Hunting College

　　 The school working committee office building is located on a small continent in the water.

　　 Across the vast water, the dark silent forest quietly surrounds the small continent, blocking the eyes of those prying eyes, forming a solid barrier.

　　 The breeze circulates around this small world with water vapor from outside the city. The feeling of dampness flows soothingly in the air, which is refreshing.

　　 In the grass, the textile girl started to sing a little song with her voice "weaving, weaving, weaving, weaving" intermittently.

　　 The water surface was calm in summer and early autumn, and the sand was clear and white. A big yellow duck climbed ashore with a group of babies and swaggered past the eyes of the young wizards.

　　Because he just returned from drifting in the water, the big yellow duck left behind a string of wet watermarks. The ducklings fluttered their wings, stepping on the traces left by the mother duck, and marching in a neat line.

　　 They walked awkwardly through the weeping willow forest on the shore.

　　 The slender twigs of the weeping willow fell together in the breeze, and the emerald green willow leaves collided together, making a pleasant rustle.

　　 The willow tree has not been pruned, and its thick branches are bent toward the water, like worshippers, showing their piety to the Silent Forest.

　　 An old man leaned against one of the weeping willows, resting in the shade of the evening.

　　 This weeping willow stands next to a small pier protruding to the water. A piece of bark in the middle of the trunk has been scraped off, revealing a white wood. On it, the four characters ‘Lishe’ and ‘Want Jin’ are engraved in large black letters.

　　 "It's a good sign." Zhang Jixin pointed to the word'Wenjin', and looked at his friends with a smile: "Maybe this is the right way."

　　 He rushed to the old man first, but did not ask.

　　 A large blue checkered cotton cloth is spread under the tree. The old man is holding a thick bamboo tube, leaning lazily against the bottom of the tree, squinting his eyes, and sitting cross-legged.

　　 seemed to notice someone in front of him, so he raised his eyelids slightly.

　　 Zhang Jixin took a step forward, sang a fat voice, and asked roughly:

　　 "Excuse me, do you know how to get up to the school work committee building?"

　　 While talking, other freshmen also came under the weeping willow.

　　 The old man raised an eyelid and looked at Zhang Jixin, muttering in his mouth for a long time, and finally only spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

　　 Xiao Xiao patted his book, and cleared the old man's phlegm on the ground.

　　 The old man grinned, grinned a few times, and said with a hoarse voice: "No hurry, no hurry, just wait."

　　 After hearing the words, a few people only stood there and waited quietly.

　　 The old man stretched out his thin, browned fingers and put them into his waist pocket, carefully pulling out a tuft of golden filaments, slowly rubbing them into a small bamboo tube protruding from the side of the bamboo tube.

　　 A gray-white handkerchief was spread around him, and a lot of bits and pieces were placed on it.

　　 After the shredded tobacco was rubbed in, the old man's thin fingertips slid over the odds and ends, and finally picked up a black stone and a blade-like object.

　　 He grabbed the stone in one hand and the black blade in the other, rubbing them together heavily.

　　 "Flap! Pop! Pop!"

　　 The crisp percussion broke the tranquility of the water.

　　 The cries of the weaver mother stopped abruptly. Not far away, the group of ducklings, led by the mother duck, squatted quickly in the grass pretending to be dead.

　　 A cluster of orange sparks splashed out from the blade and projected onto the tobacco.

　　The shredded tobacco began to emit green smoke repeatedly.

　　 The old man held his mouth to the bamboo tube and took a long breath. The bubbling sound in the bamboo tube lasted for a long time.

　　 "Is this smoking a hookah?" Zheng Qing heard Lin Guo's quiet and curious question behind him.

　　 "Maybe." Zhang Jixin rubbed his scalp and said boringly, "Why don't you use magic? With this slow method, you have to smoke a cigarette for an afternoon."

　　 "Puff puff."

　　 A series of white smoke rings sprayed out of the old man's nostrils. The big snares and the small ones were intertwined. It was very funny. Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing.

　　 The old man laughed too.

He knocked the small bamboo tube, brushed away the remaining soot, paused, then took out the tobacco from his waist pocket, and slowly said, "I'm very young, it's a long time, so anxious. What are you doing?"

　　 "We still have things! Very anxious!" Zhang Jixin went back and forth anxiously.

"What's the rush? Things don't come in a hurry. Do it slowly, and everything can be done." The old man carefully rubbed a bunch of new tobacco into the small bamboo tube, not missing a single tobacco, that was meticulous and slow. The look makes everyone a little crazy.

"I'll help you light a cigarette." Zheng Qing saw that thin hand reached the gray-white handkerchief again, and quickly pulled out a piece of talisman from the gray cloth bag, and couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you use the technique? ?"

　　 "Spell?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise and shook his arm. The flint and blade collided again: "Isn't it a spell that I used? Who said that a spell can only be used by chanting spells and patting books?"

　　 As he spoke, the flint and the blade slammed together, and a bunch of golden sparks burst out.

　　 "But this is just ordinary flint and iron pieces!" Zheng Qing was puzzled.

　　 "Oh, young people nowadays, their brains are so rigid." The old man murmured, another long mouthful of hookah.

　　 "Fire, originally the most powerful spell in this world!"

　　 "What you think you are used to, is actually beyond our ancestors' dreams."

"You see a book today that can ignite, discharge, alchemy, and make medicine, and it can produce all kinds of magical effects. UU read www.uukanshu.com and said it is magic. Don’t you know, long ago, our ancestors saw it The spark from the wood will be respected as a miracle! Throw away time, there is actually no magic in the world."

　　 In the grass, a few ducklings could not bear their loneliness, sneaking out from under the wings of the female duck, chasing a few jumping crickets.

　　 In the crevice, the Weaver Lady seemed to have adapted to the occasional percussive sound, and started ‘weaving, weaving’ with her throat again.

　　 The old man smoked a few hookahs, shook his head, and finally lazily pointed to the building not far away, and said: "It's almost done. Go in. The destination you are going to is behind you."

　　 "Behind?" Zhang Jigu turned his head and glanced, and as expected, a building not far away revealed an entrance that looked like a grin. He cheered and ran away.

　　 After thanking him, Xiao Xiao and others also left behind.

　　 Only Zheng Qing left, looked behind him blankly, and realized it after a long while. He blushed, thanked the old man, and ran after the figures in front of him.

　　 Behind him, there was a burst of hearty laughter.

　　 "This kid has a good chance." Old Yao grabbed his pipe and said to the old man with a smile, smoking out of nowhere.

　　 "Hahahaha." The old man nodded in satisfaction, paused the pipe in his hand, drew out a small handful of shredded tobacco, and laughed: "Good turn, good turn! Would you like to come?"

　　 "But I don't know if he really realized that the door is behind him!" Old Yao cheerfully took the tobacco, stuffed it into his smoking pipe, and said.

　　 "It's good to see it! What is ignorant is chance, what is clear is good fortune."

　　 The sky gradually dimmed, and two long figures and the faint smoke were trapped.