Baili Xin opened the intermediate magic book. The chanting of intermediate magic was more obscure, but it was not too difficult to analyze as long as the logical relationship was analyzed.
Some people cannot understand the meaning of intermediate magic in their entire lives. It's not because they don't have enough magic power, but because they can't calculate the logic involved, just like many people can never calculate solid geometry, vectors and calculus.
Baili Xin did not rush to recite the spells, but read them through from beginning to end first.
Then he closed the book, walked around the magnificent front hall, passed through a not very long corridor and entered the back hall.
There are not many rooms in the back hall. Although Dijia told him what is in the back hall, there are no clues in front of each room. Baili Xin can only try to open the rooms one by one.
The first room is a reception room.
The room was large, with only a few sofas and a coffee table in the empty room. Floor-to-ceiling windows were embedded in the wall, and the curtains were opened, letting in bright sunlight.
The second room is a dining room.
The dining table was rectangular, but not as long as the ones in the palace. It was about the size of a table for eight people. There were neatly arranged foods on the table, mostly fruits and vegetables, and some roasted beef and mutton.
Baili Xin placed his hand above the meat and felt it. There was still heat coming out, as if it had just been roasted.
Is this also the power of magic
Baili Xin was not hungry yet, so he just took a look and left.
The third room is the study, with huge bookshelves embedded in two walls, filled with a variety of books.
Only this room looks more substantial and has more things in it.
In the middle of the two bookshelves against the wall was a red painted wooden square table. Baili Xin walked to the bookshelf, looked up and began to browse.
Soon he found the book he needed, "General Rules of Magical Language".
After taking down the reference book, Baili Xin walked to the desk, took out a feather and a piece of white paper, and while comparing the two books, he began to write down the calculation method of magic logic on the paper.
He wrote very quickly, and in a short while, he had written three full pages.
Later, when he was tired of writing, Baili Xin simply learned on the spot, using wind magic to control the writing of the feather pen and practice the precision of wind magic.
At first, when the pen hit the paper, either the force was too strong or the direction was wrong, so the handwriting was crooked.
Before long, the quill came to life, with pure white feathers gleaming like a graceful ballerina dancing on tiptoe.
Baili Xin found that these magics were very interesting.
If it is a higher level magic, it must have a larger range to show how powerful it is.
Low-level magic is usually a water ball, a bow and arrow, etc., while intermediate magic can easily cover a dozen or even dozens of square meters.
Area magic.
Gorgeous and dazzling, in exchange for precision.
The focus of magic books has always been on how to make the power greater, but the most basic "aiming", that is, accuracy, has been ignored.
I don’t know if the magician who created the magic forgot this, or if there is some other reason.
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The afternoon sun was shining brightly. The young man supported his chin with one hand and looked out the window. The sunlight came in from outside and shone on his beautiful and handsome face.
The young man's forehead was dyed with a warm light golden color, and his whole body was bathed in the sunlight, as holy as a pure white bird in the sky.
The young man seemed to be idle, waving his other hand casually in the air.
Moving my gaze, I saw a feather pen dancing on the table.
This was the scene he saw when Dijia was teleported to the study.
The young man's fingers were controlling the feather pen to write, and he didn't notice the presence of Dijia. When Dijia raised his foot, his shoe landed on the soft and delicate carpet, and the slight friction sound finally caught the young man's attention.
It was as if a frozen picture was suddenly broken. The young man turned his head, but there was no surprise or fear in his eyes.
He seemed to have anticipated my arrival, or rather, he had long been accustomed to my sudden appearance.
The two of them just stared at each other, Baili Xin sitting in the light and Dijia standing in the shadow.
They were in the same room, but under the sunlight, they seemed to be in two completely different worlds.
For some reason, when Dijia saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sour feeling in his heart.
At this moment, the young man's eyes dotted with golden light were filled with smiles. He opened his mouth and called softly, "Master."
At that moment, thousands of birds flew past my eyes, passing through layers of white clouds and flying towards the blue sky of my dreams.
Dijia was in a trance and heard himself reply softly: "Yes, I'm here."
He shook his head slightly before coming back to consciousness from his fantasy. He walked to the desk with slightly messy steps and looked at the notes that Baili Xin had written as if to conceal something.
This is weird. Why does he look like he is possessed? The young man shouldn’t have cast any magic on him, right
At first I just glanced at her casually, but when I looked at her again I was already stunned by her beauty.
I thought Baili Xin was just controlling the feather pen to scribble on it, but I didn't expect that he was actually writing something on the paper.
He could vaguely see a thin wind rolling up the feather pen, flexibly and accurately as if he was writing.
The ability to control the pen is already top-notch, but what’s even more amazing is what the other person is writing.
He was actually reciting the incantations of intermediate magic.
There were several pieces of paper casually spread out on the table. Diga picked one up at random and looked at it. The logical rules of magic were neatly written on it.
Emperor Ga: “…”
This is simply too clever.
Suddenly I felt that the title of "Master" was not worthy of me.
Dijia chanted wind magic and controlled the quill in his hand. After taking control, he inserted the quill into the ink bottle.
This disciple took him in just on a whim.
I slept for a long time, and when I woke up I suddenly felt like taking in an apprentice, and by some strange coincidence I picked the young man.
When they first met, I just thought the young man was good-looking, and every detail was perfect. Just when I was about to teach him some magic knowledge, the young man brazenly looked at the wrong place.
It's so reckless to treat someone you meet for the first time like this.
I don’t know why, but at that moment, Dijia suddenly felt an indescribable sense of shame and anger.
He just looked at her so generously and freely, without dodging at all.
The other person was just a child, but he was like an even more childish child, retaliating back and watching with great relish.
In the end, he simply handed the magic book to him and assigned him an impossible task.
At that time, I just wanted to see a trace of repentance on the young man's calm and free-spirited face, but it turned out that he was still wrong.
The next day, the other party gave me a big enough surprise.
But now, the surprise has turned into helplessness.
A disciple who is too smart is a burden to the master. What is the point of asking him to teach
Dijia said: "Have you learned the Flood Technique?"
Just say you haven’t learned it, and then I will teach you!
Baili Xin: "Yes."
Dijia paused for two seconds: "What about the Thunderstorm Technique?"
You must not have learned how to combine these two elements!
Baili Xin: "I learned it too."
Dijia's body stiffened slightly: "Where's the small space technique?"
This is even more amazing. To build an independent ecological space, one needs to integrate all seven elements. He must not have learned them.
Baili Xin: "I have learned it all."
Emperor Ga: “…”
Child, why don’t you betray your master
Baili Xin looked at Dijia hesitantly: "Uh, Master, do you want to teach me something?"
Dijia: "... I just want to check your learning ability."
I'm not trying to prove the value of being a "Master".
Baili Xin lazily supported his chin with one hand, and looked up and down at the tall body with smiling eyes, and the words "seeing through but not saying it out loud" were written in his eyes.
Two seconds later, he stood up from the sofa and walked towards Dijia with the sun behind him.
As he moved, the flowing hem of his priestly garments swayed like a circle of small white sea foam.
After a few steps, Baili Xin, who was in the sunlight just now, completely merged into the darkness. He looked up at the tall man with a beast-headed skull, his fingertips faintly falling on the other's cold white bone knuckles, and whispered: "Master, there is a spell I have never learned."
The voice was soft and warm, like a wisp of warm breeze passing through the cracks in his bones, making him itch all over.
Dijia: "What is it?"
Baili Xin: "I have never been able to learn synesthesia, Master, can you teach me?"
Dijia: “Okay.”
Yes, yes, of course! I will teach you, I will definitely teach you!