Section 013 Waste materials? ( Tickets)

Half a month later, Mo Li still got up early to run and sat cross-legged at the mouth of the cave as before, but he still did not realize what the master said. The only change was that the original delicate white skin became dark and shiny due to the sun for a long time. The body is no longer weak.

This day, Mo Li was sitting under the sun trying to feel everything around him, but as before, he entered the strange dream again. Now the colorful elves are no longer afraid of Mo Li. As soon as he enters this dream, the elves will rush to Mo Li and happily He danced around his body, and then plunged into Mo Li's body and disappeared.

"Little boy, get up." While Mo Li was immersed in the dream of the colorful elves, the old man's dissatisfied voice came. Mo Li did not dare to neglect. He immediately opened his eyes, and the colorful elves also disappeared in an instant.

"Master." Mo Li whispered.

"How, do you feel anything?"

Mo Li shook his head and then lowered his head, daring to look at the old man's face.

"It doesn't make sense." The old man whispered with his hands behind his back, "Did I make a mistake before? Is this baby really a waste?

"Master, I'm sorry..." Mo Li naturally understood Master's words. It has been several months. The originally hot summer has been replaced by the cool autumn, but he has not improved at all. It has been very good for Master to blame himself for so long.

Can't you really learn magic? Mo Li felt a pain in his heart. Is the magic dream shattered like this? No, I'm unwilling, but what can I do? I've worked very hard, but I just can't feel even a trace of magic. Tears slowly slipped down his cheeks, and Mo Li did not deliberately endure it this time, allowing tears to wet his clothes.

"Come here." The old man didn't seem to notice Mo Li's strangeness at all and waved to him.

Mo Li didn't say anything and slowly walked to the old man. But before he stood up, he put a heavy hand on his chest. Then a strangely hot feeling came from that hand and spread all over the body in an instant. Mo Li's body couldn't help shaking and almost fell down directly. Just when he couldn't stand it, the hand left his body, and the strange heat disappeared.

"Haha, that's it, you little idiot!" The old man cursed loudly and then said excitedly.

"What's wrong?" Mo Li looked up at the old man and asked.

The excited look immediately disappeared on the old man's face, in exchange for a helpless face. The old man sighed, then turned his back to Mo Li and said, "Little son, it's not that I'm ruthless, but that I really can't teach you anything."

"Master, do you want to give up leaving?" Mo Li couldn't help but be shocked. Although he had long expected such a day, Mo Li still couldn't accept it when the master really gave up on himself.

The old man shook his head and said, "It's not that I want to give up on you, but that I really can't teach you anything."

"Master..." Mo Li choked and said, "Give Li'er another month, okay? I will try my best to feel the magic element."

The old man sighed and said, "It's not that I don't teach you. If I leave you softly, it won't be any good for your future."

"But..."

"Don't say anything, come with me." The old man didn't give Mo Li a chance to speak at all and turned around and walked into the cave. Mo Li had no choice but to follow the old man in.

When Mo Li approached the cave, he saw the old man lying on the small bamboo table and writing something on a piece of parchment with a feather pen. Mo Li stood behind the old man, and tears kept flowing, as if the flood broke the dike, and he couldn't help it.

Mo Li has been with the old man for three or four months. Although the old man either beats or scolds himself, Mo Li knows that he did this for his own good. Mo Li still remembers that when he first met the old man, he was so cute and funny. It was to urge himself to work hard that he became like this.

A few months of experience is already very warm for a child who has lost his closest relative. So unconsciously, Mo Li has regarded the old man as his closest relative.

"Okay, don't cry." I don't know when the old man has written it. He put brown paper in a paper bag and handed it to Mo Li's hand and said, "Although I can't teach you anything, there is a place to teach you."

"Ah?" Mo Li looked at the old man incredulously and asked, "You mean..."

"This is a letter I wrote to the dean of the Imperial Academy of Magic. I have told him all about your situation. As long as you hand the letter to him, he will tell you how to do it."

"Imperial School of Magic? Isn't that the best magic academy in our Telan Empire? Mo Li said with her eyes shining. He was addicted to magic when he was very young. Although he didn't have a chance to learn, he still knew a lot about the magical world. The full name of the so-called Imperial Magic Academy is the Tehran Imperial Magic Academy, which is the highest magic academy in the Tehran Empire. And the president of the Trans Magicians Guild is the president of this college. Because of this, every magician hopes to enter the Imperial Magic Academy. Now that he suddenly heard that Master is going to send himself to this famous college, how can Mo Li not be surprised? He didn't understand how his master would let himself enter this college.

"What's the best? Those are blown out by the outside world. But only there can help you."

"But I heard that only magic geniuses are collected there, and magic waste materials like me can't be accessed at all." Mo Li said with some low self-esteem.

"Bang!" Rarely, the old man slapped Mo Li in the face, and a trace of blood came out of the corners of his mouth.

"How many times have I told you, what I asked you to do? How can there be so much nonsense. Besides, who dares to say that my apprentice is a waste? I did it because I respected him when I sent you to the Imperial School of Magic. If anyone dares to say anything, I will go and tear down the Laushizi College.

"And remember that as my disciple, you should have enough self-confidence and don't weaken my face. Otherwise, don't tell anyone that you are my disciple in the future, okay?" The old man shouted.

"Yes." Although Mo Li's face was hot and painful, he was very happy. Because he heard from the old man's words that the master did not want to give up himself, but to send himself to a better place, and at the same time, he did not want himself as an apprentice. A burst of emotion rose from my heart. Mo Li secretly made up his mind that he must study hard after arriving at the college and will never weaken the master's face.