Master Tongtian

early morning.

The wind and snow stopped, and the sun showed its weak smile, spreading its pale and feeble sunshine into the vast white forest.

In the woods, Rosen wore a rabbit skin hat, a large animal skin jacket that exuded a strong smell of sweat, and a pair of cowhide boots that were several sizes too big. He looked like a man who didn't have enough stuffing. Zongzi.

Carrying a large suitcase on his back, he walked step by step on the rugged snow-covered mountain road, diligently following behind the gray-robed magician.

The suitcase is very large, weighing about 40 kilograms, which is a heavy burden for a thin 15-year-old boy.

The straps used for fixation were deeply dug into the shoulder flesh, and with every step he took, he could hear the shoulder joints creaking and groaning, as if they would break in the next moment.

The magician walked very quickly, with no intention of stopping and waiting.

Seeing the distance between the two parties gradually widening, cold words drifted into Rosen's ears in the wind: "Boy, walk faster, don't make me wait for you."

"Yes, mentor."

Rosen tried to pick up the pace.

The magician immediately stopped and turned around to stare into Rosen's eyes with a cold look on his face.

"No, I am not your mentor. Remember, you are just my bag-carrying boy. If you can't carry it, get out of here as soon as possible."

"Yes, I remember. So what should I call you?"

"My name is Cyrus."

"Yes, Mr. Sellers."

Rosen changed his words very simply and with a very respectful attitude, making it impossible to find any mistakes.

The suitcase is indeed a bit heavy, and the straps on his shoulders are painful, but for Rosen, who has an adult soul, these can be easily tolerated.

The most important thing is to have a full stomach and warm clothes. This is much better than the hunger and cold of the previous month.

After walking like this for a long time, when the sun turned overhead, Cyrus was a little tired and stopped in an open space under a tree.

"Let's rest here and have something to eat."

Rosen immediately stepped forward, gently put down the suitcase, looked around, found a slightly dry ground, spread a thick bearskin mat on it, and then said respectfully: "Sir, you sit down first, I'll go pick up some firewood." Come back and build a bonfire."

Cyrus sat on the bearskin mat with satisfaction: "Don't go too far. It's not peaceful in the Twilight Forest. If you're going to be bitten by poisonous insects, I can't save you."

"Yes, Mr. Sellers."

Rosen took a quick stroll around the area and collected a large handful of dead branches. He then picked up flint and steel and lit a small bonfire half a meter in front of Cyrus.

"Sir, do you need to boil a can of water for you?"

Cyrus shrugged obediently: "Then let's cook."

Rosen took the small clay pot hanging on the luggage rack, picked up a large ball of clean snow from the branch, and quickly started to boil water.

While he was busy, Cyrus sat on the bear skin and closed his eyes to meditate.

After a while, the water boiled and steamed.

Rosen scooped up a large cup and offered it to Cyrus respectfully. After the other party took it, he picked up the knife and quickly cut a bowl of bacon and handed it over with a few roasted potatoes: "Sir, please have a meal. .”

Everything was impeccable. Cyrus didn't say anything verbally, but he was very satisfied in his heart. It was indeed quite good to have a smart young man to take care of his daily life.

He secretly thought that if this boy didn't hold him back, he could let him follow him.

On the other side, after Cyrus started eating, Rosen picked up two baked potatoes, hid in a corner, and ate silently.

As for the more delicious bacon, he didn't touch it at all.

Cyrus saw everything in his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I know how to measure things." ’

When he was half full, Cyrus suddenly asked: "Last night, you said you could paint?"

Rosen quickly swallowed the food he had not chewed in his mouth and said respectfully: "Yes, sir."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blank parchment automatically floated out from the luggage rack, and a quill filled with ink floated down in front of Rosen.

"Draw one for me to see."

This is true of Rosen. However, he is now very interested in magic and naturally seizes every opportunity to increase his understanding of magic.

He looked at the pen and paper flying in the air in shock: "Mr. Sellers, is this magic?"

Cyrus smiled contemptuously: "What an inexperienced fool, it's just a little trick."

Seeing that Rosen still looked incredulous, he still explained: "This is the hand of a mage. It is of no great use. It can only be used to pick up small objects."

Rosen was no stranger to the name 'Mage's Hand'. There were many fantasy novels about Earth, but what really made him curious was the principle of magic.

But Cyrus's patience was very limited, and there was a clear look of boredom on his face.

Rosen put it away when he saw that it was good, and immediately took the pen and paper. Before he started drawing, he asked in a mumble: "Can it be used to unlock the door?"

Cyrus heard clearly, and a look of contempt appeared on his face again: "He is really a rat from a den of thieves, with bad thoughts naturally flowing in his blood."

Having said that, he did not deny Rosen's statement.

Rosen didn't dare to test too much. He picked up the quill and the parchment, and after posing, he summoned the desktop in a deep voice, clicked on the corpse resurrection picture that was screenshotted last night, and then started printing.

‘Swish, brush, brush~~brush, brush~~~’

The white quill danced lightly on the parchment, and the tip of the pen seemed to have a spiritual life of its own.

Cyrus glanced at it and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's interesting."

Seeing that Rosen still needed some time to finish the painting, he continued to eat bacon.

About a quarter of an hour later, the picture of the corpse's resurrection was vividly displayed on the parchment. Except for the color, which could not be restored, everything else was as realistic as the photo.

"Sir, the painting is done."

Rosen respectfully handed the painting to Sellers.

Cyrus turned his head and looked at it, his eyes suddenly condensed, his casual demeanor instantly became much calmer, he reached out to take the scroll, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Not bad~~ very good, there is a painter who has specially taught me you?"

"No."

Cyrus' face turned cold: "You'd better tell the truth to me!"

Rosen explained with a 'sincere' look: "Sir, it's really not true. I have loved painting since I was a child. Whenever I see a scene that touches my heart, I will use charcoal to copy it. Every time, I will try my best to restore the truth. It’s a bit difficult, and I couldn’t do it at first, but as time goes by, I get better and better.”

Life is all about acting.

From an adult's perspective, Rosen's acting skills are average, but who would doubt a 15-year-old boy too much?

Cyrus believed most of it.

He looked down at the scroll again, looked at it for a while, then looked up at Rosen, and said repeatedly: "Interesting~ really interesting~"

As he spoke, he fell into silence, seeming to be thinking about something. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Rosen: "Boy, have you seen a beautiful woman?"

"Ah?" Rosen was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

Of course, I had countless beauties in my previous life, but I am still a virgin in this life. And the women in the village have all been tortured by the hard life. Even if they have a good foundation, they are not good at all. So the most reasonable answer should be not to read it. Pass.

Seeing his confused look, Cyrus automatically chose the most reasonable answer and said with a smile: "I'm overthinking it. How could you, a little sheepherder who lives in the deep mountains and old forests, have seen a beautiful woman?"

Rosen's mind was spinning.

He followed Cyrus, and the lowest expectation was to follow him out of the forest alive. The highest expectation was to be able to become a disciple of this guy and learn magic from him.

But this guy obviously disliked him, and now that the painting attracted his attention, he decided to try more.

"Uh~ Sir, actually I have seen it. The head is the iron-clawed wolf Wald who was killed by you. A few years ago, he captured a very beautiful girl. Her face was as beautiful as flowers, and everyone couldn't move away. Open your eyes."

Anyway, it happened a few years ago. There is no proof, so you don’t have to worry about being exposed if you make it up at will.

Cyrus believed it and asked with interest: "What happened next?"

"He died later."

"How did you die?"

"The one who died in childbirth was miserable. He screamed all day and all night and couldn't give birth, and then he died. Wald was very sad and lost his temper for almost a month. Many people were whipped for no reason, and I was also whipped. A whipping is so painful that it will take more than half a month to fully heal."

These days, it is normal for women to die during childbirth. Several people died in Yelang Village in my memory, so this reason is very reasonable.

‘Oh~~’

Cyrus nodded slowly. He didn't care about the woman's fate: "Then do you still remember her appearance?"

"Of course I remember." Rosen nodded vigorously.

At the same time, he opened "My Harem" and located the "Fantasy Style Photo Album" subfolder.

Open it, and four sub-folders appear: "It's worth watching", "It's charming", "Rare and exquisite", and "It's stunning".

From scratch, Rosen guessed that the standard of living in this world was average.

He estimated that even an ordinary girl from Earth would already stand out here. If she is a beautiful girl with an appearance above six points, she is probably a legendary fairy.

After thinking about it for a moment, Rosen opened the subfolder "Alright for a View", found a photo album of a girl with a score of over 5 but less than 6, picked out a photo with a conservative style and prepared it.

Sure enough, Cyrus handed over another piece of parchment: "Show me the drawing."

Rosen was well prepared and started outputting "shushuashua". Half a quarter of an hour later, a woman wearing a light ink dress and exquisite facial features appeared on the page.

Especially those big eyes, sparkling, soft and charming, extremely sultry.

Of course, I'm far from that good-looking in person, but that doesn't stop girls from the Earth from being able to put on makeup, and even have to do beauty treatments after putting on makeup. If a girl with a score of 5 is treated like this, she is a dazzling beauty.

Cyrus took one look and was shocked. He immediately brought the painting to his eyes and took a closer look. As he looked at it, his breathing became obviously thicker.

Suddenly, he grabbed the head hanging on the luggage rack and punched it several times, with an angry expression on his face: "What a pearl dropped into a cesspool! This damn guy got a big advantage!"

He looked at the drawing paper reluctantly for a few more times, and then looked up at Rosen, with a hint of expectation on his face: "The drawing is very good, but not good enough. This girl has too many clothes on her body. Can she Painting without clothes.”

"ah?!"

Rosen was once again surprised, this time from the bottom of his heart, by Sellers' directness.

Of course he can draw, but he cannot draw. With his age and experience, it is impossible for him to draw, because it is impossible for a person to draw something that he has never seen out of thin air.

Without waiting for Rosen to answer, Cyrus shook his head: "Hey~ I'm overthinking it. You don't have all your hair, how could you have seen a beautiful girl naked?"

But he didn't feel disappointed. He looked at Rosen with a hint of passion: "Your painting skills are very good, far beyond my expectation."

After pondering for a while, Cyrus stood up, kicked some snow to extinguish the bonfire, and then took the initiative to carry the heavy suitcase: "Let's continue on the road. If we walk faster, we can get out of the mountain before dark."

With that said, he strode forward.

Rosen trotted after him: "Sir, should I carry it?"

"No, this morning is my test for you. You are a very honest child and can endure hardships. I am very satisfied. From now on, you will be my spell apprentice. I will teach you spells, but as a reward, you have to I worked."

Without waiting for Rosen's answer, he stopped again, stared into Rosen's eyes, and spoke word by word.

"Remember, magic is what ignorant fools call spells."

"Spells are just spells! They have nothing to do with the devils in hell! Spells are the path to heaven for us mortals!"

‘The road to heaven for mortals? ’

Rosen's heart was slightly shaken, and he became more and more yearning for magic. He immediately changed his words: "I remember it, Teacher Cyrus."

As for the reasons given by Cyrus for accepting him as a disciple, he didn't believe a word of it. There is never any benefit without reason in this world. The essence of all relationships is the exchange of benefits.

He estimated that high-quality erotic paintings should be sold for a lot of money, and judging from Cyrus's previous performance, he must be quite short of money, so his attitude towards him changed completely.

In this regard, Rosen secretly rejoiced: "It seems that my harem is not useless." ’