"Thinking beautifully, spreading magic arbitrarily is a felony of blasphemy and treason!" said Ruth, stepping onto the podium. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Teacher Ruth, please take care of them!" Spinoza said and walked out, Ruth deliberately blocked his way, Spinoza did not dodge or dodge, and shook his body behind Ruth and slowly went out.

"You Class F, it's good to learn to use magic to cook and sweep the streets, and you still want to learn some high-level magic, what is this, what kind of magic classification, why don't you wipe it off quickly, are they all machines? You have to be ordered to do it!" Ruth stood in front of the blackboard, looking at Spinoza's board book, and saw that the students below either turned their heads and ears, or looked out the window, or closed their eyes with a pensive expression, and none of them seemed willing to move their fingers, and threw the leather bag in their hands on the table," It's the other way around, it's the other way around, and you want me to teach you magic with this attitude?"

"As if he really taught us!" Olivia pouted.

"Who said that, who said that, you virtue, you still want to learn my magic, for the rest of your life!" said Ruth, crouching in her chair, tossing and stroking her purse. Suddenly disappeared from the bottom of the stage from the back row to the front of Olivia's hand, Olivia opened it, saw that it was a mushroom, but it was broken from it, the mushroom was crooked at right angles to the side, after a pause to understand that the mushroom thought to be a cockscomb, wrote a quasi-word and passed it back.

Pascal was excited to hear it, and his thoughts were wandering there with Spinoza's words, but Abram, Ruth and others suddenly appeared and interrupted, and their bodies collapsed like deflated balls, looking down at the general history of magic, thinking about how to introduce Deborah there, starting from the division of the history of the wizarding world from the ancient, medieval, and early antiquity, or recommending some characters and chapters that she thought were wonderful. But on second thought, she probably just talked casually yesterday, and maybe she forgot it after a while.

At this time, the bell rang for class, Ruth was sleeping and thinking, she was so frightened by the crisp bell that she almost fell to the ground, hurriedly stood up and wiped her saliva with her sleeve, and looked up at the students below who were already running out: "You, you ...... Did I say class!" As Ruth spoke, Stephen pinched his fingers and whistled vigorously to drown her words out, causing Fulton, Heine, and the others to laugh.

Olivia also smiled: "Don't forget, come over in the afternoon and sign up for the draft!"

Pascal secretly said that it was bad, the owner of the coffee shop said that he would pay his wages this afternoon, and let Russell give him a message. I got up and looked at Deborah, saw that she was still fixing her hair with her head down, and turned to go out. Russell was waiting outside, pointing to the blue-haired Alice in front, only to see her two small pigtails like swallow tails forked, one tied with hair, and the other tied with a bow, the bow was decorated with two red and bright beads, which were particularly conspicuous, Russell smiled crookedly: "Pascal, look at Alice's pigtails, it's really good, isn't it exactly the type you like?"

"Pascal......" Pascal was about to answer, when Deborah came up to him and called out his name, but the voice became quieter and quieter, and her brow became more and more furrowed.

Pascal immediately took a step to the side and distanced himself from Russell: "I don't know him well...... Actually, I don't know him......" This time it was Russell's turn to be stunned, and laughed: "You kid has a very smart head!" said and strode away.

Deborah lowered her head and pursed her lips and snickered: "Pascal, I want to ask about the General History of Magic, I went to the library yesterday to read it, there are several versions, which one is the best?" said and raised the dictionary-like thick book "General History of Magic" in his hand, with a big 7 in the middle of the golden cover, and a conspicuous revised version below, almost a few points larger than the four words of the General History of Magic, and a line of white words at the bottom: "Pascal Director Abram recommends it, a must-read classic in a lifetime should not be missed!"

"This version is not very good, although it is said to be an updated and patched version, in fact, a lot of content has been deleted, and too many modern things have been added to it. As for the edition, the first edition is said to have never been released, the second and third editions have long been out of print, and even the fourth edition is mostly stored in the magician's study, and the most common five or six editions on the market are bound differently, but there is not much difference in content, and I bought the sixth edition. Pascal said and flipped it over to Deborah.

Deborah listened and memorized, and when she saw that Pascal's general history of magic was marked with various signs, she asked, "Can I borrow you to see it?" ”

"This ...... Different people have different interests, and you don't necessarily like what I like!"

"I can't miss my favorite places!" said Deborah. Pascal was actually reluctant to lend his own things, especially since he liked books, but he didn't know how to refuse Deborah, and he was still stunned there, Deborah said, "Are you afraid that I won't pay you back?

Pascal thought of being alone with Deborah in this way, so he quickly handed the book over, blushing and saying, "No, no, no......"

"Thank you!" Deborah bowed her head and thanked her, Pascal was about to bow her head in return, remembering that the two had collided on their foreheads before, and took a step back before bowing down, Deborah pursed her lips and smiled, and ran away with the general history of magic. Pascal was stunned for a moment, estimating that Deborah had gone far, and then hurried downstairs to find Spinoza. The faculty had a series of apartments to the west of the school, and Spinoza, for some irreversible reasons, had to be arranged in the northeast corner, next to the garbage recycling station, where a small dwarf lay there. Pascal was still hesitating how to speak, whether the thought would be too funny and ridiculed, and he thought that he would simply take it as providence with the door closed, and quickly turn around and go back. From afar, he saw the door of the hut open, and Olivia was coming out of it, and nodded to him from afar. Pascal nodded sheepishly, lest she ask her what she meant, but she said hello and hurried away.

Pascal walked around for a while, and when he saw that the door of the house was always open, he mustered up the courage to go forward, and when he saw Spinoza, he hurriedly saluted: "Hello teacher!"

"It's Pascal, please come in!" said Spinoza, hurrying out of the door.

Pascal was still thinking about the opening remarks, but he didn't expect Spinoza to remember his name, and quickly thanked him and went in and sat down. The Spinoza hut is very compact, with beds on the north side, rows of books on the east wall, sundries on the west, and two wooden chairs with backrests side by side at the door, which does not look like a product of modern civilization, to the point where the antiquities of the East are introduced in the history of art, although the house is dilapidated, but it is neatly tied, I don't know if it is because of a few moon flowers outside the object, only the slightest smell of fragrance, there is no rancid and pungent smell.

"What's the matter?" said Spinoza, handing Pascal a glass of water.

"Thank you!" Pascal quickly got up and bowed down to take it in his hand, "I...... I would like to ask the teacher a question. ”

"A problem with magic?"

"No, it's a matter of time. ”

Spinoza seemed to be a little surprised, and his face immediately became solemn: "The problem of time?"

"Yes, I had a dream last night, and it was a dream in a dream, and it was a long dream, but when I woke up, I realized that it was only a moment. Pascal saw that Spinoza nodded, and continued: "What is time in this case, or what measure is used to measure it, how can it be long and short, and the feeling of time in dreams is exactly the same as in reality. ”

Spinoza thought for a moment, put a copper coin on the table, and then took out another silver coin and put it aside: "This is a copper baht, this is a silver baht, you know their ratio, right?"

"60 copper baht for 1 silver baht, using the base 60 system, the same as time, it is said that the metaphor time is money. ”

Spinoza continued, "Do you think that 60 copper baht for 1 silver baht is a matter of course, just as 60 seconds equals 1 minute, and 60 minutes equals 1 hour?" Pascal nodded, "What about the hour and the day? Why not 60 hours for 1 day, but 24 hours for 1 day?"

"This ......," Pascal felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

"Because it's only a man's fate. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Man is the measure of all things, and he can prescribe both the base system of money and the base system of time, and these rules affect your feelings, and over time you think that these rules are reality, and you don't care about your own feelings. ”

"Your own feelings, are your own feelings reliable, can you control the time?"

"So what is reliable? A clock? You know that even the most accurate quartz watches are subject to errors, right? Why is it not reliable? As you just said, the feeling of time passing in dreams is exactly the same as in reality, right?

"If different people feel differently, then isn't time relative, and not absolutely objective? ”

"What you see here is a room, is it still a room if you look at it from above?"

"Then there's only one black dot left. Pascal suddenly realized that in fact, people measure the world by their own feelings, and the so-called external rules and scales are just to facilitate communication between people, after all, it is much more convenient to say ten minutes later than to wait for a while when dating someone. A conversation with Spinoza turned his concept upside down, and he used to think that time was constant and that sensation was unreliable, but now he realized that sensation is constant. This is not just a mind game, after all, if your feelings are not reliable, then practicing in a dream is just a dream, and if you feel reliable, then practicing in a dream will have the same effect as practicing in reality.

Seeing Pascal's smile, Spinoza asked, "Have you thought of anything?"

Pascal thought for a moment before deciding to share this discovery with Spinoza: "I wish I could do more things if I had more time in my dreams, and although I couldn't read books, I would ...... if I practiced magic in my dreams."

Spinoza frowned and said: "Although I don't know much about brain physiology, I speculate that the reason why the dream takes longer than in reality is that there is a lack of distraction in the five senses in the sleep, and the second is that the cranial nerves are accelerated. If you just try, it may not be anything, but if it takes too long, I'm afraid your brain will be overwhelmed!"

Pascal knew that Spinoza could see through his mind, so he said it as a side knock, reminding him that even if it was feasible, the burden on his brain would be too great, after all, a person who dreams all night will be dizzy the next day, not to mention that cultivation is more than ten times more difficult than dreaming, but seeing that Spinoza had a trace of melancholy on his face, it was very surprising to teach him, after all, those teachers in the school park are stepping on the bell to enter and exit, not to mention caring about the students, it seems that saying more words will delay them on the way to the grave. If Spinoza cared about the entire F class, he didn't expect to care about his humble student: "Thank you, teacher......"

On the way back, Pascal bought something to take home, and heard Russell's cheerful voice in the hallway. Pascal went to bed and lay down, eating biscuits while thinking about the spiritual activities in his dreams. Although he thought of such a wonderful idea, but "it is not difficult to know, but it is difficult to do", it is one thing to enter a dream by chance, but it is another thing to be able to manipulate dreams freely, he has read many books on dream interpretation in psychology, and he has never mentioned this. Thinking of this, Pascal casually flipped through the book "The Story of Psychology" on the side, while thinking about ordinary people's impressions of psychology, the most typical of which is probably dream interpretation and hypnosis...... If you can hypnotize yourself and let yourself fall from reality to dreams, you may be able to continue your thinking in reality. This is different from those hypnosis that lie on a bench and follow a series of questions to make people unconsciously speak their hearts, far from being solved by making up a few scripted problems, maybe the constant autosuggestion before going to bed will bring these hints to dreams. Pascal thought as he flipped through the book. Dreams are often chaotic, and if you are too self-conscious, you will inevitably be overfocused and awake, and if you don't control your dreams, you won't be able to practice in them.

After tossing and turning like this for noon, he was still not allowed to enter, and before he knew it, Russell had stretched his waist and got up, yawning and patting his mouth: "Ahh

"Where, don't talk nonsense!" Pascal blushed, "you can help me get my name, it doesn't really matter!"

"How did you degenerate into this, and where is that self-confident and conceited Pascal I knew?"