mudslides in the magic world

Looking at the young man in front of him, Zhibiren of the Zen Yuan felt a little headache.

"Is there still no sign of your spell power growing?"

The Zhibiren of the Zen Academy shook the information on his hand: "Although Nishinomiya Shizheng, who was in charge of the assessment, didn't see it, and said in the report that you can even become a second-level conjurer directly, but if you have always had such a low conjuration power , you’re stuck at level three.”

The conjurer can make the magic power wrap around the body to form a protection, even if the building collapses on the body, as long as there is protection of the magic power, the conjurer can be intact.

But Ying Ji's spell power is almost zero, even if he has spells, he can't protect himself.

"Without magic acceleration, your speed is not enough, right? Speed, resistance, attack power, and attack speed..."

Naobi of the Chanyuan accurately saw through Yingji's weakness: "Once your slash is empty, you are dead."

After Yingji heard this, he seemed indifferent. He has a file reading, so he can read the file by trial and error.

Moreover……

"Level three is level three."

Yingji just needs the identity of a conjurer. He said casually: "Our family is in this business, so I am a conjurer. Shier will definitely change careers in the future. If I can't do it anymore, I will change careers too."

After hearing this, the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan couldn't help rolling their eyes: "It's really audacious to say that you have changed careers in front of me, the head of the family. Are you trying to make the Zenyuan the laughing stock of the Yusanjia?"

Eiji pouted: "I don't believe that Gojo and Kamo don't have low-strength clansmen."

The person directly next to the Chanyuan said angrily, "I don't see them changing careers!"

Because they all stayed at home as servants and servants like Ryosuke.

Yingji knew that Shier had always wanted to leave the monastery, so he naturally couldn't agree to such a future.

Yingji can only use the method of dragging words. Now is not the time to leave the monastery. No matter how you say it, you have to wait until then, otherwise the convenience store would not dare to hire them as cashiers.

"Let's talk about it. I'm only 11 years old. If I can't improve my spell power, I want to go to a high school and find other ways to improve my strength."

Yingji turned to Zenyuan Naoya, the son of Zenyuan Zhibiren: "Does Naoya's cousin have revealed his magic power? Maybe he can inherit ten shadow spells."

If Zenyuan Naoya could inherit ten shadow spells, Eki thought, no one would notice if he and Shier slipped away.

Naobi of the Zen Academy thought so too. Eiji is only 11 years old, and he can grow up again.

Hearing Ying Ji mentioning his son, a smile appeared on the face of Zhipiren of the Buddhist monastery: "The boy has already revealed his magic power, but he is not sure what the spell is. It may take another two or three years."

It is always necessary to wait until Zenyuan Naoya is four years old to determine the spell.

Just as Zhipiren from the Zen Academy was talking to Yingji, there was a commotion outside.

The conjurer's hearing has always been very good, and the Zenyuan Zhipiren judged that it was his brother Zenyuanshan and Shier who were arguing. He glanced at Yingji, and Yingji had already got up to check the situation.

Zhibi of the Chanyuan cleared his throat: "Okay, let's do this for today, you can go back."

Yingji bowed his head and saluted, he quickly opened the door, and just walked around a corridor, he saw the Chanyuan fan actually beating the Chanyuan Shier!

Yingji's complexion changed slightly.

Zenyuan Shan is a quasi-first-level conjurer. Although Zenyuan Shier is heaven and cursed, he is only 11 years old, and Zenyuan Fan, like the deceased Chanyuan Jingsheng, has a strong malice towards Shier with 0 mana power.

Just when Yingji was about to read the file, Shi Er easily avoided the Zenyuan Fan's magical attack, stepped on the pillar next to the corridor and flew straight into the air, his body was like a dexterous falcon, and unexpectedly kicked on the Zenyuan Fan's head.

The Chanyuan fan used spell power to protect himself, but even so, he was kicked back by Shi Er's kick!

This step was a great shame and humiliation, Zenyuan Fan was so angry that he actually drew his knife and was about to chop it.

"enough!"

At some point, Zenyuan Zhipiren appeared between the two of them. With one hand, he held Shier's head down, and with the other he held down Zenyuan Fan's hand that was trying to draw the knife.

Yingji clenched his hands into fists subconsciously, and then showed a longing smile: The Zenyuan Zhibiren's speed is faster, and I really want to fight him.

Zenyuan Zhipiren looked at Chanyuan Fan speechlessly. For this third younger brother who had been eager to become the head of the family, Zenyuan Zhipiren didn't mind embarrassing Chanyuan Fan.

"You are already 40 years old, why bother playing a waste with 0 magic power?"

The Zenyuan Zhipi people didn't even look at Er, he just said to the Zenyuan fan: "As long as you do it, you will lose. It is better to practice than to waste time with a waste of time."

Zenyuan Fan became even angrier when he heard this. Did the Zenyuan Zhipiren do it on purpose?

He deliberately suppressed himself to prevent himself from beating Shi Er violently, so that everyone would know that he took a step back when he was kicked by the 11-year-old trash!

Yingji walked quickly to the side of Zenyuan Shier, he nodded slightly to the Zenyuan fan and saluted, then glared at Shier, and walked out pulling Shir's arm.

With a gloomy face, Shi Er followed Ying Ji back to the courtyard where he lived without saying a word.

Yingji asked Shier strangely: "Why are you fighting with Uncle Shan? He is so stupid, stay away from him."

Zenyuan Shier twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard the adjective stupid, as if he wanted to laugh, but he still didn't.

"...What did Zhibi people tell you?"

Yingji said casually, "It's about the magic power."

He roughly mentioned the possibility of being stuck at the third level, and said indifferently: "If you hadn't insisted on calling slashing a spell, I would never have become a magician."

Zenyuan Shi Er was silent for a while before he said: "After you take part in the assessment, the higher-ups in the conjuration world will know your spell information."

"Your ability is not a strengthened slash, but an absolute slash. People in Zhipi know this."

Zenyuan Shi Er looked at Ying Ji with a complicated expression: "Maybe your future mission target is not only the magic spirit, but also the magician."

Ying Ji was taken aback for a moment, then understood: "Do you want to eliminate dissidents, stabilize your own power, and eliminate enemies?"

Eiji knows Yetoshen's old line of business very well.

Zenyuan even looked at Yingji tentatively: "...don't you dislike such a task?"

Yingji scratched his head, not knowing what to say: "It's okay, isn't that what human beings are like? There is a good side, and naturally there is a bad side."

It is precisely because people have good and evil that there are good gods and evil gods, but it is also because people have good and evil that good gods such as Izanah will degenerate into Huangquanjin God, and evil gods such as Yato God will also transform into mascot.

Zenyuan Shier looked at Yingji in surprise, and he asked Yingji: "Why do you want to be a magician?" Isn't it to protect human beings?

Yingji also looked at Shier in surprise: "Isn't this the job you made for me?" He didn't really care.

The Chanyuan was dumbfounded, and he asked persistently, "If you had said frankly that you couldn't become a conjurer without spells, what would you have done?"

Yingji murmured, and there was some expectation in his eyes: "I want to go to school and become a medical student."

Yatoshen's girlfriend Rihe's home runs a hospital.

After a pause, he felt a little helpless: "However, the exam for medical students is a bit difficult. If it doesn't work, I'll open a master house or something."

That's what Ye Fighting God did, and even Ye Fighting God wrote a book and drew a book about the Eighteen Bans, and it sold well!

"Or should I write a novel?"

Eiji said enthusiastically: "The title of the book... those years when I was a thug?"

Zenyuan was silent.

It's hard to describe how he felt when he strongly asked Eiji to lie.

Only by becoming a conjurer can one survive in the monastery. Shi Er felt that he was helping Yingji by telling Yingji to lie.

But becoming a conjurer meant a lonely and dead future, and even had to face the dirty and corrupt world of conjuration.

From another point of view, deliberately let an ordinary person with 0 magic power and no spells become a conjurer of the Buddhist monastery... Shi Er admitted that he was taking revenge on this disgusting family.

The more the Chanyuan family valued Yingji, the better the pleasure of revenge and malice in Shier's heart.

But how innocent is Eiki who is forced to become a magician?

Chanyuan Shier couldn't help scolding himself in his heart: Chanyuan Shier, you really are still a piece of rubbish.

——Grow up in the garbage dump, abandon everything, have no respect for others, let alone yourself.

But I can no longer drag Eiki to sink into the garbage dump.

"...you can write now, too."

Zenyuan Shi Er said nonchalantly: "The third-level spell spirit is nothing to you, and it doesn't matter if you get stuck at this level. You can just take the opportunity to do what you want."

Ying Ji nodded after hearing this, and then he looked at Shi Er: "Okay, after finishing my business, it's up to you. If you don't explain clearly why you quarreled with Uncle Shan, I'll just read the file."

Zenyuan Shier's face darkened, and he said impatiently: "I wanted to find you, but that guy stopped me from entering, and wanted to teach me a lesson, so he started fighting."

Yingji said helplessly: "Uncle Shan has always been like this, back then...forget it, I'd better read the file."

Zenyuan Shier immediately pressed Yingji's hand: "No need, avoid this time and the next time, are you going to keep reading files?"

"We're too young." Yingji couldn't help poking Shier in the temple: "Uncle Shan is older than us, you can't beat him now, why do you have to fight with him?"

Zenyuan Shier understood Yingji's subtext, and he showed a sinister smile: "When I can defeat him..."

Ying Ji said naturally: "Then you can beat him up casually, and I support you!"

snort!Yingji is very vindictive, he still remembers the Zenyuan Fan complaining when he was four or five years old, it's not that he didn't report that the time was not up.

Shir didn't say anything.

After Yingji read the file, Shi Er didn't go to the courtyard of the Zen courtyard to be directly adjacent to the people, so naturally he would not encounter the Zen courtyard fan, and the matter passed so easily.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Eiji and Shir turned 15 years old.

Two things happened this year. First, Zenyuan Naoya, the son of Zenyuan Zhipiren, awakened the spell, but unfortunately, it was not the ten shadow spells, but Zenyuan Zhipiren's [projection spell].

Everyone in the Chanyuan family was very disappointed, ah, why not ten shadow spells?

But just because Zenyuan Naoya awakened [Projection Mantra], the position of the patriarch of the Zenyuan Zhipiren was completely secured, because the next generation of Zenyuan Naoya's spells are the strongest.

The Chanyuan fan was so angry that he chopped down dozens of scarecrows at home.

Another big event is naturally Gojo Satoru, who has attracted the attention of countless curse masters and the entire magic world since his birth.

Wujo Wu, the owner of the six eyes of the Wujo family, awakened the spell, which happened to be the Wujo family's ancestral no-lower limit.

With the combination of No Lower Limit and Six Eyes, Wujo Wu's future is clearly visible.

Immediately, a task was sent to the Chanyuan family.

Naomi people from the Buddhist monastery called Eiji who was about to go to Tokyo Magic College to study.

"Can your cut off cut through the no-lower-limit spell?"

The author has something to say:

Gojo Satoru is five and a half years old this year.