Muhadi threw the money bag that Fatuma had given him to the ground, "My tuition." He heard his barely squeezing out.

The old woman didn't even look down. Muhadi only felt a flash in front of him, and the bag disappeared as if it had never appeared.

The handsome girl who sat cross-legged seemed to be afraid of seeing the living, and she lowered her head as if she were studying something on the floor, and her soft black hung down to cover the small half of her face.

"Keeping staring at your toes won't make them any prettier. The old woman said to the girl, "Introduce yourself to Muhadi of the Scorpio tribe." ”

The girl sat upright in a bit of a hurry and said softly. "I'm Aisha from Tyre, and like you, I've come here to learn the mysteries of the power of the mind. ”

Her voice was very nice, and for some reason, Muhati thought the girl was familiar. It's not seen on Earth, it's seen in some passing caravan?

"She came here a week before you, and usually only the nearby elven tribes send apprentices to me. This time there were actually two humans. The old woman's voice and tone of voice suddenly changed, becoming younger and smoother, no longer in a half-moaning and half-whispering tone.

"Lyra...... Master ...... "Muhadi didn't know what to call the old woman appropriately, so he had to fool around. "Your voice?!"

A silver bell-like laugh rang out, and the old woman teased, "He's confused." ”

Then came the voice of a middle-aged man, "Not surprisingly, he looks like a dumb bird." ”

"I think he's quite capable, can't I read his deep memories, a natural untouchable?" the middle-aged man's voice changed to that of a cheerful young man.

Muhathir has been experiencing too much surprise these days, so he can stay calm now, "What's going on?"

"We are Lyra," the voices of the old woman, the maiden, the man and the young man sounded together, and even the childish whispers of children and some animalistic roar, "we are not a single people, we are a tribe of men. ”

"Let me explain. At first, the old woman's voice said.

"In the body of this old woman in front of you, there are six different personalities. ”

"I am the original soul of Lyra, I am the source, I am the beginning. After that, the other personalities split off one after another, making a total of six. ”

Isn't this schizophrenia? Muhadi thought, no wonder Fatumah said that this "old witch" was very weird. The girl named Aisha was not shocked, and it seemed that she already knew this fact.

"I am the group, I am the plural. In the desert, people call a multi-personality being like me a 'tribe of one', because although we are alone, we are never alone. ”

Muhati couldn't help but lament his future fate, it didn't count as a slave after crossing over, and now he met a schizophrenic old witch as a mentor.

"I smell your fear, my young apprentice......"

“...... Do you think the 'one-man tribe' is a curse?" Although the old woman's face did not fluctuate at all, the meaning of the ridicule could still be detected lightly. “...... This is a blessing! My strength is strong because of it. ”

According to the old woman, psychic abilities are just a general term for people's psychic energy. In fact, psionic energy is divided into six different factions, namely the Psychic Self-Shaping (Changeling), the Psychic Transformation (Psychic Transformer), the Psychic Teleportation (Psychic Traveler), the Psychic Prophecy (Insight), the Psychic Creation Zào (Shapeshifter), and the Psychic Enchantment (Psychic Channeler).

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people can only be proficient in one of the factions, and it is extremely difficult to master the psionic energy of other factions, and even the psionic items of different factions are difficult to use.

"But I'm different!" Again, six different voices, including the old woman, the girl, and the man, sounded at the same time, like a chorus, "I am unique! Each of my personalities is skilled in one ability, and I am all-powerful. ”

It sounded remarkable, and Muhadi was amazed before asking, "Which line of psionic energy should I learn, and how do I start training myself?"

"You're not at the time to train any of your psionic abilities. ”

Muhadi was devastated by this, but the old woman then spoke up, "What do you think I should teach you to write?" she asked, looking at Tyrion with a sickly look of interest to see what he would say.

Muhadi was stunned, he had never thought about this question, shouldn't it be the master's formulation of what to teach? As a traverser yourself, you can just learn, what to learn, how to know. "The apprentice is only a shallow learner, he has not systematically understood the psychic ability, and he doesn't know how to learn to master this talent as quickly as possible. But come to think of it, you should first learn a few simple spiritual abilities, and then practice, perceive, and improve. ”

A reasonable answer, but a wrong answer. In the beginning, I wasn't going to teach you any psionic abilities. The old woman said in a fluctuating tone, "It's like a warrior who builds his muscles first and then learns swordsmanship." You have to train your mind first, and then you have to talk about learning and mastering your psychic abilities. ”

Muhati nodded, "But how to exercise?"

"That's my job," replied the old woman, "and we'll start with taming the feelings." ”

"Tame the love xù?"

"Exactly. The old woman shifted her body, and the girl, Aisha, listened quietly and intently, "Not only do all mortals have feelings, but it is said that even the gods are no exception. And as a psychic warlock, you have to be mentally strong so that you can harness your abilities and not fall into madness. For us, the love xù must be a servant and not a master. We can only show up when we allow it to appear, rather than being dictated by it. ”

"Don't get me wrong. My young apprentice. I'm not asking you to give up your desires, like the nun of Vulichi. Fear, anger, sorrow, pride, greed, cunning and selfishness are not our enemies, and you don't need to be hostile to them like a monk. All you need to do is harness them, control them, but not be moved by them, you know?"

The old woman made an analogy, "You have to be like a slave owner, driving your love to serve yourself." Anger turns into strength, sorrow into motivation...... And you are above it, rationally, absolutely, calmly using these slaves, they are your necessary spiritual weapons. On the contrary, if fear makes you weak, anger keeps you from facing your opponents, and pride makes you complacent...... Then, you are a slave to the mind, not its master, and you will never be a good psychic mancer. ”

"I kind of get it. Muhathir said.

"No, you don't know anything. The old woman replied.

"The first emotion you have to learn to overcome and harness is pain. Starting with these relatively simple points, I will show you the mysteries and theories of the art of the mind step by step. In due course, I will arrange some trials for you," the old woman smiled again with that sickly playful smile, "you don't want to know what the consequences of failure are. ”

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