It hurts, it hurts.

The pain caused them to quickly lose consciousness.

When they came to their senses again, they found themselves in a white space. There is no sky, no earth, no distinction between east, south, west, and northwest, and there is no edge at all.

"Where is this?" asked Zogel, puzzled.

He lowered his head and realized that the clothes on his body had completely changed. Plaid shirt, silver-gray trousers, tan wide belt......

This is clearly his favorite outfit.

And......

He looked left and right at him: the little girl Huang Yun was wearing a goose-yellow splash dress, which looked tender and full of youthful taste, while the chubby Indian Barrick was wearing a dark gray straight suit with sunglasses and a dark gold shirt, and he had a sense of nouveau riche in addition to being calm.

Of course, none of this is critical.

The point is that they all feel that their bodies seem to be much lighter, and some of the cumbersome oddities have disappeared. Zuogel subconsciously touched the back of his head. There is nothing mediocre there.

"It's ...... Is it a dream, or is it real?" asked Zogel.

"What do you think?" his question was not answered, but was asked rhetorically by another voice he hated: "What do you think is real, and what do you use to define reality?"

Hearing this voice, everyone suddenly turned around, and they saw Yuan Hao, who had also changed his appearance, standing behind them very easily. He wore a navy blue jacket with a white T-shirt underneath and beige slacks underneath - he looked much more casual than Zogel and Balik.

"This ......" Zuogel was a little confused.

What is true seems to be an easy thing to understand, but Zuogel assures that if he answers so plainly, he is afraid that he will be ridiculed by the other party. So, he fell silent and did not answer Yuan Hao's question. Not only that, but even Barrick and Huang Yuner were silent.

"What is real? If you mean what you can perceive by yourself...... Like the world you see, the sounds you hear, the smells you smell, the tastes...... The reality is nothing more than the bioelectrical signals that your sensory organs send to your brain. Yuan Hao said calmly, he walked as he spoke, and finally walked to a sofa.

The couch appeared out of nowhere, no one knew how it appeared, and a certain feeling told itself that it was there. But Zorger was sure he hadn't seen it a moment ago.

"Is this true? or false?" said Zogel, who himself could not be sure.

"If everything is a telecommunication signal, then this signal can be truncated, tampered with, and confused in some environment...... Just like where you are now. Yuan Hao said, pointing at their bodies: "Your appearance has completely changed, the jacks on your bodies are gone, your clothes have become your favorite looks, and even your hairstyles have changed to your normal appearance - think about what happened to you before you came in, I think you should know where you are now." ”

"Is this in a computer?" Remembering that he was lying on the cold bed frame just now, and something was inserted in the back of his head, Zogel had a little guess in his mind.

He asked tentatively, and soon got Yuan Hao's affirmative response: "This is the macro control structure...... He seems to have nothing, but he can carry everything we need, weapons, clothing, characters, worlds, simulation training...... As long as we have a program, everything we can think of can be loaded by it. ”

"So, everything here is virtual, like the characters we control in the game, even we are ......," the little girl Huang Yun asked.

Don't look at her young age, as soon as she speaks, she goes straight to the heart of the problem.

"Half true, half false!" Yuan Hao spread out his hand and smiled faintly: "We use special technology to strip your consciousness from your body and load it in this space.

The remnants of self in consciousness form your present bodies. You can see all this as fake, and in fact he can be fake.

But if you really look at him as illusory and do something messy. Then in the absence of true liberation of your mind, your body will present the same damage. ”

"What do you mean?" Yuan Hao's statement surprised everyone.

"Remember an experiment you once heard about?" Yuan Hao smiled and reminded them.

"What experiment?" Zuogel was puzzled, Balik was disappointed, and Huang Yun listened with an interesting expression.

"It was an experiment with death row inmates as guinea pigs. The prisoners were kept in a silent hut with no sound around. The prisoner's limbs were restrained and unable to move.

Then the experimenter whispered in the prisoner's ear: 'The way we carry out the death penalty is that you are bled to death, which is a little good thing that you do to the person before you die.' The prisoner agreed.

So, the experimenter slashed his wrist and told him that the blood had begun to flow, and the sound of dripping water sounded. The prisoner was convinced of this.

He only felt his blood dripping out. After three bottles, he was already in shock, and after five bottles, he was dead, and the symptoms of death were the same as death due to bloodletting. But in reality he didn't shed a drop of blood. Yuan Hao calmly told this story.

"That's what I mean...... If I perceive in the world that I am hurt, then my body will react accordingly. If I think I'm dead, then my body will be cut off?"

Barrick frowned:

"It comes from the heart. Life is born from the heart. The heart is dead...... Where there are Buddhas, the Dharma and Sangha are also restored; the parents have no self, and the arhats are empty; there is no killing everywhere, how can the clouds have karmic results? ”

He muttered to himself, as if touched.

Indians, because of their cultural atmosphere, still have some understanding of the so-called Buddhism. In the clouds, they always think of some Zen machines.

"When your mind is not free enough, when you don't see the world as it is, when you are bound by your daily sensory cognitions...... Your brain thinks you're dead, and your body naturally reacts accordingly. Yuan Hao did not respond to Barrick's words, but just said such a call calmly.

"How to liberate the mind?" Zuo Geer and Huang Yun were very concerned about this.

They think this may be the key to a game-break.

"This cannot be taught in words, it depends on your personal perception. If you see it, you understand it...... But it's just my own understanding, but I can't say it to others. Yuan Hao shook his head slightly.

He no longer spoke to the crowd, but raised his head and shouted to the sky, "Bring up the training program." ”

"Training program, what is this?" the crowd was stunned, when they suddenly felt their bodies sink, as if they were rapidly descending from a high altitude.

The speed of the landing was very fast, and the afterimage in their eyes had not yet disappeared, and everyone's feet had already stepped on the solid ground.

The floor is wooden, with a faint fragrance that gives a sense of calm and tranquility. This is an antique room, the room is very large, about a few hundred square meters, it can be called a palace.

A few thick pillars support the sturdier horizontal beams, supporting the triangular roof like an umbrella.

There was no furnishings in the house, except for two rows of weapon racks on either side of the room, on which were placed various weapons. Some are familiar to everyone, and some are unheard of by them, but whether they are familiar or unfamiliar, their bodies reflect a faint metallic luster, giving people a feeling of solidity, sharpness, and heaviness.

"It's ...... A dojo in the far east?" Zogel guessed tentatively.

"Well, that's right!" Yuan Hao nodded heavily, and then explained the situation here: "This is a combat training procedure. We have defined the house, presented it in your nerves, and given it the rules.

These rules are simulations and data-based of reality...... Gravity, the solidity of the object, these are all set to be known. Here you can take advantage of them and you can also rewrite them, as long as you have a strong mind.

Everything is illusory, and only the heart is the key to grasping oneself. In the end, this is your recognition of yourself. ”

When Yuan Hao said this, he laughed incomprehensibly.

"This seems to be quite interesting!" Hearing Yuan Hao say this, he looked at the sudden change, and everyone was curious and eager to try. Seeing them like this, Yuan Hao smiled faintly, and then clapped his hands gently, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone, since you all want to try!, let's get started!" said Yuan Hao, who walked to the other end of the room and stood firm, and then pulled away.

"Who's coming first?" asked Yuan Hao.

"This ......," the crowd looked at each other. Zuo Geer had the heart to go up and try it first, but just as he was about to take a step, the little girl Huang Yun opened her mouth first: "Wait...... How can you just let us try? Even if you want to train us, you have to teach us some tricks first.

We had no idea how to fight. Now come, you are just abusing us unilaterally. Isn't that fun?"

Huang Yun said this, and the fat Indian Balik couldn't help but nod hurriedly, only Zogel stood indifferently on the side, without any reaction.

"Hah...... It was my negligence. Yuan Hao admitted his mistake very seriously: "Since this is the case, then I will teach you how to fight." As he spoke, he raised his head again: "Pingyuan, load the martial arts materials for them." ”

"Understood!" Pingyuan's crisp voice sounded directly in the room, and the emptiness echoed. The three of them were a little curious about where they came from, but before they could make any probing movements, their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Knowledge, a huge amount of martial arts knowledge, was crammed into their brains, making their sad eyes white. It was a swollen head, the pain of being slashed open. Although this feeling has been weakened a lot by the Red Queen and Hepingyuan, it has reached the point that Yuan Hao thinks can bear it.

But Yuan Hao is Yuan Hao, and others are others. Yuan Hao has been trained, and his ability to withstand pain is much better than others, and others are ...... The three ordinary people here have never practiced.

Their weak bodies could not bear such pain, which made them suffer for the first time when they received such indoctrination.

However, the pain is like a tidal wave, which comes and goes away quickly.

After two or three breaths, the pain that had caused them so much as the teleportation stopped, gradually dissipated. After that, they settled down and shook their heads, all feeling a little top-heavy.

At this moment, a large amount of sweat oozed from their foreheads, and the whole person became weak. They curled their backs, gasping for air. He looked badly wounded.

Yuan Hao stood quietly beside him, didn't say anything, and just let them recover. After more than three minutes like this, Yuan Hao watched their faces gradually improve, and then clapped his hands again: "Everyone, I think you have learned something. ”

"Yes! I think I'm already good at kung fu. The pot-bellied Barrick said confidently.

Kung Fu, which is a very Chinese pronunciation, is generally considered to be Chinese Kung Fu. Although other countries also have their own unique fighting skills, such as judo, taekwondo, Muay Thai, joint skills, etc...... But when it comes to being able to fight in the world, most people still believe in "Chinese kung fu" - Bruce Lee has too many fans.

"Really?" Seeing that Barrick was so confident, Yuan Hao smiled faintly and stretched out his hand to him: "Since that's the case, let me see!"

After that, Yuan Hao's palm pressed upward, the left and right feet lunged away, and the left hand was raised to his chest. He was very serious about pulling away, and did not take Balik as a beginner lightly.

At this moment, a powerful momentum rose on Yuan Hao's body. The momentum is like a peak of ten thousand thousands, majestic and heavy, indestructible, let you cross the sea, I will not move. Yuan Hao just stood there quietly, and the powerful momentum stirred up the undercurrent and swaying in this quiet and silent boxing gym.

Yuan Hao's momentum was still on the defensive in the final analysis, and it did not turn into a violent attack.

After all, Balik was not his enemy but his "disciple". He now needs to test the level of Balik's disciple, not to defeat him as soon as possible, so Yuan Hao is patient.

But even then, Balik couldn't stand it. Although he has been instilled with a belly of kung fu knowledge, his body, his will is still an ordinary person. In the face of Yuan Hao's powerful momentum, he was shocked and didn't dare to make a move for a while. He stared at Yuan Hao tightly, stunned, and let the sweat of Douda flow down his forehead.

Others watched the knowledge between him and Yuan Hao make a senseless confrontation, and only he understood that the battle between himself and Yuan Hao had begun. And he was directly pressed to the ground by Yuan Hao and rubbed.

"No...... It can't go on like this. And so on...... If I don't beat me, I'll get on my knees. "Balik understands that.

At that moment, he roared angrily, and smashed his fist into Yuan Hao's face regardless of it. The punch of "Hu ......" brought the wind of hunting, and soon arrived in front of Yuan Hao.