Chapter 939

In fact, toryl is not a good teacher. She doesn't have this self-consciousness, and Lu Zongping doesn't realize it either.

She just lacks teaching practice. Fortunately, she is actually a master. Years have given her wisdom, and she is willing to share it with Lu Zongping without reservation.

In torrell's words, the essence of nature and magic are chaotic, tend to disorder and stable state, deviate from order and complex and precise structure.

The ancient Great Sage Aristotle put forward the theory of form and material to explain the phenomena of nature and magic. This theory is regarded as one of the methodology of skill practice, and it was still popular until the monsters were driven into the underground world. In her education, toryl studied magic on the basis of form and material.

"Child, you should know that all the concrete things we can feel are made up of form and material. There are two sources of material, nature and magic, and three sources of form. Nature, magic and art can shape form. "

Lu Zongping expressed doubts, "can't craftsmanship shape materials? Isn't refining ore into ingots changing the material? "

Toriel nodded. "It's good that you can have your own ideas, but art can't create new materials independently of nature and magic, which is its own defect. Art is an invisible God, and all his manifestations come from the rules of nature and magic itself. "

Lu Zongping frowned, "so, art is created by us, not the ability it gives us?"

Aries can't answer this question. He says frankly, "I don't know that either, but boy, you should remember that art is the process of combing nature and magic from chaos to order. In other words, art can be regarded as the endogenetic endowment of nature and magic. "

In Lu Zongping's cognitive concept, nature and magic can be compared as springs, while skill is water wheel, but it is not accurate enough. He uses a lot of analogy and imagination to make himself have a complete understanding of what Toril said, but after all, he is inexperienced. For beginners, this kind of content is not suitable for the establishment of correct ideas.

Toryl is going to talk about this kind of theoretical things. For the time being, she is not going to teach Lu Zongping real practical natural and magic skills. That would be too dangerous.

Lu Zongping's enthusiasm never stops. He constantly tries to learn some simple skills.

Toril hesitated.

She had no choice but to say, "you are too young, child. When you grow up, I will teach you the knowledge without reservation."

Lu Zongping hated this kind of saying. He hated waiting and wasted time and energy. If he could not learn knowledge, he would have to face this abominable place again. Ordinary things made him feel sharp restlessness.

So he stopped talking.

Maybe it's time to leave, he thought. Lu Zongping knows that the way out is in the basement of the house, which leads to the deeper underground world, where the civilization of monsters develops. As long as he works hard, he can find traces of magic.

Lu Zongping's patience is limited. After reading every book on the bookshelf, his desire for magic is very strong. He needs fresh knowledge. He wants to make himself see the real world.

Toryl had to agree to the boy's request, but she didn't notice Lu Zongping's rolling emotion under his silent appearance. In her opinion, Lu Zongping is still a very clever child. He can help work and is very intelligent.

After toryl fell asleep, Lu Zongping quietly walked out of the door. He walked to the hall. The darkness didn't bother him, and the cold of the underground world couldn't make him retreat. He continued to move forward. The stairs of the hall only extended down one floor. He walked along a straight ramp towards the end.

Just as he was approaching the finish line, toryl suddenly stopped him behind him.

Lu Zongping turned his head. Baiyang was holding a candle in her hand. Her green eyes were shining with sadness under the orange fire. "This is not your place, child. Let's go back."

She is very firm, and so is Lu Zongping.

Toryl doesn't need to be strong. She just looks at Lu Zongping with her infinite sadness and gentle eyes. His inner guilt is full in less than three seconds. He had never suffered such an attack, but he felt more terrible than a thousand knives and ten thousand swords. Even if he closed his eyes, the candle passed through his eyelids and reached the pupil. In the light spot as big as a small orange, all the reflection were toriel's green eyes, and her deep eyelashes were like curtains, half covering her pain.

Lu Zongping felt her pain. His empathy almost tore his chest. Lu Zongping was secretly angry, but he didn't want to argue, which made him very incompetent. So Lu Zongping had to surrender to toryl's gentleness.

Aries holds the boy's hand, and her fingers of the other hand are holding the edge of the candlestick. The shaking is reflected in the swaying flames. "Don't blame me, child. Every falling human suffers the same fate. I've seen them come, leave, die, silly child again and again. You are too young. I know you will not be afraid of anything in the future. But you are too young now. It's not necessarily a good thing to be young in the jungle. If you go out, that man, esmore, will kill you. "She blinked. The water on the wet eye surface was squeezed out and turned into tears in the corner of her eyes. "Come back with me. I'm protecting you. I'll never allow you to get hurt. "

There are 1000 and 10000 ways to say goodbye in the world. There is only one trap to trap Lu Zongping, a natural traveler.

After all, he went back with Toril, but his face was depressed. The boy realized that he had to endure this small and boring world, which was called a writer by Toril and was only a temporary residence in his eyes.

"What do you need, son?"

"I need the knowledge of art!"

Toryl told Lu Zongping that she needed to think about it one day. The next day, the boy found Baiyang again. She was still lying on the sofa beside the fireplace, wearing a pair of glasses and holding a book with black cover in her hand. There were small magic pictures on the book. Lu Zongping felt a surprise rush to his head, and he was speechless. Of course, he usually had few words Language.

"Here, child, take a look. This is an entry-level summoning spell. I will teach you this incredible power!"

The boy slowly smiles, quickly converges, just can't wait to take the magic book in his hand and watch it carefully.

Turning over the preface and explanation, he looked straight at the first magic: summoning alien weapons.