"What is the method? Master, please tell me. I want to become stronger."

"Haha." After not seeing each other for two years, Wuqi has become so motivated. Wolson was in a very happy mood. He always hoped that Wuqi could become his pride. After chuckling twice, Wolson nodded with satisfaction, touched Wuqi's little head, and said seriously: "If you want to become stronger, from the perspective of your master, you only have one method to do now."

"Master, tell me quickly. Don't keep it aside." Wuqi hurriedly pulled the corner of Wolson's clothes.

"Okay." Wolson's smile suddenly subsided. He suddenly looked at Wuqi with a serious expression and said in a low voice: "Master speculate that you are not born to be a swordsman and axe fighter, the kind of close-fitting mechanic profession. According to the master, you have a good mind and are very smart, but your physical fitness is very poor, and your strength and physical strength are far inferior to ordinary people. In this case, you should be born to be a long-distance profession such as magicians and wizards. Therefore, in the master's opinion, if you want to become stronger, you can only choose to become a long-distance profession with extremely high mental abilities but extremely poor physical fitness in other aspects, so that you can improve and slowly improve your strength."

"What does Master mean?"

"Re-education under the sect of a master and become a wizard. First, aim to become a junior wizard, and then slowly improve your goal. This way you can become stronger and stronger."

When Wolson thought of Wuqi, whom he raised little by little, wanted to truly learn witchcraft with him, Wolson couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in his heart. He accepted many disciples, but he could not compare with the two perverts, Sword Saint Abel and Fighting Saint Ugins. But even though Wolson accepted so many disciples, there were not many who really learned all the real skills from him. Most of the disciples gave up and stopped learning after only learning a little bit of fur. Because the longer they had contact with Wolson, the more they felt that witchcraft was useless, so many people chose to give up halfway. But because they were under Wolson's disciples, they couldn't tell Wolson about their true thoughts directly, so they found various reasons to shirk them.

At the beginning, after the time of cultivation came, Wolson found that there were many fewer disciples and was very angry. But as time went by, he gradually gave up the idea of ​​teaching these disciples real skills. In the end, he even planned to stop accepting disciples, just let some people who were particularly interested in witchcraft learn from him for a while. He just gave them some simple instructions and did not intend to teach them real skills. This was the scene in which Wu Qi went down the mountain for two years, Wolson no longer accepted inner disciples, but only accepted outer disciples.

Wuqi was not in a good mood at first, and he had not made any progress in the past two years. Not to mention his master, even Wuqi himself lost confidence in himself. But when he heard Wolson say that he was suitable for practicing witchcraft, he carefully recalled Wolson's analysis just now. Wuqi suddenly felt that his whole body seemed to be full of strength, and his somewhat depressed mood seemed to have just eaten honey. It was so sweet that his face was filled with smiles, and his eyes were curled into two crescent moons.

"Master! Then teach me witchcraft quickly. I want to become stronger! Think about it now!"

Seeing Wuqi's eyes so vivid, Wolson patted his head with relief, shook his head and smiled, "It seems that it is still necessary to let you go out for two years. I didn't expect that as soon as you went up the mountain, I couldn't believe my master. Where did the little bastard who was lazy all day long who only knew how to peek at your senior sister in the bathing go?"

When he heard this, Wuqi's face turned red and he lowered his head awkwardly. Wolson did not continue to make fun of Wuqi, but smiled slightly, his expression suddenly changed, and the smile on his face immediately restrained, and he turned to a solemn expression, and said lightly: "To become a junior wizard, you must pass a test. This is the rule of our wizard lineage, which is inherited from the ancient wizard lineage, and has never been changed."

Speaking of this, Wolson's words suddenly stopped. A fleeting look of heartache suddenly flashed in his eyes and asked seriously: "Wuqi, Master asks you again. Are you sure you will become a wizard in the future? Although the wizard does not have the super physical fitness of the melee professions of swordsmen, axe fighters and fighters, and does not have super lethality in long-range attacks, the wizard's history is very long. Strictly speaking, we wizards can first trace the age when humans were just born in ancient times."

At first, when he heard that the wizard's strength was far inferior to that of two distinct professions, such as swordsmen and magicians, Wuqi was very disappointed, and even had the idea of ​​regret. But when he heard that the wizard's history was so long, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart: Master's wizard's lineage has such a long history. If he practices hard, he will definitely be better than swordsmen and axe fighters. Maybe there is any secret trick that will not be passed down from generation to generation.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he opened his mouth wide and said in surprise: "Wow! Master! According to what you said, aren't we wizards even more powerful than the two uncles holding swords and axes?"

"Of course." Wolson straightened his back without hesitation and replied confidently. Wuqi's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, but before he was excited, Wolson deliberately cleared his throat and said a little embarrassedly: "But this is just for a real wizard. In fact, the witchcraft that your master practiced is just a small branch of the ancient wizard lineage. In ancient times, no one called us wizard. The name wizard appeared tens of thousands of years ago. In fact, in ancient times, everyone called us wizards."

"Stupid?" Wuqi looked up at Wolson in confusion, with confusion and doubt in his eyes, "Master, is there any difference between a spell and a wizard?"

Wolson smiled slightly, and he explained patiently: "Let me say that. The master's current identity as a wizard and the witchcraft he practiced are actually the wizard's source. In other words, the wizard is the ancestor of the wizard, and many of the wizard's skills have been lost, so the wizard, the wizard is not as powerful as our ancestors and magicians before. However, as long as you work hard, you can still become a strong man through the learning of witchcraft. No other thing is guaranteed, at least you have no problem becoming a master-level primary strength like Master, as long as you are willing to work hard."

For Wuqi, as long as he can improve his strength, he is willing to practice it. Even though this witchcraft is completely incomparable to the previous witchcraft as Walson said just now, and his strength is much weaker, but it is better than his current situation of not moving forward. So Wuqi still said excitedly: "That's not bad! Although the witchcraft is more powerful, it seems that he can't practice it. Master, I'd better learn witchcraft."

"Okay. Then Master won't talk much nonsense. You can go out now." Wolson nodded slightly, pointed to the outside of the door, and said lightly.

"Master, where do you want me to go? Aren't you going to teach me how to practice witchcraft?" Wuqi suddenly was stunned and asked in confusion.

"Yes. But learning my witchcraft must go through a test. Master has said just now. My test is to live alone in the monster forest north of the back mountain from now on. If you can come back alive within a year, it means you are qualified to learn witchcraft, and your teacher will teach you witchcraft immediately. If you are dissatisfied with it for a year and escape back. It means you do not have the qualification. If you die halfway through the forest, it can only prove that you do not have the brain to learn witchcraft. Master said that our witchcraft does not emphasize the strength of **, but the requirements for the mind are very high, so this is a test for you by your teacher. It is also a necessary test for our disciples of the witchcraft lineage to learn witchcraft. Are you still planning to go now?"

After hearing what Walson said, Wuqi couldn't help but be shocked. His timid personality began to cause trouble in his mind again. Wuqi seemed to hear a voice saying to him: "Wuqi, don't go. If you go, you will die. My life will be explained here."

But at the same time, another voice seemed to appear in his mind at the same time and kept saying: "Wuqi, you want to go. You must go. If you don't go, do you still hope that Sister Benny's incident will happen to your master and Croyd again?"

In this way, Wuqi's head was soon swelled up by these two completely opposite thinking, and his head began to hurt. However, in the end, his emotions defeated reason and gritted his teeth and replied, "Go! I want to go! Master!"

"Okay. You go."

As soon as Walther finished speaking, Wuqi slowly bowed respectfully to Walson, and then turned around and walked out. Until Wuqi's back disappeared from his own vision, Walson's serious face suddenly calmed down. He looked at Wuqi's disappearing corner with a worried face and said lightly: "Disciple, good luck!"
Chapter completed!