Chapter 725: Deep in the mountains, the realm of despair
grateful
Li Yanting, Q Xinyue, two book friends, corrected the mistakes in the book.
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Without sublimation experience, it is a burden.
After closing Eric's writings, Fang Tian sighed softly.
At the end of the book, some of the secrets about how to become a mage are, even if it were Fang Tian, it would be almost the same. Or it can be said that everyone's opinions are surprisingly similar.
The reason why Eric is that he has not refined a similar "cross practice system" of his own. In addition to this, he is indeed a cultivator who has experienced the world and is now wise.
If conditions are given, his future should be able to go further, and it is by no means limited to a median or even a high-level mage.
Perhaps, you can look forward to the level of the great master.
Fang Tian commented in his heart just to evaluate Eric's last paragraph. Fang Tian had no comment on the whole book and the deeds and emotions in the whole book.
unnecessary.
The expression of the most affection and nature is just to simply look at it, feel or enjoy it. Evaluation is also a burden for such a narrative.
The little book is not thick, and it seems very light and thin when placed in Fang Tian's hands.
But who knows how many people will be able to draw the power of rushing towards the mage from this thin booklet in the association? Fang Tian also doesn't know how many such mages will be, but he must have. There must be!
There must be such a magician!
The booklet does not have a title. Eric just wrote his name at the end of the last page after the whole book ended.
Fang Tian pondered for a moment, then took a pen, calmed his mind and calmed down, and put the three big words "Floating Life Record" as the title of the book, followed by a slightly smaller word, "Written by Eric". Then there was a line of smaller words, "Fang Tian reads and pays homage to the title".
After writing, put the book aside.
Fang Tian sat quietly on the bench, and as he breathed from long to subtle, and even completely cut off, the "sun" in the sea of consciousness was no longer the sun, the bright light spot in the center shrank and bloomed. After a while, Fang Tian opened his eyes again.
The body and mind are once again at their best. The consciousness is once again at the emptiness and brightness.
In this state, Fang Tian opened the second book, which was Xi Yan's.
Xi Yan was not the person Fang Tian met when he launched the "Weaving Plan", but met directly with the mage. Instead, he was promoted to the mage because of Fang Tian. In this regard, this is exactly the same as other mages in the current association.
When I opened the book, what caught Fang Tian’s eyes was the thin and strong handwriting.
Looking at this handwriting, Fang Tian smiled slightly. Many times, it was indeed "the word "like the person". In this world where calligraphy has not yet been developed, that "many times" can be almost directly omitted.
The word "动" means "people".
The depth, curves, and structure and arrangement of the strokes all represent some of the person's attitude towards life.
Xi Yan, the name "Yan" is indeed not wrong, and he entrusted this honor to serve as the president of the Yanhuangcheng Salt Industry Chamber of Commerce. It seems that the appointment is not wrong. Natural salt blocks are stones. Apart from the suspicion of transparency, they are nothing different from stones.
With a little teasing and smile, Fang Tian slowly entered the reading.
With Eric's example, Fang Tian was full of confidence and expectations for the remaining booklets. He believed that they would not disappoint him.
Like Eric, Xiyan recalled his teacher in his writings with great hunchback.
Fang Tian was not surprised at this.
It is not that these monks have no other people and things to write about except teachers, but in this era when they rely almost entirely on master-apprenticeship, a practitioner should thank the most and most likely to recall and miss the first one, and the teacher must be the first.
Without the introduction of the teacher, there would be no future path to practice.
Without the teacher's earnest teaching, even if you step into practice, it is difficult to go far. - Fang Tian thought that his practice speed was considered fast, but when he looked back, he had not known how many twists and turns he had gone through along the way.
The so-called "skills are not pure enough" is that even if he has a complete cultivation and inheritance in the magic apprenticeship stage, in fact, he has also relied on the many experiences he accumulated in his previous life to come out of a path.
If a real teenager, even if he is a genius, Fang Tian only has one word, "stop"!
Oh, these are two words.
Only without the teacher's teaching can you know the difficulties best.
Every point, every step, every turn requires consideration, consideration, and consideration. The taste is exactly the same as the old Chinese saying, like a person who drinks water and knows the warmth and coldness.
Even though he has experience in his previous life and has come step by step to the present, his progress this year and a half is full of too many luck and coincidences.
Whether it is luck, coincidence, or other reasons, these are too vague and unreliable. What is really real and reliable is the teacher or the teaching.
Unlike Eric's warm narrative, Xiyan recalled his teacher almost with a deep feeling.
What made Fang Tian most moved was Xi Yan's narration of his teacher's death.
That was the most desperate day in Xiyan's life, and it was also the day when he felt that "the sky had collapsed". After the teacher left, Xiyan said that although he was alive and dead, his mind was in a daze and confused. For several months, he had no intention of practicing magic.
A few months later, gradually recovering from trance and despair, Xiyan tried to enter the practice, but was always depressed, and his whole body and mind were filled with an indescribable but could be felt.
Xiyan found himself unable to get rid of this mania.
The harder you try to practice, the more manic you are. And the more manic you are, the more uneasy you are. You want to enter the practice as soon as possible and return to your past self.
It was really a very dangerous day, dangerous for himself, and for others, even more so. - This is a cultivator, a magician with a certain level, and now, the magician is filled with mania in his heart, but he cannot relieve it.
No one knows when this mania will break out.
But if the situation continues, it will definitely!
The final result needs no further.
Aware of this situation, Xiyan resolutely walked into the mountains, which was the most famous Calado Mountains that spanned the entire eastern part of the empire.
There are many ferocious beasts in the mountains and dense forests.
For magicians, this place is a forbidden area. The fundamental reason for the forbidden area is not the beasts and ferocious beasts, but the deeper they go, the thinner the elements will be.
Not to mention the spell effect is severely decaying, what is even more terrifying is that spells are useless here at all. They can only be used at close range, and they can be "swallowed" by trees at any time.
Xiyan stepped into such a place.
And he was not just lingering on the periphery, but almost in the straightest line, heading straight towards the depths of the Calado Mountains.
This is simply seeking death.
And in fact, it is indeed.
For Xi Yan at that time, beasts? ferocious beasts? It's great! I've heard too many legends long ago. I've wanted to see them for a long time! At this time, nothing is better than beasts and ferocious beasts.
Come on, come on, see if you die or me!
Driven by the mania that had accumulated over the past few months but had never been relieved, after entering the mountains, Xiyan was no longer manic, but became directly crazy and violent. Not to mention encountering beasts or ferocious beasts, even if they encountered trees, those who were blocking in front of him and could be destroyed, they were destroyed by him.
He doesn't care, even more so, those beasts and ferocious beasts.
The two sides quickly advanced from sporadic close forces to desperate battles. At the beginning, Xiyan was advancing all the way, but not far away. With his level, he could no longer go deeper. As a hateful invader, he was regarded as a target that must be removed by almost all the ferocious beasts in that area.
At that time, Xiyan would not have thought of retreating?
He just wanted to vent his anger. Besides, he was already targeted by a ferocious beast from the entire area. Even if he retreated, it would be so easy?
No matter what, Xiyan didn't retreat.
But no matter how violent it is, people always don’t want to die. That is the instinct of life. Even if they are "seeking death", they don’t want to die so cowardly. Therefore, the two sides started an all-terrain war in that area.
Xiyan is one, and the other party is countless.
Xiyan needs to rest, and the other party can take turns to go.
After only a few days, Xiyan could not hold on. With the difficulties he dealt with, the dangers he was in the situation, or the venting of this period of time, in short, Xiyan's mania slowly dissipated at this time.
The person has completely awakened.
But at this time, it was too late. At this time, he had been locked and narrowed by the other party step by step, surrounding a cliff with no way ahead, and under the foot was an abyss that could not be seen. Behind him, there were countless ferocious beasts that were sitting or standing, or roaring and roaring to eat.
The cliff is very steep and it is not easy for the other party to come up for a while.
But even if you just surround him, it would be enough to surround him to death!
In fact, after this period of "intimate contact" between the two sides, Xi Yan knew that the other party could not be satisfied with just siege him. It was getting late now and the other party did not dare to take risks. Tomorrow, when the morning came, the other party would definitely try to launch a strong attack.
In other words, it is basically impossible for him to see the sun at noon tomorrow.
Xiyan, who is relatively clear about the strength of both sides, knows clearly that tomorrow, when the morning comes, he will be unlucky!
In other words, this should be his last night in this world.
Jump down from the cliff directly? Save the death of miserable tomorrow. Xiyan is absolutely sure that he will fall into the other party's hands, no, in the mouth, in the end, he will not even have a bone left!
But the idea of jumping off the cliff just came out of my heart and was knocked out by Xiyan.
After killing all the way to this point, how could he die so cowardly!
That night, there was no moon or stars, and the sky was bleak, just like his current situation. And on this night, Xiyan, who was determined to fight to the end tomorrow, leaned behind the bottomless abyss, looked forward to countless ferocious beasts, stood on the cliff and entered meditation.
Surprisingly, it was very smooth and in-depth.
Actually, it's not surprising.
Because this is likely to be the last time in life.
Because there is nothing to be kept and nothing to be left with, the whole body and mind, in this last time, is completely, thoroughly, devoted.