"Run. Run means that both legs will leave the ground at the same time! There is always one foot on the ground, which is called walking!"
Kelly couldn't help it, his loud voice echoed over the castle like he was when he was not injured. His ribs seemed to be unaffected, at least he could not hear it at all from his voice.
Feiqi took another step, and he jumped. There was no way. When he couldn't run, he could only jump to get his feet off the ground. However, in extreme fatigue, his brain issued a command to "jump", and his feet would only "stagger".
After running on the city wall for two months, I had already basically adapted to the long-distance running. I thought the day I had made my debut was right in front of me. A monster called "weight training" came again. The sandbag? It doesn't exist. Feiqi was fully armed, that is, with rivets inlaid with leather armor, guns and spears, two crossbow bows, thirty crossbow arrows, daggers and double-headed hammers, helmet pots, rain ponchos, and various adventure debris weighing 20 kilograms, put them in two backpacks on the front chest and back.
Tron said that when you actually go out for a mission, your backpack is on both sides of the saddle. However, this cannot be said in front of Kelly. Once you mention "there are horses when you go out", then your weight-bearing training the next day will add a horse - the kind that needs to be carried on your shoulders.
Feiqi thought about the scene. Although he thought it should be a scam, he had no chance to try it.
What happens if you run too much and get too tired? Feiqi will tell you: it's like going to hell. This is not an exaggeration. Every time he takes a step, he will not feel like he is moving forward, but falling, falling constantly. The support given to the soles of his feet is numb and has no sense, only eternal gravity is real. Falling is like a soul heading to hell.
The only thing that supports Fitch not to stop is spells. After two months of training, the pain of whipping was no longer supervised. Kelly's roar became the same as the lullaby, and even the broth in supper lost its appeal. Fitch ran while reciting spells with his footsteps, sorting them in his brain over and over again to numb himself. It turns out that as long as he doesn't think about "stop", his legs may not have stopped.
"Come on, have a meal today, come and have soup!" Old man Kipling leaned on a cane, and a steaming pot was hanging on it, and walked over. "Ramsden, bring me four bowls. Run, run, you greedy little fat!"
Ramsden smiled brightly and agreed, his mind and nose had already reached the sky above the broth. However, he did not forget to hand over the dull sword he used to practice to Wumama for safekeeping, nor did he forget to take off the bamboo armor and put it on the shelf. The fat man ran out with a whoosh, looking faster than a rabbit.
"Oh, I'm so tired, but there's a saying that I don't want anything else with the meat stew. Oh, thank you Tron." Old man Kipling sat down on the chair that Tron brought over and handed him the crutches and soup pot. "You guys are very hard to train, and it's only one month before winter is gone. One month later, the three little eagles go down the mountain to spend the winter. Tron, you have to take good care of them."
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of them."
"Don't forget to train, you can't stop." Kelly snorted, holding his chest and sitting down. "This year, in addition to not letting Ramsden get fat, you also have to go to Wumama with a shaver."
"He hasn't grown a beard yet." Tron was a little puzzled.
"It's time to shave it before you grow, and it will grow. It's a danger to grow into that shape. If he had a beard on his face, it would be better. Yes, a beard is armor, so remember it like this!"
Tron had a distorted expression on his face, and Wumama did not agree or object. If someone handed over the shaver, he would use it without repulsion. If no one handed over, he would not worry about it or be obsessed.
"What kind of meat is in the jar? It tastes so fragrant!" After Feiqi arrived at the Bingfeng Fortress, he had never eaten pigs, cows, sheep and chickens, horses, griffins, wild wolves, foxes, rabbits and squirrels. As it turns out, as long as he has the foodie spirit of a big foodie empire, nothing can be endured by the body.
"Bamboo rat, I fell into the trap, it's such a bad guy. I can pick up delicious food even if I broke my hand. That's the way!" As soon as Kelly sniffed his nose, he knew what the meat was inside. "However, the old man added other things to it, I think about it..."
He was not thinking, but using the technique of meditation. When the full version of the Eagle School of Meditation was used, the blood vessels near the eyes, nose, ears, and tongue would swell, appearing a thick purple-red color. At the same time, the hair on the surface of the human body would also stand up, and even drive the hair and beard to stand upright, looking a bit terrifying. Giles had a bald head not because of baldness, but for the sake of being stronger.
Kelly did not shave his hair, he just tied his hair tightly, so he would not turn into a head explosive. After twitching his nose a few times, he removed the meditation technique: "Locust powder and several medicinal materials are good things. But isn't it a waste to give them a few?"
After saying that, he snatched the bowl Ramsden took and prepared to pour one for himself.
Kipling took the spoon first and knocked it on the back of his hand: "Put down! Your portion is in my room, and there is a pot! The bones are yours, so leave me the rotten meat. I have bad teeth."
"Tell me earlier!" Kelly slapped the bowl into Xiaopang's arms, stood up and walked towards the tower. After entering the castle, he found a corner without a man, untied the water bag and took a sip, and then leaned against the wall to take a nap.
Kipling melted all the "giant fruit" into the soup, and locust powder and medicinal materials were actually used to cover up the taste. Four young people, including Feich, divided the meat and soup in the clay pot evenly. Under Kipling's gaze, even if they wanted to give Ramsden more, this was not allowed.
One person is actually just a bowl, which is not much compared to the belly. But after this bowl of soup is in the stomach and intestines, a warm feeling spreads, and every bone, every muscle, and even every hair is comfortable. Feiqi used meditation to observe himself, and even found that some bruises caused by training are getting better quickly.
"The medicine you took was added to help you recover. Well, there is no need to train today. A good sleep is more effective than anything else. If Kelly asks, I will say it was what I said." Old man Kipling looked at the empty jar with satisfaction, and was about to get up and go back, but Fitch stopped him.
"Teacher, I have to report to you." He has used the title of teacher since he learned meditation and started trying spells. "The first spell, I can do this now."
He stretched out his hand, his palm towards the empty pot, and then said softly "SUA". The pot vibrated for a moment, then slowly flew from the crutch as if he had wings. It flew steadily, heading towards Fitch on the other end of the table.
Ramsden stretched out his hand curiously and poked the pottery. The pottery was crooked and drew a small arc in the air, but it still came to Feige's hand.
"It's not a magical technique... It's a pity, but I also congratulate you on having talent in spells." The old man applauded and said, "How did you make it possible to cast spells with only one syllable?"
Instead of asking about the control distance of the spell, nor the upper limit of the weight and speed of the object that can be moved, he directly discovered the most important point: the spell. Although he never showed it, Kipling had definitely studied spells and must have used some magic knowledge in addition to magic, otherwise it would be almost impossible to grasp the most critical things so quickly.
There are many mantras, long mantras, and frequent spells. This is the biggest problem with spells. There are 1,100 ways to recite the object movement spell, or the mage's hand spell, which are similar but all different. The longest mantra has forty-two syllables, and it takes eight or nine seconds to recite them at the fastest, and it is not practical at all. In "The Mysterious Wisdom in Story, Proverbs", the shortest mantra has eight syllables, which can be used at least. In "The Laws and Language of the Devil", the mantra has three syllables.
Feich shortened it to one and a half, using some of the devil's abilities.
"I can't explain clearly how it was done. It might just be a coincidence. It might be the luck blessed by the goddess, or it might be that I did something right by accident." Feiqi pushed his hands, and the pottery jar flew back to the old man and hung it on his cane. "Teacher, I want some paper and pen. I want to summarize this spell. I have a feeling that I should be able to discover something."
"Do you have any feelings? Then this must be the blessing of the goddess!" Old man Kipling was very happy: "It is recorded in many classics that when believers approach the truth, the goddess will encourage and help you and provide you with inspiration. Pen, no problem. Paper, you can save some money. I can give you a blackboard. There should be hundreds of chalk stocks. Is this enough?"
"Enough, thank you." Feiqi knew that paper in this world was not as popular as later generations, and the improved papermaking technique should have not been discovered yet. However, he had occupied a lot of time by physical training and spell learning, and he had no time to try papermaking.
While constantly reciting mantras, he disrupted the established order of mantras in the book in his mind, reclassified them, and tried to memorize in a more convenient and regular way. In this process, he vaguely felt that there was indeed some rule, but it was too difficult to summarize simply by using brain calculations. It would be great if there was a database, and using statistics and procedural algorithms would be much more convenient. However, without a computer, paper and pen can do a lot of things.
With a semisyllable spell, he can complete the magic of the mage's hand, and there must be something strange in it. How much does the devil's soul play in it? What has Yan Rui, who has a different world's thinking, done in it? What is the relationship between these changes and the magical spell in the magic book? Feiqi consumes his soul and exchanges a smarter brain for hell, so he always keeps thinking.
"You can write a letter to report this new mantra to the church. There are special pastors under the Word. I testify to you that you will be rewarded for this report, which will be beneficial for you to obtain indulgences in the future."
"I will remember it. But I want to summarize it first and report it when it is bigger."
"Your spell syllable is short enough, so it would be great if it could be improved into a magic spell. The Eagle School currently has only three magic spells, reverse push, blast and light body, and the number is too small. Oh, magic spells will be taught to you when you complete the enhanced magic array and start learning the martial arts of our school. Alas, maybe I am a little greedy..."
Magic spell? Feiqi had a sudden inspiration. Maybe he could not only focus on the red bookshelf. The martial arts of those black bookshelf might also provide inspiration.
Chapter completed!