Eight hundred and thirtieth chapters weigh ten pounds exercises
"Supreme Mage, I don't understand very well..."
Strange stammered. He knew that his words might offend Russell, but he still had to ask clearly. After all, apprenticeship is a lifelong matter and cannot be taken carelessly.
"What else don't you understand?"
"About the previous Supreme Mage, who was also my teacher, who is that... old man in the portrait?"
"Tell him!"
Russell curled his lips slightly and snorted coldly: "He is just a sweeper who occasionally clears the sewers. You don't need to care who he is."
Strange: "..."
Confirmed, the old man on the wall is Master Gu Yi.
"Well, Supreme Mage, it stands to reason... I'm not questioning anything, I'm just... well, after all, you are the Supreme Mage, and your status is so noble. Isn't it too... too childish to have a cleaner alongside you?"
"Why, you look down on the cleaner?"
"No, that's not what I meant."
Snap!
Russell reached out and slapped the coffee table, which made Strange tremble and said plausibly: "Pay attention to your tone, Strange, you are starting to be arrogant again and lack any respect for the outside world."
"I don't……"
Strange felt extremely wronged. He just wanted to know what his teacher looked like. Is this wrong?
"No, you do!"
"Supreme Mage, I didn't..."
"Um!?"
"Okay, I do. It's my fault that I lack a sense of awe."
"It's good to know. It's not too late to change now."
Russell raised his hand and pointed at the portrait: "You see clearly, the one on the wall is not an ordinary cleaner. In the entire Kamal Taj, he sweeps the floor the cleanest and clears the toilet the most diligently!"
That’s really awesome!
Strange was speechless. Russell had acted like a master just now, but when he turned around, his painting style was distorted into this weird look, as if he had been wronged.
Is it because of the side effects of magic?
"Listen, Strange, let me emphasize it again. The old man in the portrait has spent his whole life sweeping the floor and cleaning the toilets for Kama Taj. My toilet, especially, is the most diligent."
Russell said and coughed again: "Of course, this is not the point. The point is that the old man has a great reputation in Kama Taj because of his consistent dedication over the years. Everyone who mentions him will give a thumbs up.
Compliment me by saying, 'The floor is really clean.'"
Strange:(￣_,￣)
"Yes, this old man is not a simple man. He is also a big figure who left a legend in Kamal Taj. Because he sweeps the floor the best and clears the toilet the fastest, he is called the Supreme Cleaner!"
Strange:(￣_,￣)
"What, you don't believe it?"
Seeing Strange's dead face, Russell was furious: "What do you mean by that expression? Do you think your toilet can be cleared better than his?"
"No, I really don't. I just want to find a teacher and learn magic quietly."
"Humph, I'm sorry you don't dare either."
Russell waved his hand, took out the digital camera, found the photo of the 'Ancient Master' whose face was stepped on, and said: "Having said so much, hurry up and become a disciple!"
"Well……"
"What happened again?"
"Don't you need to apprentice in person?"
Strange swallowed: "Isn't it too disrespectful to become my disciple in front of a photo?"
"No need, the previous Supreme Mage is dead."
"..."
When Strange heard the news of Ancient One's death, he swallowed hard, and when he looked at the almost dead 'Mage Ancient One' in the photo, he felt that there was a gust of cold air from the soles of his feet to the sky.
Kama Taj is too dangerous, is it too late to leave now?
"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and become a disciple!" Russell urged.
Strange wiped the cold sweat from his head: "Uh, Supreme Mage, I...can I worship the one on the portrait?"
"Don't think about it, the one in the portrait is dead too."
"Hehehe..."
Strange smiled awkwardly and pursed his dry lips: "It doesn't matter whether he dies or not, I just want to be his disciple."
"Strange, are you sure?"
Russell put away his digital camera and put on an extremely serious face: "You have to know that in the eyes of us Orientals, a teacher once is a father forever. This kind of teacher is not like the one in school who will correct your homework and give you an A
teacher."
Facing Russell, who suddenly became serious, Strange nodded solemnly.
"Very good, go over, kneel down and kowtow three times, and then offer this cup of tea..."
"I see."
Strange nodded, took a deep breath and did everything Russell asked. His movements were not standardized, but his attitude was respectful enough.
Holding a cup of tea in both hands, Strange lowered his head and waited for a long time. It wasn't until his arms became sore that he heard Russell shout to stop.
He looked down and saw that the tea cup was empty, and the tea inside had disappeared at some point.
"Supreme Mage, the tea...the tea is gone!?"
Strange looked horrified and looked up at Ancient One in the portrait, only to feel that the smile on his face became even deeper.
"Don't look at it, it's what he drank."
Russell said this, raised his hand, took three incense sticks, lit them, and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the portrait.
There is no other meaning, it is purely to express my heartfelt respect for Gu Yi.
"But, Supreme Mage, this cup of tea... didn't you say that my teacher has passed away?" Strange's face turned a little pale, and he frightened himself.
"Strange, this is magic."
Russell explained: "When your magical attainments become more and more profound, you will know that the universe is not only composed of matter, but also thinking. It not only constitutes the universe, but also creates the universe."
"And we magicians are also using our minds to communicate with the world. We extract material energy and use it in a more efficient way."
Strange seemed to understand but as a layman, he knew that Russell was telling a very important truth, so he tried to keep it in mind.
"As for the Ancient Master, he is indeed dead, but his mind has not been destroyed and has always existed in the universe..."
Russell smiled and looked at Strange: "It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out. You can understand that he skipped work and went on a trip."
Strange was speechless, his mouth was faster than your brain, and he said bluntly: "So, this is the real Ancient One Master, right?"
After saying that, Strange regretted it and looked at Russell, not daring to say anything more.
Russell's face was stern: "Strange, you are starting to look at the world with narrow eyes again!"
I really don’t!
Strange screamed in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.
"Listen, the universe is infinite. The universe you and I live in is just one of them. We are all different in each universe."
Russell said: "The Ancient One Master in other universes not only has white beards, but also has the image of a female bald head. So, I'm not lying to you, both of them are Ancient One Masters."
"..."
Strange winked. Although what Russell said made sense, he was no longer a child and knew that there must be something fishy in it.
"Okay, if you really can't figure it out, just think of this apprenticeship as a test!"
"Supreme Mage, have I passed the test?"
Strange said anxiously. Logically speaking, he should have passed, but who made Russell the Supreme Mage? He had no say.
"Passed, Master Ancient One is very satisfied with your performance. From now on, you will stay in Kama Taj and study magic. If you don't understand anything, you can ask the king and he will help you answer your questions."
"I see."
When Strange heard this, he didn't ask why it wasn't Russell who taught him. He was a novice in magic and didn't need to bother with the Supreme Mage.
"The palace of magic is very big. Even I have just started, and you..."
Russell glanced at Strange: "Beginner among beginners, for the next period of time, you don't have to do anything. Just keep reading to enrich your knowledge."
"As I said before, we mages use our minds to communicate with the world. In addition to magic power, you also need knowledge. Otherwise, you can't even understand basic spells, let alone cast them."
"When you have passed the beginner stage, accumulated a certain amount of knowledge, and can understand the spells, you can..."
"That's it for magic, right?"
Strange is eager to try. As an academic with a doctorate, the thing he is not afraid of most is reading.
I think you want to eat shit!
Russell rolled his eyes at Strange: "Stop thinking nonsense. After you have learned the theoretical knowledge, it's time for you to take the exam."
"take an exam!?"
Strange's eyes widened. Is magic so down-to-earth?
"Tihai tactics win by quantity. This is a process of gradually accumulating experience. This is how I came here..."
Russell's face was not red and he was out of breath, and he opened his mouth to tell lies: "After all, magic is complex and complicated, and the dimensional forces involved are so confusing that it can make people crazy. Without sufficient preliminary preparation, rashly casting spells will only harm others and yourself."
"You have to think more and summarize more in the sea of questions, so that you can effectively consolidate knowledge points, broaden your thinking and open your horizons, and practice makes perfect in mastering every spell."
"Gudu!"
Strange swallowed, feeling that the future would be a painful time that would never see the light of day.
"Read with peace of mind. I will ask Wang to compile a special copy for you about Ti Hai."
Russell held his chin with his hand: "You are a disciple of Master Gu Yi, and your practice level must not be compared with others, otherwise Master Gu Yi will be disgraced. Let me think about it..."
"Well, take it step by step. Don't take too big a step. If it's your first time, let's do the ten-pound exercise first!"