"Follow-up content?" Eining put down the hot water cup and stared at Garen with piercing eyes. "Boy, how long has it been since you couldn't help wanting academic styles? It's not that I underestimate you. If silver lamp masters are so easy to do, this world would not know how many silver lamp masters! Still need to screen out inheritance disciples everywhere? "
He stood up, hands behind his back.
"Don't worry too much, practice the basic skills honestly, it's better than anything else. This is an old man's most sincere advice to you."
He sighed.
"I think back then, I was the same. I didn't have a solid foundation, so I wanted to learn and research spells and make my own totem. At that time, my teacher hit me hard. He could draw two symbols in one second. At that time It stopped me." He looked up at the skylight, as if recalling his own past.
At the beginning, he accepted Garen, who was full of trains, because he had a slight resemblance to himself, who was an apprentice before. Coupled with the grace of saving lives, everything will be a matter of course.
Garen looked at Aining who was looking up to the sky and sighing, with a helpless expression on his face.
"Teacher, actually I"
"Actually, you don't need to be too discouraged. Precision drawing itself does not require a master level, that is a high threshold I deliberately set for you. In fact, as long as the master level is enough." Eining interrupted him, and said seriously, " Generally, as long as the talent is good, 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 memory state again.
"I think back then, it took me half a year to enter the mastery level. At that time, my teacher praised me as a once-in-a-century genius." There was a hint of arrogance on his face, "That's why I ask you the same. Within a year, enter the master level, and then I can teach you the basic spells directly."
"Teacher, I'm actually..." Garen opened his mouth a little helplessly.
"No need to say more!" Einin raised his hand and said seriously, "You just need to answer me, yes! Or can't! I don't need any excuses! Any reason! I only look at the results! After a while, you will know what a person I am. Harsh man!"
Garen was speechless. He looked at Einin innocently, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"I"
"Yes! Still can't!" Einin interrupted him again.
"." Garen was completely speechless. From the beginning to the end, he didn't have a chance to say a complete sentence. "Yes" he replied helplessly.
"Okay! This is my Aining student." Aining patted Garen on the shoulder in satisfaction. "The mastery level is not so easy to pass. What you need is a lot of perseverance, perseverance, and persistence. Every year, hundreds of thousands of apprentices are brushed off this column alone. With your talent, you should be able to reach it in about half a year. At this level, don’t want to give up just because there is no progress now.”
"Teacher, I haven't made any progress."
"Don't be proud. When you reach the final stage, you will encounter the biggest threshold to enter the mastery level. That is the threshold that only talented people will encounter. It is how to break through the second speed! But I have also heard that talents are more powerful. For those who are tall, there is no threshold for them to enter the master level, and even the master level is only a matter of time, such a genius is really enviable."
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"Speed per second is the biggest obstacle to entering the master class. I went through hardships, spent countless efforts and energy, and got exchanges with many silver lamp master peers before I entered the master class precision drawing. The difficulties and obstacles in it, you It's impossible to imagine 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 memory.
Garen felt extremely painful. When this teacher was injured before, he spent every day recuperating, but he didn't realize it. Now that he met again, he showed his true colors. He looked at Eining who had entered the memory mode, and said in a low voice unbearably.
"Teacher, I'm already a master."
Einin came back to his senses.
"This is your shortcoming. You are full of lies and bragging. When will you learn to be more honest. The respect of others is not obtained by bragging, but the real achievements and strengths of yourself."
Swish! Swish! !
Within a second, Garen made three different gestures with the ten fingers of both hands, extremely precise, without any trembling or instability.
Then there is complete silence.
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It was completely cold. The two looked at each other, neither of them knew what to say.
Eining's raised hand was hanging in the air and he couldn't put it down. He opened his mouth halfway, but he didn't finish his sentence.
Garen swallowed, looking at the teacher's dull eyeballs, the complex emotions contained in them were difficult to calculate even the most precise mathematical formulas.
Snapped!
Einin patted his forehead with his hand.
"No, I guess I went to bed too late last night and my mind is not awake. I have to go back to catch up on sleep." Eining turned and left, covering his head, "Why did I have hallucinations so early in the morning? It's really weird."
He mumbled and walked up the stairs quickly, ignoring Garen who was standing there.
Garen watched Eining speechlessly, turned around and left. The feeling guy took him for a hallucination in the morning.
"teacher!"
he yelled out.
Einin's figure going upstairs froze suddenly.
The atmosphere suddenly became infinitely awkward.
After a while, Einin turned around stiffly.
His face was as red as a monkey's ass.
"You have really reached the master level?" His voice was trembling, as if he couldn't believe this fact at all.
Garen nodded slowly.
Enin took a deep breath
"This world is so unfair!" He lowered his head, thinking of how many hardships he had gone through before he entered the master class, his heart was like thousands of muddy horses whizzing by.
Raising his head, looking at this too young face, the last illusion in his heart was broken by the cruel fact.
"I'll go up first and then come down later." He waved his hand, and for a moment, he seemed to be much, much older.
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 are quite a few, that's why he dared to show it so directly, hoping to get the qualification to learn the art as soon as possible.
But I didn't expect that this pair of teachers, Ai Ning, who thought they were geniuses, would be a blow to their hearts. It's just a slap in the face.
Sitting on the sofa on the first floor, Garen didn't know what to do, so he could only wait quietly.
I don't know how long it took, the sky outside also began to dim, the sun gradually went down, and the sun became more and more golden red.
Footsteps were heard slowly at the entrance of the stairs, and Einin walked down again step by step.
His face regained his calmness, and he slowly walked across to Gallon and sat down.
"I figured out that in this world, there are always some people who have extraordinary talents in a certain field. But this is just a higher starting point than the average person, and only a small part of talent is needed to really make it to the end. It's more about perseverance, persistence, and the determination to never give up!" He said seriously, "Thanks to you, Xi Ya."
"Call me Garen, teacher. I ran out secretly." Garen quickly replied.
"Alright, let's call you Garen." Einin nodded. "Your talent, at least the talent in precision drawing, is something I have never seen in my life. Can you show me the movement just now?"
Garen nodded.
Raise your hands, and easily make more than a dozen gestures for practice.
It only took a few seconds. An average of three per second.
Ai Ning watched quietly. Although his face was calm, there was a look of amazement rolling in his eyes.
"With such qualifications, Gallon, your talent in precision drawing is too terrifying. It took you less than two months from the beginning to the present."
Garen nodded.
"So, can I follow you to learn spells?"
"Of course." Einin nodded solemnly. "You are tired from the rush today, take a rest here first, and tomorrow we will officially start learning, the real essence of our silver lamp masters, the art!"
"Yes, teacher." Garen nodded.
"Your room is the master bedroom on the first floor. You can wash in the water room, eat and drink in the kitchen and dining room. No problem."
"No. Teacher, I'm not a pampered young master." Garen smiled.
"That's good, I'll go up and rest for a while." Einin nodded, turned and walked towards the stairs.
Standing at the corner of the stairs, he heard Garen's footsteps walking towards the master bedroom behind him, and 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 in hand, he carefully lit the oil lamp with a match.
Picking up the quill, dipped it on the edge of the ink bottle, and then lightly wrote a line in the open notebook.
—"Perhaps it was fate's favor for me. I didn't expect to meet a student with such a terrifying talent when I was approaching ninety years old. This is my luck, and it is your luck too. Lathea, I will impart to him all my knowledge. Maybe in my lifetime, there will still be hope of integrating my lineage'
Eining thought for a while, and picked up the pen again to write below.
—'Do you still remember the dream you said when we were young and practiced hand gestures under the vine? Of the five companions at the beginning, now I am the only one left. Life is so gorgeous, but time will eventually make people grow old. 'Writing here, Einin's eyes showed a trace of complexity.
"What would you do, La Seiya, if you were still here?"
He picked up the pen and wrote at the end of these two paragraphs.
—To: The person who once brought me happiness.
After closing the notebook, he looked at the gradually dimming grassland scenery outside the window, and did not move for a long time.
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(end of this chapter)