Muhadi threw the purse that Fatuma gave him to the ground, "My tuition." He heard a voice he barely squeezed out.
The old woman didn't even look down. Mohadi only felt that the bag disappeared in a flash, as if it had never appeared.
The pretty girl sitting cross-legged seemed to be afraid of meeting strangers. She lowered her head, as if she was studying something on the floor, and her smooth black hair hung down to cover the small half of her face.
"Continuing to stare at your toes won't make them any prettier," the old woman said to the girl. "Introduce yourself to Muhadi of the Scorpion tribe."
The girl sat upright in a hurry and said softly. "I'm Aisha from Tyre. Like you, I'm here to learn the mysteries of spiritual power."
Her voice was nice, and for some reason, Muhadi felt that this girl looked familiar. I haven't seen it on Earth, could it be seen in a passing caravan?
"She came here a week before you. Usually only the nearby elf tribe will send apprentices to me. This time there are actually two human beings." The old woman's voice and tone suddenly changed, becoming younger, smoother, no longer It's that half-moan, half-whisper tone.
"Tianqin...Master..." Muhadi didn't know what to call the old woman, so he had to fool him. "Your voice?!"
The silver bell-like laughter sounded, and the old woman said teasingly, "He's confused."
Then came the voice of a middle-aged man, "Not surprisingly, he looks like a dumb bird."
"I think he's quite capable, but I can't read his deep memories, am I born untouchable?" The middle-aged man's voice turned into that of a cheerful young man again.
Muhadi has had too many surprises these days, so now he can keep his cool, "What's going on?"
"We are Lyra," the voices of old women, girls, men and young men rang together, and even children's childish words and some animal-like growl, "we are not alone, we are a tribe of one."
"Let me explain," said the old woman's voice at first.
"There are six different personalities in the body of the old woman in front of you."
"I am the original soul of Tianqin, I am the source, and I am the starting point. After that, the other personalities split off one after another, a total of six."
Isn't this schizophrenia? Muhadi thought, no wonder Fatuma said this "old witch" was weird. The girl named Aisha was calm, and it seemed that she already knew this fact.
"I'm a group, I'm a plural. In the desert, people with multiple personalities like me are called a 'one-man tribe' because we are alone, but we are never alone."
Muhadi couldn't help bemoaning his future destiny. After crossing the border, he became a slave. Now he has met a schizophrenic old witch as a mentor.
"I smell your fear, my young apprentice..."
"...Do you think the 'One-Man Tribe' is a curse?" Although the old woman's face did not fluctuate at all, the mockery was still easily detectable. "...This is a blessing! My strength is made stronger by it."
According to the old woman, psionic power is just a general term for this kind of psychic energy. In fact, psionics are divided into six different factions, namely, the self-sculpting system (variety), the spiritual transformation system (energy operator), the teleportation system (spiritual traveler), and the spiritual prediction system (insight). , Mind Creation (Shaper) and Mind Enchantment (Telepath).
Under normal circumstances, ordinary people can only be proficient in one of them, and it is extremely difficult to master the psionic energy of other factions, and even the psionic items of different factions are difficult to use.
"But I'm different!" Once again, six different voices, such as the old woman, the girl, and the man, sounded at the same time, like a chorus, "I'm unique! Each of my personalities is good at one ability, and my six Almighty."
Sounds amazing, Mohadi complimented him in admiration, and then asked, "Which type of psionics should I learn? How do I start training myself?"
"It's not time for you to train any psionics."
Muhadi was devastated, but the old woman then said, "What do you think I should teach you to write?" She asked, looking at Tyrion with a morbid interest, to see how he was doing. Reply.
Mohadi was stunned, he never thought about this question, shouldn't the teacher set up what to teach. As a transmigrator, you just need to learn. What should you learn, then how do you know. "The apprentice has little knowledge and has no systematic understanding of psionic powers. I don't know how to learn to master this talent as quickly as possible. But I think, I should learn a few simple psionic powers first, and then practice, understand, and improve."
"A reasonable answer, but a wrong answer. In the first period of time, I will not teach you any psionic power." The old woman said in a fluctuating tone, "It's like a warrior will exercise his muscles first, and then learn swordsmanship. The same. You have to exercise your mind first, and then you can talk about learning and mastering psionic powers."
Muhadi nodded, "But how to exercise?"
"That's my job," the old woman replied. "Let's start by taming our emotions."
"Tame emotions?"
"Exactly." The old woman moved her body, and the girl Aisha listened quietly and intently. "Not only do mortals have emotions, it is said that even the gods are no exception. And as a psionicist, you must have a strong mind, so To harness our power, not go into madness. For us, emotions have to be servants, not masters. They come when we allow them, not when they dictate our behavior."
"Don't get me wrong. My young apprentice. I do not ask you to renounce your passions, like the nuns of Vulici. Fear, anger, sorrow, pride, greed, cunning and selfishness are not our enemies, you don't need them Be hostile to them like a monk. All you need to do is ride them, control them, but don't move them, understand?"
The old woman made an analogy, "You have to be like a slave owner, driving your emotions to serve yourself. Anger turns into strength, sorrow turns into motivation... And you are above it, rationally, absolutely, calmly using these slaves, They are your necessary spiritual weapons. On the contrary, if fear makes you weak, anger makes you unable to face your opponent, pride makes you complacent... Then you are the slave of your soul, not its master, and you will never be one Excellent Psion."
"I understand a little bit," Muhadi said.
"No, you don't know anything yet," the old woman replied.
"The first emotion you have to learn to overcome and manage is pain. Starting from these relatively simple places, I will show you the mysteries and theories of mind art step by step. When the time is right, I will arrange for you Some trials," the old woman smiled again with that morbid banter, "you don't want to know the consequences of failure."