What exactly was "kindness"?
The level of this question was a little high. For a layman like Sui Xiong, he couldn't think of any reliable answers. It was nothing more than helping others, being kind to others, blessing others, or sacrificing oneself to save others. The highest level was a piece of news he had seen before he traveled to this world. The daughter of a member of a refugee protection organization in a certain country was raped by a refugee. She died a horrible death, but the member still insisted on protecting the rights of the refugees …
No, the last one couldn't be considered kindness after thinking about it. How could protecting evil be considered kindness?
All in all, Sui Xiong felt that although his definition of kindness couldn't be very precise, he could at least say one, two, three, four, five, six. Each category could probably be subdivided into several smaller points, and each point might have several directions.
However, it was only now that he realized that his understanding of "kindness" was still lacking.
Moreover, there were so many things that … if he wanted to list them one, two, three, he would need to write them down on a piece of paper.
So, Sui Xiong was making up for it.
He didn't think that his understanding of kindness was very wrong, and he didn't intend to completely accept his understanding of the God of Virtue either. But he had to admit that his way of thinking had many flaws and shortcomings. He really needed to study hard and make up for them.
It was just like on Earth. Perhaps because of the advanced information technology, even a primary school student could surpass ancient scholars in some aspects. But after entering the field that they were good at, most people would still be beaten by the ancient people from a thousand or even two thousand years ago, and they would have to study hard. And even if they studied hard for half their lives, they would most likely be beaten by their predecessors from a few decades or even hundreds of years ago.
Only those who were talented and diligent, and could persevere and work hard, could finally surpass their predecessors, climb to the shoulders of giants, and point in the direction of the future of mankind.
Sui Xiong didn't think that he was a genius. He wasn't the kind of guy who thought, "Ah, it's so troublesome to add from one to a hundred. Why don't I just split it into 50 groups of 101 and multiply it to get 5050?" He was born to defeat others, and he wasn't that kind of person.
To be honest, he actually wanted to be that kind of person, but unfortunately, he lacked the talent in this area.
He had never seen such a person in his life. Perhaps it was an alien in human skin. It was not something that ordinary people would have the chance to meet.
Sui Xiong was a normal person, at least he felt that he was a normal person. Oh, he didn't even look like a human now, or should he be called a "normal jellyfish"? No, a normal jellyfish was nothing more than a cold jellyfish or a cold jellyfish skin. Brother Xiong was so mighty and domineering. Naturally, he couldn't become a cold jellyfish or a cold jellyfish skin. Even if he didn't become a cold jellyfish, he couldn't! He was already old, and the texture of the jellyfish was not good. Anyone who used a thousand-year-old jellyfish to cook would definitely be kicked out of the kitchen and would never have the chance to return to the kitchen again …
Stop your messy thoughts right now!
The amazing thing was that Sui Xiong could concentrate on learning while letting his imagination run wild. His current level of seriousness in his studies was comparable to that of his senior year of high school in October when he was attending a cram school in an art gallery that was said to be very good at turning something rotten into something magical.
Yes, back then, Brother Xiong took part in the joint art examination, and later on, he studied fine arts. As for his college entrance examination results … To be honest, they weren't good, but in their department, he was actually considered a top student.
After entering the university and learning about this, he was stunned for a long time. Finally, he sighed, "No wonder the admission threshold for the art major is so low …"
Sui Xiong also knew that he lacked talent. Therefore, he had always been more serious and diligent in his studies. He didn't dare to say that he was hanging his head from a beam or an awl piercing his buttocks, but at least he could guarantee that he was more diligent than Sima Guang. At least when his level wasn't good enough, he would understand that he couldn't do it and learn from those who did well. He wouldn't stubbornly make crazy mistakes and leave behind a bad reputation as a "perverse person."
By the way, Brother Xiong's understanding of Sima Guang was limited to two things. The first was "Sima Guang smashing the vat" that he had learned in elementary school. The second was that in university, Professor Cheng had more than once ridiculed him as a "fake prime minister" and "unworthy of his name." Even from the praises given to him by the politicians and scholars of the past, he had contemptuously swept away the "rotten nature of the feudal landlord" and so on. He was indeed a purebred Bolshevik.
In the barren gray wilderness, Sui Xiong once again returned to the size of a hat. He landed on the ground and faced the ball of light that was almost half the size of his body. He remained silent.
The Dragon of Chaos, on the other hand, had once again returned to his unbearably old appearance. He was lying on an old chair that no one knew where he had gotten it from. He seemed to be sleeping, but he wasn't.
In this quiet wilderness, not even the sound of the wind could be heard. There was only a deathly silence.
In Sui Xiong's heart, countless knowledge, countless concepts, and countless thoughts and emotions were surging like a tide.
The amazing thing was that when these things flowed through his heart, they were like clear spring water flowing through a white stone. Other than a few fleeting ripples, they did not leave the slightest trace behind.
This was because these things did not belong to Sui Xiong.
With his current realm and level, it was true that he had not reached the point where he could get his hands on the "greater Divine Power."
It was just like how the Goddess of Harvest had obtained this treasure for so long, but in the end, she had not been able to gain any enlightenment. She had also spent a lot of time and energy to study this treasure in detail and to understand the "goodness" contained within it. But everything was in vain. Until her death, she had not been able to gain anything of value from it.
However, Sui Xiong was not discouraged at all. He continued to study in silence.
In the beginning, he was still able to think relatively clearly. He understood why he could not learn it and understood where the gap was. He was even able to divert some of his attention to let his imagination run wild with wild ideas. But as time passed, his thoughts gradually scattered and became extremely messy. There was not a single thing that could be formed. It was like a chaotic dream.
After that, these chaotic thoughts finally calmed down gradually. His thoughts had completely entered an ethereal state. It was as if his empty mind had become a mirror, reflecting the wisdom and insights of the God of Virtue.
The Dragon of Chaos, who was lying on the chair, seemed to have fallen asleep. He opened his eyes and stared at Sui Xiong.
After an unknown amount of time, Sui Xiong suddenly smiled.
With this smile, the seemingly frozen Dragon of Chaos suddenly regained his vitality. His eyes once again glowed with the brilliance of wisdom. But in this brilliance, there was an additional touch of indescribable clarity.
If the feeling that he gave others before was that of a "smart person," then the feeling that he gave others now was that of a "smart person who already knew the answer." That indescribable clarity in his eyes could be better described with an idiom.
He had a well-thought-out plan.
"Do you understand now?" the Dragon of Chaos asked.
Sui Xiong shook his head but revealed a smile. "Although I have yet to understand, I have already found the direction that belongs to me."
"What does the" goodness "that belongs to me look like? I almost know where I should work hard. "
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