"Xiao Fan, I called you here today to discuss something with you." The patriarch sat at the head and said kindly.
"Uncle patriarch, you don't have to be so polite, just tell me if there is anything you want me to do."
"Then I'll just say it straight." The patriarch smiled and said, "It's like this. Not long ago, there was news from Wangcheng that a magic master competition would be held in the palace. Participate. Originally, the person I decided was Moze, since you are back, I will ask if you want to go together."
"It's not that you are required to go, the patriarch uncle just came to ask you if you want to go. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't go, Moze is enough. What do you think, Xiaofan?"
The Wangcheng Grand Competition that the patriarch said played a very important role in the plot. This was Moser's first step towards fame outside of town, the first turning point in his life.
Mo Fan said without hesitation, "I'll go."
The smile on the patriarch's face deepened, "Okay, I'll ask someone to arrange it then."
"I'm not too worried about Mo Ze's strength, but it seems a bit petty to make a deal with an outstanding illusionist in the fantasy world. Since you are willing to go together, I am really relieved to have you here."
This will be the first step for the Mo family to become famous.
"Thank you, Uncle Patriarch, for your appreciation."
"You are his disciple, if I don't trust you, who else can I trust?" the patriarch reassured.
Mo Fan showed a shy smile.
Outside the house, Mo Ze, who happened to be looking for the patriarch, heard the conversation inside the house, and his face twisted for a moment. He stood outside the door for a while with gloomy eyes, and left quietly.
Originally, he wanted to discuss Wangcheng Huandou's arrangement with the patriarch. And now it seems that he was completely unnecessary. The idea in the patriarch's heart is much shrewder than his.
"Why?! I have been in business for many years, so I can't compare to the name of a disciple?" Back in the house, Moze yelled in his head irritably.
This is that person's disciple, of course you can't compare. The old man thought so, but comforted Moze, "Calm down, as long as you can beat him, nothing will be a problem."
But the problem is that he knows very well that he is no match for the other party. Moser was getting more and more bored.
The main reason why the old man would help Moze was that Moze's blood dripped on the phantom stone. And the connection he established with Huanshi made him, like Huanshi, recognize him as the master.
At first, the old man admired Moser.
Mo Ze is just a bastard, but he has a heart of perseverance. But as time went on, the old man found that once Mo Ze encountered Mo Fan, all his calmness and rationality disappeared.
Moze has the power of luck, and Mo Fan's existence is like a luck absorber, absorbing the luck of Moze bit by bit.
Under the ebb and flow, Moze became more and more unbearable.
This is a secret, the old man did not dare to speak out to Mo Ze, but secretly reminded the other party to be careful and not to make too much publicity.
However, the smooth sailing of life made Moze's heart too easily affected, not strong enough to persevere. If this cannot be changed, the opponent will never be able to become a truly powerful magician.
The old man can say unceremoniously that using the method he taught to practice illusion, as long as the person is not a fool who really doesn't know anything, it is enough to achieve considerable achievements in the illusion world.
In the eyes of the old man, Moser's progress is just average. This kind of progress relies more on the cultivation methods that have long been lost in the illusion world.
Even another ordinary person who has never practiced illusion, using the method taught by the old man and practicing like Moze, can achieve Moze's current achievements.
Seeing Moze's jealous look, the old man sighed in his heart.
Sure enough, there are still too few setbacks.
In the plot, Moze in this time period is not much better than now. But there is no Mo Fan in the plot, who is enough to surpass him, so Mo Ze's shortcomings are modified a little bit as he grows up, and finally becomes a physically and mentally strong illusionist.
But now, the existence of Mo Fan magnified and highlighted Mo Ze's flaws.
After about a quarter of an hour, a servant outside the door invited Mo Ze to see the patriarch, saying that the patriarch had something to tell him. Mo Ze took a deep breath, restrained his expression, got up and opened the door, and walked towards the patriarch's study.
In addition to illusion masters, there is also a profession called "martial arts masters" in this world.
Illusionist illusions come from the power of thought in the brain, while martial artists rely on physical strength, a substance called "Qi".
With the loss of illusion, the decline of illusion masters, and the rise of martial arts, the status of martial arts masters in the mainland is getting higher and higher, and they look down on illusion masters even more.
But this time, the competition in Wangcheng, apart from fantasy fighting, also has martial arts, both of which are carried out together. In other words, Wangcheng held two competitions at the same time.
Although the purpose of holding the Grand Competition in Wangcheng is unknown, it is undeniable that this is a grand event for the entire continent.
Since the decline of illusion, for hundreds of years, the level of sparring has dropped suddenly. Wangcheng also gradually lengthened the time interval between competitions, and later completely abolished this system.
The management of the illusion world is loose, and the illusion seems to lose its meaning with the cancellation of the competition, which wears down the enterprising spirit of the illusion master.
The belief in becoming stronger is not innate, and a greater part comes from external stimuli. Originally relying on competitions, or gaining fame, or learning skills from teachers, but now they can only get a flashy reward, and they don't know where to go.
It's not that I don't love enough, but that this love is too lonely. And long-term loneliness is not something that human beings who are gregarious creatures can tolerate. As a result, the number of illusion practitioners decreased exponentially.
The superposition of the two phases, the decline of the fantasy world is only a matter of time.
Why the illusion fell, this is not important anymore. What's important is that the role of illusions today is negligible.
Removed because it is not needed. It's that simple.
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Wangcheng is located thousands of miles away from the town, and the position of the Mo clan already belongs to the northern fringe. The distance from Xuefeng, the place in the extreme north, is only a mountain forest, a piece of grassland. From this aspect, we can also see the status of illusion on the mainland.
As the first large-scale competition held in hundreds of years, both illusionists and martial artists attach great importance to it. Not only the youngsters who participated in the competition, as long as conditions permit, the youngsters in the clan will go together to increase their knowledge. The leader of the team is also an elder in the clan who has great decision-making power.
The transportation of Mo Fan and his party is a horse-drawn carriage, so the speed is not fast. However, they had enough time to stop and go along the way, and when they arrived at Wangcheng, there were still three days before the competition officially started.
The steps to participate in the big competition are very simple. As long as you have the identification documents and meet the registration criteria, you can register. As for the so-called registration criteria, there is only one restriction on age.
Due to the lack of communication in the Illusory World for nearly a hundred years, the king of Wangcheng doesn't know much about the Illusionist. Therefore, the competition first adopts the audition mode to select 100 outstanding winners, and then enters the official competition.
The audition site is located in an open place outside the royal city, and there is a temporary competition platform built on it, which can hold dozens of groups of contestants at the same time. There are so many people participating in the competition, if it is divided into several groups, it may not be over for a few months.
Even so, it took half a month for the audition to officially end, and this was still the case from early to late. From this, it is enough to prove how huge the crowd participating in the competition is.
But this doesn't mean that there are a lot of magicians in the mainland, it's just that the registration requirements are too broad, and even some street people who can only juggle with their hands have poured into Wangcheng one after another. ~ Ann
Wangcheng covers an area of hundreds of miles, but it can't accommodate most of the human beings in the mainland. During the audition, everyone slept in temporary tents. Only after passing the audition will relevant persons be allowed to enter the royal city.
The Mo Clan's trip was led by the patriarch himself, along with Mo Fan's parents.
Entering the royal city, the prosperous scene different from the small town jumped into view. A group of half-grown teenagers were so excited that they couldn't bear to roll their eyes. After a few steps, he fell behind the team by a distance.
"You bastards, there will be time for you to play later, first confirm the place to live for me." Seeing this, the patriarch scolded with a smile.
"okay."
Thinking of being able to play in the bustling city in the future, even if the boy lingers on the colorful streets, he can't help but quicken his pace.
Although Mo Fan was also looking around, he didn't stop walking, his face was calm, and the patriarch kept nodding his head.
There are five members of the Mo clan entering the Dabi, besides Mo Fan, there are Mo Ze and the children of the other three elders, two boys and one girl. It has to be said that Mo Ze's ability to come to this point as a partial bastard can be regarded as a counterattack in life.
Moser himself is not satisfied with this, his goal is the top three in the competition.
Mo Fan's strength is obvious to all, the younger generation in the clan would urge each other to compete with Mo Ze from time to time, but Mo Fan always refused.
Obviously it was the opponent's initiative to give in, but Mo Ze always felt that Mo Fan disdain to compete with him.
Not to mention the clan members of the same generation who were "wrapped" by Mo Fan, even the elders, the eyes on Mo Ze were also reduced by half.
This time, he must let the tribe know who is the leader of the younger generation in the tribe.
The hustle and bustle on the street could not attract Mo Ze's attention, his mind was all on how to defeat Mo Fan.
The patriarch inadvertently glanced back at Mo Ze, who walked at the end with a low eyebrow, and the anticipation in his heart went down a bit.
After packing their luggage, and after being instructed by their elders carefully, the teenagers went downstairs together and were about to head for the street.
Mo Fan was not interested in the streets of Wangcheng, and Mo Ze was not interested, so the two stayed in the room by coincidence.
As a result, after a while, there was a loud quarrel in the hall downstairs. Hearing the sound, Mo Fan got up and went out, and met Mo Ze who opened the door following the sound.
Mo Fan smiled at the other party, and Mo Ze nodded perfunctorily as a greeting.
In the middle of the hall, the two parties confronted each other, and for some reason they quarreled and couldn't stop arguing.
When Mo Fan walked down the stairs, he heard the leader of the other party say, "Illusionist? It's just a small juggling thing. How dare you call it 'Master'? I'm ashamed for you!"
The teenagers behind the man laughed loudly, with ridicule in their eyes.
The patriarch blushed with anger, as if he had never seen such a rude person, stared at him, and couldn't say anything provocative or malicious.
Looking at the opponent's body shape, Mo Fan knew that the group of people must be martial artists.
Martial masters despise illusion masters very strongly, and most of them are hot-tempered and rude. Mo Fan knows how conflicts arise without asking.
"Grandpa patriarch, why bother with this kind of person." Mo Fan walked to the patriarch and comforted him softly.
The big man raised his voice and said angrily, "What do you mean by 'this kind of person'? Can you, a yellow-haired kid, speak? If not, let me teach you, uncle!"
The big man's eyes were fierce, he was tall and burly, his tone was fierce, and he looked quite attractive. In fact, he used this trick to scare away many young people with little experience.
However, Mo Fan just glanced at him indifferently, and said, "Since you look down on our magicians, how about a competition?"
Before the big man could speak, the young man behind the big man laughed first, "Hahaha, he said he wanted to compare with us? Did I hear you right? I laughed so hard. How can you compare with us with your thin arms and legs? With your fancy amuse-knacks?"
The rest of the teenagers laughed in agreement.