At this time, Eric spoke with a smile on his face: "During your retreat, a few of us bumped into each other."
Knock you big head ghost.
Fang Tian looked at him and said calmly in his heart.
In a place as big as a hand like Red Rock Town, you mages look up and down. You bump into each other and you knock? Are you deceiving ghosts, wandering souls, or undead?
"We are all casual cultivators now. In your words, your highness, we are all low-class guys." Eric continued.
"I really didn't say that, you and I, please don't slander me." Fang Tian shook his head, looked at the little old man and said with great resentment.
"Oh, Your Highness, you didn't say such a thing? That's probably because I remembered it wrong." Eric looked regretful, and then expressed sadness: "Your Highness, you see, alas, we old guys are getting old.
My brain has become less clear, which is really pitiful."
Fang Tian was really speechless for such an old guy, so he could only continue to watch his performance with resentment.
By the way, it's a shame that a talent like you doesn't have a career in Hollywood.
Fang Tianzhen wanted to point a camera at the old man and then say "action" to him.
"Your Highness"
At this time, sitting on the chair, Eric's upper body slumped slightly. When he straightened up again, his expression had turned serious, and he said respectfully and without any concealment:
"My teacher is the person I respect the most in my life. He was before, is now, and will always be in the future."
Eric's words became slow at this time, and there was an inexplicable rhythm in his tone.
"When I was first admitted as a disciple, I was still very young, only six years old, and the teacher took me around the mainland, walking around the mainland. The teacher taught me how to practice at the same time,"
"And many nights, in the hotel, under the oil lamp, the teacher taught me to practice calligraphy. After practicing calligraphy, the teacher would also chat with me. We talked about cultivation, magicians, mercenary warriors, etc.
Those traders who come and go from place to place.”
"Those ten years were the happiest time I lived, and it is also a time I will miss forever in my life."
At this point, Eric's face was full of remembrance.
Several people in the venue, including Fang Tian, were all listening quietly.
"But after the teacher attained the Dharma, he was unable to go any further. In the end, he died and only remains in my memory. I was sixteen years old that year."
"When the teacher left, he said to me with a smile: 'Silly boy, this is enough for you as a teacher. From now on, you will be alone. You have to be good.'"
Eric stopped here.
Because I had to stop.
Master Xiyan, this Qinghui old man who has already been promoted to the rank of mage, this old man with a rather cold expression, at this moment, covered his face with his hands, lowered his head, but burst into tears like a child.
Here, under such circumstances, in front of several other mages.
The one who is not much different from him is Muluo.
Although Mu Luo did not cover his face with his hands at this time, nor did he lower his head to cry, his eyes were filled with tears.
Andy and Falstein are in slightly better condition, but they both have a touch of nostalgia.
We have come this far. Who doesn’t have a teacher behind him?
They may be harsh, gentle, persuasive, or cold and blunt.
But one thing is definitely the same, that is, every step the disciple takes, there is always their eyes. In other words, every magician who has reached a high place has grown up under such eyes.
.
And when one day, that kind of gaze is no longer there, what will it feel like?
If you go wrong, no one will scold you or call you a fool. If you go well, no one will praise you, pat you on the shoulder, and say, "Well done."
No urging, no reprimand, no relief, no praise.
Nothing.
You are only one person after all.
After some time passed and everyone's emotions calmed down, Eric continued:
"Your Highness, I made you laugh. That's what we old guys are like. When we think about the past, we always get sad and emotional easily."
Fang Tian nodded without saying anything, and then listened to Eric continue:
"At that time, the teacher also said, Eric, if you become a mage in the future, then try to find another teacher. I won't blame you. There is no use blaming you. But that person must be better than
I am better and stronger. And, the most important point is that in front of that person, sometimes you will naturally think of your childhood and me."
"If this is not the case, then no matter how strong that person is or how much he thinks of you, you are not allowed to join his disciples. Otherwise, even if you are underground, I will depose you and you will no longer be my disciple."
Before today, Eric, who had always given Fang Tian a sense of humor and humor, said this calmly.
"Over the years, I have traveled to many places, from north to south, from this continent to that continent. Your Highness, you are the only person who can remind me of my childhood."
Speaking of this, Eric looked at Fang Tian:
"So, Your Highness, if you think you like me as an old man, then accept me as your disciple. If you can't be a disciple, then please let me be your follower. If you can't be a follower, then
From now on, Your Highness, I will stay far away from you and never see you again for the rest of my life. Wherever you go, I will retreat thousands of miles away."
"As for what?"
Fang Tian touched his nose and said with a wry smile.
Eric, however, became silent and stopped talking.
"Sir Eric, can you let me think about it for a few days?" For a moment, Fang Tian had no choice but to say this.
"Yes, but Your Highness, I only give you three days."
Fang Tian was speechless. This was the first time he saw someone begging to be accepted as a disciple or follower, and he was so awesome.
This is how domineering you are.
"What about you?" Fang Tian turned around and looked at Mu Luo, Andy, Falstein, and Xi Yan one by one.
"I don't dare to expect too much. I only want to be a follower. As for whether I am a disciple or a follower, it is up to Your Highness to decide." The few people did not even look at each other, and Andy spoke directly on behalf of everyone.
Obviously, they had made a common decision before they came here.
Fang Tian thought of Eric's words just now, "During your retreat, a few of us bumped into each other."
You guys actually touched each other.
And then something like this comes out?
Oh, I have a headache.
Fang Tian shook his head and looked at several people respectively. Then he looked at the big tree across the courtyard and said lightly: "What if I tell you that I don't even know what to do next?"
This statement was obviously beyond everyone's expectations.
At this time, several people finally looked at each other, and then Eric said it. It seemed that he was the external spokesperson recommended by them during this period:
"Then we have even more reason to follow His Highness. We old guys have finally grown up a bit. If Your Highness doesn't mind, you can let us old guys give you some pointers first. I believe that with your Highness's
With talent and wisdom, we will surely make another breakthrough soon. Then it won’t be too late for you to turn around and give us some pointers.”
It's really not too late.
Having just been promoted to mages, these old guys are now actually very rich in capital, richer than many newborn babies. Speaking of this, they are really confident.
At this time, Fang Tian finally had nothing to say.
Fang Tian looked at each of them speechlessly, and then said: "Let me think about it. Just take what Mr. Eric just said, three days, how about it?"
"Okay, Your Highness. Your Highness, your time is valuable, so we won't interrupt you any further. We'll take our leave now and wait for your news." Eric said, and then several people stood up and faced Fang Tianxing at the same time.
He bowed and then left.
Teleported away.
That is to say, "swish", it disappeared completely.
What is this? Fang Tian sighed softly, then got up from the bench, put his hands behind his back, and took a walk in the training ground, which was actually quite spacious.
While walking, Fang Tian was thinking.
What these people seek is for "utility", there is no doubt about this.
But Fang Tian didn't hate this.
In fact, most people don't hate it. Many people are disgusted when "utility" is mentioned. In fact, what they hate is not utilitarianism itself, but the circulation of utilitarianism and the overturning of interests.
After the gap was established, many people became ruthless, and even worse, ungrateful and so on.
Therefore, many times, the word "utility" has been tainted with a layer of derogatory color.
But in fact, in life, so
Most of what you want is inseparable from utility.
If a person is ruthless, what does it have to do with utilitarianism?
Even if there is no utilitarianism as a prop, people who should be ruthless will still be ruthless, but they will show it in another way.
But to say that these people are all utilitarian is not necessarily true.
The reason is very simple. Over the years, if they were willing, based on their level, they could have found a mage or a mage family to take refuge in. Why wait until today? Why beg him, a junior who is still a coward?
Fang Tian feels that this is related to the overall environment of magicians in this world.
To put it simply, magicians like Eric Muro have been lonely for a long time.
Yes, it is loneliness.
And some of his actions, or behaviors, may have allowed them to see... a possibility that everyone could get together and move forward.
So they wanted to gather with him.
And the best way to get together with him is to become his follower.
If this is the case, then becoming a follower itself is not their purpose.