At this moment, Huai Shi's tears almost flowed out in grief and anger, dodging under the fierce attack, and twitching from time to time due to the stinging pain.

Everyone understands the great truth, how many can it be done?

Why are pigeons so big?

Who knows!

He just likes random thoughts in his mind, so how could he be pure and pure?

Unless you have been practicing and pondering for decades, or have surgery on yourself immediately, putting some effort into your brain and soul.

Otherwise, how could a person who has been full of faith and freedom for more than ten years and doesn't know what kind of ideas he can come up with in the next second instant become such a focused and undisturbed person?

He never thought about this thing!

It was after seeing this that Mr. Luo gave up and continued to teach him, and he could grow wildly.

I just collected 100,000 yuan. It would be fine if I thanked so much for so much money. I don’t have to worry about my blood pressure and lifespan.

Moreover, Huai Shi's understanding of struggle and fighting... is just like ordinary people. Compared with Luo Xian, she is comparable to a stubborn stone. She barely has some impression points and can get the best of a middle-aged man.

Being able to reach the present is not based on one's own understanding and talent, but on the other side's unprecedented performance talent.

Without the unreasonable skill of playing, Huai Shi had long been beaten to death in some corner.

Where can I live until now?

"It's not me that I said, Lao Ying, I'm just playing the violin. It's a great performance commander. You're thinking too much, this is completely different from my professional requirements!"

Huai Shi dodged in a mess, "If you really want to fix your mind on one part and one musical instrument, you can't do the symphony at all, so I'll wait!"

Here, Huai Shi's soul suddenly trembled.

It seemed like an electric light flashed.

Awareness emerges.

"Who said that if you can't concentrate?"

He murmured in distractedness, ignored the hurricane that had risen from the back of his head, soared into the air, and then passed the highly toxic and corrosive soup sprayed from the iron pot.

Finally caught something.

It seems that he understands again.

"Since different plans at the same time will be chaotic, then, isn't the arrangement order and primary and secondary?"

Different sounds appear at the same time, and it doesn't matter at all.

What is important is the effect achieved after combining with each other.

The movement of limbs, nerves and muscles, and even the source stalks and the rhythm of the soul.

Just like the high part, the middle part and the low part must be combined in an orderly manner, string group, wind group, percussion group and color group...

Everyone should take their positions, fulfill their duties, and follow their order.

Only in this way can the song be played smoothly.

My thoughts went around, from confusion to understanding, and then to confusion, and finally realized again, but I found that I had returned to the starting point without realizing it.

Huai Shi whispered suddenly:

“—Isn’t this a symphony?”

Regardless of the tingling pain that kept bursting out all over his body, the gun of compassion tore the gravy spreading on the ground, and the ground that was burned into red separated a straight path.

Huai Shi suddenly entered and wiped the big bone-cutting knife and huge shovel.

The sword of virtue was raised again.

Pointed at the body of the chef.

Head, four arms, neck, legs, or the huge mouth on the chest?

Are those distracting thoughts very intrusive?

Does a pure thought have to be necessary?

As the thoughts rotated, the tingling pain continued to rise from all over the body, the turbulent source material surged, and it poured endlessly. The light on the sword blade surged, illuminating Huai Shi's smile.

At that moment, Ying Fangzhou frowned and shook his head unhappily: "I'm wrong."

"No, that's right-"

Huai Shi whispered softly, and in this short moment, she took a step forward and stabbed towards the opponent in front of her.

The sword of virtue tweets.

Dozens of slight cracks appeared on the blade of the sword, trembling, and it was difficult to withstand the power that this short moment was placed on him.

Not only the power of the mountain ghost, the sky above the head, the earth under the feet, the perception of wherever it passes, even the Lei Lao in Yingfangzhou was slightly shocked and integrated into the rhythm created by Huai Shi.

——The symphony of heaven and earth, and it sings here!

The melodious tone above the thunder burst out and played from the bloated body of the chef.

Instantly, through.

A huge crack emerged from the chef's back, and blood and broken bones gushed out.

But the chef suddenly realized that he didn't realize it and still smiled grimly. His giant hand suddenly grabbed Huai Shi's arm, and the huge bone-cutting knife in his other hand raised and pointed it at his face.

This time, you will never be allowed to escape again...

And Huai Shi did not try to escape.

Still, standing there.

I just looked up and looked at the fat opponent in front of me, smiling as if the battle was over.

Immediately afterwards, the giant sword that was about to be cut down solidified in the air.

stiff.

The chef's expression suddenly changed. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

The violent tremor spread from the wound, like a swell of waves, causing the flesh to surging. The stimulating force and rhythm echoed in his body.

At first, there was only a subtle and low mournful voice, like a moan, but then, the thin squirm suddenly burst out like a sea tide, sweeping over every inch of the limbs and bones. Even his own power and solidified soul were pulled into the unreasonable turmoil and became part of the chain reaction.

With bones as the tube, muscles as strings, internal organs as drums, and lungs as horns. In the end, it was like a loud roar sounding under the violently expanding mountain of meat.

The vast melody galloped and echoed freely, destroying his body and soul, and pronounced this indescribable and wonderful song.

The inspiration is the legendary Night of Valpgis, where the witch dances and spells. The symphony created by the Russian Federation composer Mussolsky two hundred years ago is called "Night of the Barren Mountains".

At this moment, with the bloated and huge body of the chef as the stage, the whispers and the devils' tweets and the dark souls appeared again, and accompanied by the strange and solemn melody, spreading freely into his body.

The bone-cutting knife, giant shovel, rolling pin and iron pot fell off from the twitching arms, followed by the skin, rolled muscles, and even the collapsed and exploded bones!

The tragic roar and scream merged into the melody that spreads inside the body, and it actually formed part of this cruel performance.

The flesh and blood were as if activated, singing loudly under the extreme meaning of Huai poetry.

The sound of bursting and shattering was endless, and cracks appeared one after another from the huge body. In the end, the chef knelt on the ground with difficulty, his face covered with tuckling, full of dullness and fear.

Unable to understand.

"What is that, then?"

In silence, Huai Shi looked down at him, thought about it, and answered seriously:

“This is called art.”

The lightning flashed away.

As the roar spread, the corpse that had lost its soul fell to the sky and fell silent.

Huai Shi looked back at the dissipating Thunder Prison.

Ying Fangzhou with a gloomy face.

Happy smile.

"How?" he asked.

Ying Fangzhou didn't say anything, and he was too lazy to pay attention to him.

He just felt that this person must have something wrong with him.

Breakthrough is a breakthrough, but why is it so annoying?

I spent so much effort and finally led this thing into the gate of the Pure Realm. As a result, in the blink of an eye, the guy reversed out of the warehouse and rushed all the way. He began to grow wildly on the unexpected road, and discovered this evil technique of using his opponent as a musical instrument...

After integrating the power of oneself and the environment through Jiyi, he forced himself to resonate with the other party, and then compressed the entire movement in an instant and poured it into the other party's stomach.

The image is displayed, what does it mean to drag the opponent into the same field and then defeat him with skillful experience...

But seeing Huai Shi's proud look, he couldn't help but want to beat this thing up now. But the other party exceeded the trial he set, but Ying Fangzhou, who was proud of his predecessor, felt helpless.

"Why are you still standing there stupidly?"

Ying Fangzhou turned around unhappily, "Let's go!"
To be continued...