Hunting College

Although he is confused in one way or another, as the dean, since Professor Yao has adjusted his class schedule willfully, the students have to obey this arrangement obediently.

As for the big class on Wednesday, whether students in other college classes should follow the progress of the Astronomy 08-1 class to listen to the "Yuanchen Guardian Mantra", or how to deal with their magic philosophy courses, it is not what students in the class need to care about Topic.

Now that it was changed to a philosophy class, Old Yao simply put away the Fa books and handouts, and patted the chair under him.

The high stool turned into a comfortable recliner in the blink of an eye, and the professor lay down comfortably, beckoned to everyone, and said: "All relax, philosophy lessons must be relaxed to understand the samadhi..."

Zheng Qing was very suspicious of this.

In his opinion, this may be just an excuse for the professor to be lazy.

However, all the students in the class did not disagree with the professor's approach. Instead, they put away the Fa books and stretched out very cooperatively, and adopted an attitude of sharing weal and woe with the boss.

As the professor once said, the philosophy of magic is a simple and profound knowledge.

The simplicity is that everyone can understand the truth; the depth is that even great wizards and even higher-level wizards will be fettered by the principles of magic philosophy in their behavior and behavior.

Very similar to the philosophy of Bai Ding's world, the philosophy of magic is also a discipline involving world outlook and methodology.

It's just that the wizards go further in this regard.

Due to the realness of magic and the strong practicality of magic, the content of this lesson will even involve wizards' understanding of the origin of the world.

In the previous few philosophy classes, Lao Yao painted a magnificent picture in front of everyone, briefly telling the truth that the wizards have felt through thousands of years of exploration. The philosophy class is their method of passing on these truths in a simple and direct way.

According to the professor, a wizard who can understand the true meaning of philosophy can go further in the future and touch more truth.

Zheng Qing is not particularly interested in the truth.

But the mystery that Yao described when explaining the truth is very interesting.

"In this world, there are three things that make people mad the most: there is a hiccup in the stomach that can't get out, a sneeze in the nose that can't get out, and there is an understanding of the world in my mind that I can't say. It seems that I can always catch something. , But when you spread your palms, there is only a piece of air left in the palm of your hand." On the recliner, Old Yao started to speak slowly as if he was telling a story.

"I don't know its name, the word is Tao, and the name of strong is big."

"What is'Tao'?"

"'Tao' is the way, the arrival, the guidance, the logic, the magic... it is a concept that can be expressed."

"In the long history, those great wizards have spoken out their own paths and pointed out some vague directions for those of us who came later. We have already mentioned in the previous courses that we will explore one by one throughout the school year. These directions."

"So today, let me first take you through a major philosophical school in the past 100 years, the dimension school."

Lao Yao lay on his back in his recliner, his arms raised slightly, palms facing the sky, holding them empty.

The lights in the classroom gradually dimmed with his words until it was completely dark. Only the faint green fluorescence on the elf's wings was still gleaming barely.

"The Dimensionists think that this world is dimensional."

A blue light spot appeared in the dark classroom. While flickering, it moved slowly. Every small movement will leave a blue faint "footprint" spot.

Soon, the trail of blue light dots turned into a light blue light.

One, two, three.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, the pitch-black mid-air is covered with these criss-crossing blue lines.

"The Dimensionist believes that the interaction between dimensions constitutes the foundation of the truth in this world."

As the professor said, he stretched out his finger and gently stroked a long, thin blue line in front of him.

This blue line is connected to the darkness at both ends. When you look carefully, it has no difference in color from beginning to end, no arc, no thickness, as if it is just a collection of certain concepts, but it is really true, and it seems to be touchable.

Yes, it can be touched.

Professor Yao pressed his finger on the blue line and pressed it lightly, exerting some irresistible force on the thin blue line.

The blue line then appeared bends visible to the naked eye.

Fingers slipped gently, and the blue line seemed to have received some kind of response and bounced back quickly.

"...This interaction is so significant that we can verify it through hundreds of different experiments... Just like the dimension you see now, does it look like a rubber band?... Most wizards I think that the movement of these rubber bands has played out everything in the world and the great harmony of the universe..."

Zheng Qing frowned, taking notes quickly with the glint of the pen tip, while secretly complaining about the clumsy metaphor of the professor.

Of course, he still faithfully recorded every word the professor said in his notebook.

After all, he didn't know whether there was a deeper meaning behind those words.

When he raised his head again, the top of his head had changed into another look.

The vibration of a dimensional thread affects the countless other dimensional threads that intersect with it, as well as the innumerable dimensional threads that are not intersected with it but adjacent to it.

With the fluctuations of this original dimension, those dimension lines have played chords of different strengths and timbres.

The blue lines left countless ghosts in the vibration, and they looked like pieces of blue cloth.

Countless blue fabrics are superimposed together to construct three-dimensional spaces of different sizes.

Occasionally, several dimensional lines break, and the notes they vibrate stop abruptly. Then a piece of pitch black that cannot be described in words suddenly appeared, and the blue cloth pieces disappeared.

When they reappear, the original one dimension line has been broken into two unrelated new lines.

Zheng Qing looked at the pitch black uncomfortably.

He is keenly aware that there seems to be a huge horror in it, but endless opportunities are also brewing.

Professor Yao's voice resounded in the classroom again, pulling his attention away from the fleeting darkness:

"The birth of the dimensional theory fundamentally explained many problems that the magical world cannot solve with traditional theories..."

"...Take the simplest example."

"Sand Shichong, you know... It was a lot of tossing at school a few days ago."

There was a low voice of approval in the classroom.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but nodded.

"...Before the birth of Dimensionalism, wizards had very vague and confused understanding of the'Sand Time Worm'."

"Traditional wizards believe that this kind of insects are pests born from nothingness... Earlier theories even believe that they are similar to some kind of'parasites' from the deity's body... They are'Apocalypse' A prelude to the "Four Horsemen" pet, a symbol of doom..."

"These ambiguous explanations have brought huge disasters to these little bugs... Every time sand is found, it will cause a certain degree of uneasiness in the magical world... so that this wonderful creature was once hunted to the end of extinction. ."

"After the birth of the Dimensional School, the wizards extracted time points from the three-dimensional world and connected them into a new dimension line... They gradually discovered that the'Sand Time Worm' is just a part of the time dimension line. The'pseudo-super-dimensional' creatures that feed on'fiber'..."

"This ~www.ltnovel.com~ has ended the wizarding world's thousands of years of fear of these little bugs..."

Zheng Qing held the brush, his face wrinkled.

As an example, Professor Yao spoke a little faster, which made it difficult for him to grasp the accuracy of certain vocabulary. Especially those vocabulary with a generational type, it is easier for people to get confused.

He had to record these remarks of the professor with words he could understand.

It may be a little distorted, but it belongs to his understanding. The young students at public expense seemed to feel a little more surprised when they took notes. No wonder the old students once mentioned that in addition to the understanding of wizards, the test of magical philosophy is more the acceptance of wizards.

"...Of course, in the process of follow-up research by the wizards, they discovered that the'Royal Jelly of Sand Times' brewed by the Mother of Sand Times was a very mild life-prolonging medicine, so this creature was once again hunted to the verge of death. Extinct."

"That's another thing."