Norman, who had successfully split his spiritual power in half, did not continue to cultivate, but quickly withdrew from this meditative state, opened his eyes suddenly, and then took the blue piece of paper out of his crotch again and looked at it carefully several times.

That's right, it clearly says that even a genius will take three years to complete the first step, how can he do it without a night?

Thomas hasn't even gotten back from the tavern yet!

"Lancelot ......"

Norman didn't know what was going on, so he quickly summoned the most reliable Templar Order, and then told them about his situation, which caused a ghostly cry from the body mages.

"Crooked, is it zero? Old place, hurry up, someone is cheating, the scene is out of control!"

“66666666666”

"In front of so many people, the anchor is my service to you. ”

"I just said that the anchor is going to be awesome now, but you are like this? Don't you give others a little way to live! Didn't it say that it takes three years for a good genius to do it?!"

"I'm going, I'm even a little skeptical about whether the anchor is the reincarnation of the Father, it's a bit too big. ”

"Hahahaha, it's a genius to be able to do it in three years, so what is it that can be done in ten minutes?"

"It's not scientific. ”

......

It was all nonsense, and in the end, it was Lancelot's analysis that convinced Norman.

"It's probably because of our existence. ”

Lancelot recounted the results of their discussion: "From childhood to adulthood, you have to listen to us while communicating normally with other people in the village, which is equivalent to another kind of training that divides your spiritual power into two, that is to say, in fact, you have spent more than ten years on this kind of cultivation, and now it is just showing the results of your more than ten years of cultivation......

Norman felt that Lancelot was right, that he was not a supernatural being, that it was only because of his own special circumstances.

So Norman was relieved and began to practice according to what was written in the Book of Catching the Sea.

Maybe it's really like what Lancelot said, Norman has been there for more than ten years, so he cultivated the "Catching the Sea Classic" unusually smoothly.

In just one night, Norman not only completed the first step of dividing his spiritual power into two, but even did the next two into three and three into four, and successfully divided his spiritual power into four parts.

And while using the four spiritual powers to shake the starry sky and meditate, Norman discovered another thing to improve the efficiency of his cultivation.

He can further subdivide the galaxy of subtitles he has lit up, and only shake the starry sky that has no cracks below, so that most of the generated starlight will not fall directly into the rifts.

If you do this, some of the mana will eventually flow into the rift when it gathers into a stream, but it still saves a lot of mana compared to the rough shaking that doesn't care about the rift.

Norman also conducted experiments for this purpose, and it turned out that he could now produce twice as much magic when he meditated with all his mental strength as he did in the same situation in the past!

"The Book of Catching the Sea" is like it was tailor-made for him, which also made Norman more energetic, but after a few days, Norman found that he could only divide his spiritual power into four for the time being, and he couldn't divide it anymore.

It seems that it is really like what Lancelot said, his current rapid progress is just the result of the accumulation and explosion of the past ten years, and once he enters the normal, he returns to his normal cultivation speed.

Regardless, Norman managed to make a breakthrough in meditation, but it didn't help him very much in casting spells: although he generated more mana, the total amount of mana did not increase.

His magic power is still the same as in the past, at most the ground around the Babel Pillar will be covered with a circle, and if he continues to generate mana, the excess mana will spread out from the small pit around the Babel Pillar, spreading out in all directions, and soon either flowing into the rift or disappearing.

Therefore, if he wants to cast a spell, he still has to be able to recite the spell quickly to have a chance, so in addition to Norman's hard work in the past few days, the practice of tongue twisters has not been lost, and his practice has not been in vain.

After practicing tongue twisters, Norman found that his tongue was much more dexterous.

When he used to speak the old language at a very fast pace, his tongue was very easy to get knotted, which Lancelot called "eating snails". But after a few days of hard work on tongue twisters, Norman found that his eating of snails had greatly decreased, and his speech speed had increased a lot, especially in the last daily practice, when he finally recited all the spells before the magic ran dry!

But the result was disingenuous - nothing happened, and the spell didn't work.

"Don't be disappointed, that's what I expected,"

Lancelot seemed to have a premonition about this, "It seems that we guessed correctly, after all, this is a prayer, and it is useless to be fast, so you still need to try to understand what rap is......"

When it comes to rap Norman, he has a big head, he doesn't understand what Lancelot's "personal style" is, it's too abstract, and Lancelot is also helpless: he can only type and communicate with Norman, at most typing onomatopoeia such as "hehe", but he can't sing rap in the form of words.

It was also the difficulty of communication that caused Norman to still not understand what rap was, and could only practice according to the method that the Knights Templar had no choice but to hold back, pausing for four words and pausing for four words, first familiarizing himself with the elementary level of rhythm, and then thinking about understanding personal style, but the result made Norman even less understanding what rap was.

And in this hectic situation, the entrance exam is approaching imperceptibly.

Tomorrow is the entrance exam.

......

It was already dark, but Thomas rarely went out to drink, and went to bed early—tomorrow was his time to work, and he received Norman's 30 silver narls, and he was too embarrassed to continue drinking at this time, otherwise if he was drunk and couldn't get up, he would really not be able to explain to these 30 silver narls.

Norman, on the other hand, sat on the ground, following Lancelot's instructions, not excited by the entrance exam tomorrow, but still practicing as usual.

After shaking the starry sky more than four hundred times again, Norman's spirit gradually became tired.

According to Lancelot's previous instructions, he should stop cultivating at this time, go to sleep, and deal with tomorrow's exam with full energy.

But Norman didn't want to sleep for a while.

He now has enough magic power, and the speed of chanting spells is enough, but he can't cast spells because he can't understand what rap is, which makes him haunted him for the past two days and can't let go.

Norman stayed in the meditative space and began to try to recall Lancelot's words, trying to understand what "rap" was.

And in this case, he vaguely found that he seemed to hear some sounds—but in the meditation space, he couldn't hear the voices of the mages.

And this voice is fundamentally different from the voices of the mages.

The mages' voices were flat, mechanical, intermittently balanced, as if one were speaking in the most calm state, but this one was different.

This voice is alive.

That's right, that's how it felt to Norman: it had different pauses, high and low, and each note contained a different emotion.

It is alive.

At the same time, Norman also noticed that his right eye was abnormal.

On weekdays, Norman's left eye could see the old saying float by, but his right eye was still normal, but now in the meditation space, his left eye was normal, but his right eye was suddenly abnormal!

He was clearly in a meditation space with his eyes closed, but with his right eye, he could see a man in a strange and funny costume standing in a room.

The man's clothes were colorful and colorful, and at the same time, the man's clothes were large and hung loosely on his body. And the man's pants are even more eccentric, the trousers are connected and only parted under the knee.

At this moment, the man was lowering his head, holding a black metal round rod in his hand to his mouth, and the other hand was straight in front of him, and there was a strange gesture in his hand, and the whole person was shaking incessantly.

At the same time, the vivid voice in Norman's heart became clearer and clearer.

It was not an ordinary speech, it seemed to be a song, but unlike the melodious voice of the bard, Norman had never heard such a strange song, very fast, and he could not understand a word of what was being sung, as if it were neither an archaic nor a lingua franca.

“！（*（*%￥@&！......”

What language is it?

Gradually, Norman realized that the vivid voice seemed to be from the strangely dressed man he saw with his right eye, and at last he could hear what he could understand in the strange language.

"The idea of the Iga ninja is that he only uses a katana to compare, oh, I'm alone at home, obediently learning flower arrangement......"

Eventually, the words slowed down, and Norman finally heard them clearly.

This is an old saying?!

He listened to it for a long time, but he didn't hear it.