Mystic Waters and Hidden Strengths Chapter 4

Leon Luo is a good whistle whistle.

He was born smart and cheerful. Whenever he did something naughty, he would be in a good mood and whistle a happy tune. But this kind of happiness either made people love him to death or hate him to death.

One day he was bored and went to play with a pair of seven-forked birds hanging under his eaves. The courtship of birds is generally similar, mostly the male sings and dances around the female and displays feathers.

The two seven-forked birds, one male and one female, were locked in a cage. If Leon Luo hadn't intervened that day, the male bird would have won the beauty. However, Master Luo Jiu passed by leisurely, and on a whim, he stood by the bird cage and played a little tune along with the male bird's call.

The female bird had never experienced such a passionate and dilemmatic pursuit in her life. She jumped two steps to the left and turned right three times in the cage. She felt that both sides sounded good and her attitude was very wavering.

The poor male bird kept calling louder and louder, and finally it used its unique guarding skills. Leon Luo felt that he was no match for him, so he touched his nose and left without disturbing the newlyweds.

However, this incident did leave a sequelae: every time Leon Luo passed by the birdcage, the male bird would shake its feathers and sing loudly with great energy - life is not easy for birds, so they should be wary of their rivals.

Often, friends who don't know the truth will see it and say with envy: "This bird has a very good relationship with you."

"Not very good, not very good." Leon Luo said modestly: "It's just a relationship of stealing my wife."

John Han, who had witnessed the whole process, turned around silently and added some spiritual rice to the pair of seven-forked birds in the cage as a snack - this was the reason why he asked Leon Luo not to harm the birds today.

From this we can see that although the changes in Leon Luo's whistle cannot be as subtle and graceful as the sound of a zither or a jade flute, there is no problem in simply expressing the seven emotions and six desires.

At this moment, Leon Luo leaned back in his chair as if he was lazy and boneless, but his words were unambiguous. He pursed his lips to test the sound, and his voice was vaguely mixed with spiritual energy, and it fluctuated into several decent attacking gestures.

You have to know that he had just listened to the theory class and had not practiced anything yet. When these notes fell, not only did the classmates around him look envious, but Marcus Luo was also a little surprised.

After roughly testing the sound, Leon Luo had a rough idea in mind, and without further delay, he started with a gentle and cheerful spring tune. This little tune itself has a kind of quirky "bouncing" feeling, and now that it is whistled, each syllable is like an independent falling bead.

The falling beads were as obedient as the marbles that Leon Luo used to play with, rolling out one by one as the sound spread. The students present all had ears, and when they heard the notes, they were also hit by the "marbles". They immediately felt their blood surging slightly, and their spiritual energy was stirring in their meridians.

The minor tune is very short, and those who are familiar with it know that it only takes half a cup of tea. Marcus Luo looked at Leon Luo with deep eyes: except for the slightly weak attack power, this song almost avoids all the mistakes of beginners. Being able to do this in such a short time, Leon Luo has entered the door of sound killing.

This kid is truly a genius.

The genius Leon Luo whistled without distraction. The tune was about to end, and before the students who had been enduring the pain could breathe a sigh of relief, Leon Luo's expression suddenly changed, he stood up, raised the wooden stick in his right hand high, and hit the center of the gong hard!

At the same time, his lips moved back and forth, making a series of rapid sounds. These sounds had no musical beauty, let alone rhythm. The only redeeming quality was that they were fast.

Marcus Luo, whose face had always been very calm, so calm that it was even a little indifferent, suddenly opened his eyes wide!

The earth-shaking sound of the gong was like a sword of sound, rushing straight towards Marcus Luo. This was nothing. However, the long series of whistles that followed from Leon Luo completely shielded the sound waves that were attacking many students from the gong.

The whistle was blown hurriedly and hurriedly, and it was extremely chaotic, but it just happened to offset the attack of every gong sound on the students.

Marcus Luo had clearly not taught the method of collecting sound into a line in class. However, most of the sound waves from the gong that Leon Luo had just struck went straight to Marcus Luo, and only a few sounds that could not be collected were scattered in the air.

In just the time it takes to play a minor tune, he figured out this way of attacking without any instruction? Marcus Luo turned his wheelchair and raised his sleeves to quickly sweep away any fish that slipped through the net, completely trapping the sound in the air wall of his sleeves.

With such cleverness, such thoughtfulness, and such courage, this child is more than just a genius!

Leon Luo put down the gong and the stick. He was not surprised that Marcus Luo could catch his attack. "I was eager to learn and could not wait for a moment, so I asked you a question. You don't blame me, do you?"

The students around looked at Leon Luo and Marcus Luo, who had just put down his sleeves, in confusion, not understanding what had just happened: Why did Leon Luo hit the gong hard, but there was no loud sound? Why did the professor of sound killing suddenly wave his sleeves?

Only a few smart ones reacted quickly and roughly guessed what had happened.

Marcus Luo raised his eyes and looked Leon Luo up and down. Before he could open his golden mouth to compliment Leon Luo, the young man opposite smiled cheerfully, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and said: "I don't think you will blame me. Sound killing is such a simple lesson. It's nothing to come up with new tricks when learning. A person like you can definitely come up with one after a meal and five more after a nap. It would be strange if you don't have thousands of sound killing methods."

Marcus Luo: "......"

The admiration that had just flashed through his mind was completely thrown out of his mind. After being squeezed by Leon Luo, the first thought that popped into Marcus Luo's mind was: This little b@st@rd......

Fortunately, the little b@st@rd and the old turtle complement each other.

But Leon Luo didn't stop talking. Seeing Marcus Luo's face darken, he continued to tease him. He pretended to fold his hands and said seriously: "Sir, you are really a role model for our generation. Sound killing is too simple, not even one ten-thousandth of your ability. I don't need anything else. As long as you can show some of your precious skills through your fingers, I can live a life of happiness."

Marcus Luo: "......"

The sharp expression of the young man and the gloomy brows of the middle-aged man collided coldly. The two looked at each other and after a moment of stalemate, Marcus Luo sneered and swallowed the compliments he had prepared, including the punctuation marks. He swung his sleeves and slapped the wheelchair heavily. The wheelchair creaked under the heavy load, turned around and walked out of the school directly.

Seeing Marcus Luo leave, Leon Luo put away the expression on his face and put the gong into his storage bag. The school was silent at this time, everyone was stunned and looked at each other, and the sound of Leon Luo's movements became louder and louder.

Luo Qi hesitated for a moment and moved closer to Leon Luo: "Brother Jiu, this... gentleman is leaving now?" He was just angered and left?

"Can he just leave like this?" Leon Luo curled his lips. "From my appearance, I can tell that he is a mean-spirited person. It would be strange if he doesn't find a reason to punish me later. Aqi, tell Qianling later. If the punishment is light, ask him to bring me a meal. If the punishment is heavy... ask him to work harder and help me pick the herb. I think it will be useful."

"Medicine?" Luo Qi was stunned for a moment, realizing that it was something he shouldn't ask. He nodded quickly, then hesitated and said, "Brother Luo, if the punishment is severe, don't you really need to inform the old lady?" Let your grandmother come to save the situation?

"No need." Leon Luo said succinctly. Seeing the puzzled look on Luo Qi's face, he explained, "Right now, this is just a small matter of me disrupting the class. At most, I can be beaten up and that's it. If I ask my grandmother to come over, it will be too big a fuss, and the news will spread far and wide, which will not be good for Qianling."

The root of this unfortunate incident was John Han. It was a small matter that escalated into a big one. Leon Luo was not affected by the gossip behind his back. He was a broad-minded person and never took it to heart. However, John Han's background and the rumors about him being a "b@st@rd" were bound to be talked about for a few days. Leon Luo didn't want to see that happen, even if John Han could tolerate it.

Luo Qi opened his mouth to say something else, but the supervisor walked in from the wide-open door. He pointed at Leon Luo from a distance and said, "You are disrespectful to your teachers and disruptive to the order. You must stand in silence for three days and repent your mistakes."

The punishment is very light. Leon Luo raised his eyebrows in surprise and followed the supervisor out of the classroom. Before leaving, he patted Luo Qi on the shoulder and signaled him to tell John Han as he had just instructed.

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John Han saw from afar Leon Luo's back as he stood in the scorching sun as punishment.

There are many rules for standing in the classroom. Students are required to stand solemnly and reflect on themselves. Often, after standing in the classroom, they are required to recite a "self-examination". However, Leon Luo stood in such a nonchalant manner. If any supervisor saw his posture, he would be so angry that he would jump over and hit him with a stick.

John Han didn't realize that the corners of his lips curved up the moment he saw Leon Luo. He took out a peanut from his sleeve, crushed the sandy shell, held up a peanut kernel with his fingertips and bent his fingers hard, and the peanut seemed to have eyes and hit Leon Luo on the back of the head.

Just as the peanut was about to hit Leon Luo's head with a crisp sound, Leon Luo suddenly turned around and stretched his neck slowly. His dark pink tongue curled and hooked in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the peanut fell into his mouth.

After chewing it twice, Leon Luo smiled and said to John Han: "It tastes good, feed me another one."

There was indeed a peanut in John Han's palm. He looked up at Leon Luo, smiled, and without hesitation, slapped the peanut into his mouth.

"Yeah, it's delicious."

There was a hint of mischief and teasing in the eyes of both of them. They looked at each other for a moment and laughed in unison.

"Jiujiang." John Han walked towards Leon Luo and asked him, "There is a question I have been curious about for a long time. If someone made the iron lotus seeds look like peanuts, would you just open your mouth and swallow them without thinking twice?"

"Don't even mention the iron lotus seeds. If I don't know him at all, can I eat a real peanut even if he gives me one?" Leon Luo said with a smile, "If I have to eat something from a stranger, peanuts won't be enough. I should at least give him chestnuts... Well, speaking of chestnuts, I'm really hungry. Qianling, is there anything to eat?"

"No." John Han spread his hands and said insincerely: "I only have one peanut on me, and you and I just divided it up."

"Just a peanut? Feed it to the birds." Leon Luo sighed, and sat down on the ground without even standing up. He reached out to the storage bag and took out a steaming and fragrant roast chicken and tore it apart by its legs: "Okay, I'm generous, I'll give you half."

John Han didn't reach out to take the half roasted chicken dripping with oil. He looked at Leon Luo helplessly and sighed: "What do you put in your storage bag..."

There is no flow of time in the storage bag, and it can indeed store fresh food. But the storage bag is expensive, and generally, few teenagers of their age can afford it. Even if they can get a storage bag like him and Leon Luo, they have to use the small space carefully. Unlike Leon Luo, what kind of weird things are stored in it... roast chicken? Bronze gong?

"What else do you want?" Leon Luo took a bite of the chicken leg, patted the sword on his waist, and said indistinctly with the chicken in his mouth, "I have this old friend, it's enough for me."