Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Chapter 62

"The gentleman says: You can't stop learning."

In a simple and elegant school.

Xiaobai was listening to Master's lecture. He didn't know why he was listening, just like he didn't know why he called Xiaobai.

But there was always a voice in his heart, always telling him that this was his name.

"Encouraging Learning" is the early reading chapter in their school, but for children like them who have just entered school, "Encouraging Learning" is their first lesson.

The school is the only school in the town, and the master is the only master in the town. Rumor has it that people who come from this school know everything and know everything.

Xiaobai's grandfather spent a lot of money to let him enter this school.

Therefore, Xiaobai listened very carefully to every word of Master. He learned Confucianism, Taoism, and various Buddhist knowledge from the Master.

Then he was taken by his master to cut firewood, plant trees, and plant rice seedlings. Swim in the spring and fish in the summer. To calculate some trivial things, to explore some flowers, grass, leaves and branches.

Not every student is willing to do these things. They often say that they are here to learn the basics of magic, not to waste their time.

Xiaobai doesn't know what magic is. His grandfather never lets him go out. School is the second longest place in his life. But the master didn't let them leave the school, so he didn't know what was going on outside.

He only knew that the master would not pay attention to what the student said. He would use the stick in his hand to let them learn. If they did not learn, they would not be given food.

Xiaobai didn't understand. Since they didn't want to, why didn't they leave here?

But he soon put these things behind him, because today the Master told him that he had learned all the common knowledge that the Master knew, and he could rest today.

And tomorrow, the Master will teach him some important knowledge.

The next day, he was taught alone by his master. Only then did he realize that the knowledge the Master was talking about was what the students said was related to magicians.

Xiaobai seemed to understand the master's explanation of each system, from fire to ice, from white to black, from ancient times to the present.

On this day, he came to the Master as promised and waited for the Master's teachings. However, the Master began to talk about "Encouraging Learning", which Xiaobai had learned before, and he still remembered it deeply.

He didn't understand why the Master was talking about this, so he listened silently.

A year later, the master taught him again what he had learned before, and the noisy students in the school became quiet and obedient, never questioning the master.

Xiaobai would not question it, he thought it was reviewing the past and learning the new.

Another year, he is 16 and can awaken magic. He has learned the master's knowledge more than three times. But when he explained to the Master that he wanted to awaken.

The master ignored him, and just assumed a teaching posture and began to talk about "Encouraging Learning"

Xiaobai was a little confused, and he questioned the master for the first time.

"Master, I have learned all this!"

The master didn't answer, just picked up the stick and hit him, which hurt a little.

He was a little angry and didn't understand where he was wrong. So I listened to the class silently.

Xiaobai now discovered that there were many things wrong with the school. Students like them were not allowed to go out, and food was specially delivered.

The master began to repeat his teachings to more and more people. If they didn't listen, he would be beaten or starved. However, those students endured it more respectfully than he did. It was obvious that they were the strongest group of protestors before.

Today for some reason he didn't go back to study after class as usual.

Instead, he wandered around to other schools. Xiaobai saw many very old people in this school. Those people should have been adults, and some were even middle-aged.

When he caught a glimpse of one of them, his eyes suddenly widened. That person looked like the outstanding graduates that his grandfather showed him when he came to the school.

Xiaobai hurried back to his house, feeling frightened for the first time in the environment he had lived around for seven or eight years.

He gradually closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt a strange power in his haziness. As soon as this power appeared, he woke up.

Xiaobai looked towards his spiritual world, and there was a patch of stars there. He used the knowledge taught by the Master to judge that it was the spiritual system.

He was very happy and noticed something was wrong in the school. He hid the matter in his heart, and then listened to the master's repeated teachings over and over on the surface, while secretly practicing day and night.

As his cultivation level improved, Xiaobai discovered that except himself, all the students in the school were enveloped by a strange spiritual power.

Xiaobai had his own guess about this.

Ten years later, looking at a brilliant river of starlight in the spiritual world, Xiaobai interrupted the Master's lecture, which seemed to have never aged.

"Master, you have taught us this many times, why do you still teach us this?"

The master looked at the student with a magical aura all over his body, a little surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a twisted smile appeared on his face.

"You are students, and you cannot do without the Master's teachings. If the Master teaches you, just listen."

Xiao Bai felt a little ridiculous. He had long noticed that Master's cultivation was no longer as good as his, but now he attacked and controlled Master instantly.

"It's actually like this!" Xiaobai felt even more ridiculous after reading Master's memory.

This man was indeed a teacher. He liked the feeling of teaching people very much, so he came to this town and built a school. But the students in the school will eventually graduate, so he used his mental power to control all the students and let them stay in the school and listen to his lectures.

In order to ensure that the school does not attract attention, he often uses psychic magic to change people in the town's understanding of the school.

Xiaobai remained silent, he imprisoned the Master, and used his psychic system to cure everyone whose minds had been distorted by the Master.

In the end, he took over the school. He used too much energy and energy, and knew that he didn't have much time left, so he wanted to bury his mad master, but found that he wanted to maintain his majestic appearance. His life has been overdrawn a long time ago and he has died.

So Xiaobai found a place to bury him, and then personally trained a student, and finally passed away happily.

"Is this your life?" Bai Mo's mind wandered, and he asked doubtfully as he looked at the wisp of soul that appeared after the world was shattered.

He was conscious of this illusion from the beginning, but it was the sudden request of the soul that made him immerse himself in it.

The vague soul looked at him and said: "No, this is my teacher's life. My original intention of making this scroll is just to let people remember my teacher. Even if you are not awake in the illusion, the three After the world ends, you will still wake up."

Bai Mo couldn't deny it and asked again: "You promised me before that after the end of this world, you would tell me the news about converging the talents of psychic victims."

"I will give you the answer now. I will give you the last bit of pure spiritual power. Don't worry, it will not have any impact."

After the soul shadow finished speaking, it turned into a burst of crystal light and fell on Bai Mo's mind.

Bai Mo didn't feel anything strange, and the wind of spiritual protection didn't dissipate. It was still blowing, but the words "spiritual totem" appeared in his mind. He glanced at the sea of ​​his soul, which was transparent and clear.

His eyes moved and slowly opened. Two swords of thought caused by the excessive increase in mental power flew out of his eyes. Bai Mo closed his eyes. Three dazzling nebulae shone in the spiritual world. But how did the wind element become harmonious with space? It’s as big as the department!

There seemed to be someone beside him, but he did not get up in a hurry. Instead, he picked up his hand and put it in front of his eyes to look at it.

"Don't look, you've really woken up. If you don't wake up, my sister will die of panic."

Lingling's voice came from the side. Bai Mo sat up and looked at Lingling's weird appearance, slightly dazzled.

He opened his mouth and felt a dryness in his throat.

"What do you want to say? There is water on the table next to you."

Bai Mo cast his gaze on the table, and sure enough, there was a pot of water on it. He got out of bed, poured himself a glass of water, moistened his throat, and then asked:

"How long have I been in a coma?"

"A little over four months."

"Oh" Bai Mo nodded. No wonder the wind system has reached the intermediate level two. Seeing the familiar layout of the room, he wondered: "Am I still in Bo City?"

"Yes! My sister Leng Qing wants to continue the investigation, but she won't let me participate. Nothing has been found out yet. I just sent her a message saying that you are awake."

Lingling responded, raised her eyes and looked at him, "Are you feeling sick?"

"I feel like my mental strength has become stronger!"

"Oh, grandpa said that if you can wake up from that mental illusion on your own, it will be of great benefit. I think this is it."

"But I don't feel like I'm in the middle realm." Bai Mo was confused.

Lingling stood up, took the computer to the power supply and plugged it in, "How can it be so easy to break through the spiritual realm? You now have the accumulation to be able to hit the fourth realm. But the real bottleneck has not been broken. I need you to take the initiative.”

After speaking, Lingling glanced at the two small holes on the ceiling and said, "You'd better sort out your mental power recently."

"Is that so?" Bai Mo scratched his head and looked at the ceiling, then at his sleeping clothes, and then at Lingling, asking with a subtle expression.

"Who did my clothes and hygiene?"

"Housekeeping nanny." Lingling rolled her eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

"Didn't Sister Leng Qing change it for me?" Bai Mo looked pityful.

At this time, a person suddenly appeared by the window, and her voice was flat.

"I don't have time to babysit for you every day."

Bai Mo turned around and saw that Leng Qing had returned without knowing when. She was standing by the window, the sunlight scattered on her hair, dyeing it golden. The halo of light shone on her face, making her cold face look a little gentler.

"Sister Leng Qing, long time no see."

Bai Mo took two steps forward, about to hug Leng Qing and give him a hug after a long separation. He originally thought that Leng Qing would avoid him or directly hold him down in front of him.

But he didn't expect Leng Qing to do anything, which made him stunned for a moment, and then Bai Mo showed a brighter smile and hugged him.

"Welcome back." Leng Qing said softly, and after two seconds, pushed the man away. Glancing at Lingling, Lingling was looking at the computer seriously, not caring about what they were doing.

"I haven't been active for a long time, Lingling. Why don't we go out for a walk? Sister Leng Qing, you have a good rest. If you can't find out, forget it." Bai Mo looked at Leng Qing's tired face and said.

"Pay attention to safety." Leng Qing confessed and walked into another room.

Although Lingling doesn't have to go to school in the past few months, she has no tasks to do and no fun things to do, which makes her very boring. Hearing this, he immediately said:

"Today, the adopted son of the patriarch of the Mu family in Bo City and a guy named Mo Fan are going to have a magic duel. Many people are going. Why don't we go and have a look before it starts?"

(End of this chapter)