The second discussant gave Fang Tian the feeling that he was ambitious, but he acted sparsely, which is the so-called ambition and talent.

He and Fang Tian discussed the ancient magician, and his tone was very loud, as if I was born a thousand years earlier, I would be the king of it. Fang Tian originally thought that this person was a non-ancient and modern sect, and he was a faithful historical evolutionist, but he didn't want this person to change his tone for a while, and turn to the current magic family and magic inheritance.

After praising how enlightened Fang Tian's behavior was, this person denounced how conservative and disappointing the magical world is today. It gives people the feeling that they can't wait to raise their arms and sweep away the world's customs.

Fang Tianxin said, You are not even a mage, how big of the sky can your eyes see?

Are you so sure that you're not sitting in a well now?

It's nothing to sit in a well and watch the sky, but if the frog in the well really thinks that the sky is only the size of a palm, it will be very funny in the eyes of others.

Of course, Fang Tian wouldn't laugh at him, in fact, he also quite appreciated some of the remarks in this person's words.

Yes, while denying this person in general, it does not prevent Fang Tian from appreciating some of the more "atmospheric" aspects of this person. However, Fang Tian also knew that even if this person had the inheritance of the true law and knew how to become a mage, if he really wanted to cross over there, it was estimated that he would have to settle for a long, long time.

And this "long, long, long time" may be a moat for this fifty-year-old look.

Thinking like this, Fang Tian sighed in his heart. Not everyone who has reached the turn of the road has the opportunity to embark on another journey. Ten or twenty years from now, will this Excellency still be so vigorous?

If the third discussant gave Fang Tian the feeling that he would be decadent one day in the future, then the fourth discussant had already entered a period of decadence and, after a long period of time, gradually adapted to the situation where there was no hope of promotion.

This old man, who was about seventy, couldn't see much of an eighth-level magician, and it looked more like a simple old man.

Such a person who has half a foot removed from the world would be quite disobedient if he talked about the way of the world. So this person didn't involve these at all, after the topic was opened, in front of Fang Tian, this person completely regarded Fang Tian as a notepad, oh it would be more appropriate to say that it was a diary.

Maybe it's because the teacher has passed away a long time ago, or maybe it's because there are very few people in the same generation who can communicate, and this person who usually has a "high place is unbearable" in his domain, at this moment, in front of Fang Tian, he put down the identity of the eighth-level magician, put down the shelf of the senior master, let go of the majesty that might be the head of the teacher, and restored the identity of a dying old man, and slowly confide in Fang Tian with a tone and rhythm that conformed to this identity.

Tell him about his naughtiness when he was a child, his joy when he was brought to the door by his teacher, the excitement when he used the elements to perform his first little spell, the excitement of walking back and forth in the room all night with a small fireball, the pride of being a powerful disciple of the teacher, the joy of being the right-hand man of the family, and the gloom of how he naturally but irresistibly got to where he is now.

In the end, the old man even stretched out his hand to grab Fang Tian's hand, and the old man burst into tears.

At this moment, Fang Tian felt as if he had become a so-called priest, listening to a confession of a believer.

However, just because you listen carefully doesn't mean you have something to say.

In the world, the most real thing is "facts" in the face of facts, and any words that do not conform to the facts are pale and ridiculous. And words that are consistent with the facts do not need to be spoken.

At this time, what else can you do but be speechless?...,

Fang Tian withdrew his hand and shook his hand. The small hand was placed on the big hand, and it was impossible to cover it, but Fang Tian hoped that the other party would understand his comfort.

The old man smiled, and after a while, he also withdrew his hand and patted Fang Tian's hand gently. This tap did not last long, but it was very frustrating, and every time it was like a collision of fate. Like

Grandpa to grandson, there is kindness: like a believer to a priest, there is gratitude: like an old mage to a new mage, there are many words and instructions and there is no need to say more: like a pilgrim, pouring out

After a qiē, a qiē was also put down.

Finally, with Tong Guò's gaze signaling and Fang Tian's permission, the old man stretched out his hand, patted Fang Tian's shoulder, smiled slightly, and then turned to leave.

This was the first time since the discussion and exchange, Fang Tian lost all his language and did not say a word in the formal process.

There is no high talk.

There is no condescending guidance, no indifferent acceptance of thanks.

Only listening.

It's not even listening, it's just "looking" at an old man's extraordinary and ordinary life.

It is said to be extraordinary, because this old man is an eighth-level magician after all. Behind him, in front of him, and under his feet, there is a power that represents and condenses a power, and this power, even if it can't call for wind and rain in the world, is still superior.

He is never less respected.

But this is extraordinary, and in the face of life itself, it is all ruthlessly dissolved. There is no difference between an eighth-level magician and a so-called powerless old man in his previous life.

If life is gone, not a single glory is gone.

The fate of this cultivator is exactly the same as the fate of thousands of magicians on the mainland for thousands of years.

Looking at the life of this old man, Fang Tian seemed to see the magnificent life of thousands of magicians in a trance, the countless magnificent intersections, and in the end, the river of fate was formed, but it only flowed quietly, flowing to an end and distance that no one knew.

Fate is silent.

A qiē glory, all covered.

A qiē shout, all dissolved.

Only this river of destiny that runs through the heavens and the earth, implicating endless sentient beings, is flowing unhurriedly and silently.

At this time, time seemed to be infinitely extended, and Fang Tian's thoughts were also infinitely long. After a long time, a full magical hour, Fang Tian made an appointment with the fifth communicator tonight.

From the old man just now, Fang Tian saw peace.

And in this communicator, Fang Tian saw an inexplicable grievance and strangeness.

His words carry a lot of weight. There is measure, there is insight, and there is also a certain pattern. Even between the lines, and even the appearance of the words, there is a kind of firmness.

But the impression that this person gave Fang Tian was not that he was strong, but that he was stubborn with a certain amount of gloom.

Some people have nothing, but they are happy to know their fate, and they always think that God will let him go at the most critical time and let him pass the test easily. There are also people who have a lot, and even have been "favored" by fate many times, but always think that fate will definitely find his stubble and set up obstacles for him at the most critical time.

The person in front of him gave Fang Tian the impression that he was the latter kind of person.

As the exchange unfolded, Fang Tian gradually remembered a sentence from his previous life in this person, "The avenue is like a blue sky, and I can't go out alone."

This person seems to be an idealist, or a perfectionist, or is it a combination of idealism and perfectionism? In everything, we always want to be absolutely in control, perfect control.

But the truth is the opposite.

He has great insights and great concentration, and he has reached the eighth level step by step, but he is not a favorite disciple of foreigners. The teacher's favorite one is only a six-level grade. ...,

He has a peer who he looks down on, that person is slippery, that person doesn't know how to check, that person is cumbersome and trivial, and he despises it, but that person's level is above him, and it is difficult and difficult to become a ninth-level magician.

"Your Excellency Fang Tian, do you think so-and-so is wrong?" In the end, this person asked Fang Tian like this.

Is it wrong?

For other people's life choices, how can others be qualified to judge right and wrong? Fang Tian had no doubt that no matter what he answered, in the other party's opinion, it was just "nothing more than that." So he smiled and asked, "Have you not drunk water for a day?"

This question is really the morning "Taiqi Peak protruded.

His Excellency Ren was ready to respond to any answer, and he didn't expect Fang Tian to ask such a question, "Is there a day when Your Excellency doesn't drink water?"

What's the problem? Ah, what's the problem?

Does it have anything to do with what they just said?

There is no doubt that this problem is out of its control.

So, frowning slightly, His Excellency the Rank 8 Magician was stunned, and said with some disapproval: "A certain Gu drinks water and eats every day, but what does it have to do with this?"

"People want to go high, and water flows low. Fang Tian didn't say anything, and only used this sentence as the end of the discussion between the two. As for what the other party will read from this sentence, it is not for him to know or to know.

He's not a mentor, he's just an ordinary pathfinder. It's just that unlike the person in front of him, what he, a pathfinder, is thinking now is "practicing a thousand songs and then dawning, watching a thousand swords and then recognizing the instrument" He wants to step out of the wilderness.

And the person in front of him didn't want to go through any road, but went straight to the sky.

Or maybe he wants to have a unique path that surpasses everyone else.

It's just that he doesn't know that there is no "way" to "carry" how to come, and that any nobility must be condensed from humility.

At this moment, Fang Tian strangely remembered many college graduates in his previous life.

With a superior mentality, they came out of the ivory tower.

Some graduates have become blue-collar, white-collar, and gold-collar. Although there may be grievances, there is always pride in my heart. And in this pride, they show their lives to the world.

And there are some graduates who choose to "go and get it".

Some went to raise pigs, some went to work as farmers, and some went to private processing.

After a few years, who is the king and who is the mediocre, who cuts happiness, who reaps emptiness?

That's a hard thing to say...... ）