The path of cultivation, talent, inheritance, and hard work are all indispensable.
Talent is the prerequisite, and the prerequisite means that without this, nothing else can be mentioned. Inheritance is the foundation. Without this foundation, no matter how good the talent is, it can only be buried like ordinary people. Effort is the element. Without this element, no matter how good the talent is
And inheritance can only be in vain.
But even if talent, inheritance, and hard work are all met, you can only guarantee to reach the position of ninth-level apprentice at most. Any step beyond that will involve many indescribable things.
This is true for the ninth-level promotion method, and even more so for the high-level promotion method.
In fact, the gray-robed mage was full of determination before, but now that he has clearly seen the situation and path of the master, he actually let out a deep sigh that was almost helpless.
Sharjah also sighed, not only for the old man, but also for himself, and even more for all the magicians on the mainland.
With the help of their friends, they can see the road clearly, but they still find it so difficult. What are the thoughts of those magicians who cannot see the road through the ages?
Especially for those high-level lawyers who can step by step to reach the position of high-level lawyers, it goes without saying that they have all the conditions. However, with persistence year after year, they only get disappointment again and again. As time goes by,
Year after year passed, when the body was unstoppably getting old, they——
What do you think?
Sharjah remembered what Kaspersky said in the story told by his friend the day before yesterday. He was on the top of Mount Larmore, looking at the setting sun like fire and the sky full of sunset: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's just so close."
dusk."
Such straightforward words made so many magicians who had been practicing all their lives in the field shed tears at that time, and some even burst into tears, just because these words touched the deepest pain in their hearts?
So a hundred years later, will he also sigh like this?
Thinking of this, Sha Jia sighed softly again, but immediately, he said in his heart: "My little friend, at the age of thirteen, can go on for months and days without any effect from practicing, so what can I do?"
Can you be too inferior to him? Now that you have embarked on this road, you should be unyielding and move forward wholeheartedly."
The three old men came back panting and in great embarrassment.
Before the skinny old man could sit down, he started to curse: "Shameless thing, two bastards bullied an elder of your family, and in the end, they were beaten like undead by me?"
"Bah, we are like undead at best now, unlike you, old boy, who has always been like the undead." There is no one who is good at fighting, and no good words when scolding each other. The gray-robed warrior showed no weakness.
"I want to take a nap, you two old guys, please stop arguing." The other party in the three-way war lay down on a big rock and said half-deadly.
"Senior, please sleep peacefully. Our next martial arts discussion will be very quiet and will not disturb you." Sharjah said with a smile.
"What are we discussing about martial arts?" Old man Bader, who looked like a living dead just now, jumped up when he heard what Sharjah said. He sat on a big rock and looked down at Sharjah and said.
"Let's talk about it. You're just a rubbish fourth-level warrior. You want to discuss martial arts? Bah." The skinny old man scorned him unceremoniously.
"It's true that I am a fourth-level warrior, but my little friend is not." Sharja used his trump card.
"Oh? Did little friend Fang Tian talk about martial arts?" the gray-robed mage said with an moved expression.
You can't blame him for looking moved. You must know that magic inheritance is precious, but the requirements of a magician's own conditions cannot be ignored. Even with the top inheritance, it does not mean that everyone can become a mage.
But warriors are different. Although martial arts also have requirements on the physical fitness of the warrior, compared with magic, it is really trivial.
And judging from the huge number of warriors in the mainland...the influence of warrior inheritance is much greater than that of magic inheritance.
Even the gray-robed mage was moved by it, not to mention the three warriors present.
The thin old man jumped over, pinched Sharjah, who was about ten meters away, like a little chicken, placed him in a circle of five people, asked him to sit down against a big stone, and asked: "
Boy, if you have something to say, speak quickly. If you speak slowly, don’t blame me for beating you again.”
Sha Jia rolled his eyes at his torment. How could he dare to let him beat him again? He quickly said: "Masters, please listen. Sha Jia will tell you now."
The next moment, Sharjah told the story of a one-armed warrior in a eloquent manner. When he told the story of the warrior who had one of his arms cut off and then gave a long speech, the skinny old man's whole body twisted like numbness.
, interrupted him and said: "Where did this warrior come from? Is he an actor from the acrobatic troupe? Shaozi"
Although the gray-robed warrior and the old man Bard did not speak, looking at their expressions, they clearly agreed with what the skinny old man said.
Sha Jia sighed deeply and said: "He is not an actor, his name is destined to shock the entire continent."
The way he looks now, the tone of his speech, are 100% copied from Fang Tian, and the sloppy look makes several old men itchy and want to beat this kid up immediately - this is what Fang Tian often sees in Sharjah.
feeling.
But the story is still going on, and judging from the boy's tone, is there anything exciting in the future? The old men had no choice but to turn their itch in their fists to their expectations for the story.
Next, the excitement came as expected. The boy was chased, fell off a cliff, and then hung on a big pine tree without death.
This is definitely a classic passage from a certain type of novel that Fang Tian has read. However, after hearing this, several old men expressed their opinions and criticized it from various angles.
Sha Jia just smiled lightly, feeling that the expression and gesture he learned from his little friend were really wonderful, especially when he was about to say something like that.
When the three old men finished their criticism and looked sideways at Sharjah, Sharjah continued the story, and then said lightly and lightly the words that the one-armed warrior saw engraved on the unknown tombstone: "Sword Demon Dugu
Seeking defeat, since he is invincible in the world, he buried his sword here. The heroes restrained their hands and their long swords were empty, which is not a good thing."
"Dugu Qiufei? Damn it, why would someone call him such a name? Isn't he afraid of being hacked to death as soon as he goes out?" The thin old man said.
"Maybe he has been hacked to death." The gray-robed warrior had been yelling at the skinny old man just now. At this time, he decisively switched sides and firmly supported his old friend.
"These words and this name are too crazy. I don't like it." Old Man Bud shook his head and made his opinion clear in the same way.
Sha Jia still smiled faintly and thought to himself, if you can still be so...and still so handsome, I will go back today.