The gentleman in ethnology said that human nature is like flowing water. If the water is shallow, it will flow rapidly, and if it is deep, it will be flat; some will be undulating on the surface but calm on the inside; some will be calm but will hide whirlpools; some will be wide and long rivers and mighty and mighty; some will be shallow and trickling; some will be flooded by rain and will be sunny and uncertain at all times; and some will be able to accommodate all rivers without drought or indiscriminateness.

Those who are deep in the water can also make waves, and those who are wide can also become disasters. Rong Baichuan and Naya Yan, do not follow the wind and waves, do not be angry for a while, people are in a lifetime, and they can be safe.

In Hutu's view, it's none of his business, and it's all right. It's okay to slip away, it's okay. In fact, he didn't know which one he belonged to. All the so-called humanity seems to suit him, but it's all like, nothing. Rather than comparing his temperament to water, it is better to say that he is a puddle of mud. The Terrans said that the mud couldn't hold up the wall, but Hutu thought it was good to make a puddle of mud. Feel at ease like mud, at least not disturbed by others. After all attention left his body, he slowly immersed himself in his spiritual world.

But what he can't understand is that there are so many people who always want to judge others by their own life and values, so as to come to a conclusion that is impossible to be right. What can be proved?

Perhaps a puddle of mud only proves the stupidity of those who break their hearts, Hutu thought. Can you imagine how malleable this mud is? He Hutu is much better than the so-called gifted kids. He doesn't know any rules, he doesn't know right and wrong, he can't understand right and evil. Compared with those edifying remarks, he wants to see with his own eyes and slowly comprehend with his own heart, and if he can touch it, he wants to try what kind of texture those so-called truths have.

But the reality is that the world is a disappointment for him. The gentleman of ethnology said that he did not learn and did not know how to do it. He was very angry, you said that it is okay if I don't learn, because those old things have nothing to learn. But I can't say that I don't have a technique, my technique is a technique that no one can understand. Uh- so to speak, it's not a bad idea to say that I'm incompetent.

In fact, Hutu did not depart from the Terran texts, and unlike many children, he always tried to understand them on his own. And not the interpretation of the gentlemen of ethnography. Therefore, the gentleman once rebuked him harshly and told him to be cautious.

Whenever this happens, Hutu always bows his head and is silent. Recite his mantra in his heart, hoping that the gentleman will be able to do what he wishes when he reads it. For example, the beard fell off and left angrily, for example, the eyes were red and were taken away by the clan gods, for example, suddenly incontinent and rushed out without shame. He has recited such a mantra many times, and he doesn't know how many springs, autumns, colds and summers, but none of them have worked. Finally, Hutu called this phenomenon borderlessness.

What is the realm of no realm? It is the realm that can be cultivated, but has not yet been cultivated, and it can be regarded as the realm between the paper realm and the mortal. He thinks that there is a realm for spells, but he can't make a merit after casting spells for several years, because he is in a realm of no realm. If he had cultivated to the paper realm, his monstrous hatred would have turned into a burning flame and burned that verbose gentleman to the ground! But why didn't he resist? He attributed it to his own mud doctrine.

There is another reason why Hutu insists on his doctrine of sludge. When he was very young, he played with mud by Cishui. A blue-footed fish climbed up to the shore from Cishui to play with him. When the older children saw it, they wanted to catch the blue-footed fish and go back to eat, who didn't know that the fish was full of aura and delicious meat?

The most unusual thing is that the memory of this fish is very weird, it is said that the memory of the fish is only seven breaths, and that is still in the condition of accelerated wheezing, while the memory of the blue-footed fish is at most one breath. In other words, if you catch it and make a claw, it will forget about it. Fortunately, this fish can remember the breath of people and can be easily approached, especially children.

According to my mother, all the mothers who passed away in the Forget Worry Mountain did not want to leave here, and their souls were pinned on the body of the blue-footed fish. That is, every blue-footed fish has a mother's soul in its body. Just because he knew this story, Hutu was determined not to eat blue-footed fish. Even when the bluefoot fish ran home with him, he strictly forbade his father to hurt the bluefoot. Once, when his father ate a blue-footed fish while he was not paying attention, Hutu cried for three days and three nights, just as his mother had been eaten.

How could Hutu see the other children take away his blue-footed fish? But what if he couldn't beat the children? So he took the mud in his hand and covered the blue-footed fish tightly from head to toe. The mud is the natural predator of the blue-footed fish, something that the aristocracy of the water does not want to approach in their lifetime, even if its memory is so short, its instincts tell it that this kind of thing is dangerous. Sure enough, the children left. Can a sludge-stained blue-footed fish still be called a blue-footed fish? That's a dead fish!

The blue-footed fish did not die, but was injured in the leg by a larvae in the sludge.

Sludge can also be lifesaving.

Hutu was overjoyed to drive the blue-footed fish back into the water. Not only did he save the blue-footed fish, but he also saved himself. It's all because of the mud. Therefore, Hu Tu thought that secular theories such as "The Theory of Wind and Cloud Landscapes" and "The True Scripture of Viewing People" were not as direct and true as his mud theory. He was complacent about it for a long time.

Now, he realized that his soul lake was just a muddy swamp, and it was really a puddle of mud from his bones.

Facing himself in the swamp, he couldn't help but laugh. But his heart gradually became restless, he was really afraid that he would suddenly rush out and destroy himself.

"Boy, what are you laughing at, and you can't make it with your ridiculous mud theory!" said the swampy self mockingly.

"In order to distinguish you from me, let's give you a name. Since your soul body is originally a black dragon, is it okay to call it a black dragon?"

The black dragon said disdainfully: "Whatever you want, this body is really unfortunate for you." If I take control, I will definitely be able to change the color of the heavens and the earth! What kind of god realm powerhouse, in my eyes, is just an ant. ”

"Wouldn't it be very boring if you were the only one left between heaven and earth?"

The black dragon thought for a moment and smiled: "So, you have to live, so it can make me feel more interesting." It's just that fun is not power, I just want you to feel humiliated and make you understand that only power is fundamental. Everything in this world is meaningless in the face of power. ”

Hu Tu said lightly: "Even if you defeat the people of the world, what if you don't lose to yourself in the end?"

"Only those who have no power will indulge in a false sense of superiority, just like your muddy doctrine. As he spoke, the black dragon burst out laughing.

"Of course I'm not a puddle of mud, don't I still have you? I am you, you are me!"

The black dragon said angrily: "You are me, why do you need to divide you and me?!"