Conquer the beautiful president

Chapter 251 What is cultivation

You bastards, don't you guys like playing with Lao Tzu very much?I will use my life to play with you today!

If I die in this classroom, none of you will feel better about it!

A look of determination flashed in Hu Yongcai's eyes, and the hand holding the table knife tightened imperceptibly. He knew the rules of the detention center. Once someone died in the classroom, all the people in the classroom would be dealt with the most severely.

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

Hu Yongcai smiled sinisterly, closed his tear-filled eyes, and was about to commit suicide with a knife.

"Young man, don't mess around!"

A low shout suddenly came from the corner.

Hu Yongcai was startled, he thought it was Brother Juhua and the others who had woken up, but when he heard the sound, he thought it was not, so he hurriedly raised his head to follow the sound.

Under the dim light, Hu Yongcai saw a skinny old man walking towards him with an anxious expression on his face.

He knew this old man, and he was also a member of their class. He had no relatives and no reason. He was a lunatic. He had been in prison for many years.

"Old man, what's the matter with you?"

After a month of inhumane running-in in the classroom, Hu Yongcai has long been worn out by reality, and has become humble and bearable.

"Why do you want to die?"

The old man's wrinkled old face was covered with a strange smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Old man, you have also seen that I am humiliated by them every day, like a walking dead. Do you think it is necessary for me to live?"

It was rare for someone to talk to him normally, Hu Yongcai replied patiently, if there was an old man who talked to him like this before he went to prison, he would have greeted him with a brick.

"It seems that young man needs help."

A gleam flashed in the old man's eyes, he took a careful look at Hu Yongcai, and showed a meaningful smile.

Hu Yongcai gave a bitter smile and said:

"Hehe, in this world, even my own sister can't be trusted, who else can help me?"

"The old man can help you."

The old man had his hands behind his back, looking inscrutable.

"you?"

Hu Yongcai took a look at the crazy old man, and suddenly felt that the old man was quite interesting. Seeing that his speech was clear and he didn't look like a lunatic, he couldn't help feeling active in his heart. Could it be that this crazy old man is really a master?

With the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Hu Yongcai knelt down to the crazy old man with a thump, his nose sore, hugged his thigh with snot and tears, and began to cry to him.

He told his own story with embellishments. Under his fabrication, his sister Hu Lili became a ruthless, cold-blooded and ruthless woman. Both of their parents died. After coming to the city, he voluntarily gave up his studies, and then Working part-time to earn money for my sister to study.

After graduating, his older sister became an executive of a large company, and even raised a little boy. Because she disliked his uneducated and low-level younger brother, she planned to leave him alone. Afterwards, he was hit hard and accidentally became infected After becoming addicted to drugs and losing his fortune, he went to seek help from his sister in all kinds of rogues.

Who knew that his sister not only refused to help him, but even found gangsters in the society to beat him up, and then sent him to prison after looking for connections.

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and Hu Yongcai burst into tears. He even believed the story he made up.

The highest state of acting is that he has completely brought himself into the role in the play. Under the long-term torture of Brother Juhua, Hu Yongcai's psychology has completely collapsed, so he easily brought himself into the role.

The miserable appearance makes the viewer sad and the listener shed tears.

After listening to Hu Yongcai's words, the dry old man tucked away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands. Obviously, he believed his words for seven or eight points. He stretched out a dry hand and patted his shoulder pitifully, sighing:

"Oh, he is also a miserable person."

"Old man, help me, if this continues, I really can't survive a day—"

Hu Yongcai said miserably.

It is estimated that he was so desperate that he had a nervous breakdown. He subconsciously chose to believe in such a crazy old man who had been in prison for many years and never went out, and regarded him as his only hope right now.

The crazy old man finally couldn't bear to ignore such a poor young man, after thinking about it, he said:

"Are you willing to practice with the old man?"

Ever since he became obsessed with cultivation, the insane old man felt that he had less and less time to be awake, and he didn't know when he would go completely crazy.

The only treasure in his body was given to a kind-hearted young man who came to prison last time. Everyone in the prison looked down on him, a useless crazy old man. Over the years, he has suffered too much bullying and abuse. Contempt, only that young man can treat him equally and help him when he is being bullied.

Moved, the crazy old man thought that an ordinary person could become a practitioner, so that night he directly gave his only treasure, the white jade finger ring, to this young man whom he met for the first time and had never even said a word.

Originally, the old man didn't want to take care of Hu Yongcai's affairs. He saw him being bullied every day and didn't resist, so he felt that this young man was really weak and there was no need to save him. But seeing that he was about to commit suicide tonight, he finally couldn't help but take action up.

After listening to the stories written, directed and acted by Hu Yongcai, the crazy old man felt that he was a true and kind person. In addition, time was running out, and the crazy old man wanted to find someone to inherit his mantle, so in the end it was I couldn't help thinking about accepting him as a closed disciple.

"Cultivation? What is cultivation?"

Hu Yongcai looked at the crazy old man suspiciously and said.

"Cultivation is not something,"

The crazy old man waved his hand and explained: "Three thousand worlds are full of wonders. Anyone who cultivates the Tao can absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and use the essence of the sun and the moon for his own use. In the early stage, he can strengthen his body and greatly improve his physical fitness, which is beyond the reach of others." , after reaching the middle stage, you can prolong your life, refine qi to transform into a god, and achieve the supreme avenue. If you are destined to cultivate to the peak, then you can fly to the sky and escape the earth, turn stones into gold, and do anything."

After finishing speaking, the crazy old man showed a fascinated look, very much like a person who is engaged in pyramid schemes when YY is making a lot of money by himself.

Hu Yongcai was stunned after hearing this, if it wasn't for the fact that there was no hope at all at this moment, he would have jumped up without hesitation, then slapped the crazy old man on the face, and then cursed, "Grass mud horse, crazy! "

Seeing the unbelievable expression on Hu Yongcai's face, the crazy old man smiled, didn't speak, and walked to the barred window on his own, and then disappeared in an instant with a flash of his figure!

Hu Yongcai was shocked when he saw this, and looked around, but he didn't see the crazy old man in the prison again.

"The old man is here!"

Outside the barred window, a crazy old man poked his head out from the moonlight, his old face was smiling like a wild chrysanthemum.

Hu Yongcai felt a little difficult to breathe, blinked his eyes twice, and looked at the crazy old man in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

Seriously, that old guy can indeed walk through walls!

Is there really such a thing as cultivation in this world? !

Hu Yongcai shouted excitedly in his heart, although he was full of doubts, the answer was yes.

After a long pause, Hu Yongcai finally came to his senses, knelt down and worshiped without saying a word:

"Master, please be respected by your disciple!"

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