In the silence, Huai Shi was not in a hurry to respond.
He just looked up at him.
He was full of curiosity.
"But what's the price, Mr. Luo?" He asked seriously, "This time you didn't even take the money, and you even delivered the goods to my door. I'm a little nervous."
"Can you feel at ease if you take the money, Huai Shi?"
Elder Luo looked down at him. There was no teasing or mocking on his face as usual. Instead, he was confused. "Do you really think that what you learned can be bought with 100,000 yuan?"
He had taken advantage of the orchard gym from the beginning.
He even tried to kidnap the front desk of the gym.
It was unforgivable.
Not to mention 100,000 yuan, if it was any other time, Elder Luo would have given him a million yuan with a punch. How could he give him something as good as the Xiang Dragon?
There were so many people who graduated from the orchard gym, but how many of them had achieved as much as Huai Shi?
Although the old man said that he was disgusted, and in fact, he was disgusted, he still helped him get rid of the accumulated problems and rebuild his foundation. He also taught him all the tricks of the Yu Footwork and the Drummer Technique. Even if he had to learn the rest by himself, his master still had to show him the ropes first.
The favor owed was not small.
Now that Elder Luo came to ask him for help, if he did not teach Huai Shi Supreme, how could Huai Shi not do his best?
"Okay." Huai Shi sighed. "As long as it doesn't violate the rules of the martial arts world … Forget it, it doesn't matter if no one knows about it, as long as I have some conscience."
"Then, deal?" Elder Luo asked.
"Deal."
Huai Shi sighed and tried to stand up.
He was about to ask him how to teach, whether there were any new ways to torture him this time, and how long it would take for him to learn how to do it.
The old man who received the reply nodded and raised his hand. When he stood firmly, he raised his hand and aimed it at his face.
A punch with all his strength!
Indescribable compassion and anger filled that face. It was unknown whether it was joy or anger, coldness or compassion. Even the bulging muscles all over his body became indescribably solemn.
The incomplete light wheel behind him was fleeting.
It made him look like a Buddha.
Just like that, she aimed at his face. Before he could react, her fist had already landed on his face.
He smashed him into the wall and couldn't get him out.
Again?
Huai Shi only had enough time to think this before he felt the surging Origin Substance enter his lungs. The Origin Substance suddenly expanded, creating a massive wave that exploded!
He felt like he was about to crack, crack, crack …
Boom!
His vision turned black, and he entered the third-person perspective again.
It left its body and fell into the deepest part of the darkness.
At the last moment, he only saw Elder Luo's figure, but it wasn't the burly and old body of a mortal. Instead, it was the ferocious appearance of a three-headed, eight-armed man burning with endless blood flames.
Holding a treasured vase, a treasured sword, a vajra pestle, a golden bell …
It was clearly so ferocious, yet it possessed the Thirty-Two Faces. It filled the universe and controlled the universe.
The mighty thunder exploded from the deepest part of his soul, turning into a solemn praise that sounded like the voices of countless people overlapping.
"Those who see my body will have the heart of Bodhi. Those who hear my name will cut off evil and cultivate good. Those who hear my dharma will gain great wisdom. Those who know my heart will become Buddha!"
This was a wake-up call!
Huai Shi finally cracked.
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.
Dead silence, dead silence, dead silence.
In the long silence, Elder Luo slowly retracted his fist and let out a long breath. His stomach rumbled with hunger. He was hungry again.
It was obvious that he had used up a lot of energy.
Such a method that was like pulling up seedlings to help them grow could only be used on people like Huai Shi who were just one step away. Otherwise, other people wouldn't be able to withstand it. Their souls would probably have dissipated on the spot.
"Alright, he will probably sleep for about half a month. Let him stay there. It's best to leave him alone. Seal the basement and don't let anyone in."
Elder Luo shook off the sweat on his body and turned to look at Raymond and the phone in his hand. He reached out his hand.
Raymond hurriedly bent down and handed over the phone.
He let Elder Luo close his fingers, crush it, and turn it into dust. He only prayed that this old monster wouldn't think that someone had peeked at his sect's secret teachings and would crush them to death.
"Do you understand?" Elder Luo asked casually.
"No … I don't understand." Raymond wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
"Oh, you have to pay even if you don't understand. One million USD. If it's one cent less, I'll ask your teacher for it." Elder Luo glanced at him and turned to look at Yuan Yuan. "What about you?"
"… I don't understand." Yuan Yuan shook her head.
Elder Luo looked at Lin Shijiu. Lin Shijiu trembled and nodded. "I don't understand at all!"
Three guys.
One pretended not to understand, one understood a little but humbly said that he didn't understand, and the last one was the most honest. He really didn't understand at all.
Anyway, he didn't mind. He would learn as much as he could. Being able to see this punch would help him break through Supreme in the future.
"How did Huai Shi teach you?" Elder Luo asked.
Yuan Yuan said, "Piano and swordsmanship."
Lin Shijiu looked helpless. "Cooking and working …"
"He knows how to teach according to the students' aptitudes. He didn't become a teacher for nothing."
Elder Luo nodded and looked at the two again. He waved his hand and said, "Your teacher will rest for half a month. I'll take over his lessons during this period.
Don't practice the piano anymore. As for the gang, it's okay to leave them alone. I'll help you two rebuild your foundation. Don't get cleaned up by the old man when you come to hell. "
Yuan Yuan opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't object in the end.
Little Shijiu nodded like he was pounding garlic.
One felt that this was a rare opportunity. If they couldn't practice the piano, they could make up for it later. The other … simply didn't dare to object.
"No objections?" Elder Luo asked.
"No, no!" Lin Shijiu said first. "We're both in agreement!"
"Oh."
The old man nodded. He didn't expect things to go so smoothly. After thinking for a moment, he took out something from his pants pocket like magic. He shook it and handed it to the two.
"What's this?" Lin Shijiu rubbed his eyes, confused.
"A POS machine. Don't you recognize this?"
The old man stared and said seriously, "Don't try to learn from your bastard teacher and get a free pass … Get me a card first!"
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.
Huai Shi felt that he was beaten up by the old man.
His consciousness collapsed.
It was as if he had become a vegetable and was thrown into the darkness. Quickly, he was torn apart, six, seven, eight … Even all his consciousness collapsed into fine crystals like dust.
He was pushed to the edge of danger —
But at the moment when his consciousness was about to be completely obliterated, the force disappeared again, allowing him to step on the edge of the cliff and return with difficulty.
Gradually, his consciousness was connected again.
But before he could finally be whole, the power hidden in his consciousness erupted once again, tearing him apart once more, turning him into countless fine dust particles that spread out.
When he was about to completely lose consciousness, it allowed his instinct to reassemble his soul again.
Then, it exploded again!
It was like endless torture, constantly pushing him to the edge of the cliff. He was a step away from the annihilation of his consciousness, but it indifferently allowed him to climb back again.
Then, it pushed him down again …
Just like Sisyphus who pushed the stone endlessly.
Eternal cycle.
It kept splitting his consciousness, but it didn't hurt his soul. It just allowed him to cycle in this endless torture. It was as if it wanted to completely cut him into the tiniest structure and violently squeeze out everything from it.
In the illusion of a bang, he welcomed the collapse. But in the fine echoes that didn't exist, he completed the reassembly again.
It split and closed again.
Even his thoughts became intermittent, difficult to connect, and even fragmented, constantly jumping between the past memories and the illusory scenes.
In the end, even the memories and illusions no longer appeared.
Huai Shi gave up thinking.
A distant echo came to his ears.
It was the roar of his consciousness collapsing and the soft sound of it reassembling. The distance was so far away.
But gradually, the distance between them became closer and closer. In the end, it seemed to be connected into one, turning into the endless sound of the tide.
Come, go.
Close, distant.
Start, end.
Patter, bang … patter, bang …
It formed the most basic two to four beats, as if it would never stop.
But it was always like this. It was too monotonous. There had to be changes.
Huai Shi thought so.
So, a new beat had to be added.
For a moment, a brand-new sound burst out from the dispersion and reassembly of the soul, inserted into the original rhythm, and gave it a new change.
Strong, weak, second strong, weak …
Now it was the four to four beat —
Then, how about adding a new change? A new thing to break the old cycle and bring in new variables …
So, in the interval of the four to four beat, a brand-new beat sounded again.
Huai Shi found that he was beginning to adapt to such a change. He didn't know if it should be said that he liked it, but he couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.
He was suddenly unaware of the passage of time.
He forgot about the years.
He was just immersed in this pure beat, allowing his soul to sing with it. Every part, every tiny composition, every part that belonged to Huai Shi.
Memories, thoughts, obsessions, pursuits, and wishes.
Every time a new element was added, a new change would occur in this gradually complicated beat.
Immediately afterwards, pain, pity, sorrow, anger, resentment … … Countless Origin Substances collided, bursting forth with completely different sounds. It was as if flesh and blood were attached to the skeleton of the beat, causing a disorderly sound to appear in the deathly silence of the darkness.
Division, reassembly, beginning, end.
This cycle, this growth, this change.
After an unknown amount of time.
In the end, a vast wave sprouted from the depths of the soul. In that instant, it unified, covered, and controlled all of the beats and sounds.
Evolution.
Finally, it turned into a magnificent sound!
— — Symphony!
In that instant, the divided consciousness was once again unified. Like a movement, it connected with each other and became a complete whole. When the power hidden in the darkness erupted once again, the waves it formed could no longer interfere with Huai Shi's consciousness.
It was like a gentle breeze blowing across his face.
Just the operation of his consciousness caused it to dissipate into the darkness, never to be seen again.
Huai Shi opened his eyes.
He had returned to the mortal world.
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