How did an ordinary magic apprentice, who was not too talented, learn magic?

First of all, being accepted as a disciple or student by a magician, well, that's basically a must, with a few exceptions. The magician then taught him some rudimentary meditation practices.

The reason why we say that we teach superficial meditation is not to say that it is to be tested—of course, for many magicians, it is partly a test. But the fundamental reason is that a person has just begun to get involved in cultivation, and it is difficult for a person to complete the Dharma Meditation, no matter how smart he is.

And the incomplete law of meditation, the effect, is equal to the negative.

There will be no other use than tossing around and exhausting yourself physically and mentally.

Even if it is only a first-level meditation method, it is very difficult for an ordinary person. And it must be a child, with the best memory and the most "quiet" mind. If it's an adult, it's basically not difficult, but straight out.

In view of this, under the formal first-level meditation rules, transitional products have emerged, and even in series. Just like the kindergarten class in the previous life, the kindergarten class and the large class, after the third class was completed, it was transferred to the elementary school.

But how to say it, some magicians still like to let their disciples and students toss blindly, firstly, they should only be familiar with the rules of meditation, secondly, in this kind of "blind tossing", they will slowly pass some other small means to help establish the dignity of the teacher, and thirdly, the blind toss is really exquisite, in fact, it is not useless, at least it is okay to grind the temperament.

In some Xianxia fantasy novels in Fang Tian's previous life. Isn't it common for a beginner disciple to have cultivated in the past few years and not touch anything, so let's pick up a few years of water first? In reality, in the old martial arts world. There is also a saying that "if you want to learn real kung fu, you must first stand on a pile for ten years".

Regardless of whether he gets a formal meditation method directly, or he starts with a superficial meditation method that has basically no effect just to enter into meditation, this young apprentice who is new to magic must spend at least two or three years before he can enter the "formal meaningful meditation".

That is, to start the path of spiritual power gain, and to really cut into the practice of magic.

On top of that, the apprentice spends a lot of time every day sensing the elements. to establish a stable relationship with the elements.

And because the elements are not so thick, or objectively speaking, they are very thin, and the four series of elements are mixed together, for a young apprentice who basically only starts with a single line of elements, there are too many "impurities" and interference!

Correspondingly, the mind is consumed more.

In the initial stage, the meditation method has little gain on mental power, and it is not enough to make ends meet.

The result of this situation is this magic apprentice. Most of the day is wasted, not for sensing the elements, because the mind can't hold up that long, and for meditation. Because in the beginning, the amount of time you can spend each day meditating is extremely limited.

It's like a snowball.

The snowball will get bigger and bigger as it rolls, but not until it rolls. It can only be called an "approximate accumulation of futility".

It's also a bit like Fang Tian's personal entrepreneurship in his previous life, if you have a big tree behind you or at least a small tree to support you. The starting capital doesn't have to worry about that easy to say, otherwise. This initial bankroll alone, and having to follow the proper path of slow accumulation, is going to waste you a long, outrageously long time.

Having said so much, in fact, in general, it is just one sentence -

When an apprentice in magic begins to learn magic, it is really not easy! It is the sadness of the listener, the cry of the hearer, and the body of the walker can only knock out teeth and swallow blood.

Some people will say, is it so exaggerated?

The truth is, it's that exaggerated!

No, it should be said that this is not an exaggeration at all, this is completely true, and there is nothing false at all.

Therefore, the two magicians of the caravan, watching Xiaoxi and Xiaodong learn magic like this, and slowly, is this "learning"? Well, this is learning, it is true, the hearts of the two at this time are really difficult to describe, and the biggest feeling is bitterness. ――

When they first learned magic, it was like starting from zero capital, accumulating little by little.

And Xiaoxi Xiaodong learns magic, someone directly throws them 10 billion as a starting capital, let them play casually, try casually, play it, try it at will, and, come again!

This Nima, man and man, can't be compared!

It's better if it's not compared, but after it's compared, it makes people want to commit suicide.

And after a few magic hours, in "Pure Elemental-Ocean!", after the two children have learned to initially manipulate the elements, the two magicians who have been watching from the sidelines, in addition to the jealousy of Chiguoguo, can only ask in their own hearts a thousand times and ten thousand times why they were not so happy in the first place.

And for the two children of Xiaoxi and Xiaodong, they are indeed happy and excited.

Today, this qiē that happened today, they should never forget it for the rest of their lives.

After seeing that the two little ones had learned to "swim" and were still swimming quite decently, Fang Tian saw that it was almost over, so he withdrew the "swimming pool", and then threw the two little guys together to play free fall, until the two little ones were tired and happy, and it was difficult to maintain their excitement, so they let the two of them down.

As soon as they entered the tent, almost as soon as they lay down, the two little ones snorted and fell asleep, with a smile on their faces.

By this time, the night was already dark.

According to the time standard of the previous life, it should be around eleven or twelve o'clock.

The two little ones fell asleep heartlessly, and most of the people in the caravan in the entire camp could not sleep.

The story they heard before had already given them a lot of shock, but no matter what, the story was just a story after all, but immediately after the story, the scene they saw tonight really, completely subverted their previous world.

Who is this "Venerable"? Is he the great magician of the bards?

Someone thinks so.

(It must be noted here that the "great magician" in the bard's mouth is not the same concept as the great magician of the wizarding world.) Not at all. Powerful, very powerful magician, if there is a bard, add a big one in front of it. Called the "Great Magician", and then one learns the other. It's almost the rule. In fact, the rank of "great magician", let alone a bard or something, is only known to very few people in the wizarding world. ）

Shall I also go to the Venerable One tomorrow to test my magical talents?

Someone thinks so.

Can I also beg His Holiness to teach me magic?

Someone thinks so.

But the thought is the most popular, and the thought dissipates the fastest, almost instinctively in the minds of many people, and then equally instinctively. The former instinct is driven by life. The latter instinct is an infinite reverence for the magician, or the great magician.

......

Almost everyone in the caravan was thinking about it, and all sorts of thoughts came and went through their minds. The impact on them today was so great that they couldn't stand still for a while.

In other words, almost the entire caravan lost sleep that night.

As for the two special people in the caravan, the sixth-level magician Nanfeng and the other fifth-level magician Damu, the feelings in their hearts were even more complicated, so complicated that they didn't have a clue at all. There was a bucket of paste in my head.

Oh Mu didn't say anything.

Nanfeng's teacher is an eighth-level magician. When Nanfeng was a teenager, he had the honor to follow his teacher to visit a "quasi-law adult", who has always been a role model in Nanfeng's heart, and also the goal of his sprint or hope. He was the highest-ranking magician he had ever seen, the most powerful magician.

It's just a young man's sight, and it's not long, it's only about half a magic hour. However, the majesty of the adult's gestures, and the suffocating elemental oscillations around his body. It has always been deeply engraved in Nanfeng's mind and has inspired him for decades.

Especially after entering level six. When he has been stagnant for many years and has not been able to make progress, many times he is depressed, depressed, dazed, painful, and even desperate to give up, the image of that adult will always appear in Nanfeng's mind, countless times like this, and Nanfeng has also used this countless times to say to himself, you can! You can also become like this adult! You can even surpass him and become that legendary magician!

Today, however, to see this Venerable One, and then ......

It can't be said that the example and the look up in my heart collapsed, but really, I feel so small, even the adult I have been looking up to is also small. ――In front of this inscrutable God-like Venerable, there may be no difference between the sixth and ninth levels, they are all small, and they are so small that they are insignificant.

Even those great magicians sung by bards are nothing in front of this Venerable.

Also, those bards, even if they were able to imagine and talk nonsense, how could they ever imagine anything truly magical......

Nanfeng remembered a bard he had once met, and his story was very fascinating, how powerful the great magician in the story was, but later in the story, the great magician's greatest ability was to use the "Great Whirlwind Technique" to bring down ten big trees at once......

Hearing this, the south wind almost fainted, and wanted to rush over and roar the bard in the face. - MB, do you insult a magician like this? dare you bards have such a great magician in their hearts!

Fortunately, there are not many such bards.

The south wind has only been encountered a few times in decades, and in the other bards, the great magician can still level a lake and fall a city.

But no matter how amazing it sounds, compared to this Venerable......

In fact, this Venerable hasn't shown much so far, neither Pinghu nor Alluring City, but with his method of teaching Xiaodong Xiaoxi to learn magic, Nanfeng has a strong feeling - the great magicians in the mouth of those bards are estimated to be ten thousand combined, and I am afraid that they are not comparable to a little finger of this Venerable.

This feeling is a bit gratuitous, but Nanfeng is inexplicably convinced.

Just when he lowered his head slightly, his heart tossed and turned, and he couldn't calm down, Nanfeng suddenly heard a voice in his ears: "The two of you don't rest, then let's go out and talk?"

Nanfeng's heart suddenly froze, and this voice ......

Looking up, sure enough, the Venerable sitting opposite was nodding slightly to the two of them.

His heart pounded suddenly, and he was about to jump out of his heart, and he couldn't hold it no matter how much he pressed it, but at this moment, Nanfeng didn't even want to press it, and the huge surprise and excitement brought his whole body and mind to tremble obviously, so that his voice also trembled: "Yes, Venerable." ”

As he spoke, another voice sounded in his ears that was even more trembling than his.

It's a big wood.

However, at this moment, neither of them had time to look at each other, but followed the figure of the Venerable One and flew out of the camp.

In fact, it is not far away, that is, on another sand dune next door. There is no obstruction between the two sand dunes, but the sound of speech should not be heard.

Suddenly, all three of them sat down on the sand dunes on this side.

There is still a little distance between them. It was okay to say in the camp just now, everyone was almost gathered together and it didn't matter what happened, at this time, the two magicians didn't dare to get too close, it was too blasphemous to the Venerable, and it was under the orders of the Venerable that they solemnly salute before sitting down respectfully.

So at this time, the situation was that Fang Tian was alone on the top of the hill, and the two magicians were waiting dozens of steps away below.

Fang Tian also followed them.

His previous appearance is indeed "magical", but it is actually very ordinary, if the real magic comes out, these two magicians are afraid that it will be unacceptable, and if it is really ordinary, then let alone teach Xiaodong Xiaoxi what magic, it is impossible.

Letting two people with "no magical talent" learn magic is not in itself an ordinary thing.

The state of the two magicians at this time could not be concealed from Fang Tian. And seeing that the elements around the two of them fluctuated incomparably, Fang Tian didn't say anything to remind or reprimand.

Not being surprised by changes is indeed self-cultivation. But if Mount Tai really collapses in front of him and does not move, then it is not cultivation, but stupidity. -- For these two magicians, his appearance is indeed beyond the scope of "not being surprised by changes".

So Fang Tian just sat quietly and didn't speak for a while.

And the two magicians, from the previous confusion to the inexplicable excitement a moment ago, finally calmed down little by little.

Seeing this, Fang Tian nodded lightly in his heart.

I have to say that the threshold for magic is quite high, and correspondingly, most magicians are very good, at least in terms of temperament, and that kind of impetuous magicians are almost impossible among fire magicians.

A slight evening breeze blows gently.

There is no fragrance of flowers, but there is a distant emptiness that belongs to the great desert.

The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass. In his previous life, Li Taibai said so in a poem. At this time, it is not a long wind, just a small breeze, but it still seems to carry the breath of tens of thousands of miles away, which makes people's minds open and the will of God is clear. (To be continued......)