The two things that are incompatible with span and innovation are seemingly uneven.

In fact, it is not the case.

Just as there is no absolute perfection, no absolute chaos, and no absolute miracles in the world, there is no absolute innovation in the world. Even though the former is absolutely infinitely great, because there are other infinite existences, they can never achieve supreme correctness.

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

It's just not good enough now.

There is something else that cannot be done.

There is really nothing we can do about some things.

If you deny that you are powerless now, you will be unable to innovate. If you insist on saying that you can do it now, it is not objective and unrealistic, and it is impossible to carry out the innovation afterwards.

Acknowledging your powerlessness is the first step in innovation.

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

The answer is that nothing can be done.

Forced to do it will only fail completely.

It’s better to rest, think, and pull your hips... Just like if you can’t write a novel, don’t force yourself to put out a few thousand words of garbage that no one can read. It’s better to ask for leave and get a bad hip.

Doing things must be done and done well.

Just as novels should be written well, if they are forced to write them, if they are not well-written, things cannot be done well, and readers' bosses don't buy it, so why bother to work like this? It's nothingness.

Su Zhou knew this very well... If you can't do something, you can't do it. If you force it, it will only be thankless and even make things worse. If you can't beat the enemy, you will only pay yourself.

When it is time to run, run away, if the enemy encircles and suppresses, he will detour, and when the enemy goes on an expedition, he will retreat to the base to defend. If it really doesn't work, he will also go on an expedition.

When you become stronger and then come back to defeat the enemy, it will not affect the final result of a happy ending.

Maybe it's not happy enough... it's not perfect enough. You can't pass the level with one's life, and you'll lose if you see it...

But as for innovation, it’s enough. If you can’t do it this time, you can continue to work hard next time.

The most important thing is not to give up, not to give up, but to admit that you are not good enough, and to admit that you have failed, but to still not give up.

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

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

"Hongshi, look at the knife!"

With such a sword, carrying the entire power of a powerful man with the Tao, just after the waves, it shocked the surrounding void and transformed into various world phantoms, just like a rising sun, illuminating the illusion of the multiverse universe.

It slashed at another powerful man, penetrated his magic weapons, robes, magical powers, flesh and bones, and finally pierced into His chest in the other party's roar.

...

The old man walks on the grassland.

This grassland is broad and quiet, with sunlight shining on it, like a tumultuous green ocean.

The old man said he was old, but he was not very old. Although his hair was gray, his complexion was still rosy and his wrinkles were not considered many. He could only see the lines on both sides of his mouth slightly raised, which should be the result of frequent laughter.

The old man was smiling now. He looked around the endless grassland around him and smiled gently. Every time he took his hands with his hands, he seemed to be more satisfied and happy.

A long time ago, the grassland was not a grassland, but a land of turbulent land burning with flames. At that time, the land of turbulent land was not quiet, and there were even wailing and crying everywhere. The dark clouds tumbling above the sky, but what was falling was not cool rain, but burning sulfur and boiling iron.

The chain of hatred runs through many universes, and the key to remember becomes the notes of hatred. Too many mutually disgusted cause and effect entangled, but there is no relieved result. It can only form a hell of despair and resentment, spreading across this reincarnation.

The old man has experienced many generations of reincarnation and witnessed the eighteen different hell appearances. Some are remembered because of jealousy, some are remembered because of lies, and some are caused by hatred, hostility, killing and curses... Yes, not all are remembered because of ‘love’ and ‘nostalgia’.

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

It is the eternal sleep of rest or the endless punishment, which all come from the choice of life itself.

But that was only temporary.

As time passes, hell will disappear, and the countless souls that remain in it will be liberated one by one, and ultimately left to many people who are still walking is such a quiet, peaceful, endless grassland.

The old man could hardly remember anything. He was also a member of hell at the beginning. He was remembered because of some kind of hostility, some kind of unwillingness, some kind of hatred, and some kind of greed desire.

But later, as time went by, his shallow love and hate began to retreat, and the thought that he could continue walking here was no longer a fierce emotion, but a faint nostalgia.

This made the old man feel quite relaxed. It was not that he could not bear such intense feelings, but that the old man was happy that the person who remembered himself was instinctively.

People who have always hated cannot be happy, and people who have never let go cannot be happy.

The old man believed that one day, the person who remembers himself created a world that can make everyone happy and save all suffering.

He might be able to let go.

And you can embark on the road of reincarnation without any worries.

What?

Too difficult? It's absolutely impossible to do it?

Haha, so what? That's what he is most proud of... the most proud...

Anyway.

He firmly believes that the other party can do it, and it has nothing to do with the possibility of it.

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

Now, the phantom of a middle-aged man suddenly appeared beside the old man who had been walking alone.

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

【It's very tiring to walk here】

After a long silence, the man spoke first and said with some remorse: [Aren’t you tired?]

[Not very tired] The old man responded with a smile: [I can continue to walk]

【But always tired】The man whispered:【What would you do if that happens?】

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

The old man stopped, turned his head and smiled at the man: [Just like now, you have to rest for a while if you need to rest]

[This way you can continue to move on]

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

They walked around day and night, the sun and moon rotated, saw the waves of the sea of ​​clouds, and the roaring rain fell, the cold wind freezes the soft grass and trees, and also saw the towering mountains and rivers suddenly appearing on the earth, with white snow condensed on its top, and the rushing valley flowing from above and across the grassland.

The old man and the man wade through the river, and the smell of the river was salty, like tears.

In the end, they walked through a burning sea of ​​fire, which was warm but did not burn people. The rising smoke turned into a ladder and went straight into the sky, with a faint figure climbing and walking above it.

【… Can I really take a rest?

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

So He asked in confusion: [In the period when I stopped and rested, someone might be waiting for me]

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

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

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

[Is it very anxious?] The old man was also a little surprised: [Is there necessarily someone waiting for you?]

The man thought about it and nodded: [definitely]

The old man asked seriously: [Is it possible to barely arrive only if you set out now?]

The man thought about it, hesitated for a while, and then nodded: [Immediately]

The old man looked solemnly and frowned. He stood up solemnly: [You must be the one who must be there, is it only you can do?]

The man thought about it and was silent for a long time.

He shook his head: [No]

He sighed: [It is not me that I must]

[That's fine] The old man stretched his eyebrows: [No 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 eternal sun on the grassland, and clenched his fists: [There was a man... who also advised me to stop for the time being, but if I really rested, then during the period of my rest, wouldn't there be no hope for those who were not saved...?]

[He advised me to give up. If I obey, wouldn’t this mean that he and I killed those people?]

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

[What's more, let's not talk about whether you have it or not, can you save it... Under this heaven, can you two save people?]

The man let out a breath, and he finally replied: [...No]

[Someone will take your burden]

So the old man nodded with satisfaction: [As long as you help others save more people while they rest and believe that others are correct, then nothing will happen?]
To be continued...