At that moment, Huai Shi was nearly brought to tears by grief and indignation. He dodged desperately beneath the fierce assault, occasionally twitching from the stabbing pain.
Everyone understood the grand principles, but how many could actually put them into practice?
Why were pigeons so big?
Who knew?!
His mind just loved wandering off on wild tangents. How could he possibly be single-minded and pure?
Unless he spent several more decades training and pondering, or immediately had surgery done on himself—something to fix his brain and soul.
Otherwise, how could someone whose mind had run wild for over a decade, someone who never knew what crazy idea would pop up the next second, instantly become a seeker of the Way who focused wholeheartedly without a single stray thought?
He had never even considered this sort of thing!
It was precisely because Old Man Luo had seen through this that he had stopped teaching him any further and let him grow however he pleased.
He had only charged a hundred thousand. Teaching this much was already a bloody loss; there was no need to keep torturing his blood pressure and lifespan.
Besides, when it came to fighting and killing, Huai Shi's talent for comprehension... was merely average. Compared to Luo Xian, he was practically a stone. With a few extra points for effort, he could barely be considered passable.
The reason he had made it this far had never been his comprehension or talent. It was because his musical talent, already unprecedentedly high, had carried him up from the other side.
Without the utterly unreasonable skill of musical performance, Huai Shi would have been beaten to death in some forgotten corner long ago.
How could he have lived until now?
"I'm telling you, Old Ying, I'm just a violinist. At most,