Live and Work in Peace and Contentment Chapter 237
Chapter 237: Old people don’t cultivate
"The entire continent is water?" The four audience members in the audience all looked at a loss, and even some of the audience members outside the venue, such as Sharjah, also had expressions at a loss. Only outside the maple forest, not far away from the stream, were five
Where the old men were sitting around, the gray-robed mage heard this, his whole body was shaken, and he actually stood up all of a sudden.
"Old friend, what's wrong?" The old man, also a gray-robed warrior, asked with a surprised look on his face, "I've never seen you so excited."
"Is there something wrong with what little friend Fang Tian said?" said the mage who was a bit pudgy.
Although Fang Tian is only a thirteen-year-old child, not even a teenager, but for reasons well known to everyone, among the five old men, only the skinny old man would directly address him as "that boy", and the others would refer to him as "that boy".
When I get to Fangtian, under normal circumstances, I am still politely called "Little Friend Fangtian".
The gray-robed mage did not answer, but just laid his hands to signal everyone to be silent.
"Never heard of it? Forget it." Fang Tian ended the topic casually. If he started talking to Sha Jia, he would probably brag to Sha Jia, "In ancient times, the four poles were ruined, and Kyushu
"Cracked" or something like that, even if we don't talk about it, Noah Fontaine can still be used as a topic to talk about, but in front of these people, let's forget it.
Chatting should also be divided into people. Sharjah is a good chat friend. Fang Tian doesn’t know whether these people will be in the future, but obviously they are not now.
Fang Tian didn't know that he ended the topic casually. The people in front of him didn't feel anything at all, but another audience member almost vomited blood and was so depressed by his behavior of just digging holes and not filling them.
Indescribable.
"ho;n..." The gray-robed mage couldn't help but uttered a curse word, but in the end he only said "ho;n". The word "egg" was not uttered, but he
Not far away from the opposite side, a large tree as thick as several people could hug it was instantly cut off by several wind blades and fell to the ground in the direction of several people.
"Shaja, come to the old man's place!" The gray-robed mage used wind spells to transmit a message to a certain point by the fountain. His tone was very angry. If Shaja had not been promoted to an intermediate mage, his words would be roughly
You wouldn't be so polite.
"Sir, I don't know what the summons is? Please tell me." Sha Jia followed Yin and said with clasped fists.
In fact, as a mage, it is only right to perform mage etiquette. Holding fists is a trick of a warrior. When you meet someone who is particular about this aspect, if you are not good enough, you will say "I am willing to be humble"... But Sharjah does not care about this
The five old men knew the basics and would naturally use their preferred method to stimulate Taoism.
Among the five old men, three are teachers, two are also closely related to the elder brother, and one of them is his own teacher. Therefore, the intermediate mage, Mr. Sharjah, can fight against these five.
An old fellow who can be said to be a half-master, he is always there for you.
"Did you hear what little friend Fang Tian just said?" the gray-robed mage asked.
"Yes." Sharjah was a little suspicious. It seemed that my friend didn't say anything just now, right? The possible problem is the legend that the ground is covered with water?
"Looking at you, you don't know, forget it." The gray-robed mage had a nonchalant attitude, "If you have time, you might as well have a chat with Fang Tian, about the flood. Okay, don't
There’s nothing wrong with you, just go ahead.”
"Yes, Sharjah resigned.".
After Sharjah left, the pudgy mage also looked suspicious and said: "What's going on, old friend 1? Is it true that there were floods all over our continent a long time ago?".
"Forget it, it's okay if you don't know. It's useless if you know. Your levels are too far apart." The gray-robed mage regained his composure at this moment and said calmly.
"Bah, you're talking like you're a magician. You're such a bird. I don't think you'll ever think about it again in this life." The skinny old man was the first to be filled with indignation.
"I'm not happy with what he said. I can prove that my old friend is indeed not a magician. But looking at him like this, he is more awesome than a real magician." The short and fat mage was on my old friend's elbows.
Heavy bsp; "I am proud to be able to wear the same robe as the future Master." The gray robe warrior first pulled his clothes towards the crowd, and then drilled his gray robe with his thumb.
He came out with a d-ngd-ng and said with a smile on his face.
After the gray-robed warrior finished speaking, the four of them all turned to the old man who was the only one who had not yet spoken.
"What I wanted to say was finished by the three of them." The old man at the end first looked thoughtful, then raised his head and said calmly.
It seemed that he had misjudged the situation, and the gray-robed mage looked angrily: "Bard, you are so bad. Have you forgotten who fought with you yesterday?".
"I only stand on the side of truth." The ordinary-looking old man named Bud said calmly.
"Old man, you are so right!" The short and fat mage slapped his thigh, "It's not like some people who dream about becoming a magician every day, but when they wake up, they are like, oh my, why are they still a master of magic?
Woolen cloth?".
"Am I so unbearable?" The gray-robed mage looked suspicious and asked for everyone's opinions.
"Ask him." The thin old man was more tactful this time and pointed at the gray-robed warrior.
"Don't ask me, ask him." The gray-robed warrior turned his chin to Bard.
"Let's ask him!" Bard passed the ball back to the pudgy mage.
"I brought down the tree. If it falls towards us, it means that our Prime Minister is not so unbearable. If it falls somewhere else, there is no need to say anything. This is fair.
?" The short and fat mage asked, pointing to a tall, broad tree with sparse trunks and no branches not far in front of him.
"Fair." The other three people and the gray-robed mage himself all agreed.
The next moment, the tree was cut flat from the root.
The next moment…………
The next moment…………
After falling for many moments, the tree still stood still. No, it didn't stand still, but it stood without falling. Or to be more precise, the tree became like a roly-poly and just fell this way.
The next moment, it immediately bounced back and remained upright.
Just like that, the tree staggered around like it was drunk, but it refused to fall.
After a while, it stopped swaying and began to spin. The way it spun was similar to the top that Fang Tian had tinkered with before.
It turned slowly at first, but it turned faster and faster, and finally, the big tree exploded into a large piece of powder, which scattered in all directions, like a powder rain in a small area.
"How to calculate the result?" After several people were stunned for a moment, the gray-robed warrior asked.
Let’s not talk about the fight between a few old monsters, but let’s talk about Fang Tian.
After a few simple conversations, Fang Tian began to exercise on the wooden stakes.
Fang Tian was still doing what he did before, putting his hands behind his back, first walking forward in a circle, as a warm-up, then walking backwards, as a way to loosen his bones, and then crossing sideways, with hollow somersaults from time to time.
, this is formal exercise.
Although the project is simple, because these wooden stakes are thick or thin, long or short, and arranged in a sparse or dense manner, in fact, when a warrior runs on them, every limb joint of the body can move.
Therefore, although this wooden stake and such movements were created by Fang Tian, it was Owen Anderson and others who exercised this way. Many of them have made the wooden stake exercise every morning a required course.
Carrette and the others should have seen this kind of exercise many times in the past few days, so they were not surprised when they saw Fang Tian doing it. However, after a while, when Fang Tian finished the activity and jumped off the wooden stake,
Nanhai Thirteen asked a little strangely: "Brother Fang Tian, we are magicians, do we need to train like warriors?".
In fact, it is not unheard of to practice magic and martial arts together a long time ago. But as many years have passed, people have found that practicing the two together has few benefits but great harm. The limited assistance or improvement is far from being proportional to the time consumed.
After that, magic and martial arts were officially separated and never merged again.
However, even though this is the case in actual cultivation, there are still many people from generation to generation trying to find a theoretically feasible path for the simultaneous cultivation of martial arts and magic.
After all, if the two practice together and help each other, the benefits can be seen even by a blind person. A high-level practitioner with both magic and martial arts is definitely the existence that everyone dreams of. And if such a person really exists
existence, it would definitely be a huge nightmare for single practitioners of the same level.
"Magicians don't need to exercise like warriors, but it's always good to move your body more, and you'll be more energetic when you meditate, right?" Fang Tian said.
What he said was basically correct, but it was no different than not saying it. Because what he said was something that even an idiot would know. But what he answered was not what Nanhai Thirteen and the other people in the room were concerned about.
In other words, Fang Tian evaded the questions asked by Nanhai Thirteen.
Sharjah, who was listening from a distance in the Fountain Square, secretly laughed in his heart, thinking that if what you want to know can be asked in this way, then it won’t be the fifth level of my friends and the first or second level of you, but it should be the other way around.
Nanhai Thirteen pursed his lips and said with a little grievance: "Brother Fang Tian, how come you level up so fast? There must be some secret, right? Can you tell me about it? I want to level up quickly!".
This is the advantage of being young. For Carrette and the others, no matter what tone they use, as long as they say this, it means malicious probing and provocation. However, if it is just a little girl about ten years old who says this...
…
There are no other words to describe it except Tongyanwuji.
However, seeing the cunning flashing through the big eyes of this little girl named Nanhai Thirteen, Fang Tian could only sigh.
Are all the babies in this world so precocious? (To be continued.