Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

Celia jumped down, her white and tender feet touching the cold floor, and she walked step by step to Ye Shanming, her face reflected in her golden pupils.

"Then why did you come to see me? Few people in this world know I'm here."

Celia's words full of interest reached Ye Shanming's ears, which surprised him greatly. With just one glance, she could tell his origin. He didn't even know that he was already an immortal. It seemed that when the pigeon threw him to Tokyo, it really did a lot of tricks.

Fortunately, Celia didn't show any impatience or other negative emotions, so Ye Shanming boldly put forward his own ideas:

"I want to learn magic from you that allows me to travel through the world."

"I don't know the magic of traveling through worlds."

In Ye Shanming's slightly disappointed eyes, Celia told him a secret that no one had ever known:

"Magic related to time and life is the domain of the goddess. The magic of traveling through the world also involves time. Perhaps when you meet the goddess, you can ask her to learn."

"Is there anything else?"

After explaining to Ye Shanming, Celie returned to her seat and waited quietly for his next words. She had no lack of patience for someone in such a special situation.

"Then please allow me to become your disciple and learn all the magic."

Before coming here, Ye Shanming had already made other plans. If there was no magic that could travel through the world, he would study and develop it himself.

Not to mention that he just realized that he was an immortal. In the face of infinite time, one day, he would be able to develop this magic himself.

"can."

Celia easily agreed to Ye Shanming's request, and a dangerous smile appeared on her face again: "You have great potential. One day you will make the world flow with blood. I am very much looking forward to your future."

After throwing out a rather terrifying sentence, she spoke again, calling out another person's name:

"Volame!"

A mature girl walked in, her long orange hair tied into a pigtail and hanging behind her head. She was wearing a simple white dress and knelt on one knee at the bottom of the stairs, ready to listen to Housailie's next words.

"Ye Shanming, during this time, you should learn the basics of magic from Volame. When you pass the test, come back to me."

After saying this, Celia left the hall. Volame stood up, gave Ye Shanming a gentle smile, and extended her right hand to him.

"For the next period of time, I'll trouble you to learn the basics of magic from me, Junior Brother."

"Okay, senior sister."

Ye Shanming followed suit and left the hall behind Volame. The two of them strolled along the path.

"Don't be fooled by the teacher's fierce look. She's actually a very good person. Don't be afraid of her. Just focus on your studies."

Fu La Mei knew his teacher very well and was a little worried that the new student would be frightened, so he tried to comfort him. Ye Shanming smiled and replied:

"It's okay, Senior Sister."

"In fact, if you get to know her more, you will know that although we don't know how long the teacher has lived, she is actually no different from a child."

Although his original intention was to get closer to his junior apprentice Ye Shanming, when Celia was mentioned, Volame couldn't help but want to complain:

"He always likes to run around barefoot, his hair is a mess, and he needs my help to take care of it every day. He never changes his clothes, and if they get dirty, he uses magic to clean his clothes..."

Through Volame's narration, Ye Shanming gradually understood that his teacher, who had a terrifyingly powerful background, looked and acted strangely in his daily life.

"Maybe this is a quirk unique to elves."

Ye Shanming inexplicably thought of Millialde and sighed, and his stereotype of elves increased again.

After this exchange, the strangeness between the two began to fade away. Ye Shanming followed Volame to her room. Heavy books were everywhere, and papers were piled together casually on the desk.

Volame rummaged through the pile of books in the corner for a long time, and finally threw a book to Ye Shanming.

"This book is an introduction to the basics of magic that I wrote. It's very suitable for you now. Please read it yourself first. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Ye Shanming took the book, flipped through two pages, and was soon immersed in the ocean of knowledge recorded in the book.

Time passed quietly as he learned magic. Just as Volame described to Celia, Ye Shanming gradually realized the true face of his teacher.

Although he usually ignores his two apprentices, if they ask him questions about magic, he will always give a very insightful answer, and also scold them as "good-for-nothings".

During the period of learning the basics of magic, Volame, in addition to being busy with his own affairs, was also very concerned about the learning situation of his junior brother. He would conduct random checks every night and paid more attention to him than the nominal teacher, Bi Liya.

In this situation, Ye Shanming devoted almost all his time, except for physical training, to learning magic. He forgot how much time had passed. Finally, it was Volame's words that pulled him out of this state.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother, you are now a qualified magician. Starting tomorrow, you can study in depth with Teacher Celia."

Chapter 7: The most stubborn person in the whole body is his mouth.

It was still the same hall, and Celie was still sitting on the stone chair, looking Ye Shanming up and down with disgust on her face.

"I'm actually learning boring little tricks like hiding my magic from Volame... If I have that kind of time, I'd rather focus on honing my own magic power."

Celia was very dissatisfied with Volame's teaching, and Ye Shanming no longer had the reserved attitude he had when they first met. He sat casually on the steps, somewhat speechless.

"You say that, but aren't you hiding your own magic power, teacher?"

Celia's eyes turned dangerous, and she didn't continue the conversation, getting down to business.

"Although Volame is a disappointing girl, she has taught you to a reasonable degree. From now on, you will study magic formally with me."

"Don't be like Volame and do nothing all day long."

Seliya habitually belittled Volame, but Ye Shanming pretended not to hear. Then, remembering what Volame had told him that morning, he asked:

"I heard from my senior sister that once you get into the art, you can directly learn a spell from me, teacher?"

"That's what happened."

Celie nodded, her eyelids slightly raised. "Transferring magic allows you to transfer a spell you master directly to the target. The price is that the caster will forget the transferred spell and need to relearn it."

"So, which magic do you want?"

This is what Volame told him this morning. Ye Shanming had already thought of the magic he wanted, so he spoke without hesitation:

"I want magic that can clean clothes."

"..."

Celia looked at him suspiciously, but Ye Shanming looked at her with a frank expression, without any retreat.

"whispering sound."

Celie was a little unhappy. "This is a precious opportunity. You need to think carefully about your own wishes. Do you really want to waste it on such a small magic?"

She also deliberately added tone to "self-will", which obviously meant something.

"Teacher, it's troublesome to wash clothes every day. This magic is what I want most right now."

Ye Shanming gave his reasons, and Celie fell silent, and finally transferred the magic that could clean clothes to Ye Shanming.

"I have a collection of grimoires here for you to browse through. Take a look and see what you want to learn."

Celia walked barefoot on the floor and left the hall. Based on Ye Shanming's understanding of her, she probably went to learn the magic that could clean clothes again.

Imagining that scene, Ye Shanming couldn't help laughing inside, and began to select the magic books that interested him and learn the magic recorded in them.

In the process of learning magic, his ability to understand, which had been strengthened by the pigeons, played a huge role in enabling him to quickly analyze the relevant techniques and the principles behind the magic. When he encountered something he didn't understand, he would silently note it down in his mind and prepare to find Celie to clarify it tomorrow morning.

He was completely immersed in the world of magic. When he came to his senses, it was already dark. He stretched, his whole body making crackling sounds, and prepared to go back to his residence to start today's physical training.

When passing by the lake, I unexpectedly saw Volame standing on the shore, staring at the lake with a thoughtful look on his face, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Senior Sister, are you troubled?"

Volame turned her head to look at him, and the two of them walked side by side along the lake. The bright moonlight covered the earth with a silver veil.

"I want to improve the current offensive magic to make it more suitable for fighting demons."

Volame expressed a question he had been pondering: "Although I have many ideas, I don't have a clear direction for improvement."

"That's it."

Ye Shan understood: "Then, Senior Sister, what kind of offensive magic do you think is more suitable for fighting against demons?"

Although Ye Shanming had only just begun his journey in magic, he had his own ideas about improving it. Without waiting for Volame to speak, he continued:

"In my opinion, offensive magic suitable for combat must be stealthy, fast, and powerful."

"Using concealment can surprise the enemy and prevent reinforcements. Rapidity can give you the upper hand, and powerful force can kill with one strike."

"It's just that this kind of attack magic is more suitable for individual combat, not for large-scale battlefields."

After listening to Ye Shanming's words, Volame was thoughtful and had a preliminary idea of ​​the direction for improvement in his mind.

"Also, Senior Sister, I think you could try to learn some close combat techniques."

"Melee skills?"

"Yes."

Ye Shanming drew the one-handed sword that had been with him for many years from his waist. "A magician's body is too weak. If a warrior gets close to him, it will be very dangerous."

"And if the magician has some melee ability, he can even disguise himself as a warrior and kill with magic at the critical moment."

"When it comes to magical combat, you're even more despicable than me."

Volame praised Ye Shanming's idea and stretched out his arms, which had beautiful curves and no trace of muscles.

"It's a pity that I don't have the talent to be a warrior. However, if someone has talents in both magic and warrior, it is indeed worth a try."

"And if that's the idea, we'll also have to develop magic suitable for close combat."

Volame had to admit that her junior brother was more perceptive and meaner than herself in combat, which was in line with her philosophy.

Since that night, Volame has been improving the current offensive magic according to Ye Shanming's opinions and his own understanding. However, improving magic is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Ye Shanming was not idle either. As time passed, the number of magic books he had mastered gradually increased, his theoretical understanding of magic became deeper and deeper, and he even began to participate in Volame's research on the improvement of offensive magic.

"Senior Sister, is it really not possible?"

"No, the teacher will be angry."

Volame answered Ye Shanming's words without raising his head, and buried a few unknown seeds in the open space.

"But you see, she always sits so arrogantly and runs around barefoot like a child. Developing a magic to maintain her dignity would be a testament to your filial piety towards our teacher, wouldn't it?"

Although the days of studying magic were fulfilling, Ye Shanming would occasionally feel bored. Whenever this happened, he would instigate Volame to develop some useless little magic and learn her development ideas.

"Since you are so interested, then go and develop it yourself."

Volame was not fooled at all.

"But magic requires imagination. I can't imagine the teacher's majestic appearance at all. Only you, senior sister, can do it."

Ye Shanming squatted beside Fu Lamei and helped her bury the seeds.

"And what if other people see the teacher like this and look down on him?"

Volame did not answer Ye Shanming's words. He clapped his hands lightly, and the magic power flowed. The seeds that had just been buried took root, sprouted, grew leaves, and bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye. A beautiful flower field appeared before the two of them.

"The magic that conjured the flower fields... You're using this boring magic again, Volame."

Celia walked barefoot behind the two of them, her tone full of disgust. Fortunately, she didn't hear what Ye Shanming had just said to instigate Volame.

Volame turned her head and glanced at Celie's bare feet stepping on the flower field.

Perhaps we can adopt my junior brother's suggestion?

Chapter 8: The tradition of the master and the disciple rebelling against the master.

"Celiai, I'm going to the Elf Village soon."

It was still the same hall. Ye Shanming stood alone at the bottom of the stairs, with the one-handed sword he bought in Lant still on his waist. Nine years had passed, but no traces of time had been left on his face. He still looked like a sixteen-year-old boy.

"Got it, get out of here."

Celia waved her hands impatiently, as time had not brought any change to her.

"Senior Sister said that the Demon General, King Bazalt, bypassed the front line of defense, and she needs to go investigate. You must take good care of yourself while Senior Sister and I are away..."

"Boy, I've noticed that you've become much bolder in the past two years."

Before Ye Shanming could finish his words, Celia stood up from the stone chair with a wild smile on her face, and the magic power that had been suppressed in her body showed signs of instability.

"Not only did you stop calling me teacher, you showed me no respect at all. Volame taught you well! Do you want to fight me?"

Faced with the fighting spirit released by Celiai and the pressure that made him breathless, Ye Shanming decisively shut up, did not continue to relay Volame's words, turned around and walked out of the hall.

Ten years have passed since the separation from Millialde, and now it is time to keep the appointment. The elf is so passionate about wine, so the Emperor's wine should be brewed.