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Li Yanting and Q Crescent P, two book friends, corrected the mistakes and omissions in the book.

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The experience without sublimation is a burden.

Closing Eric's writings, Fang Tian sighed softly.

At the end of the book, some mysteries about how to become a mage, even if it were replaced by Fang Tian, it was almost like that, or it could be said that the same people who had come over, everyone's views were strikingly similar.

In addition to this, Eric's poor is that he has not refined a similar "cross practice system" of his own, and this is indeed a well-experienced cultivator who is now enlightened.

If given the conditions, his future should be able to go further, and it will not be limited to a mid-level mage or even a high-ranking mage.

Perhaps, at that level of the archmage, you can look forward to it.

Fang Tian commented like this in his heart, just an evaluation of Eric's last words. As for the whole book, about the deeds and emotions in the whole book, Fang Tian didn't have any evaluation.

No, you don't.

The outpouring of affection and sexuality, others only need to simply see, feel or enjoy. Evaluation, for such a narrative, is also a burden.

The small book was not thick, and when placed in Fang Tian's hands, it looked very light and thin.

But who knows how many of the current and future magicians in the association will be able to draw the power to rush to the mages from this thin booklet? Fang Tian also didn't know how many such magicians there were, but he was sure, there were, there must be!

There must be such magicians!

The booklet does not have a title, and Eric only inscribes his name at the end of the last page at the end of the book.

Fang Tian pondered for a moment. Then he took the pen, calmed down, and on the first page of this booklet, he inscribed three big characters "Fushengji" as the title of the book, followed by a line of slightly smaller words, "by Eric", and then a line of smaller words, "Fang Tian read and respectfully inscribed".

After the inscription, the book is set aside.

Fang Tian sat quietly on the bench, and his breath went from long to subtle. So that it is completely cut off, and the "sun" in the sea is no, it is no longer the sun, the bright point of light in the center. The light shrank and bloomed, half an hour later. Fang Tian opened his eyes again.

Body and mind. Once again, the best is achieved, and consciousness is again restored to emptiness.

In this state, Fang Tian opened the second book, which was Xiyan's.

Xi Yan was not the person he met when Fang Tian started the "Web Weaving Project", but met the mage directly. However, he was also promoted to a mage because of Fang Tian. In this respect, His Excellency is just like the other mages in the current association.

opened the booklet and met Fang Tian's eyes. It's the thin, strong handwriting.

Looking at this trace, Fang Tian smiled slightly, many times, it is indeed "words like people". And in this world where calligraphy has not yet developed, that "many times" can almost be omitted.

Words are people.

The depth and straightness of the strokes, the formation and arrangement of the words and sentences, all represent some of their attitudes towards life.

Xi Yan, the name "Yan" is indeed not wrong, and he entrusted this Excellency to serve as the president of the Yanhuangcheng Salt Chamber of Commerce, it seems that he is also not wrong, the natural salt block is a stone, except for the suspicion of transparency, it is simply no different from a stone.

With a slight teasing and smiling, Fang Tian slowly entered the reading.

With Eric's example, Fang Tian was full of confidence and expectation for the remaining pamphlets, and he believed that they would not let him down.

Like Eric, Xiyan reminisces about his teacher in his writings.

For this, Fang Tian was not the slightest strange.

It's not that these mages don't have anything else to write about besides their teachers, but in this era of almost entirely relying on the teachings of masters and apprentices, a cultivator should be most grateful to, and the one who is most likely to recall and miss, and the one who ranks first must be his teacher.

Without the introduction of the teacher, there would be no later path to spiritual practice.

Without the teacher's earnest teaching, even if you step into the cultivation, it will be difficult to go far. - Fang Tian thought to himself that his cultivation speed was fast, but looking back, along the way, he didn't know how many tosses and turns he had gone through, and how many detours he had taken.

The so-called "skills are not pure enough", even if he has a complete magic apprentice stage cultivation inheritance, in fact, he also relied on the many experiences accumulated in his previous life to stubbornly walk out of a path.

If it is a real teenager, no matter how talented he is, Fang Tian has only one word, "hit the street"!

Oh, that's two words.

Without the teacher's teaching, I know the difficulties best.

Every point, every step, every turn, you need to think and think again, consider and consider, and the taste is exactly in response to the ancient Chinese saying, such as people drink water, cold and warm self-knowledge.

And even if he has the experience of his previous life, step by step to the present, his one-and-a-half-year progress is full of too many luck and coincidences.

And whether it's luck, coincidence, or some other reason, these are too ethereal and unreliable after all, but the real and reliable is still the teacher or the teaching.

Unlike Eric's warm narrative, Xiyan almost reminisces about his teacher with a heavy feeling.

And what made Fang Tian feel the most was Xi Yan's narration of the death of his teacher.

It was the most desperate day in Xi Yan's life, and it was also the day when he felt that "the sky had fallen", after the teacher left, Xi Yan said to himself that although he was alive and dead, his mind was in a trance, and for several months, he had no mind to carry out any magic cultivation.

A few months later, gradually recovering from his trance and despair, Xi Yan tried to enter the cultivation, but he was still depressed, and his whole body and mind were filled with an indescribable but tangible mania.

Xiyan found himself unable to extricate himself from this mania.

The more you try to cultivate, the more manic you become, and the more manic you become, the more restless you become, and you want to enter cultivation as much as you can, and return to your old self.

It was a dangerous time. It is dangerous for himself, and even more so for others. - This is a cultivator, this is a magician who has a certain level, and now, this magician has a mania in his heart, but he can't relieve it.

When this mania will break out, no one knows.

But if the situation continues, it will!

The end result, needless to say.

Aware of this. Xiyan resolutely walked into the mountains, the most famous of all, the Carado Mountains, which traversed the entire eastern part of the empire.

In the deep mountains and dense forests, all kinds of fierce beasts and even fierce beasts do not know a few.

For magicians, here. It's a forbidden place. The root cause of the forbidden land is not the fierce beasts and fierce beasts, but the deeper it goes. The thinner the element.

Not to mention that the effect of the spell is greatly decayed. What's even more terrifying is that spells are of no use here at all, and they can only be cast at close range, and they can be "devoured" by trees at any time.

Xiyan stepped into such a place.

And he did not linger only on the periphery, but almost in the most straight line, straight into the depths of the Calado Mountains.

It's a search for death.

And in fact. And indeed it is.

For Xiyan at that time, fierce beasts and fierce beasts were great! I had heard too many legends for a long time, and I wanted to see them for a long time! At this time, there was nothing better than fierce beasts and fierce beasts.

Come on. Come on, see if you die or if I die!

Driven by the mania that has been accumulating in his heart for several months but has never been relieved, after walking into the mountain, Xiyan is no longer manic, but directly mad, berserk, not to mention encountering fierce beasts or something, that is, encountering trees, blocking in front of him, and destroying everything that can be destroyed.

He didn't care, and the beasts and beasts didn't matter.

The two sides soon progressed from sporadic hand-to-hand combat to desperate fighting, at the beginning, Xiyan advanced all the way, but the advance was not far, with his level, he could no longer go deeper, as an abominable invader, he was almost all the fierce beasts in that area, as a target that must be eliminated.

At that time, where did Xiyan think of retreating?

He just wanted to vent his pleasure. Besides, if you are already targeted by the fierce beasts of an entire area, even if you retreat, how can it be so easy?

Anyway, Xiyan didn't retreat.

But no matter how violent it is, people always don't want to die, that's the instinct of life, even if it's a person who "seeks death", he doesn't want to die like that. So, next, the two sides started an all-terrain battle in that area.

Xiyan is one, and the other party is innumerable.

Xiyan wants to rest, and the other party can take turns.

It only lasted for a few days, and Xi Yan couldn't support it anymore, and with the difficulty of coping with it and the danger of the situation, or the venting that had already passed through this time, in short, the mania in Xi Yan's heart slowly dissipated at this time.

Man has come to his senses.

But at this time, it was too late, at this time, he had been locked and narrowed by the other party step by step, surrounded by a cliff, there was no road ahead, and under his feet was a bottomless abyss, and behind him, under the cliff, there were countless fierce beasts that were sitting or standing, or couldn't stop roaring.

This cliff is very steep, and it is not easy for the other party to come up for a while.

But even if it's just surrounding, it's enough to surround him!

In fact, after this period of "close contact" between the two sides, Xi Yan knew that the other party could not be satisfied with just besieging him, and now that it was getting late, the other party did not dare to risk coming up, and by tomorrow, when the morning came, the other party would definitely try to launch a strong attack.

In other words, it is unlikely that he will see the sun at noon tomorrow.

Xi Yan, who is relatively clear about the strength of both sides, clearly knows that tomorrow, when the morning comes, he will be unlucky!

In other words, it should be his last night in this world.

Jumping off the cliff to save you a miserable death tomorrow. Xiyan is absolutely sure that if he falls into the hands of the other party, no, in his mouth, in the end, he won't even have a bone left!

But the idea of jumping off the cliff had just come to mind when it was knocked away by Xiyan.

Killed all the way to the present, how could he die like this!

On this night, there was no moon or stars, and the sky was bleak, just as he was now. And on this night, Xi Yan, who had made up his mind to fight to the end tomorrow morning, leaned back against the bottomless abyss, looked forward at countless fierce beasts, and stood on the cliff and entered meditation.

Surprisingly, it's smooth and deep.

Actually, it's not surprising.

Because it may well be the last time in life.

Because there is nothing to keep, nothing to part with, so the whole body and mind are fully and completely engaged in this last time. (To be continued......)