Although there are confusions of one kind or another, as the dean, Professor Yao has adjusted his class schedule arbitrarily, and the students can only obey this arrangement obediently.
As for Wednesday's big class, whether students in other college classes will follow the pace of Astronomy Class 08-1 to listen to the 'Yuanchen Guardian Spell', or how to deal with their magic philosophy courses, is not what the students in the hall need to care about.
Topic.
Since it was changed to philosophy class, Lao Yao simply put away his Dharma books and handouts, and patted the chair under him.
The high stool turned into a comfortable recliner in the blink of an eye. The professor lay down comfortably and waved to everyone: "Relax, everyone. Philosophy classes must be relaxed in order to understand the samadhi..."
Zheng Qing was very skeptical about this.
In his opinion, this might just be an excuse for the professor to be lazy.
However, all the students in the hall did not have any objections to the professor's approach. Instead, they put away the Dharma books very cooperatively, stretched themselves, and showed an attitude of sharing weal and woe with the boss.
As the professor once said, the philosophy of magic is a science that is both simple and profound.
The simplicity lies in the fact that everyone can understand the principles; the profundity lies in the fact that even great wizards and even wizards of a higher level are constrained by the principles of magical philosophy in their behavior.
Very similar to the philosophy of Baiding's world, magical philosophy is also a subject involving worldview and methodology.
It's just that wizards have gone further in this regard.
Because magic is real and practical, the content of this lesson will even involve wizards' understanding of the origin of the world.
In the previous philosophy classes, Lao Yao painted a magnificent picture in front of everyone, briefly telling the truths that the wizards had realized during thousands of years of exploration. And the philosophy classes were them putting these truths into context.
A way to pass it on in a simple and direct way.
According to the professor, only wizards who can understand the true meaning of philosophy can go further in the future and touch more truths.
Zheng Qing is not particularly interested in what the truth is.
But the sense of mystery that Lao Yao described when explaining the truth is very interesting.
"There are three things in this world that make people most maddening: a burp in the stomach that cannot be expelled, a sneeze in the nose that cannot be expelled, and an understanding of the world in the mind that cannot be expressed. It seems that there is always something to grasp.
, but when you open your palms, there is only a piece of air left in your palms." On the recliner, Lao Yao began to tell slowly as if telling a story.
"I don't know its name, but it's called Tao. The name of Qiang is Da."
"What is 'Tao'?"
"'Tao' is the way, the arrival, the guidance, the logic, the magic... It is a concept that can be expressed."
"In the long history, those great wizards have spoken out their own paths and pointed out some vague directions for those of us who came later. We have mentioned in the previous courses that throughout this school year, we will explore them one by one.
These directions."
"So today, I will first take you to experience one of the main philosophical schools in the past hundred years, Dimensionalism."
Lao Yao was lying on his back on his recliner, with his arms slightly raised and his palms facing the sky, holding them up.
The lights in the classroom gradually dimmed as he spoke, until it was pitch black. Only the faint green fluorescence on the elf's wings was still barely shining.
"Dimensionalists believe that the world is dimensional."
A blue light spot appeared in the middle of the dark classroom. It flickered and moved slowly. Every small movement would leave a faint blue 'footprint' spot.
Soon, the footprints of blue light spots became a line of light blue light.
One stick, two sticks, three sticks.
It seemed that in just the blink of an eye, the dark sky was filled with these criss-crossing blue lines.
"Dimensionalists believe that the interaction between dimensions forms the basis for the reality of this world."
As the professor spoke, he stretched out his fingers and gently stroked a slender blue line in front of him.
This blue line is connected to darkness at both ends. If you look closely, you will see that there is no difference in tone from beginning to end, and there is no curvature or thickness. It seems to be just a collection of some concepts, but it is real and seems to be touchable.
Yes, you can touch it.
Professor Yao's fingers pressed on the blue line and pressed lightly, exerting some irresistible force on the thin blue line.
The blue line then showed a bend visible to the naked eye.
The fingertips slid down slightly, and the blue line seemed to receive some kind of response and bounced back quickly.
"...This interaction is so significant that we can verify it through hundreds of different experiments...Does the dimensional line you see now look like a rubber band?...Most wizards
It is believed that the movement of these rubber bands plays out all the phenomena in the world and the great harmony of the universe..."
Zheng Qing frowned and took notes quickly using the dim light of the pen tip while secretly complaining about the professor's poor metaphor.
Of course, he still faithfully recorded every word the professor said in his notebook.
After all, he didn't know whether there was a deeper meaning behind those words.
When he raised his head again, the top of his head had changed into another shape.
The vibration of one dimensional line affects countless other dimensional lines that intersect with it, and also affects countless dimensional lines that do not intersect with it but are adjacent to it.
Those dimensional lines followed the fluctuation of this original dimensional line, and played chords with different strengths and weaknesses and different timbres.
The blue lines left countless shadows in the vibration, seemingly turning into pieces of blue cloth.
Countless blue cloths are stacked together to construct three-dimensional spaces of different sizes.
Occasionally, a few dimensional lines broke, and the notes they vibrated stopped abruptly. Then a darkness that could not be described in words suddenly appeared, and those blue pieces of cloth disappeared.
When they reappeared, the original one-dimensional line had been broken into two new, unrelated lines.
Zheng Qing looked at the darkness uneasily.
He was keenly aware that it seemed to contain great terror, but also brewed endless opportunities.
Professor Yao's voice resounded in the classroom again, pulling his attention back from the fleeting darkness:
"The birth of dimensional theory fundamentally explains many difficult problems in the magical world that cannot be solved with traditional theories..."
"...Give me the simplest example."
"Suna Tokimushi, you know... I had a hard time at school the past few days."
There was a low voice of approval in the classroom.
Zheng Qing also nodded involuntarily.
"...Before the birth of the Dimensional Sect, wizards had a very vague and confusing understanding of the 'Sand Time Worm'."
"Traditional wizards believe that these bugs are pests born from nothingness... Older theories even believe that they are some kind of 'parasite' left behind by the gods... They are 'apocalypse'
The prelude, the pet of the 'Four Horsemen', the symbol of doomsday..."
"These vague explanations have brought great disaster to these little bugs... Every time sand is discovered, it causes a certain degree of unease in the magical world... So much so that this wonderful creature was once hunted to the brink of extinction
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"After the birth of the Dimension School, wizards extracted time points from the three-dimensional world and connected them into a new dimensional line... They gradually discovered that the 'Sand Time Worm' was just a part of the 'time dimensional line'
'Fiber'-eating 'pseudo-extra-dimensional' creatures..."
"This has ended the wizarding world's thousands-year fear of these little bugs..."
Zheng Qing grabbed the brush, his face wrinkled.
When giving examples, Professor Yao spoke a little too fast, which made it difficult for him to grasp the accuracy of some of the vocabulary. Especially the symbolic vocabulary was more likely to confuse people.
He had to record the professor's remarks in words he could understand.
There may be some distortions, but this is all his understanding. The young public-funded students seemed to feel a little more enlightened when taking notes. No wonder the old students once mentioned that the philosophy of magic tests not only the understanding ability of wizards, but also the wizards.
their acceptance level.
"... Of course, during the follow-up research by the wizards, they discovered that the 'Sand Time Royal Jelly' brewed by the Mother of Sand Time was a very mild life-extending medicine, so this creature was once again hunted to the brink.
Extinction."
"That's another thing."
This chapter has been completed!