwei knew nothing of Laozi's philosophy, nor did she know that he had replaced "Tao" with "water," metaphorically using ordinary water to convey the idea that the highest good is like water, deeming water in its various forms as the existence closest to the Tao.

She did not know that she was interpreting the *Tao Te Ching* with her own distinct personality, while also channeling the core philosophy of Zhuang Zhou (Zhuangzi): humans follow the earth, the earth follows heaven, heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature, along with the concept of the three types of sounds from heaven, earth, and humanity.

She did not know that out of an understanding of "water," the ancient sages of the Earth's Huaxia tribe used it as the primary element to explain the development and change of all things in the universe through the method of the *I Ching*.

She did not know that the origins of all five major civilizations on Earth were inseparable from river basins.

She did not know the fundamental origins of the three pillars of human civilization on Earth: philosophy, religion, and art.

She did not know the philosophical proposition that "water is the origin of all things."

She did not know why Chinese characters were called Han characters, nor why so many of them bore the triple-dot water radical.

She did not know that both the origin and propagation of cells are inseparable from water.

She did not know that in the medical treatise *Essays on Medicine: Qi, Blood, Spirit, and Essence*, essence is described in four ways: essence, blood, bodily fluids (jin), and fluids (ye).

She did not know that the ancient Greek "father of science," Thales, believed that water gives birth to all things, all things possess a spirit, and all things ultimately return to water.

She did not know Zhuangzi's passage from *Autumn Floods*: "There is no flood in the world greater than the sea; all rivers flow into it, yet it never fills nor empties."

She did not know the lines from Cao Cao's poem *Watching the Blue Sea*: "The movement of the sun and moon seems to rise from within it; the brilliance of the Milky Way seems to emerge from its depths."

She did not know the lines from Zhang Zhao, one of the "Three Masters of Calligraphy," gazing at the sea: "Heaven and earth float on a single breath, the ancient and modern are immersed in two spheres."

She did not know the famous scholar Qu Dajun's poem on gazing at the sea in Tongzhou: "The sun and moon swallow and spit each other out, heaven and earth are naturally in a state of primal chaos."

She did not know that looking across ancient and modern literature both at home and abroad on Earth, everyone has marveled at the vastness of the sea and the mystery of water! The examples were too numerous to list!

Therefore, when she recited this passage excerpted from the supreme code *Water Has No Name*, her mind went completely blank. She could not comprehend true grandeur.

She had no idea what tone, emotion, expression, movement, pitch, pause, speed, intensity, volume, breathing, and other factors should be used for this scripture, even though he had already taught her.

Without understanding this origin, it was impossible to truly express the core ideology of the *Lesser Woman's Classic*: "Women are water."

Unable to truly express her immediate emotions as well as the emotional resonance of the Yue dance piece itself, strictly speaking, this constituted a failure.

To put it bluntly, she would lose this broadcasting and scripture-recitation battle, and she would lose in utter and complete disgrace.

However, he was not nervous at all. Even though he knew Hongmei's data outside definitely exceeded millions, or perhaps even tens of millions.

Walking up to Ziwei, Yue Xiaotian lifted her chin. "It's still very early. Isn't it a bit too early to give up now?"

Ziwei did not pull her chin away from Yue Xiaotian's right index finger, but she still didn't dare to meet his eyes.

Whenever she thought about how her mentor had poured his heart and soul into her affairs over the past three days, exhausting a vast amount of mental energy, and even persisting with a wounded, bleeding head, she felt terrible.

Every single word, term, phrase, paragraph, section, chapter, and tone of this scripture had been taught to her with meticulous, painstaking detail.

Yet, she was simply too inept.

In the actual competition, she had stammered again.

Why did she keep breaking her mentor's heart?

Why was she so stupid?

Why?

Why?

Sob, sob...

Looking at the sobbing Ziwei, Yue Xiaotian's heart shattered.

Gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, he smiled and said, "If we lose this, you'll have to take a bath with me later."

"Shameless! Mentor, you're still in the mood to cheer me up. Weiwei doesn't want to talk to you anymore."

"Haha."

Amidst a hearty laugh, Yue Xiaotian leaned his upper body across the podium and with a click, switched on the circular microphone.

Immediately afterward, he leaned in toward Ziwei, who was sitting on the stool and nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

Gently pressing down on Ziwei's slightly trembling shoulders, he murmured softly in her ear, "Concentrate completely. Your mentor says you can do it, so you can do it—even if you can't, you still can. Relax your entire body. I want you—"

Before long, Ziwei, who was still hopelessly trapped in a vortex of self-blame, regret, remorse, grievance, and a myriad of other emotions, felt her soul tremble.

Following Yue Xiaotian's whispered words, Ziwei's breathing gradually grew rapid. Her body began to tense up before softening completely.

Her blue eyes blinked repeatedly. Her gaze was as alluring as silk, her breath felt as though it were slipping away, and her whole body was heating up, burning, growing feverish.

Moreover, Ziwei felt as though she were melting away, a nameless sense of happiness welling up in her heart.

Every drop of blood, every inch of skin, and every cell in her body was cheering and rejoicing, yet feeling profoundly shy.

Because Yue Xiaotian was whispering sweet nothings and a flood of tender, mushy romantic words directly into Ziwei's left ear. And the left ear happens to be exceptionally sensitive to emotional information.

Coupled with Yue Xiaotian's miraculous romantic murmurs—his tone, rhythm, pitch, intensity, and emotion all executed with absolute perfection right against her ear—Ziwei had nowhere to escape; her entire body melted into water!

When both her dance soul and her physical body entered an arcane, mystical state, under Yue Xiaotian's guidance, Ziwei began to broadcast.

And this particular section, marking the origin of the *Lesser Woman's Classic* and belonging to the segment titled *Water Has No Name*, began:

"All things in heaven and earth possess a law, and of all laws, water comes first. Water is the foundation of all laws, the source of wisdom, and the mother of all things.

Water gives birth to all things, water embraces all things. All things have names, which are called constant yet not constant.

Water first named is the source; water afterward named is the law. Source and law are not constant.

When water engulfs, it is named void; when water dissolves, it is named emptiness. Void and emptiness are not constant.

Where water is deep, it is named abyss; where water is shallow, it is named pool. Abyss and pool are not constant.

Where water is below, it is named yin; where water is above, it is named yang. Yin and yang are not constant.

Where water is light, it is named heaven; where water is heavy, it is named earth. Heaven and earth are not constant.

Where water reflects, it is named dark; where water is upright, it is named bright. Darkness and brightness are not constant.

When water gathers, it is named life; when water scatters, it is named death. Life and death are not constant.

When water is yang, it is named tide; when water is yin, it is named ebb. Tide and ebb are not constant.

The water of ordinary water—its mother is named vapor, assuming a myriad of forms.

When scarce, it is named ice; when vast, it is named ocean. Ice and ocean are constant.

When few, it is named sand; when many, it is named flood. Sand and flood are constant.

When burned, it is named fire; when extinguished, it is named electricity. Fire and electricity are constant.

When winding, it is named wind; when straight, it is named thunder. Wind and thunder are constant.

When in motion, it is named time; when at rest, it is named space. Time and space are constant.

When white, it is named light; when black, it is named darkness. Light and darkness are constant.

When water is thick, it is named blood; when replenishing water, it is named medicine; when water is present, it is named life; when water is absent, it is named death; when water vaporizes, it is named rain; when crystallized, it is named snow; when gathered, it is named frost; when condensed, it is named dew; when rain turns to vapor, it is named hail; when floating upward, it is named cloud; when undissipated, it is named fog; when reflecting light, it is named rainbow.

All things are constant, yet they may also be not constant."