In silence, Huai Shi did not rush to respond.

Just looked up at him.

Full of curiosity.

"But what's the price, Teacher Luo?" He asked seriously, "This time you didn't even charge the money, and you even delivered it to your door. I feel a little flustered."

"Can you feel at ease by collecting money, Huai Shi?"

Old Luo looked down at him, his face didn't show the usual joking and mockery, but rather confused: "Do you really think you can buy something you learn for one hundred thousand?"

From the beginning, it took the advantage of the orchard gym.

He even tried to abduct the front desk of the gym.

It is an unforgivable sin.

Let alone one hundred thousand, at other times, one million Luo Lao gave him a punch, where is there such a good thing as Long Xiang to give him?

There are so many people who graduated from the Orchard Gym. How many of them have such achievements as Huai Shi?

Although the old man was very disgusted, and in fact disgusted, he still helped him clean up the accumulated frauds and rebuild the foundation. He also gave all the know-how of Yu Bu and the drummer without reservation, even if the rest is required by him. Self-study, but isn't the master going to lead the door first?

The owe of favor is not negligible.

Now Lao Luo comes to the door and says you're here to help, can you not do your best without teaching Huai Shi Ji Yi Huai Shi?

"Okay." Huai Shi sighed: "As long as you don't violate the morals of the world...Forget it, it doesn't matter if you violate the law and don't be known, as long as you leave me a little conscience."

"So, the deal?" Luo Lao asked.

"Deal."

Huai Shi sighed and tried to stand up.

I was about to ask him how to teach, whether there was any new way to toss myself this time, and how long it would take to learn how.

The old man who received the reply nodded, raised his hand, and when he stood firm, raised his hand and pointed it at his face.

Fight hard!

Unspeakable compassion and anger filled that face, I don't know whether it is joy or anger, solemnity or compassion. Even the bulging muscles all over his body became unspeakably majestic.

The incomplete light wheel disappeared briefly behind him.

He is like a **** and Buddha against him.

In this way, aiming at his face, before he could react, the fist had already hit his face.

He drove him into the wall and couldn't get it off.

Here again?

Huai Shi's mind only had time to turn a thought, and he felt the turbulent source quality poured into his lungs with that blow, suddenly spreading, setting off a huge wave and erupting!

He felt like he was going to crack and crack...

boom!

It went black, and once again entered the third-person perspective.

Leaving the body, falling toward the deepest part of the darkness.

At the last moment, he only saw Luo Lao's figure, but it was not the burly and old mortal body, but the three-headed eight-armed hideous face burning with infinite blood flames.

Holding a treasure bottle, holding a sword, holding a vajra, holding a golden bell...

Obviously so hideous, but with thirty-two aspects, full of the world, grasp the universe.

The mighty thunder blasted from the deepest part of his soul, turning into solemn praise like countless human voices overlapping.

"Those who see my body develop bodhicitta, those who hear my name break evil and cultivate goodness, those who hear my law gain great wisdom, and those who know my heart become Buddha!"

This is the head drink!

Huai Shi finally split.

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Dead still, dead still, dead still.

In the long silence, Luo Lao slowly retracted his fist, let out a sigh of relief, and he was hungry again.

Obviously huge consumption.

Such an approach that is almost spurred by seedlings is used on people like Huai Shi who are only close to the door. Otherwise, let alone other people, they may die out on the spot.

"Okay, it will take about half a month to sleep, so let him stay there, whatever it is best, the basement is sealed so that no one can come in."

Old Luo shook his sweat, looked back at Raymond, and the phone in his hand, and stretched out his hand.

Raymond hurriedly bent over to send the phone up.

Let his fingers close together, crush them, and turn them into dust, just pray that this old monster will not think that someone has to pinch to death if someone is peeping at the secrets of his family.

"Do you understand?" Luo Lao asked casually.

"No... I didn't understand." Raymond wiped cold sweat.

"Oh, you have to pay if you don't understand, one million, US dollars, I will go to your teacher for a dime." Luo Lao glanced at him, then looked back at Yuan Yuan: "Where are you?"

"...I don't understand." Yuan Yuan shook his head.

Luo Lao looked at Lin Jiu, who shivered, then nodded: "I don't understand at all!"

Three guys.

The one who understands and pretends not to understand, the other who understands a little but is humble and can't understand, and only the last one is the most honest, and he really doesn't understand at all.

Anyway, he doesn't mind, he can learn as much as he can, and seeing this punch will be a bit helpful to break through in the future.

"How did Huai Shi teach you?" Luo Lao asked.

Yuan Yuan said: "Practicing piano and swordsmanship."

Lin XIX looked helpless: "Cooking and working..."

"I know how to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, the teacher is not in vain."

Old Luo nodded, glanced at the two again, waved and said: "Your teacher is forced to rest for half a month. I will take the place of class for this period of time.

Don’t practice the piano. As for the gang of gangs, it’s okay to leave it alone. I’ll lay the foundation for the two of you first. Don't come to **** and be cleared by the old immortal. "

Yuanyuan opened his mouth to speak, but in the end there was no objection.

Xiao Nine nodded like pounding garlic.

One is that I think the opportunity is rare, and I can make up later if I can't practice piano, and the other is... I dare not object.

"No opinion?" Luo Lao asked.

"No, no!" Lin Jiu said first: "We both raised our hands and feet in agreement!"

"Oh."

The old man nodded, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly. After thinking for a moment, he took out something like magic from his pants pocket behind his buttocks, shook it, and handed it to the two of them.

"What's this?" Lin nineteen rubbed his eyes, confused.

"POS machine, don't you know this?"

The old man widened his eyes, and said solemnly: "Don't want to learn from your **** teacher who is a prostitute...you must first apply for a card for Laozi!"

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Huai Shi felt like he was blown up by the old man.

Consciousness collapsed.

It seems to have become a vegetable, thrown into the darkness, quickly, torn apart, six, seven, eight... and all consciousness collapsed into dust-like crystals.

Was pushed to the edge of precariousness--

But when his consciousness was about to be completely annihilated, that power disappeared again, allowing him to step on the line of the edge of the cliff and return with difficulty.

Gradually converging, consciousness is once again coherent.

But before he was finally complete, the power hidden in his consciousness exploded again, shattering him again, turning into countless pieces of dust, spreading.

When he was about to lose consciousness completely, he allowed his instinct to reunite his soul again.

Then, fried again!

Like the never-ending torture, he kept pushing him to the edge of the cliff, one line from the annihilation of consciousness, but let him climb back indifferently.

Then, push it down...

It was like Sisyphus pushing the stone endlessly.

Eternal reciprocation.

Constantly splitting consciousness, without damaging the soul, just let him cycle, cycle, and recycle in this endless torture. It was as if to cut him thoroughly into the smallest structure, and roughly squeezed everything out of it.

In the sound of a bang, he ushered in a breakdown, but amidst the nonexistent fine echoes, he once again completed the convergence.

Split and close.

Even thinking has become intermittent, difficult to connect, and even fragmented, jumping constantly in the past memories and illusory scenes.

In the end, even memories and hallucinations ceased to appear.

Huai Shi gave up thinking.

There was a distant echo in the ear.

It was the roar of collapse of consciousness, and the soft noise when it reunited, so far apart.

But gradually, their intervals became closer and closer, until in the end, it seemed to continue as one, turning into endless tidal sounds.

Come, go.

Close, far away.

start end.

Patter, patter... patter, patter...

Formed the most basic two or four beats, which seems to be endless.

But it's always the case, it's too monotonous, and there is always change.

Huai Shi thought so.

Therefore, a new beat must be added.

For a moment, a new sound burst from the dispersal and aggregation of the soul, inserted into the original rhythm ~lightnovelpub.net~ again giving it new changes.

Strong, weak, second strong, weak...

It's four or four beats now-

So, how about adding some new changes? Something new, breaking the old cycle, bringing new variables...

Thus, in the interlude of four or four beats, a brand new beat sounded again.

Huai Shi found that she had begun to adapt to such changes. She didn't know if she should say she liked it, but she couldn't help but indulge in it.

Suddenly the passage of time.

Forgotten years.

Just immersed in this pure beat, letting my soul sing along with it, every part, every piece of composition, every part of Huai poetry.

Memories, thoughts, obsessions, pursuits and desires.

The addition of every new element brings about new changes in this gradual and complicated beat.

Immediately afterwards, pain, pity, sadness, anger, resentment... the collision of countless sources, bursting out completely different tones, like flesh and blood, attached to the skeleton of the beat, causing scattered sounds in the darkness of death. .

Split, gather, start, end.

If it is a cycle, if it is growth, if it is a change.

I don't know how long it took.

Until the end, the mighty waves germinated from the deepest part of the soul. At this moment, all the beats and timbre were unified, covered and controlled.

evolution.

In the end, it turned into a magnificent song!

-Symphony!

At this moment, the split consciousness was reunited and unique, like a movement, connected to each other and turned into a complete whole. When the power hidden in the darkness broke out again, the waves formed could no longer interfere with Huai Shi's consciousness.

As if the breeze was blowing.

Just the movement of consciousness caused it to dissipate in the darkness and never to be seen again.

Huai Shi opened his eyes.

Return to the world.