My Magic Age

I have never felt like this before. As long as I unfold the parchment rolls stacked on the wooden table one by one, my eyes are like a single-lens camera, storing all the symbols on the parchment into a picture, one by one. The picture is so clear in my mind.

I can even feel that I am standing naked in the sea of ​​my spirit. I stand quietly on the rocks by the sea, watching the pictures soaking in the sea water, and they will appear according to my thoughts. The picture I wanted emerged from the sea, and those clearly visible characters turned into a complete golden thorn plant. I could even see the last part of its rhizome. At the end of the root, I saw a strong orc wizard touching the tiny barbs on its pale golden stems, feeling the slight stinging pain, and could clearly see the veins on the back of its leaves. No longer a photograph, those parchment rolls were closer to film reels, transmitting vivid images into my mind.

I stood a little dazed in my own little world. I knew clearly that I could actually enter my own spiritual world like a traveler. I remembered that when I was learning meditation, Sister Guoguo said that during meditation, she once Someone can enter deep meditation. It is a very mysterious state. It can only happen with a pure mind under the most focused conditions. Magicians have been longing for themselves to enter deep meditation throughout their lives, which means that magicians will break through the bottleneck. Advance directly.

(Countless magic scholars have been trying to unravel this irregular and wonderful realm of meditation, and found that the younger the magician, the more likely he is to enter this realm. I only learned this later.)

I stood on the edge of the golden sea and randomly opened the pictures soaked in the golden sea. Each picture was a faint memory to me, some of which were very clear. It seemed that those things happened right there. yesterday.

Some pictures are blurry or even unrecognizable, with only rough outlines visible. It's like two independent thoughts. When I am walking in my own spiritual sea, my body is still studying hard at the table. Pictures fall from the starry sky above my head like snowflakes, sinking into the picture in front of me. In the sea.

This is a very bizarre experience. From the time I discovered that I had the power of magic perception, to later being able to condense magic power and draw magic circles, to later learning to meditate, until I successfully cast my first magic, in the process of continuous growth, Discover that your body's six senses become more acute than before. I read the parchment tirelessly, like a small sailboat swaying in the wind and rain, riding the wind and waves in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Until the overwhelming fatigue came over, and wherever the black clouds went, they were plunged into darkness and fell into coma.

In the dream, I turned into a little bird, flying on the gold-rimmed clouds, facing the warm sunshine and moving forward.

When I woke up again, through the moonlight shining from the tent roof, I found a big furry head pressing on my chest. I struggled to tug on his pointed ears, and Kuz woke up in a daze. Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he looked at me sleepily and said, "Are you awake? Are you hungry? I left a bowl of soup cakes for you on the stove."

I shook my head slightly, still feeling dizzy. Those chaotic memories kept popping up in my head, making it difficult for me to distinguish between reality and memory. I felt as if my head was going to explode. I reluctantly stretched out my left hand. Slowly rubbing his temples, he said to Kurtz: "Give me some water. Maybe it's because I read too many books and my head hurts."

Seeing that I looked tired but could still speak normally, Kurtz seemed to be relieved and turned around and walked out of the tent.

Maybe it was because it was night, and although the moonlight came in, the tent was still dark. I squinted and looked around, and my vision was a little blurry. There was a piece of dried smoked sheep hanging on the right side wall of the familiar cowhide tent. Legs, a harpoon tied between two posts, with my leather jacket and pants draped over them. I lay on a mattress that was full of the smell of Kurtz's sweat. I was covered with a thick woolen blanket. The blanket was very rough and scratchy.

This is the tent that belongs to me and Kurtz. In the two years since I came to this magical world, this has been my home. I have spent two winters and summers in this tent, starting from the time when Old Kuru saved me. , I spent far more days lying in this tent than normal days, and my sight changed from casually discarded I moved my wrinkled leather jacket off the ground, and the moonlight shined through the basin-sized hole on the top of the tent. It shone on the cowhide ground next to me, and my two muddy boots fell to the side. , one boot was heavily stepped on, and the big muddy footprints were easily identifiable as Kurtz's.

Kurtz is used to taking care of me, and will always boil a pot of Ninghan grass juice on the stove when I get sick.

Old Kuru opened the leather curtain and bent down to come in. He sat down cross-legged next to me. He reached out his hand under the quilt and touched my heart. His cold and rough hands always scratched my tender skin a little painfully. He took the wooden cup handed by Kuz, leaned forward, held my head with one hand, put the cup to my mouth with the other hand, and poured the concoction inside into my mouth.

It was a kind of sour liquid that was different from Ninghan grass juice, but an extremely bitter liquid like some kind of bile. The taste rushed into my mouth, and the bitterness had an extremely pungent smell that almost made me spit it out. , Old Kuru said calmly: "Don't inhale, close your eyes and swallow. Aziz, bring me the honey water."

I felt extremely uncomfortable in my stomach, maybe because there was still residual juice in my throat. I retched twice and took the half cup of honey water that Kuz handed me. I put it directly into my mouth and swallowed it. Only then did I dare to Panting heavily: "It's so painful!"

"This is a concoction made from a whole plant of Ophiopogon japonicus. It has a miraculous effect on restoring mental strength." Old Kuru put my body down and lit a cigarette. Old Kuru has always treasured this thick cigarette rolled from the unique tobacco leaves that grow on the Pai Plateau. After being lit, it burns very slowly, and a spicy smell fills the entire tent.

"Teacher, what's wrong with me?" I remember that before I fell into coma, I entered a wonderful state that allowed me to read the various herbal introductions recorded in ancient animal texts on those parchment rolls ten times faster than before. According to the book, the herb Seven-Hearted Snake Gall Grass is an extremely precious third-level magical herb that can calm the mind and help practitioners quickly enter meditation. In addition, taking it for the first time increases the user's mental energy by a small amount.

"When I found you collapsed in the tent, you were almost mentally exhausted. But it seems that your current condition is better than expected. I thought it was a side effect of your frequent use of the 'heating' skill, but it doesn't look like that. Something happened." Old Kulu looked at me seriously and said with a little doubt, "Did something wonderful happen to you?"

I told Old Kuru what I had experienced before, and wanted him to tell me what happened and why I entered the sea of ​​​​my spirit, and could see my previous memories at will in an incredible way, just like It's like a hacker breaks into a computer and browses the information on it at will.

Old Kuru's surprise and confusion turned into surprise, which was filled with strong jealousy, envy, and hatred. He opened his mouth so wide that he almost swallowed his entire fist. After a long time, he exhaled, and then he began to perform a long massage on me. During the three hours of questioning, he had to ask about all kinds of details. He first asked me to start by reading the herbal medicine books on the parchment scrolls. He even asked me to speak out every move I made and what I was thinking.

In the end, Old Kuru looked at the wooden cup beside him with great distress, and said with regret: "You are very likely to have entered a state of deep meditation. It's just that you don't know how to control your overdraft of mental power, and you will be exhausted when your mental power is exhausted. He was in a coma, but he should be fine. If I had known this, I would have saved the snake gallbladder."

"Deep meditation?" I was a little curious, hoping that Old Kuru would explain it more clearly.

Old Kuru put out the cigarette and carefully put it into his pocket. He added some water to the wooden cup, stirred it with his fingers, and drank it in one gulp. Then he said: "The bitter taste of the snake gallbladder is still a bit bad. As for what the deep meditation is, no one can tell clearly yet. However, the previous rumors said that some practitioners would stimulate Deep meditation. When you don’t hear anyone reading, enter deep meditation.”

"According to my understanding, this wonderful state should be able to enhance certain attributes of the body, stimulate the body's potential, and even break through some bottlenecks during cultivation." Old Kuru looked at me seriously and asked: "Jia, what do you have now? Feel?"

I thought about it again and again but didn't find anything special about me, so I said: "My head is a little dizzy, as if I have memorized all the words on the parchment scrolls. Uh, it's strange. Those words turned into From picture to picture, I can clearly see the shape of each herb and clearly note their characteristics.”

Old Kuru patted my face, stood up and said to me: "Have a good sleep and you will be fine when you wake up."

Then he said to Kurtz: "It's windy at night, so remember to block the door curtain."

Kuz struggled for most of the night. Although he fell asleep on me, his heart was still tense. If he saw that I was safe, he would feel relieved. He pressed the door curtain with a piece of wood and lay next to me. He didn't bother to cover himself with a quilt on the mattress, and after just a few breaths, he started snoring.

Maybe it was because I was full of sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep.

I was very tired during the day, and now my head was a little dizzy, so I didn't bother to think about anything. My mind went blank, so I opened my eyes and looked at the moonlit night sky with sparse stars through the hole on the roof of the tent. I can feel my body again, just like my soul is out of body. I feel that my thoughts can wander freely. In this tent, even if I don’t use my eyes to see, I can just feel the tent clearly. I can feel every object in it, including their shapes, and I can even penetrate into the smoked leg of lamb and clearly feel the structure of the bones. Feeling dizzy again, I quickly put my senses back into my body and silently felt the magic force slowly rotating in my body. I found that my feelings became much clearer.

Only then did I suddenly realize that deep meditation during the day had actually enhanced my perception.

There is a door, and once it is opened, the scenery inside is no longer mysterious.

The structure diagram of the "heating" magic circle clearly appeared in my mind, so I began to try to condense the magic power with my fingertips. The light yellow magic power was condensed by me on one point. I felt that I was very familiar with the magic power. The control of the force became stronger, and the magic force rotated freely between my fingers very stably. I just stretched out my hand and drew the magic array in the air, and then the bright magic light was like a six-pointed star. The array rushed into my body. At the same moment, the magic power in my body seemed to be activated, and weaker magic power continued to gather into my body. It turned out that this was the feeling of "heating"!