Vol 5 Chapter 82: Mr.'s second lesson

"Sir, how is Jelena's situation? When can I visit her?"
"When she is ready."
"get ready?"
"I can say very responsibly that the reasons that make us want to live in this world are not only oxygen, love and hope, but also some more important elements. For example, waiting."
"Waiting is a virtue and a way to make love and hope become more mellow under the brewing of time. You are only eighteen years old..."
"Nineteen, sir." The young public student had to interrupt quietly, "I'm nineteen years old."
"Almost," the husband waved his hand, not paying attention to the details: "For me, I am a child at eighteen or eighty. It makes no difference."
The husband can always say something that Zheng Qing cannot refute.
"...You are all still young, and the days to come will be long. There is a colorful world waiting for you to visit. You can become great wizards, dating at the end of time... It just takes a little, patience and waiting."
These are two points, Zheng Qing muttered in his heart, and at the same time thought of melancholy—well, dating at the end of time sounds very difficult. Is this another way of describing love when you die?
While talking, the two have been walking forward in the thick fog.
Zheng Qing didn't know where his husband was going to take him, and he didn't object to spending more time with him. But he doesn't like being too quiet when walking. That would make him feel embarrassed in the air.
Because when we met last week, the young wizard had already reported to her husband what happened recently. So this time we met, it was difficult for him to talk like 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 this week's spell class, Professor Yao taught us some concepts about Yuanchen's guardian spell... The professor said that the role of that spell is to create a 'Road mark'?"
"Yes," the husband replied briefly.
But this is not the answer Zheng Qing wanted.
"In other words, that spell has no effect on me, right?" The young public-funded student analyzed: "You said before that because of the forbidden spell, my path to magic already has a very clear roadbed. You can walk far, far away by walking along the planned
road
..."
The husband turned his head and glanced at him.
"Magic learning is a gradual process." He replied: "Any bit of knowledge accumulation is very important. It is like a pauper who suddenly inherits a large amount of gold. If he does not learn the methods of maintaining and increasing the value of gold, If you don’t learn how to use it sparingly, the gold will eventually disappear from him like running water."
"You don't want to explode on the spot every time you use Forbidden Charm, right."
Zheng Qing shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to."
"So," Mr. nodded: "The role of Yuanchen Guardian Charm is to let you construct your own magic methodology and improve your magical world view. You must master it proficiently."
"Will my real body be two villains?" Zheng Qing finally couldn't help but ask a question that had troubled him for a long time.
He clearly remembered that after he released Yuanchen's guardian curse, two little people were revealed: one was wearing a white long dress and a high crown with horns, with his hands in his sleeves, a book and a pen appeared in front of him; The other was wearing a black short coat, a horse face mask, a black chain around his neck, and a knife in his hand.
The husband pressed his hand on the boy's shoulder with a little bit of strength, almost pressing him to the ground.
"The biggest problem for many people is to think too much and do too little." Mr. sighed slightly: "What is the real body? What is the essence of the real body? How to condense the real 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 under your feet. You can occasionally look up at the sky, but more attention should be paid to the road under your feet. Don’t be like Thales in Ionian, who only looks at the stars while walking but falls into the pit. in."
"But don't feel uneasy. I really like the way you ask questions."
"This fits perfectly with the content of our class today."
Zheng Qing did not speak, but continued to listen quietly, but could not help but recall the content of the last class in his mind. In the last class, the husband took him to observe two cases, destroying two small hopes, and then told him that there is no need to worry about the destruction of those two small hopes.
Because the benevolent is not worried.
As long as you are doing the right thing, you don’t need to worry about being upset.
The thick fog suddenly dissipated, interrupting the boy's memory. An exquisite octagonal pavilion appeared in front of Zheng Qing, with carved beams and painted ridges, and arches and eaves. There was no figure in the pavilion, but a huge floor mirror was placed, which looked strange.
The husband took Zheng Qing down the steps in front of the pavilion and waited for a few seconds before climbing up.
"What time is it?" Standing in front of the mirror, the husband asked suddenly.
Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took out his silver pocket watch from the gray cloth bag. Open the watch cover, the pointer is pointing at 1:46 PM.
When the boy was about to answer, the pocket watch in his hand suddenly burst into light, and the hour hand in the case turned frantically. Irregularly, he turned forward more than ten times, and then turned back seven or eight times. The minute hand seemed to be suffering from a goat's madness, and it just kept shaking in place.
Zheng Qing has every reason to believe that if it were not bound by the quartz case, the minute hand would definitely jump out of the pocket watch and onto the ground.
The young wizard was dumbfounded~EbookFREE.me~ After looking at the crazy pocket watch for a few seconds, he thought of raising his head and asking Mr. But after he raised his head, he found that his husband was looking outside the pavilion with great interest.
Zheng Qing followed Mr.'s gaze and looked out, and found that just when the pocket watch went crazy, outside the pavilion, the dense fog that was isolated was also rolling violently. It seemed as if there were a dozen dragons fighting in the fog, and like the sea roaring under the storm.
The turbulent mist wave after wave, hitting the pavilion under their feet, but no trace of mist could get in.
"What time is it?" Mr. asked again.
Zheng Qing subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the pocket watch in his hand. The madness of the hour hand seemed to have passed, and the rotation speed became slower and slower. He waited a few more seconds, and the hour hand finally stopped spinning and stopped at eleven o'clock.
And the minute hand is not unique. The moment the hour hand stopped spinning, it finally jumped, jumping from the forty-sixth position to the forty-seventh.
"11:47, night." The boy licked his lips and replied in a hoarse voice.