"It's the same as before, I didn't get started!"

Coulson was a little embarrassed at the mention of this.

Although he thinks that his logical thinking and comprehension skills are very good, he really can't understand the theory that the teaching master talks about is more than metaphysics.

And when I asked the teacher a question, the word I got most included in the answer was "comprehension", and Coulson almost pulled his hair bald.

I didn't understand what I said, how can I understand it?

It's like asking a person who doesn't know Chinese to translate a newspaper that is entirely written in Chinese without any pictures or annotations, and even if he reads it for 10,000 years, he can't understand it by "comprehension" alone.

There is no detailed explanation and detailed teaching, saying a bunch of confusing theories for students to go back to understand by themselves, teacher, did you teach quantum physics before learning magic?

"Take your time," Steve smiled and comforted, "I also have no clue about digging into the 'power of the heart' in the mouth of the ancient master, let's do it together!"

Looking at the right hand stretched out by the idol, Coulson clenched it tightly, and his heart was moved: it is indeed worthy of Captain America, much better than those magicians who are cranky and misunderstand themselves all day long.

The ice-melting rescue of Captain America takes place when Olaf is in New York, and the magician who leads the work is Wang.

His magical attainments were quite profound, and after using magic to melt the ice, the captain immediately woke up, and his body seemed to be just taking a nap, and he didn't need to recuperate at all to restore the functions of his frozen body.

Seeing the captain wake up, Coulson, who was waiting on the sidelines, took him on a tour of Kama Taj and told him about the current era.

In order not to let the captain suffer too strong psychological impact, he often talked about the captain's past deeds, and then listened excitedly to the captain tell everything that happened back then.

Before parting, he took out the specially prepared Captain America version of the notebook, intending to ask the captain to sign his name, but unexpectedly accidentally brought out some other things.

Because of the excessive movement when he took out the notebook from the inside pocket, the stack of commemorative photos that had been placed by him close to his chest was brought out and splashed all over the ground.

Steve, along with the enthusiastic mages and apprentices around him, helped him pick it up from the ground, and then saw the contents of the photo, as well as the special traces left on the photograph by the cold climate during the excavation of Captain America, which looked like a patch left over from a physiological impulse but was not, and the snow leaves that had condensed and dissolved after falling on the photograph.

Then, the magicians and apprentices of Kama Taj began to look at Coulson and Steve with strange eyes, especially Coulson, the other mages and apprentices had to dodge at least three steps away from him, and even the teachers who taught him magic were extremely wary of him.

All the teachings were turned into oral as much as possible, and when instructing, he also stood far aside to demonstrate the movements, and when correcting, he tied the back of his hand with mana silk threads to correct the movements.

I never have any physical contact with him, for fear that I will be impure if I am not careful.

Steve didn't misunderstand Coulson, he understood that it was a cult, just like Bucky.

As for the decorations such as cat ears painted on the ice in the photo, he didn't think much about it.

Although I don't understand what Coulson's explanation of art photos is, as a good artist, in Steve's mind, anything that can be linked to art is elegant and pure.

The mage's pity and inquisitive gaze towards him was misinterpreted by him as a reason for his antique identity and behavior that was out of step with his age, and he did not diverge in other aspects.

After all, his active years were far less open than they are now.

Compared with the captain's trust, Coulson despised the group of magicians who didn't know what they were thinking in their heads, and they were completely disgraced by the ancient master.

Thinking of the mage leader who was the only one who did not misunderstand him, Coulson was filled with emotion, worthy of being a well-informed "Supreme Mage", and indeed had a noble character and a wise eye.

The only thing that made Coulson a little suspicious was that she often taught herself to follow Long Yangjun's example and not to care about the insignificant strange gazes of other people.

Who is Long Yangjun?

A misunderstood superhero in ancient China?

......

Sitting upright in her seat, the Ancient One's gaze seemed to be able to look beyond everything in front of her to see wherever Kama Taj wanted to see.

Attention turned to the platform of the cliff, and the clear image seemed to be happening right in front of my eyes.

Seeing that Coulson and Steve's palms were tightly clasped together, encouraging each other, looking at each other and laughing, and talking happily, Gu Yi nodded approvingly, full of a sense of accomplishment that a home-raised pig had finally learned to arch cabbage.

"Master—"

Wang's light call brought Gu Yi back to her senses, and she looked at Wang Shang's face with many cracks, and sighed softly.

"I'm fine!"

The king smiled indifferently, and his porcelain-like face was even more hideous.

He really doesn't care, after all, he is contributing to the earth.

And if it weren't for the magic circle carved by the Ancient One on the Cosmic Cube in advance, which allowed him to borrow the energy inside in a short period of time, he would not have been able to make Dormammu make a wrong judgment and think that he was the Ancient One at his peak.

Compared to repelling Dormammu and protecting the safety of the earth, it is nothing if the body damages the origin due to high-intensity energy radiation, and the king is not even afraid of death, so how can he mind anything else.

"I've asked Mordo to send Evan some basic books on the theory of magic, so Zhang doesn't have to go to New York anymore. ”

Zhang is the only disciple of the king, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the heir to the mantle, and now that the king is injured, the ancient one intends to keep Zhang by the king's side.

This was the first time that the Supreme Mage had used such an undeniable tone to the king, because she knew the other party's temper, and if she didn't force him like this, she wouldn't agree.

"I'm here to tell the master about this," Wang smiled reluctantly, and said vaguely, "Qiu Shi can't go to New York anytime soon." ”

"Oh?"

Gu Yi was a little surprised, he knew that Wang would not delay his business because of personal matters, let alone make any excuses, since he said that Zhang could not go to New York, then prove it......

"You're not going to fight again, are you?"

The fox looked at the unnatural Wang suspiciously, and Gu Yi asked tentatively.

"If you don't cut jade, you can't make a weapon!"

Wang replied to a Chinese proverb, and then decisively changed the topic: "Since the master has already let Mo Du go, then I will rest assured and leave first." ”

After speaking, he hurriedly turned around and left, for fear that Gu Yi would ask about Zhang Qiushi.

That's right, his disciple's leg was broken by him for the third time, and he lay down on the bed to recuperate.

It's not that he's grumpy, it's really ......

After returning to Kama Taj with the ancient one, Wang went to the library to recuperate, and although he avoided the eyes of other mages, he could not hide the disciples with whom he spent his day and night.

Seeing the appearance of his teacher, Zhang Qiushi knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, and told the teacher in tears that he would not go to New York, so as not to come back in time to see the teacher for the last time.

Although Wang was injured to the source, it was not that he could not recover well, and it might take a long time to recover as before, but it was far from being seriously injured.

The disciple's words were a little frustrating, but after all, they were filial piety, and the king had to explain it to him well.

Because it involves Dormammu, some things are more vague, which makes Zhang Qiushi think that his teacher wants to cover up for comfort.

As the only disciple of the teacher, Zhang Qiushi felt that it was necessary for him to let the teacher's last time have no regrets, not only complied with everything, but also worked hard a lot, which made Wang Laohuai, who did not know the truth, happy.

It wasn't until he saw in his disciple's house that he had written twenty-seven pages of funeral plans, five hand-drawn drawings of the cemetery design, and six boxes of ingots and paper figures that he had stacked with his own hands......

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