Shen Yanxiao only had five days to learn enchantment. During these five days, Liang Qiu spent all his time teaching Shen Yanxiao.
Elder Yue and the others also had a tacit understanding and did not disturb Shen Yanxiao's study.
Shen Yanxiao had certain misunderstandings about enchantment before. What she learned before about enchantment was that for humans, writing inscriptions would consume a lot of magic.
But now that she is an elf, the situation is completely different.
Humans rely on magic to write inscriptions, while elves rely on the source of life.
The capacity of the source of life is much larger than that of magic, and its consumption is much smaller.
Enchanting was invented by elves. Although humans can also learn to use it, they are far less skillful than elves.
The first thing Liang Qiu taught Shen Yanxiao was how to infuse the power of the source of life into the inscription.
This is an idea that controls the source of life, pours it into the quill, and writes down it carefully with the magic potion.
The weight of the stroke is related to the accuracy of the magic words, and this accuracy is not controlled by the strength of the hand, but by the amount of input from the source of life.
Turn the huge source of life into a thin line of power, and slowly soak it into the quill pen, making the words lighter when it is lighter, and dyeing the ink when it is heavier.
This is really a matter of carefulness and patience.
Anyway, Shen Yanxiao spent the entire first day and failed to write any complete magic words.
It did waste a lot of magic potions.
Shen Yanxiao's heart was bleeding when he saw that the magic potion that was so hard to find in the Bright Continent was squandered by him.
Liang Qiu looked at Shen Yanxiao's tearless expression and was very confused.
"What's wrong? But you're tired? Why don't you take a rest?" Shen Yanxiao's diligent look made Liang Qiu feel distressed. Except for meal time, she sat at the desk all day long, writing over and over again, and her wrists were numb. I'm stiff and won't relax.
Shen Yanxiao pursed her lips, looked at Liang Qiu, and said bitterly: "Grandpa Liang Qiu, I wasted a lot of magic potions."
When Liang Qiu heard this, he laughed out loud.
"What do I think it is? Isn't it just a magic potion? A waste is a waste. It's not a good thing. Don't talk about you. Even I sometimes fail in writing. Waste is inevitable." She looked at her. He looked so pitiful that he thought something had happened.
The emotional little guy is feeling sorry for the magic potion!
It’s really the nature of a child.
"This potion is very expensive." Shen Yanxiao looked at the scrolls stacked aside that she had written on, and she really wanted to take off all the ink on them.
Liang Qiu smiled and said: "It's not expensive."
"Really? Don't lie to me..." Shen Yanxiao didn't quite believe that the magic potion that could not even be seen in the Bright Continent would be cheap.
Liang Qiu said: "Why are you lying to me? This potion costs no money. You can just pick any fruit from the magic gold tree planted in our backyard."
"Ah?" Shen Yanxiao was a little dumbfounded.
Liang Qiu saw Shen Yanxiao looking like a curious baby, so he explained patiently: "This magic potion is made by squeezing the juice from the fruit of the Magic Gold Tree, and then blending it with the sap of the Magic Gold Tree. Where can I get it?" Spend money? Don’t worry, the magic gold tree is not a rare plant. You can find a large one in any forest. It costs money. It’s just a waste of time. Otherwise, the enchanter will die of poverty. ?”