"Changes?"
Fuxi raised his head and had just opened his mouth.
Yuhua Zi broke off a segment of fruit and slipped it straight into his mouth.
Fuxi froze. The fruit was already pressed against his tongue, its sweet-and-sour juice spilling out.
Yuhua Zi asked with a smile, "Well? Tasty, isn't it?"
Fuxi nodded blankly.
Smiling, Yuhua Zi clasped his hands behind his back and recited, "In Changes there is the Supreme Ultimate, which gives rise to the Two Forms."
"Endless generation is what is called Changes."
As Fuxi chewed, he lowered his gaze to the bluestone.
The Taiji Diagram was still there.
One black, one white.
Fuxi immediately looked up, wanting to ask more.
But Yuhua Zi waved a hand. "All right, all right. That's enough for today."
Fuxi bowed at once and said respectfully, "Please continue teaching me, Master."
Yuhua Zi raised an eyebrow. "So now you know to call me Master?"
Fuxi raised his head and looked at Yuhua Zi, his expression unchanged.
"You said a master is someone who resolves doubts."
"You resolve my doubts, so naturally you are my master."
Yuhua Zi rolled his eyes at him and lay back down on the bluestone.
"Suit yourself."
Seeing him like this, Fuxi stood rooted to the spot.
Yuhua Zi shifted to one side, then raised a hand and patted the space he had made.
"What are you standing there gawking for?"
"Come over!"
"Let's have a nap first. We can talk about the rest when we get back."
Fuxi nodded and lay down beside him.
The bluestone was not wide.
Their shoulders touched.
Yuhua Zi closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
Fuxi kept gazing at the clouds in the sky for a long time.
After that, Yuhua Zi followed Fuxi back to his tribe.
Fuxi