Stretching and innovation are incompatible with fire and water, and they seem to have no room for reconciliation.

In fact, it is not.

Just as there is no absolute perfection, no absolute chaos, and no absolute miracle, there is no absolute innovation in the world, even if the former are absolutely infinite great, but because there are other infinites, they can never Achieve the highest accuracy.

Every innovation is for better...So what is the subtext of this sentence?

It's just not good enough now.

There are still things that can't be done.

Some things are really powerless.

If you deny that you are powerless now, then there is no way to innovate. If you have to say that you can do it now, it is not objective, not seeking truth from facts, and it is impossible to carry out future innovations.

Acknowledging one's inability is the first step in innovation.

So, what should I do if there is nothing I can do?

The answer is nothing can be done.

Doing it forcibly will only fail completely.

It's better to rest, think, and pull your hips... Just as you can't write it, don't forcefully squeeze out a few thousand words of **** that no one can read. It's better to ask for leave and pull your hips.

Doing things is done and done well.

In the same way, it is necessary to write good-looking. If you write it forcibly, the writing will not look good, and things will not be handled well. The reader's boss will not buy it, so why bother to work hard like this? Nothing more.

Su Zhou knows this very well... the things that cannot be done are that they cannot be done. If they are forced to do it, they can only be thankless, and they can even easily mess things up. If an enemy that cannot be beaten is forced to fight, it will only pay for himself.

If it is necessary to run, the enemy will circumvent the enemy's encirclement and suppression, and the enemy will retreat to the base area for defense. If it is impossible, he will expedition.

Waiting to become stronger and then come back to defeat the enemy will not affect the final result is a happy ending.

Maybe not perfect enough...not perfect enough, there is no way to pass the level with one life, you will lose if you see it...

But innovation, it's almost enough in the beginning, this time I can't do it, and I will continue to work hard next time.

The most important thing is not to give up-it is not the kind of not giving up, but after admitting that you can't do it, and after admitting that you have failed, you still don't give up.

This is also a kind of love, a kind of blessing!

A beautiful world must be a world where everyone can make mistakes and have the right to do things that cannot be done!

"Hong Shi, look at the knife!"

There is such a slash out, with all the power of a strong man in the same way, just the aftermath, it shocks the surrounding void, imagining all kinds of world phantoms, like a rising sun, illuminating the other side of the multiverse illusion Dawn.

It slashed at another strong man, pierced through his magic weapons, robes, supernatural powers, flesh and blood and bones, and finally pierced his chest in the opponent's roar.

…

The old man is walking on the grassland.

This grassland is wide and quiet, and the sun shines on it, like a tossing green ocean.

The old man said he was old, but he was not very old. Although his hair was gray, his complexion was still ruddy, and there were not many wrinkles. Only the lines on the sides of the mouth were slightly raised. That should be the result of a constant smile. .

The old man is smiling now. He looks around the endless grassland around him, smiles lightly, and takes a step forward with each hand, as if he is more satisfied and happy.

A long time ago, the grassland was not actually a grassland, but a piece of land burning with flames. At that time, the land was not quiet, and there were even wailing and weeping everywhere. The dark clouds were tumbling above the sky, and what was falling was nothing but wailing. It is not cool rain, but burning sulfur and boiling molten iron.

The chain of hatred runs through many universes, and the key to remember becomes a note of hatred. Too many causes and effects of mutual disgust are entangled, but there is no relieved result. It can only be formed into a **** called despair and resentment. It spreads vertically and horizontally on the origin of this reincarnation.

The old man has gone through many generations of reincarnation and witnessed eighteen different appearances of hell—some are remembered because of jealousy, some are remembered because of lies, and some are remembered because of hatred, hostility, killing and cursing... Yes, not all The memory is all because of'love' and'remembrance'.

If too many souls are remembered because of resentment, then even the peaceful underworld will turn into hell.

Whether it is resting for eternal sleep or uninterrupted punishment, it all comes from life's own choice.

But that was only temporary.

As time goes by, the **** will also dissipate, and the countless souls stranded in it will be released one by one, and finally left to the many people who are still walking, is such a quiet and peaceful, endless grassland.

The old man could hardly remember anything. He was also a member of **** at the beginning. He was remembered because of a certain kind of hostility, a certain unwillingness, a certain chain of hatred, and greedy desire.

But later, as time went by, all the superficial love and hatred in him began to recede, and the thought that allowed him to continue walking here was no longer a fierce emotion, but a kind of faint nostalgia.

This made the old man feel quite relaxed-it was not that he could not bear such fierce feelings, but the old man's instinctive status was happy for the person who remembered himself.

People who have always hated can't be happy, and people who have been unable to let go can't be happy.

The old man believes that one day the person who remembers himself creates a world where everyone can be happy and can save all suffering.

He might be able to relax and let go.

And he can embark on the road of reincarnation without worry.

-what?

too difficult? Absolutely impossible?

Haha, how difficult it is, that is his most proud...the most proud...

In short.

He firmly believes that the other party can do it, and may not have nothing to do with it.

So the old man walked easily on this endless grassland, day after day, until now.

And now, on the side of the old man who had been walking alone, the phantom of a middle-aged man suddenly appeared.

The man had black hair and red eyes. He was stunned for a while at first, staring at the old man, then stepped and walked with him.

[It’s very tiring to walk here]

After being silent for a long time, the man took the lead and said with some reproach: "Aren't you tired? 】

[Not very tired] The old man smiled and responded: [I can go on walking]

[But always tired] The man whispered: [So, what would you do? 】

[I just...] The old man blinked, he thought for a while, then shook his head and said: [I stopped to rest]

The old man stopped, he turned his head and smiled to the man: [It's like this, you have to rest for a while]

[So that we can keep going]

There was another silence, and the old man started again, while the man followed him.

They walked through the alternation of day and night, the sun and the moon cycle, they have seen waves of clouds and heavy rain, they have seen icy winds freeze soft vegetation, and they have seen towering mountains and rivers rising above the earth, and white snow condensing. At its top, the endless river valley rushes down from above, across the grassland.

The old man and the man waded across the river, the taste of the river was salty, like tears.

And in the end, they walked through a burning sea of ​​fire, warm but not burned, the rising smoke turned into a ladder, straight into the sky, and faint shadows climbed and walked on it.

[...Can you really rest?]

A man walks on this grassland. He enjoys the time with the old man, but he always feels that this is not good, and he cannot stand such a time.

So He asked in confusion: [Someone may be waiting for me during this time of stopping to rest]

[If I rest, those who are waiting for me may not be able to wait]

[If I rest, those who are in need of me to save may not be saved]

He murmured, looking around the boundless grassland and wind: [Can I really rest? 】

[Are you worried? ] The old man was also a little surprised: [Is someone waiting for you? ]

The man thought for a while and nodded: [Definitely]

The old man solemnly asked: [Is it only possible to get there if you set off right now? ]

The man thought for a while, hesitated for a while, then nodded: [immediately]

The old man's eyes were dignified, his brows frowned, and he stood up solemnly: [Is it right or wrong? Is it something that only you can do? ]

The man thought for a while, and was silent for a long time.

He shook his head: [No]

He sighed: [It’s not me.]

[That’s okay] The old man stretched his brows: [It’s not a big problem, you can rest]

[But this is not the reason for me to rest]

The man was a little unsatisfied when he heard this.

He raised his head, looked at the eternally shining sun on the grassland, and clenched his fists: [Someone... also advised me to stop temporarily, but if I really rest, then during the time I rest, I don’t get it. People who are saved... don't they have no hope anymore? 】

[He persuaded me to give up. If I obeyed, wouldn’t it be equivalent to me and him killing those people? 】

[What silly words] The old man shook his head: [The murderer will always be the murderer. What does it have to do with you who saves? ]

[Not to mention, let’s not say if you have any, can you save...under the sky, can only you two save people? ]

The man breathed out, he finally replied: [...no]

[Someone will take your burden]

So the old man nodded in satisfaction: [As long as you help others save more people when they are resting, and believe that others are correct, then nothing will be all right? ]

The old man and the man continued to walk.

The man was silent for a long time.

He is thinking about some of the simplest problems in the world, but they are also the most complicated ones.

—Can I trust other people?

He thought so. This question is not a problem at all for many people, but even until death, no one may be able to give an absolute, 100% answer.

Believe in the conscience and morality of human beings, believe in the faith and will of the same people, and believe that besides oneself, there are people who can guarantee the survival of the vast majority of people.

hard to believe.

A person with a conscience and morality may be able to guarantee that he will never take the initiative to betray others, but can he guarantee that others are the same as himself?

Except for him, do people really have nothing to ask for, just hope that they can live as much as possible and as good as possible?

Even if it is the innovation...I will make unrealistic demands on my own people, causing all living beings to fall into a vortex of continuous progress, continuous self-reflection, and never feel at ease...

Can you believe it?

【I can not do it】

The man’s spine suddenly collapsed. He bent down and half-kneeled on the ground. The man concealed his face and sighed, tears streaming from his fingers: [I…I have seen too many people’s repetitions, and I have seen too many people’s morals]

[I have seen someone who came forward when encountering an injustice. He just said a fair word, but he was regarded as a treacherous evil. It was obvious that someone was wronged. He wanted to be fair, but he was slandered by the other party. Relatives, have accepted bribes, or the other party has an unspeakable relationship with him, and has friendship for many years]

[I have seen people abandon their wives and children for the sake of wealth, betray their close friends, just because they have money to buy new beauties and get new friends]

[I have seen some slaves who do not want to be free when they are enslaved. Instead, they find value from the enslaved life, praise the master’s preferential treatment, honor the master’s dog, and admire the joy of the master intoxicated]

[I can't believe them. Most sentient beings are like this. When they encounter difficulties, they will retreat. When they encounter disasters, they say that the sky is tall. Even if some people are unwilling to retreat and are willing to stand up, there are many people who think they are fools.]

[I am willing to be a fool, I save these people time and time again... But will anyone else really be willing? 】

Lifting his head, the tearful man still clenched his fists: [How can I dare to believe them? I have always looked at sentient beings with the greatest malice, because I have to do everything well and prevent them from making any mistakes. How can I rest? 】

[It's like...you...] He said, looking at the old man.

[You believe them, what did they do to you? 】

The old man stared at the man, and the two looked at each other in silence.

He can't remember who this man is, and he doesn't know what the relationship between him and him is. The other party is inexplicable, and in short, everything is a bit weird.

However, he felt that... the other party is worthy of his pride.

Of course, of course.

Of course something to be proud of.

In any case, the man did what the old man had never imagined or expected.

[Silly boy]

So he stretched out his hand, grabbed the man's shoulder, and tried to pull him up: [What are you talking about? ]

But obviously, he couldn't pull it up. The weight of the man was far more than he imagined. It seemed to be the weight of a universe, several universes, how many stars in the world, and how many planes, time and space are piled up.

This kind of pressure is like an ordinary strong person, who has already crushed or escaped from this responsibility. For men, this pressure is too heavy and overwhelmed long ago, but the man has been carrying it all the time. I don't speak to outsiders, but constantly add more weight to myself.

Except for his own wishes, perhaps few people in this universe can pull him up.

Since it can’t be done, the old man didn’t force it. He stretched out his hand, leaned down, and patted the man’s shoulder: [You have to believe that everyone... Now that everyone’s moral standards are problematic, it’s not that the future will always be like this. , How can everyone believe you? ]

As he said this, the old man said with a leisurely tone, he looked at the infinite grassland in the distance: [If you don’t rest, if in the future, you encounter an unprecedented strong enemy, but because you don’t have a good spirit, you lose because of a single trick...Why? Isn’t it a pity that it didn’t save people? ]

[However, among the infinite possibilities, there must be my persistence, so I can win...]

The man spoke, seeming to want to refute, but was interrupted by the old man: [No but]

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the front. The endless green grassland led to the endless distance.

His tone was quite energetic at this time: [You said infinite possibilities? I understand this very well. This means that the people you cannot save are infinite, and the people you can save are also infinite]

[If you say, because you rest, the people you can’t save are infinite; then because you rest, the people you can save are also infinite]

The man also raised his head at this moment, he looked at the infinite grassland, his eyes blank.

And the old man’s words continued: [Do you understand? Silly boy]

[Unless you yourself are ‘infinite’, otherwise, no matter how you choose, there is an infinite future, which is not as you wish]

[But if you are ‘infinite’, then no matter how many infinite possibilities there are in the infinite future infinite time and space, it will be as you wish]

The old man said: [The most important thing is to believe]

He reached out to the man again, smiling.

[Child, although I have long forgotten, but because I believe, I can travel endless years here]

He said: [I believe that there is one person who has not forgotten me. I believe, he also believes in me. Because I believe, I seem to be walking alone on this plain of reincarnation, and I have been walking for an unknown number of years, but I have never felt lonely]

[Because I believe that ‘people’ will intersect, parallel lines will intersect, and infinite cause and effect will derive... All the origins, including correctness, are all because of firm belief]

[You can be disappointed, look down on, and even hate the capriciousness of sentient beings, not to be educated... these are all your strengths]

[But you can’t help but believe them—because you came out of that kind of sentient being, right? How can you not believe it]

The old man stretched out his hand with relief, joy, and admiration: [Even if you don’t believe in sentient beings...children, you must seduce the Lord]

[Your existence is my belief]

The man stretched out his hand in silence, he took the old man's hand and stood up.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the center of his chest, where there was a knife wound. This knife wound was burning and painful. This kind of heat can only be created by the purest young man. The person who made this knife wound must have never seen hundreds of millions of people. The evil of sentient beings in the new year will be pure and hot.

[All beings will lie and deceive, arrogant and hypocritical, greedy, lazy and irritable]

He stood up, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself: [All beings are sad, ignorant, eager to survive, and will hurt others for their own survival]

[A powerful existence, as long as it appears, is evil, and if they are successful in cultivation, they will become a natural class, and they will naturally oppress, and naturally draw different rifts from others]

[I know that this is an infinite evil, unless all beings love each other, the strong love the weak, and the weak also love the strong, otherwise the mutual aggression and harm will never end]

[I thought it would be saved]

[What a joke] The old man said: [You don't believe they can do it, why do you force them to do it? You are not crazy]

[If you believe, you won’t force it, will you? ]

The stab wound on his chest is getting hotter and hotter.

At this moment, the man suddenly understood that it was not because the person who stabbed the knife was innocent to be so hot. The true hotness can only be achieved by burning endless evil thoughts. He must have witnessed many evils and many pure ugliness.

Many illusions flickered before the man's eyes—he saw that there are emperors purely for their own survival, for their own better lives, for their own desires to kill the billions of people under their own governance, and there are national teachers who help the monks to abuse them and regard all beings as their own. Blood is a resource to nourish one's own road.

He saw that there were sentient beings and gods who were jealous of each other, because they couldn't believe it, and because it was difficult to communicate, they used killing as words and slaughter as communication, competing with each other for the chance of survival in the next era and the continuous vitality of the next era.

He also saw that there are pure wicked people who trample on the wishes of others for their own wishes, wicked people running on the planet, walking in fear, and forging their own ladders to the sky, and demons calling in the deep space just for the sake of Let the eyes of sentient beings focus on themselves, and they will kill on a large scale.

There are too many illusions, too many.

For true peace and to reshape a new world, seven wish-holders fight each other, make the innocents bleed, and also forge their own desire for the future; they want to prove their worth and are no longer the king of fairy pets. On the contrary, he turned into a demon, seized the future of his own people, and turned his life into a plaything in his palm.

Too much, for the sake of freedom, so trample on Fa-rectification; for the sake of Fa-rectification, trample on freedom.

Because I hope that sentient beings will no longer cry, and the great wish for a perfect ending has created the bitter fruit of generations of immortals crushing and overturning; because of the existence of nothingness and suffering, I would rather destroy the universe of sentient beings and prove the meaning of survival. Does it exist?

Until the end, the sun sinks into the dusk, and the void of twilight overthrows everything.

But there is a dawn, and the world is tomorrow.

The man silently knew that the evil devouring demon lord had swallowed all his malice before finally igniting a flame and turning it into the current scorching heat.

—Is the person who stabbed the knife disappointed?

He was disappointed every time the long knife was out of its sheath.

—Angry?

Every time he shot an enemy, he was very angry.

—Has he shot?

Every time he encountered ugliness, he shot without hesitation and vowed to save.

How is he different from himself?

【...】

After a long silence, the man opened his mouth.

He said softly: [He believes]

[He believes that if he does this, sentient beings can become better, and sentient beings can definitely become better...just like himself]

[So bless, give them strength and possibility]

Disappointed, so what?

If you are not disappointed, you don't need to teach. If you are not disappointed, you don't need to save it. If you are not disappointed, you will not be enlightened, you will not be saved, you will not be able to transcend all things in the sea of ​​suffering, and save all sentient beings.

"Disappointment is only the beginning, not the result."

There was a voice from the knife mark on his chest: "Hiroshi, the great existence is stronger and more perfect than you. It is truly infinite, transcending the infinite... But because things are man-made, there are still mistakes in the world."

"You want to be saved by one person, all living beings will obey your own will, an order and law, and one person will lead the way, then [Jiyi] will do better than you."

"You have to predetermine the path of sentient beings, and determine the fate and future of everyone, then [Fate] I think it is more perfect than what you have done."

"You hate sin, and you want to judge everything with your own strength... To be honest, I think I can do better than you in the past. That's the way I have traveled."

"But I was wrong, and great existence is also wrong, but so what?"

"Hong Shi... firmly believes that he is wrong, but also firmly believes."

"Take a rest for the time being, prepare well,'believe' is the infinite starting point, so..."

"Hong Shi-look at the knife!"

I heard such a voice vaguely.

[What are you waiting for, someone else has already reached out]

The old man smiled and stared at the man: [Ye Qiu, are you still wandering here? ]

The old man digging the well said softly: [If you believe me, why don't you believe that there will be a second me in these infinite heavens? ]

[All beings are like tides, why wait for me to return, there are thousands and thousands, infinite and infinite people like me in the infinite void sea]

[Why don’t you want to believe that all beings in the future can be just like me, and it’s worth your belief? ]

The old man smiled and waved goodbye. He walked forward without reluctance, leaving the man in place.

[Goodbye, Xiaoye, I can go on, I believe you can let me go on]

He believed, believed that the man could do many things, many things that he could not do.

So he walked forward without hesitation and would not look back.

Thunder sounded from the sky.

Clenching his fists, the man called Hongshi and Ye Qiu raised his head. He saw that a long knife propped up against the sky traversed endless time and space, bursting with thunder.

It was the hot knife that blasted himself into this place, blasted into silence.

He is no longer angry, but still a little at a loss, he can't help but shout out: [Who are you? 】

For a moment, he heard a surging sound, it was a surging tide, a potential torrent, and an eternal force was rolling.

"who I am?"

The voice responded: "I am a power, always dormant, eternal circulation."

"I make the weepers smile, and I make the happy ones unsatisfied."

"I am Zhuzhou, and I am also an innovation."

[Humans originate from light and are born in heaven and earth, apes and monkeys seek to live on the earth, but they will look up at the starry sky for a long time]

[Life is born, it has its own return date]

[Living creatures are born in the world, and there is the shadow of death to follow]

[The weight of survival is equal to the burden on all living beings, making all living beings bow their heads; in the hearts of all things created by light and soil, ugly silt and dazzling flames are born together]

[There is fire in the eyes staring at the starry sky, but fire is not a sacred thing, it will be easily extinguished, being extinguished by survival, exhaustion, numbness, pain and despair]

[If it goes out, it should go out]

[It’s just that today, human beings are still staring into the distance]

"Because of me."

"Because there are thousands of people like me."

"Because there are tens of thousands of people like you and me."

"I am the eyes staring at the stars, the greed that yearns for a better life, I am the abyss of perpetual tribulation, and the spider silk that climbs to the top of redemption."

"I am Zhuzhou, and I am also an innovation."

The voice solemnly said: "It is also the heart that believes in and is believed by all beings."

"I believe in love, in dreams, in all unrealistic things, and believe that I can create a better future than fairy tales-human beings have not fallen into darkness, precisely because human beings are unwilling to fall into darkness.”

"That's why we were born, and we are also one of sentient beings!"

"So I believe it!"

The multiverse void.

Su Zhou slashed out and sank into Hongshi's chest.

Endless blessings are instilled into it, Su Zhou draws a knife, and the blood of the strong man in the sky is splashed, and a bright rainbow is outlined in the void.

Hongshi's blood is gray-brown, steady and firm, but without brilliant colors. He walked wearily for a long time, without relatives, friends, teachers, descendants, and heirs.

He walked alone until he was struck by a knife.

Suddenly, even the strong people of the Harmony Dao were stunned. A Harmony of the same level as him attached himself wholeheartedly to a natal sword, instilling his core meaning of the Great Dao. , Such a blow, if it hits Tianfeng Xuanren, or Taishi Shengzun such a powerful person of the same Dao, I am afraid that it will hit them back to the Dao brand and wait for their resurrection.

If you are unlucky, I am afraid that only the tavern at the end of the universe will be able to see the Hedao with no remaining scum.

But how powerful is Hiroshi? His obsession, perseverance, rightness and great power, and even in the Hongshi world group, the power of many sentient beings who believe in him has been continuously supporting him.

Yes, what Hong Shi did was not perfect. Just in the turbulent gap of the great road created by his battle with Su Zhou, many rebels and betrayers would appear.

However, even when many people like Lu Cangyuan were destroyed, there were tens of thousands who believed that practitioners upholding Hongshi's way of salvation were dispatched to repair many disaster-stricken cities, rescue the injured people, and soothe the crying of sentient beings.

Even many worlds themselves are eager for the return of Hongshi-as a world, there is no better manager than Hongshi.

After all, how many people are born in humans, but are willing to suppress the speed at which sentient beings gain power in order to protect the rights and interests of the world itself? You know, one day you know how many powerful people have the mindset of ‘this world can’t live anymore, then I will take my people to another world to squeeze’.

Therefore, many worlds in the heavens and worlds also welcome the road of Hongshi.

Yes, Hong Shi did not believe in sentient beings.

But all beings are willing to believe in Hong Shi who has been saving.

Because of that call, Hiroshima’s dazed will reconstituted in the void, his scattered eyes condensed, he saw the blood that was pouring out of his chest, he saw Su who was closing the knife and staring at him. day.

He stared, then coughed.

[Ahem...]

The body shook and stood firm.

Under Su Zhou's gaze, UU reads www. uukanshu. Com Hiroshi was silent for a long time.

The youth also waited patiently.

Until the end, all the turbulence in the void was calmed down, all the splendid light was silent, and everything returned to the time of silence.

A voice sounded.

[I lost]

Lifting his head, let out a sigh, Hiroshima stared at the young man in front of him, and he slowly said: [But, the innovation of blessing, can you bless me? 】

He said word by word, slowly: [Bless me the loser, the one who has gone astray? 】

This is his last question.

"of course."

And the young man said: "The emperor of Hongshi."

He smiled and stretched out his hand: "If you want to believe it."

"You are also an innovation."

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