Hunting College

The criss-cross, dense lines vibrating endlessly, intertwined with a dizzying strange scene over the curse class classroom.

Many students could no longer bear the tremendous mental pressure, and bowed their heads, using meditation to soothe their spirits.

Professor Yao quickly realized this.

He clicked his pipe and waved his arm, pulling open the curtains on both sides of the classroom.

The midday golden sunlight passed through the transparent glass windows and fell between the students' desks, dispelling the darkness in the classroom, and blasting the pale blue light into the air.

A little elf bravely rushed down from the blackboard, landed on the professor's head, fluttered with wings, and gathered the pile of smoke that Professor Yao had spit out into a ball and stuffed it into a small gray pot.

The professor raised his eyelids, raised an eyebrow, and glanced at the elf standing above his head.

Finally did not wave her to expel her.

"Ahem!" He put away his pipe, scanned the classroom majesticly for a week, and knocked on the blackboard behind him: "Attention, look at the blackboard... Now what I'm going to talk about is the focus of this lesson... Of course, the previous content It’s also very important."

There was a brisk laughter in the classroom.

I don't know if I think the professor's inconsistent remark is interesting, or the elf standing above him concentrating on collecting the smoke is interesting.

"The dimension school believes that all dimensions can be measured."

A blue light spot appeared on the blackboard.

It repeats its previous history in the dark, flickering and moving, leaving a long and thin track.

Only this time, each of its displacements will have a formula as a footnote, which will be marked on the blackboard along with related concepts and examples.

"Linear, non-linear, probabilistic, distributed, entangled, vibrating, etc.... In the eyes of the Dimensionist, the dimension, or the reality of this world, can be measured."

"For example, when you see this thin line, you may think it has no beginning, no end, no length. This is an illusion...because what you see is the structure that I magnified during the lecture. To be precise, this thin line The length of the line is 1.616x10^-35m."

"This value was determined by the great wizard Planck in 1900, so it is called the Planck length... What are you doing in a daze? Write it down quickly, this is the final test site!"

Old Yao saw the boys in the back row of the classroom staring blankly at the blackboard, knocking on the blackboard, dragging a long tone to teach: "Don’t just remember the content on the blackboard, these things I mentioned in the lecture, You all have to write it down!... Classmate Banner? Why don't you take notes?"

The orange cat raised his head, gave the professor a silly look, and then quickly turned his head to look at the young public student.

"Professor of the report... his hands hurt..." Zheng Qing was sweating profusely, and finally pulled out a reason that no one believed, bit the bullet and explained: "I didn't wear silkworm leather gloves for the experiment yesterday, so..."

"So you take notes for him?" Professor Yao squinted and snorted.

Zheng Qing shrunk his neck and mumbled.

Many people in the classroom turned their heads curiously, looking at the chubby orange fat man. Even the dull people noticed something was wrong.

But since the professor didn't challenge it face to face, other people would not rush forward to question it.

He made a few meaningful laughs at most, and cast a few playful glances.

Old Yao didn’t spend too much time on Fatty’s notes, but continued to speak, slowly saying: "...As for the essence of magic... in the eyes of the dimensionists, magic is only the manifestation of changes between dimensions. ...Or down from high to low dimensions, or from low to high dimensions."

With that said, he re-pointed a blue dot in the air.

This blue light spot repeats the process of changing from a point, to a line, then to a surface, expanding into three dimensions, extending into six dimensions, and constantly rising and changing, until it finally breaks into a blue mist again.

And those disturbing pitch-black flashes still appear uninterrupted in the place where the dimension line breaks.

The thin blue lines spread to all corners of the classroom. The orange cat in front of Zheng Qing seemed to be very interested in them. He stretched out his paws over and over again, trying to fiddle with the thin blue lines.

This made the young public student very angry, and had to leaned up again and again, grabbed its neck, or grabbed its tail, dispelled its impulse and reminded the cat that it is now Not a cat.

"Attention, the key point is here!" Professor Yao knocked **** the blackboard, reminding all kinds of disturbed young wizards in the hall, raising his voice slightly, and saying word by word in an emphasized tone:

"Generally, when the dimensional line's motion state drops from a high-dimensional to a low-dimensional, a lot of energy will be released; while the dimensional line's rising from a low-dimensional to a high-dimensional will absorb a lot of energy."

"The Dimensionists believe that the spells cast by the wizards are realized through this kind of energy fluctuations produced by the dimensional line transition."

Zheng Qing immediately gave up his plan to stop the orange cat from going to death, grabbed the brush in his hand, and quickly took notes.

Even a dull person can understand the meaning of the two sentences the professor just said.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the sentence just now is the truth of the wizarding world.

Professor Yao did not slow down because of the important concepts he had just talked about. On the contrary, the following sentence was slightly accelerated:

"...As for the origin of the world, the Dimensionist believes that, just like the'Tao,' the origin is indescribable, it is a very large collection, and it has a very high dimension that cannot be described."

"But Professor, you just mentioned the methodology of the Dimensionist, saying that dimensionality can be measured." A questioning inquiry suddenly sounded in the classroom.

It was Liu Feifei, and Zheng Qing could distinguish the thin voice without raising his head.

"Very keen!" Old Yao applauded without any disguise: "It's worthy of being our chief student! ... Too big to describe, what should I do? The dimension faction thought of a way-convergence."

"Limit." He turned around and wrote a dragon and phoenix symbol on the blackboard, and then explained:

"Through convergence, we can strengthen the characteristics of'Essence', so that wizards can interpret it more conveniently... When Essence converges to the point where it can be interpreted, converging into a magic circle or a spell, the wizards are horrified to find that they have opened up. Pandora's box."

Having said that, the professor paused, as if he was considering the wording. Everyone was holding the pen, waiting quietly for the professor's next sentence, and for a while in the classroom, they could even hear the needle.

"Forbidden Curse~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xiao Xiao whispered.

Although his voice was very low, it seemed unusually abrupt in the quiet classroom.

Professor Yao did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and smiled approvingly: "Yes...Yes. This is the source of the forbidden curse... The origin is converged to the extent that it can be expressed by magic, and it is the forbidden curse."

"This is also the reason why the Dimensionists have become the most powerful philosophical school in the past 100 years... They have used the forbidden curse to prove that they are so close to the origin, they used the forbidden curse to crush the supreme glory of the gods, and the forbidden curse to break the Middle Ages The world that traditional wizards have lived on since."

"Before the birth of Forbidden Magic, the most powerful magic of wizards was born in the'five fireball school'. At that time, wizards believed that there is no guardian that cannot be broken by five fireballs, and there is no obstacle that five fireballs cannot crush. Of...Of course, this is an exaggeration. A true Five Fireball School wizard does not only throw five fireballs."

"After the birth of the forbidden curse, the slogan of the wizards became,'There is no world that cannot be destroyed by a forbidden curse. If it is not destroyed, it means that the forbidden curse is not accurate enough.'"