"What do sorcerers do?"

Chen Jian interrupted his deep chanting.

"You don't know about wizards?" the madman's eyes widened.

"In the dynasty in which I lived, sorcerers were revered by all people, even the emperor, and we controlled the outcome of wars, knew the laws of nature, and foresaw the rise and fall of nations. You don't even know about wizards?"

The madman couldn't believe it.

His resume is so dazzling and brilliant, destined to be recorded in the annals of history, and he has never heard of this newcomer in front of him?

Chen Jian searched for his memory, no matter how he couldn't remember about the wizard, to be precise, he didn't have the concept of "wizard" in his mind at all.

Could it be that the "sorcerer" of the previous dynasty has been transformed into an "alchemist"?

Chen Jian asked, "What do you wizards do? Grow herbs and make all kinds of potions?"

"What stupid!" The madman was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded angrily, "How can our strength be compared to that of an alchemist!" he stepped away and chattered, "We use the power of ghosts and gods, the power that can turn everything around. ”

Isn't it the same profession as an alchemist...... Where has the once flourishing witchcraft now gone? Chen Jian was puzzled.

The madman continued: "Since you don't know, I'll tell you about it. He clapped his hands and put Chen Jian on the big stone in front of him.

"It's a kind of strength that ordinary people can't comprehend, and only talented people can control it. It is a divine power gifted to us by God, as long as we control that power, even the laws of nature can be subverted, do you understand? Look at your little ignorance, you must not be able to understand it, right?" the madman said proudly, without any regret at all, "I can't imagine that my descendants have declined to such a state, I really feel sorry for you!"

Strength? Gift from heaven? Isn't this just-

"Ze Qi?"

If you think about it carefully, the various mental methods used by the warriors, even if they use the word "witchcraft", they are not exaggerated.

"What's that?" the madman looked at him in amazement.

"When you say qi, isn't everyone having a different color. ”

"It's weird!" the madman shook his head, "you don't know the wizard, how do you know what the qi looks like." Is there a record in the history books?"

"Not really. Chen Jian told him, "Nowadays, that kind of person is no longer called 'sorcerer', but 'warrior', and the kind of energy they have is called 'Zeqi'." ”

"What a mess!" the madman was dumbfounded. Chen Jian's words completely subverted his cognition, his soul was still alive in the past, but at this moment, it was withdrawn to the present, "The wizard's gestures are all noble acts, how can he be confused with the barbaric and vulgar street man?"

In the eyes of a madman, a warrior is still a symbol of a vulgar person. He definitely couldn't imagine that the status of a martial artist was now noble, and the Son of Heaven would even personally bestow honors on some people.

In the past, sorcerers used Ze Qi to change the tide of battle, and martial artists are like the evolution of sorcerers, they are not only proficient in Ze Qi, but also use Ze Qi to practice many mental techniques, coupled with the strength of the body, as a weapon, the lethality far exceeds that of sorcerers, and it is no wonder that the profession of sorcerers has gradually faded out of the long river of history, leaving no trace.

Chen Jian was worried about hurting the little self-esteem left of the madman, so he didn't say this, he just said indifferently: "Times have changed." ”

"Little one, are you also a 'warrior'?" the madman said.

“...... Why am I a warrior?"

"Because you have a lot of energy in you. He said solemnly, "The first time I saw you, I thought that you had an aura similar to mine, and now it seems that it is Zeqi." He stared at Chen Jian's incomplete eyes, "Am I wrong?"

"That's right," Chen Jian shrugged his shoulders and admitted, "I am indeed a martial artist. ”

"Hmph. The madman smirked a few times, "I can't imagine that such a noble power has been stolen by you ordinary masters! ”

"It's a pity that the rights of our warriors are not as great as those of wizards. Chen Jian said truthfully, "Warriors obey the orders of the imperial court, keep to themselves on weekdays, and obey the dispatch of the imperial court in times of crisis, which is no different from a soldier." ”

Hearing this, the madman was not surprised, but showed an expression of sudden realization, and his eyes rarely flashed with wisdom: "Sure enough, ...... so"

"How do you say this?" Chen Jian suddenly couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"When I was imprisoned in the dungeon, I had a vague feeling that King Qi would not let us sorcerers live. He had been defeated like a mountain due to witchcraft, the country was ruined, and the nine clans were almost wiped out, if it weren't for the indecision of the third generation, he would have no room to turn over, with the cautious character of the king of Qi, he must have thought that the wizard would have endless troubles. He wants witchcraft to go away, but it's not enough to destroy us sorcerers. ”

"Why?"

"Witchcraft has a long history, and even if all the wizards are killed, the scattered records cannot be completely cleaned up. So King Qi came up with a clever trick - wizards don't exist, and those weird moves are used by warriors. ”

Chen Jian was silent, savoring the madman's words.

Essentially, a sorcerer and a warrior are actually in the same vein, but they have different names, and that's the key-

Since ancient times, "witchcraft" belongs to the category of sacrifices, and the imperial power, the will of heaven is closely related, the wizard uses Zeqi, the thing shown is called "the will of God", that is a miracle, as the madman said, even the Son of Heaven has to respect, the wizard has the right to influence the court by this name;

What the madman said afterwards was exactly what Chen Jian thought.

He explained these things in a nagging manner, and finally taught earnestly in the tone of an elder: "...... You're too young to understand the mystery! ”

Chen Jian didn't bother to refute him, but just pretended to praise with a humble heart: "You have a point. ”

"That's inevitable!" the madman patted his chest, "as a famous wizard, insight and nuances are a good thing to do. ”

"Keep going. ”

Chen Jian urged, he could already vaguely hear the majestic voices of the giants.

The madman agreed, took Chen Jian and moved on.

"Why did the doctor steal the judge's scythe?"

"Because every time the judge appears, it is a sickle that comes out of the ground. "Suddenly, the brush came out!" he said, "and he pulled down the gourd hanging from his waist and gulped it down.

Chen Jian already knew what he had in his gourd.

The sap of the various tree fruits was mixed together, both in terms of the shape of the exterior and the taste of the inside, and he did not want to drink it again after only one sip, but the madman said categorically that after a while, he would definitely love it.

Chen Jian didn't make up his mind.

He has long been deeply aware that here, he can do everything, it is nothing more than a matter of time.

The two of them went on for a long time, day and night.

The figure of the giant is tall and can be seen from a distance, but it is actually more than a hundred miles away.

Finally, one day, they arrived at the mountain range where the country of the wind was located.

Tall stone pillars stood in the mountains, solemnly warning outsiders not to approach, and a dull sound came from the high mountains, and Chen Jian's body was shaken and trembled like jelly.

"There's a windbreak country in front of you, and there's really no wind here. ”

The madman's words reminded Chen Jian.

This mountain is hotter than anywhere else, and the stagnant heat envelops the body, as if wrapped in a ten-pound quilt in the sunlit desert, unable to breathe.

This is the real purgatory.

Chen Jian thought that this body had long been resistant to high temperatures, but when he arrived in the country of fengfeng, he instantly withered and shrunk into a shriveled ball.

He took a sip of the juice from the madman's gourd, like nectar.