After a max-level boss mistakenly enters the infinite game

Bai Lixin opened the intermediate magic book. The chanting of intermediate magic is a bit more obscure, but it is not too difficult to analyze only the logical relationships within it.

Some people spend their entire lives unable to understand the meaning of intermediate magic. It’s not that they don’t have enough magic, but that they can’t calculate the logic involved. Just like many people can never calculate solid geometry, vectors and calculus.

Prisin did not rush to recite these mantras, but read them from beginning to end.

Then he closed the book, walked around Huihong's huge front hall, walked through a not-so-long corridor and entered the back hall.

There were not many rooms in the apse. Although Dijia had told him what was in the apse, there were no instructions marked in front of each room. Bailixin could only tentatively open the rooms one by one.

The first room is a reception room.

The room was large, but empty. There were only a few sofas and a coffee table in the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows were embedded in the wall, and the curtains were opened, letting in bright light.

The second room is a dining room.

The dining table is rectangular, but not as long as the palace dining table. It is about the size of a table for eight people. There are neatly placed food on the table, mostly fruits and vegetables, and some roasted beef and mutton.

Bai Lixin put his hand on the meat and felt it. There was heat rising up, as if it had just been roasted.

Is this also a magic quantity?

Baili Xin was not hungry, so she just took one look and left.

The third room is the study room. There are huge bookshelves embedded in two walls. The bookshelves are filled with various books.

This is the only room that looks fuller and has more things to see.

Between the two bookshelves against the wall was a red lacquered wooden square table. Priscilla walked to the bookshelf, raised her head and began to browse.

Soon I found the book I needed, "General Principles of Magical Language".

After taking down the reference book, Bai Lixin walked to the desk, took out a feather and a piece of white paper, and while flipping through the two books, he began to write down the magic logic calculation method on the paper.

The writing speed was very fast, and within a short time, I had written three full pages.

Later, when he got tired of writing, Bai Lixin simply learned to write, using wind magic to control the writing with a quill pen, practicing the precision of wind magic.

At first, when the pen fell on the paper, the stroke was too heavy, the direction was crooked, and the handwriting was crooked.

It didn't take long for the quill to come to life. Its pure white feathers shone like an elegant ballet dancer dancing on tiptoes.

Bailixinfa, these magics are very interesting.

If it is a higher level magic, it will have a larger range to show how powerful it is.

Low-level magic is usually a water ball, bow and arrow, etc., while mid-level magic can easily cover a dozen or even dozens of square meters.

Area magic.

Gorgeous and dazzling, trade it for precision.

The focus in magic books has always been on how to make the power greater, ignoring the most basic "aiming", that is, accuracy.

I don’t know why the magician who created magic forgot this.

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The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the young man held his chin with one hand and looked out the window. The sunlight filtered in from the outside and shone on the young man's handsome face.

The young man's forehead hair was dyed a warm light golden color, and his whole body was bathed in the sunshine, 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.

As his eyes moved, a quill was dancing alone on the table.

When Dijia teleported to the study, he saw such a painting.

The young man's fingers were controlling the quill pen to write, and there was no presence of Fatiga. When Dijia raised his feet, his shoes fell on the soft and delicate carpet, and the small friction sound finally attracted the young man's attention.

As if a frozen picture was immediately broken, the young man turned his head, with no surprise or fear in his eyes.

It seems that he has long expected his arrival, or in other words, he has long been accustomed to his sudden appearance.

The two just looked at each other, Baili Xin sitting in the light, and Di Jia standing in the shadow.

We are in the same room, but under the sunlight, it seems like we are in two distinct worlds.

I don't know why, but seeing the scene in front of him, Dijia suddenly felt an indescribable sour feeling in his heart.

At this moment, the young man's eyes were dotted with golden dots and his eyes were filled with smiles. He opened his mouth and called out 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.

Di Jia was in a trance and heard herself whisper: "Yes, I'm here."

Shaking his head slightly, he pulled himself out of his fantasy, walked to the desk with a slightly messy pace, and looked at Bailixin to take notes as if to cover up.

This is an evil sect. Why is it like being possessed by an evil spirit? The young man shouldn't have cast any illusions on himself, right?

At first, I just glanced at it casually, but when I took another look, I was already shocked.

I thought Prisin was just controlling the quill pen to scribble on it, but I didn't expect that there was actually something written on the paper.

You can vaguely see a slender wind-rolled feather pen, as flexible and precise as a person writing.

His pen control skills are already top-notch, and even better when the other person is writing.

He was actually reciting intermediate magic spells silently.

There were several pieces of paper laid out randomly on the table. Dijia's entourage took one out and looked at it. The rules of magic logic were neatly written on it.

Dijia: "..."

This is simply too smart.

Suddenly I felt that I was not worthy of the title of "Master".

Di Jia recited the wind magic and took control of the quill pen in his hand. After taking over the control, he inserted the quill pen into the ink bottle.

This apprentice took it upon himself to do it on a whim.

I slept for a long time, and when I woke up, I suddenly felt that I wanted to take on a disciple, so by some strange combination of circumstances, I selected the young man.

When I met him for the first time, I just thought that the young man looked good, and every detail was focused on him. When he was about to teach some magic knowledge, the young man recklessly put his eyes where they shouldn't be.

It's too cool to treat someone like this when meeting someone for the first time.

I don't know why, but at that moment, Di Jia suddenly felt an indescribable shame and anger.

He looked at himself so openly and freely, without any evasion.

The other party was just a child, like a more childish child, he took revenge and watched it with relish.

In the end, I simply handed over the magic book directly and was given a task that I couldn't complete.

At that time, I just wanted to see a trace of remorse from the young man's calm and free face, but it turned out to be wrong.

The next day, the other party gave me a big surprise.

But now, the surprise turned into helplessness.

If the apprentice is too smart, it is also a burden to the master. What should he teach?

Di Jia said: "Have you learned the Flood Technique?"

Just say you haven't learned it yet, and I'll teach you!

Bai Lixin: "Yes."

Dijia paused for two seconds: "What about the thunderstorm technique?"

You must have never learned how to combine two elements!

Bai Lixin: "I also learned it."

Dijia froze slightly: "What about the small space technique?"

This is even more powerful. To establish an independent ecological space, you need to integrate all seven elements. You must not have learned it.

Bai Lixin: "I've learned everything."

Dijia: "..."

My child, why don't you rebel?

Bai Lixin looked at Di Jia hesitantly: "Uh, Master, do you want to teach me something?"

Tiga: "...I just want to check your learning ability."

I'm not trying to prove the value of "Master".

Baili Xin lazily supported his chin with one hand, looking up and down his tall body with smiling eyes, and the words "see through but don't tell through" were written in his eyes.

Two seconds later, he stood up from the sofa and walked towards Dijia with the sun on his back.

As it moves, the elegant priest's clothes sway, like a small circle of white sea foam.

Within a few steps, Bai Lixin, who had been in the sunlight just now, completely merged into the darkness. He looked up at the tall beast-headed skeleton man, and his fingertips seemed to fall on the cold white bone knuckles of the other man, and whispered: "Master,

There's a spell I haven't learned yet."

The voice was soft and warm, like wisps of warm breeze passing through the gaps in the bones, making the whole body itch.

Tiga: "What is it?"

Bai Lixin: "I have never been able to learn synesthesia. Master, can you teach me?"

Dijia: "Yi."

,Of course! Teach teach teach, definitely teach!