People, slaves, many.

Man is a kind of life, and the act of life is to make himself exist and stretch. This basically determines that people's behavior is in such an established circle.

From, the two are together, that is, from.

This person can be a parent, a brother or sister, a teacher, a friend or peer, or a book, a sentence, or the person behind the book and words.

A person, since the day he was born, has been constantly "from", and no one can avoid it.

And from what, that is, in what direction life is deflected and developed.

The Buddha said that suffering gathers and destroys the Tao.

The devil said, those who follow me live, and those who oppose me die.

God said, Let there be light, and I am the light.

Confucianism said, to be modest, to be the mean, to the mean, if there is no mean, then to follow two kinds of people, one is to work hard, the other is to do nothing.

A person, in his life, has to come from many people, or rather, conform to the herd.

People come together as a multitude, and the multitude affects everyone.

People and all of them evolve into each other, that is, in this evolution, all kinds of people in the world are born, and all kinds of things in the world are born.

The rain was still pouring down.

The cicada noise forest is quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded. Fang Tian said so in the ancient poems of his previous life.

The lake, the island, and the mountain of the Wizards Guild have always been secluded, and this seclusion, recently, or directly pulling the progress bar to today, this seclusion has been interrupted by thousands of people.

Up and down the Wizards' Guild, as well as little loli.

Little Ivy, and the rest of the temple.

There are also warriors, and a group of guys from the Maple Forest Compound also came, and I don't know what they came to do, even those little guys such as Little Dick and Little Kiki came over. They came to see the play, and they thought it was a circus?

The Fenglin people are here, and of course Grote and the three elders of Nanjin will be no exception.

In addition, it is people who are far and near, in the past, or recent, who have a past with Fang Tian. Feng Lin brought a gang with him, these people didn't get to that Cheng dù, but many people also brought their own disciples and protégés, first brought them over tentatively, but they were not refused. And then, of course, there is Daiki.

In addition to this group of people, there was also a group of unexpected visitors.

Under the recommendation of the "Chief Superintendent of Yanhuang City" Archmage Garodos, a group of archmages, yes, a group. And it was the archmage, and the group came to the Seven Star Lake. Temporarily settled on the island of Galodos.

But these are just some of the soy sauce crowds. For this Fang Tian's lecture, they can be regarded as a timely meeting.

People have gathered.

Those who should have come, all have come.

Halfway up the hill, as well as the slope below the hill, and then the plain under the hillside, the crowd came. Under the guidance of a cadre of the association, they have been seated in an orderly manner.

Fang Tianduan sat in the corner of the half-mountain flat, waiting quietly.

The sound of rain, the sound of people. The sound of the waves of Qixing Lake, slowly, these sounds are far away, with the mid-mountain flat as the center, within a radius of hundreds of miles, gradually condensing.

A person, at most, can only be quiet, but if there are countless or thousands of silences together, it is absolutely contemplation or solemnity, so solemn that even though the rain is roaring and the waves are in the ears, everyone in the field only hears their own heartbeat.

Even a magician or even a mage may not have heard his own heartbeat.

At this time, even those little guys in the Maple Forest compound couldn't help but hold their breath, and then, cautiously, their livers jumped up and down, and they were about to jump out.

People, slaves, and people, under some inexplicable factors, slowly, in the field, thousands of heartbeats seemed to converge, gradually beating in the same rhythm.

In this case, if there is a voice, it should be like a law.

Many people, many, many people, inexplicably, involuntarily, from the inside out, throughout the whole body and mind, begin to tremble, to fall silent in the trembling, to fall into the subtleties in the silence, to be sober in the subtlety, and in the midst of the awakening, many of the difficulties in the past in the practice seem to be suddenly opened.

This......

Is it a miracle? or a miracle?

At the same time, three words came to the minds of countless people, "Son of God"!

As a result, the rhythm of the thousands of heartbeats converging together was like a sound of the sky, making a loud sound.

After a long time, the sound calmed down.

People, slaves, people, Fang Tian at this time is one of the people, and he is also the follower of the people.

Just when the hearts of thousands of people were calming down, Fang Tian opened his mouth indifferently, not loudly, but it spread throughout the audience, as if it sounded in everyone's ears and even in their hearts.

There is no metaphysics, no high-level planning, no generalizations, and no to the point.

Fang Tian was just faintly, telling a story.

The story of a magician, or an apprentice in magic.

There are only two people in the story, the magic apprentice, and his teacher, but the teacher only appears in the background, and this magic apprentice begins to practice step by step after being accepted by his teacher.

This is not a bard's story.

There is no grandeur, no treachery, no impassionedness, no grandeur, no exaggeration, no description, no ignorance, no plausibility.

It's simple, it's just plain.

A magic apprentice who practices step by step appears in the story.

The practice of this magic apprentice is specific to each day, to each time of the day, morning, morning, morning, noon, noon, late, evening, and night.

Rotation of time after period.

Day after day.

In the story, in three months, this magic apprentice who was accepted by the teacher became a formal and first-level magic apprentice from the initial sensing elements to further meditation.

Outside the story, at the time of a magic time, seven or eight places, there are elements rippling slightly, and a few magic apprentices who have only been accepted by the teacher for a short time have officially jumped and been promoted to the next level.

Although the ripples of this element were very small, they were perceived by everyone in the field, and then stirred up the stirring in everyone's hearts.

Fang Tian slowed down slightly, letting this ripple dissipate, and let this agitation calm down.

Then, the story continues.

In the story, in a year's time, the official entry of the first-level magic apprentice. Promoted to the second level.

Outside the story, in a magical time, there are more than a dozen elements, and more than a dozen first-level magic apprentices are promoted to the second level.

Fang Tian eased up again.

This time it took a little longer than the last time, because it took longer than the last time for those clearly perceived agitations to subside again.

Then, the story continues.

In the story, two years. That second-level magic apprentice was promoted to third-level.

Outside the story, there are dozens of magical moments of time, and there are elements that ripple slightly. Dozens of second-level magic apprentices were promoted to third-level.

Without any surprise, Fang Tian eased down again. And it slowed down for a longer time than the last time.

And then. The story continues.

In the story, in three years, the third-level magic apprentice broke through the first small threshold in the process of magician practice, was promoted to the fourth level, and officially became a magic apprentice. Become a "magician".

Outside of the story, it is still a magical time, a hundred and ten, and the elements rise and fall. One hundred and ten third-level magic apprentices, some are teenagers, some are young, some are middle-aged, some are old, some have not been in the third level for a long time, and some have lingered or delayed in the third level for a long time or even a long, long time, breaking through this threshold and being promoted to the fourth level.

Fang Tian eased up again.

This time it slowed down for a long time, but even if it slowed down for a long time, the perceptual agitation did not subside, but spread like ripples in the water, circle after circle.

The stirring of this human heart also led to the ripple of the elements, covering everyone in the field, all over the hundreds of miles.

Waiting and waiting, a full half of the magic time passed, Fang Tian still did not wait for the same calm as before, so the story continued to move forward in such a situation.

In the story, in another three years, the fourth-level magic apprentice was promoted to the fifth level.

Outside of the story, it was still a magical time, there were already hundreds, and the elements rolled up a small whirlpool in the slight ripple of the whole, and hundreds of fourth-level magic apprentices were promoted to the fifth level.

In the field, it seems that the number of magic apprentices at level five is the largest.

Perhaps for this reason, Fang Tian heard his heart pounding.

It was not his own heartbeat, or rather, it was his own heartbeat, but it was just like a person standing in the middle of the sea, surrounded by the waves of the sea, rising and falling, rising and falling.

Outside the field, on the island of Galodos, the group of archmages, including Galodos, even with the respect of archmages, at this time, there was a slight feeling of suffocation and dizziness.

The archmage outside the arena felt dizzy.

Apprentice Magician......

Many low-level magic apprentices, especially the first, second and third level magic apprentices, are already in the beating of the heart and the flow of blood, the body and mind are agitated, and then the four bodies are harmonious, and then, drowsiness rises, some follow, some resist strongly, but whether it is followed or resisted, they are not in the same place, and they fall asleep soundly in a sitting posture.

The story continues.

In the story, the magic apprentice, five, eight, five, eight years, from level five, to level six, and then to break through the threshold again, to level seven, then to level eight, then level nine.

Outside the story, one magic time, another magic time, another magic time, a total of four magic hours, a total of four magic hours, a total of four violent elemental ups and downs and whirlpools, a total of more than 6,000 magicians, promoted to sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth levels.

In the field, the violent elemental ups and downs that permeate everyone mixed with the heartbeat, undulating, stirring.

At this time, even Fang Tian felt a feeling of dizziness.

It's not described, it's real.

And all the magicians below level six, including level six, had already fallen asleep like those magic apprentices below level three before.

The story, will it continue?

In the field, more than a thousand people who had not yet fallen asleep, especially the dozens of ninth-level magicians, tried their best to stop the heartbeat that seemed to be really suffocating, and they also managed to hold on to the concentration of their minds and the sobriety of their consciousness, waiting in an indescribable state.

In fact, the story does not continue.

Or, it can also be said that at this moment, the story has continued in another way.

Fang Tian didn't speak.

But he let go of the realm, allowing his realm to converge in a stirring that spread hundreds of miles in a radius.

This is a subconscious move, or rather, this move, at this moment, is done naturally.

A moment later.

In the silence, one by one, one after another, before and after, there were six huge elemental vortexes, violently rising, and six ninth-level magicians, or six quasi-magicians, broke through the most critical obstacle and advanced to mages.

A moment later, in the corner of the half-mountain flat, where the storyteller was, an elemental flower, blooming quietly in silence.

In June 2380 of the Mauritic Empire.

Fang Tian, promoted to the high law. (To be continued......)