"Follow-up content?" Aining put down the hot water cup and stared at Jia with piercing eyes. "Boy, how long have you been unable to resist the academic style? I'm not looking down on you. If the silver lantern master is so easy to do, what will happen in this world?"
I don’t know how many silver lantern masters there are already! Is there still a need to go around sifting through inheritance disciples?”
He stood up and put his hands behind his back.
"Don't be too arrogant. Practicing the basic skills honestly is better than anything else. This is the most authentic advice from an old man to you."
He sighed.
"I think back then, I was the same way. I didn't have a solid foundation in basic skills, so I wanted to learn and research techniques and create my own totem. My teacher at that time gave me a hard blow. He could draw two symbols in one second. At that time,
That just calmed me down." He looked up at the skylight, seeming to recall his past.
The reason why he accepted Galen, who was always talking about cheating, was because he had a slight resemblance to himself when he was an apprentice before. Coupled with the grace of saving his life, everything fell into place.
Garen looked at Aining who was looking up to the sky and sighing, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Teacher, actually I"
"Actually, you don't need to be too discouraged. Precision cartography itself does not require a master level. That is the high threshold I set for you deliberately. In fact, a master level is enough." Aining interrupted him and said seriously,
"Generally, as long as you have good talent, it is not uncommon to reach the master level in half a year, as long as you work hard enough."
He raised his head and entered the state of memory again.
"I think back then, it took me half a year to reach the master level. At that time, my teacher praised me as a once-in-a-century genius." There was a hint of pride on his face, "So I ask the same for you. After half a year, I will reach the master level."
Within this year, enter the master level, and then I can directly teach you the basic techniques.
"Teacher, actually I" Garen opened his mouth feeling helpless.
"No need to say more!" Aining raised his hand and said seriously, "You just need to answer whether I can! Or I can't! I don't need any excuses! Any reasons! I only look at the results! Before long, you will know how strict I am
people!"
Garen was really speechless. He looked at Aining innocently, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"I"
"Yes! Or not!" Aining interrupted him again.
"." Garen was completely speechless. From beginning to end, he never had a chance to say a complete sentence. "Yes" he answered helplessly.
"Okay! This is my Aining's student." Aining patted Galen on the shoulder with satisfaction. "The master level is not that easy. What you need is a lot of perseverance, perseverance, and persistence. This column alone every year has
Hundreds of thousands of apprentices have been dismissed. With your talent, you should be able to reach this level in about half a year. Don't give up just because there is no progress now."
"Teacher, I have not made any progress"
"Don't be proud. When you reach the final stage, you will encounter the biggest threshold to enter the master level. That is a big threshold that only talented people will encounter, which is how to break through the second speed! But I have also heard that talents are more
There is no threshold for high-level people to enter the master level, and even reaching the master level is only a matter of time. Such geniuses are really enviable."
"Second speed is the biggest obstacle to entering the master level. I went through hardships, spent countless efforts, and received many exchanges with my fellow silver lantern masters before I entered the master level of precision drafting. The difficulties and obstacles involved, you
It's unimaginable that even a genius like me needs to hone himself like that." He shook his head again, his eyes were filled with sadness, and he entered the state of reminiscence.
Garen felt that his balls were extremely painful. When this teacher was injured, he had been recuperating every day, but he didn't notice it. Now that they meet again, his true colors are revealed. He looked at Aining who had entered the memory mode and whispered unbearably.
"Teacher, actually, I am already a master."
Aining came to his senses.
"This is your shortcoming. When will you learn to be more honest when you lie and brag? The respect of others is not gained by bragging, but by your true achievements and strength."
Swish! Swish!
Within one second, Garen made three different gestures with the ten fingers of his hands instantly, with incomparable precision, without a trace of tremor or instability.
Then there was complete silence.
It was completely cold. The two looked at each other, and neither one knew what to say.
Aining's raised hand was hanging in the air and could not be lowered. His mouth was half opened but he had not finished speaking completely.
Garen swallowed his saliva and looked at the teacher's dull eyes. The complex emotions contained in them were difficult to calculate even with the most precise mathematical formulas.
Snap!
Aining slapped his hand on his forehead.
"Um, no, I guess I slept too late last night and couldn't wake up from sleep. I have to go back and catch up on my sleep." Aining covered his head and turned around to leave, "Why are you hallucinating so early in the morning? It's really weird."
He murmured and walked quickly up the stairs, completely ignoring Garen who was standing there.
Garen looked at Enin speechlessly and turned around to leave. This guy took him as a hallucination in the morning.!
"teacher!"
He shouted out loud.
Aining's figure going upstairs suddenly froze.
The atmosphere suddenly became infinitely awkward.
After a while, Ening turned around stiffly.
His face was as red as a monkey's butt.
"Have you really reached the master level?" His voice was trembling, as if he couldn't believe this fact at all.
Garen nodded slowly.
Ening took a deep breath
"This world is so unfair!" He lowered his head, and when he thought of how many hardships he had gone through to reach the master level, his heart felt like thousands of grass and mud horses roaring past.
He raised his head and looked at this excessively young face. The last trace of illusion in his heart was broken by the cruel fact.
"I'll go up and down in a while." He waved his hand, and for a moment, he seemed to have aged much, much more.
Amidst the heavy footsteps, Garen watched the teacher slowly go upstairs.
In fact, he didn't expect that this matter would be such a big blow to the teacher. In this world, there have actually been cases of master-level precision drawing in a short period of time. And there were quite a few, so he dared to show it out so directly.
I just hope to get the qualification to learn the art as soon as possible.
But I didn't expect it.
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¨This is a heavy blow to the soul of teacher Ening, who considers himself a genius. It is simply a blow to the head.
Sitting on the sofa on the first floor, Garen didn't know what to do and could only wait quietly.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sky outside began to darken, the sun gradually set, and the sunlight became more and more golden.
The sound of footsteps slowly came from the stairs, and Aining walked down step by step again.
His face regained its calmness, and he slowly walked to the opposite side of Garen and sat down.
"I figured out that there are always some people in this world who can have extraordinary talents in a certain field. But they just start at a higher level than the average person. Those who can really make it to the end require very little talent.
Part of it. More of it is perseverance, perseverance, and the determination to never give up!" He said seriously, "Thanks to you, Shia."
"Call me Garen, teacher. I ran out secretly," Garen quickly replied.
"Okay, let's call you Galleon." Aining nodded. "Your talent, at least in terms of precision cartography, is the only one I've seen in my life. Can you show me again what you did just now?"
Garen nodded.
Raise your hands and easily make more than ten practice gestures.
It only took a few seconds. An average of three per second.
Ai Ning watched quietly. Although his face was calm, his eyes were filled with wonder.
"With such qualifications, your talent in precision cartography is terrifying. It only took you less than two months from the beginning to the present."
Garen nodded.
"Then, can I learn the art from you?"
"Of course." Aining nodded solemnly. "You are tired from traveling today. Let's take a rest here. Tomorrow we will officially start learning the true essence of our silver lantern masters, the techniques!"
"Yes, teacher." Garen nodded.
"Your room is the master bedroom on the first floor. You wash in the water room and eat and drink in the kitchen and dining room. It's no problem."
"No. Teacher, I am not a spoiled young master." Garen said with a smile.
"That's good, I'll go up and rest for a while." Aining nodded, turned and walked towards the stairs.
He stood at the corner of the stairs and heard Garen's footsteps walking towards the master bedroom behind him, and then he took a few steps up to the second floor.
Walking into the study room on the second floor, he locked the door tightly, then walked to a mahogany bookshelf and pulled out a white notebook on the far right.
Sitting at the desk with a notebook, he carefully lit the oil lamp with a match.
He picked up the quill pen, dipped it on the edge of the ink bottle, and then gently wrote a line of words on the open notebook.
—'Maybe it's fate that favors me. I didn't expect that when I'm approaching ninety, I'll meet a student with such a terrifying talent. This is my luck and your luck. Lasiya, I will give my
All the knowledge was passed on to him. Perhaps in my lifetime, there will be hope of integrating my lineage.
Aining thought for a while, then picked up the pen again and started writing at the bottom.
—'Do you still remember the dream you talked about when we were practicing gestures under the vines when we were young? Of the five companions, I am the only one left now. Life is so gorgeous, but time will eventually make us grow old.
Go., writing this, Aining's eyes showed a hint of complexity.
"Lasea¨a what would you do if you were still here?"
He picked up his pen and wrote the last of these two paragraphs.
—To: The person who once brought me happiness.
He closed the notebook and looked out the window at the gradually dimming grassland scenery, without moving for a long time.