"Sir, how is Elena's condition? When can I visit her?"
"When she's ready."
"get ready?"
"I can responsibly say that in addition to oxygen, love and hope, what makes us want to live in this world are some more important elements, such as waiting."
"Waiting is a virtue, and it is also a way to make love and hope become more mellow as time brews. You are only eighteen years old..."
"Nineteen, sir." The young public-funded student had to interrupt in a low voice: "I am already nineteen years old."
"Almost," the gentleman waved his hand, not paying attention to this detail: "For me, whether I am eighteen or eighty years old, I am still a child. There is no difference."
Mr. Zheng could always say something that Zheng Qing could not refute.
"...You are all still young, and the days ahead are still long. There is still a colorful world waiting for you to visit. You can become great wizards and date at the end of time... all you need is a little patience and waiting."
These are two points, Zheng Qing muttered in his heart, and thought a little melancholy at the same time - well, dating at the end of time sounds very difficult. Is this another way of describing love even to death?
While talking, the two kept walking in the thick fog.
Zheng Qing didn't know where his husband was taking him, and he wasn't opposed to walking with him for a while. But he didn't like being too quiet when walking. It would make him feel awkward in the air.
Because when we met last week, the young wizard had already reported all the recent events in the school to his husband. So this time, it was difficult for him to talk as much as he did last time.
After racking his brains for a long time, Zheng Qing finally thought of an interesting topic.
"Sir," the boy licked his lips and asked in a low voice: "In the spell class this week, Professor Yao taught us some concepts about the Yuanchen Guardian Curse... The professor said that the function of that spell is to create a
'Beacon'?"
"That's right." The gentleman replied briefly.
But this is not the answer Zheng Qing wants.
"That is to say, that spell has no effect on me, right?" The young public-funded student analyzed: "You said before that because of the forbidden spell, my magic road already has a very clear roadbed. I only need to
You can go far, far away by walking along the planned 'road'..."
The gentleman turned his head and glanced at him.
"The learning of magic is a step-by-step process." He replied: "The accumulation of any bit of knowledge is very important. It's like a pauper suddenly inheriting a large sum of gold. If he doesn't learn how to preserve and increase the value of gold,
If he doesn't learn how to use it sparingly, the gold will eventually disappear from him like running water."
"You don't want it to explode on the spot every time you use the forbidden spell, right?"
Zheng Qing shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to."
"So," Mr. nodded: "The function of the Yuan Chen Guardian Spell is to allow you to construct your own magic methodology and improve your magic worldview. You must master it proficiently."
"Will my real body be two villains?" Zheng Qing finally couldn't help but ask a question that had been bothering him for a long time.
He clearly remembered that after he released the Yuan Chen Guardian Curse, two little figures were revealed: one was wearing a long white coat and a high crown with horns, his hands were folded in his sleeves, and a book and a pen appeared in front of him;
The other was wearing a black short coat, a horse face mask, a black iron chain around his neck, and a knife in his hand.
The gentleman's hand on the boy's shoulder used a little force and almost pushed him to the ground.
"The biggest problem for many people is that they think too much and do too little." The gentleman sighed slightly: "What is the true body like? What is the essence of the true body? How to condense the true body? Wait... these questions,
It’s not something you can focus on right now. It’s farther away from you than from the earth to the stars.”
"The road is at your feet. You can occasionally look up at the sky, but more attention should be on the road under your feet. Don't be like Thales of Ionia, who only looked at the stars when walking, but fell into a pit.
inside."
"But don't feel uneasy. I like the way you ask questions."
"This fits perfectly with what we're going to do in class today."
Zheng Qing did not speak, but continued to listen quietly, but could not help but recall the content of the previous class in his mind. In the previous class, the teacher took him to observe two cases, destroying two small hopes, and then told
He doesn't need to be upset about the destruction of those two small hopes.
Because the benevolent do not worry.
As long as you do the right thing, there is no need to worry about being uneasy.
The thick fog suddenly dissipated, interrupting the boy's memories. A beautiful octagonal pavilion appeared in front of Zheng Qing's eyes, with carved beams and painted beams, brackets and flying eaves. There was no one in the pavilion, but there was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, which looked really strange.
The husband and Zheng Qing waited at the steps in front of the pavilion for a few seconds before climbing up.
"What time is it?" Standing in front of the mirror, the gentleman suddenly asked.
Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took out his silver pocket watch from the gray cloth bag. Opening the cover, the hands were pointing to 1:46 pm.
When the boy was about to answer, the pocket watch in his hand suddenly emitted a layer of light, and the hour hand in the watch case began to rotate crazily. It rotated forward more than ten times without any rules, and then rotated seven or eight times backward.
As if suffering from epilepsy, he was just shaking in place.
Zheng Qing had every reason to believe that if it were not bound by the quartz watch case, the minute hand would definitely jump out of the pocket watch and jump to the ground.
The young wizard was speechless and stared at the crazy pocket watch for a few seconds before he thought of raising his head to ask his husband. But when he raised his head, he found that his husband was looking out of the pavilion with interest.
Zheng Qing followed his husband's gaze and looked out, and found that just when the pocket watch was going crazy, the thick fog that was isolated outside the pavilion was also rolling violently. It seemed like a dozen giant dragons were fighting hand-to-hand in the fog, and they were roaring in the storm.
of sea.
Wave after wave of raging mist hit the pavilion at their feet, but not a single bit of mist could get in.
"What time is it?" the gentleman asked again.
Zheng Qing subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the pocket watch in his hand. The crazy energy of the hour hand seemed to have passed, and the rotation speed was getting slower and slower. He waited for a few more seconds, and the hour hand finally stopped rotating and stopped at the eleven o'clock position.
The minute hand did not behave in a unique way. At the moment when the hour hand stopped rotating, it jumped for the last time, from the position of forty-six minutes to forty-seven minutes.
"Eleven forty-seven, at night." The boy licked his lips and replied in a hoarse voice.