In Tianxin Dojo, Fang Yuan saw a group of strange guys.
Although it was impolite to say so, Fang Yuan usually only sees people wearing this kind of “magic robe” clothes in film and television works.
This kind of clothing should be characteristic of Tianxin Dojo, right?
“Lu Hai!”
Fang Yuan cautiously followed behind Lu Hai, sandwiched between a group of “psychics”; there was always a strange feeling.
Not long after Lu Hai led Fang Yuan into the Tianxin Dojo, a middle-aged man in a dark dojo uniform stopped them.
The man has short hair and glasses, and his eyes are very intimidating.
“Uncle Tao, this is my junior from the same university, Fang Yuan,, who has Espeon.” Lu Hai saw this person and introduced Fang Yuan to him.
“Welcome.” Uncle Tao nodded toward Fang Yuan and said nothing extra.
“Thank you.” Fang Yuan thanked blankly in his heart; here… it’s really strange.
Where will Lu Hai take him next? When will the Espeon learn Meditation?
Fang Yuan thought a lot, but next, Lu Hai put Fang Yuan in a room first and found him a suitable dojo uniform.
In the room, Lu Hai compared the size of the dojo suit with Fang Yuan’s figure and said, “In the next few days, you should wear this during training.”
“Do I have to wear it…” Fang Yuan felt that it would be difficult for him to adapt.
“You are still unwilling!” Lu Hai said solemnly: “Not everyone can wear the apprentice uniform of Tianxin Dojo. This clothing is made of special material and wearing it has the effect of calming the mind. Of course… it is for psychics.”
“Although…you are not a psychic, I can guarantee that after wearing it, you can rest well every day and be full of energy and vitality.”
That is really a good thing… Fang Yuan looked at it; it turned out that it was especially worn by psychics.
“Okay, you can change it first and see if it fits you well.”
“Okay.” Half a minute later…
Fang Yuan held the clothes in his hand,
Staring at Lu Hai, he said, “Senior, I’ll change clothes. Won’t you go out?”
Lu Hai patted his forehead; they were all old men, …
After Lu Hai went out, Fang Yuan changed his clothes.
Swish!
He stretched out his sleeves, and it still fit, a little loose, but it was better and more comfortable this way.
As for the material… it’s cool and refreshing, but it doesn’t feel cold, and it’s much more comfortable than the silk scarf.
It really is a treasure.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Lu Hai began to knock on the door; Fang Yuan was already dressed.
“OK, I’m done.”
“It’s quite neat.”
“Well…it seems to fit well; you pack it up and take the Espeon with me to the meditation room in 10 minutes.” Lu Hai came in and took a look at Fang Yuan, and said.
“No problem.” Fang Yuan responded and immediately expressed his understanding. Then, he took out the Pokeball and released Eevee, who had evolved into an Espeon.
In the next few days, it was inevitable for Eevee to maintain this form, but the continuous consumption may make it very uncomfortable. In order to slow down consumption, Fang Yuan brought a lot of nutrients. In addition, Espeon can also use the morning light move to restore physical strength. Anyway, it can do two things at once, so it won’t waste time.
It’s just… now that autumn was coming, the sun was not as strong as in summer, and the effect of morning light was not very good, so the recovery may be slower.
…
After 10 minutes, Fang Yuan was brought to a room that looked like a hall.
The environment of this room was very dark as if people were in the dark night, and at the same time, it was divided into many areas.
Fang Yuan looked around and found more than a dozen dojo apprentices sitting cross-legged in their respective areas, closing their eyes and concentrating, and beside them, there was one or more pokemon. These pokemon all had one characteristic they were related to psychic attributes.
“The task of you andEspeon from this afternoon to night is to sit here and concentrate like them… There is also one thing to keep in mind, that is, during this period, don’t think about anything and keep your mind calm.”
Fang Yuan and Espeon: “???”
Want to sit like this…for the whole afternoon? You are not allowed to think about things… We will die! Fang Yuan suspects that he has mistakenly entered a cult of cultivating immortals.
Lu Hai smiled and reassured Fang Yuan. This is what every apprentice must do when he comes here. Fang Yuan was not a long-term apprentice, but he needed to experience at least one afternoon.
Hearing the explanation, Fang Yuan could only accept…
“Let’s go, Espeon.”
Imitating others was Fang Yuan and Espeon’s strength. Fang Yuan quietly sat in the designated place, and Espeon sat opposite Fang Yuan; both closed their eyes.
Hmm… this posture… Fang Yuan suspects that the Espeon will fall asleep directly or the movie from yesterday will be playing back in its head.
Sitting and sitting… the whole room became darker, and Fang Yuan couldn’t feel the passage of time. He tried his best to keep his mind calm, but… he couldn’t.
During this period, two or three dojo staff who were older and not likely to be apprentices came to observe a few times, but they didn’t attract Fang Yuan’s attention.
Fang Yuan didn’t know how long he sat, but it should have been an hour, right?
But what surprised Fang Yuan was that he didn’t feel any physical discomfort. After sitting for so long, although fantastical, sitting was not uncomfortable. This was beyond Fang Yuan’s expectations.
Suddenly, the lights in the room turned on, and the dojo apprentices got up one by one, and they were about to leave. It seemed that the show was about to end. At this moment, a boy next to Fang Yuan looked at Fang Yuan and asked doubtfully, “Are you new? Wait a minute… Your pokemon??”
They had been in the same room for a long time, but he had just found the Espeon next to Fang Yuan. The boy showed an incredulous expression and exclaimed, “You are that, that devil Fang Yuan?”
“I am indeed that Fang Yuan… …” Fang Yuan squeezed out a smile, feeling unnatural, because following the boy’s exclamation, everyone gathered around, looking at Fang Yuan and the Espeon in surprise.
“Get out!”
Fang Yuan was just about to introduce himself when the person Fang Yuan met at the beginning called “Uncle Tao” by Lu Hai came in. Following his instructions, the apprentices immediately slipped away.
These apprentices called the other person, “Teacher Tao.”
Fang Yuan and Espeon originally wanted to go out with them and return to the room, but Uncle Tao stopped Fang Yuan alone and asked him to stay: “How do you feel?”
“Eh…” Fang Yuan looked. Looking at the other party. Can he say nothing?
Without emotion, Fang Yuan could only tell the truth.
“It’s a pity.” Uncle Tao sighed.
“What?” Fang Yuan wondered.
“There is no mental power; you have no talent for Meditation. If you want to become a psychic, even if you have top-level meditation skills, it will take at least ten years to get started, and you can use your mind to blow only leaves away.”
Fang Yuan: “…”
On the side, the Espeon smiled; Fang Yuan’s talent was too bad, not even as good as Magneton’s; it has psychic talent.
“At the same time, if your Espeon wants to learn the meditation moves of Tianxin dojo, it will need very strict and long training. Its mind is too chaotic, and it is difficult to achieve basic Meditation.”
Espeon:?
The Espeon immediately became dissatisfied, and its pupils burned like flames. It likes to turn “impossible” into “possible.”
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