Hunting College

Zheng Qing originally thought that wizards would not have to spend the Dragon Boat Festival.

He turned over the tomb of "Annals of Ancient Wizards" very early, and did not find a great wizard named Qu Yuan in it. Maybe there are, but certainly not to the point where wizards use festivals to commemorate them.

This made him a little grateful for no reason-finally no need to eat rice dumplings this year.

As a food with multiple identities such as commemorative, festive, and traditional, zongzi and moon cakes have never been favored by Zheng Qing. Every time I eat them, it's like taking medicine, and I can swallow a lot of soup. But limited by customs, I have to eat.

Especially the mooncakes and zongzi now contain many weird fillings, such as hawthorn, durian, and egg yolk. Zheng Qing grew up in the north. When I ate salty rice dumplings, I was taken aback and surprised his heresy.

But this fortune only lasted until the last week of May.

On Thursday morning, Zheng Qing finished his morning class and returned to the dormitory as usual, and found that there were many dragon-related symbols on the campus. The school workers in gray robes are busy, fixing dry dragons to many tree trunks. Those Panlong seemed to be refined from real Jiaolong corpses, and looked lifelike, like living creatures.

When some students approached curiously and wanted to touch them, those withered dragons would stare and spit out scary smoke.

"Are there any activities today?" After returning to the dormitory, the young public-sponsored student casually mentioned the movement outside, and then saw the busy Fatty Xin and Dylan, and raised his eyebrows:

"What are you doing?"

In the dormitory, Dylan was standing on a low stool, tiptoe, hanging a straw ring of calamus and wormwood on a blank wall. The nameplates of the four residents of the 403 dormitory are hung on the grass ring, tied with red thin threads. When the wind is out of the hall, the nameplates are slightly flicked, making a pleasant wooden knocking sound.

This is very strange, because Dylan should lie in the coffin and sleep at this time. Not in the coffin now, just like ordinary people staying up until one or two in the evening.

And Fatty Xin held a big bamboo basket, circled Dylan's short stool, and danced the Wuzhu dance, babbling and chanting strange spells that the school circle couldn't translate.

After hearing Zheng Qing's question, Fatty Xin just glanced at him and continued to sing and dance.

Dylan replied happily with his back turned back: "You just came back...Help me see if this grass loop is upright? Every time I go down, I always think it's a bit crooked."

Zheng Qing raised his head and looked at it for a moment.

Finally nodded reluctantly: "It's okay... I don't see it is crooked. You can leave this kind of thing to the elves, they must be more upright than you."

A few elves holding hot towels and Zheng Qing's morning floated aside, and heard the words, they made a sound of "xixi" approval.

"Sense of ritual, understand? Sense of ritual." Dylan jumped off the low stool, shook his fingers solemnly, and corrected: "Some things must be done personally to have the corresponding effect."

"So, what effect do you want by doing this?" Zheng Qing asked patiently, and finally made a little joke: "Do you want to prevent foreign gods from invading?"

The fermentation lasted for four or five days, so that more and more students of the First University discussed the news about the outer gods. In the newspapers, professionals continue to'discover' new evidence that the'students' addiction to goat's milk' in schools and some missing cases of sheep pets are related to the existence of a certain person in the depths of the starry sky.

The school had to issue multiple announcements in succession to assure everyone that the First University is always the safest place in the wizarding world, and any unauthorized intrusion will be strongly countered by the school.

This eased the anxiety of the students' parents to a certain extent, but there was no way to stop the enthusiasm of the young wizards for discussion.

Especially near the end of the period.

The heavy academic pressure makes many people feel nervous, and any external disturbances will arouse great interest. Not to mention that the external ‘turbulent movement’ this time was a bit loud.

As far as Zheng Qing knows, a certain club has opened a gambling handicap. Whether the gambling school will have a face-to-face conflict with the existence in the depths of the starry sky, buying is very hot.

"What's the effect?" Dylan slapped the blades of grass on his robe and tilted his head: "Of course it is to ward off evil spirits and pray for blessings... As for the prevention of alien invasion, perhaps. Don't everyone do this during the Dragon Boat Festival. "

"Dragon Boat Festival?!" Zheng Qing raised his voice and shouted.

Fatty Xin’s Wu Zhuwu finally came to an end. He stuffed the bamboo basket under the nose of the young public servant and snorted: "Hurry up, take one... and throw away the meat buns in your hand. How can anyone eat meat buns in the morning of Dragon Boat Festival? statement!"

Zheng Qing watched two guys with foreign faces solemnly chatting with him about the Dragon Boat Festival, and he felt a funny feeling in his heart.

"Do the wizards also spend the Dragon Boat Festival?" he muttered, looking at the triangular rice dumplings wrapped in the bamboo basket, his heart slowly writhed with despair: "Why do you also eat rice dumplings? I read "Ancient Wizards History, there is no Qu Yuan on it!"

"It's definitely not on "History of Ancient Wizards". You need to look for it in "The Yearbook of Legendary Wizards", maybe you can find his name." Xiao Xiao's voice sounded behind Zheng Qing: "...Excuse me, I want a bacon dumpling. ."

The next sentence he said to Fatty Xin.

The fat man quickly pulled out a four-cornered rice dumpling from the basket and stuffed it into the doctor's hand. Zheng Qing also picked up a triangular rice dumpling with two fingers, and began to untie the twine on the zong leaf with a frown.

"Why did you go to morning class just now?" The young public student tilted his head and glanced at Xiao Xiao: "I just said hello to someone, and you disappeared in a blink of an eye..."

"Go under the cat fruit tree and look at the dog." Xiao Xiao quickly peeled off the zong leaves, took a bite of the deep red glutinous rice, and said vaguely: "...as you said, that dog is suspicious. ."

"Have you found anything abnormal?" Zheng Qing immediately came to his mind.

"No." Xiao Xiao took another big mouthful of rice dumplings, and licked his shiny fingers by the way, and shook his head: "Exorcising evil spirits, detecting demons, revealing appearance... I used them all again, no abnormalities were found... except that it would meow call."

"Don't you like to eat rice dumplings?" Fatty Xin interrupted abruptly, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Zheng Qing lowered his head and glanced at the triangular rice dumpling in his hand. He had just bitten off a small corner. And Xiao Xiao has reached out to take the second rice dumpling from the bamboo basket.

"I don't like ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zheng Qing shook his head honestly: "I always feel that foods such as rice dumplings and moon cakes have been over-processed and have lost some of their natural flavors. "

"Hey, what you said sounds like Ise Ni said." Fatty Xin blinked and laughed:

"Last time I chatted with Iseni, he said,'Some murlocs complained that processed foods, such as pickled toads and pickled frogs, lost their natural taste and became another thing. As everyone knows, it is pickled. The process of cooking preserves the original nature of the food to the greatest extent. Frogs and toads that have not been pickled will become rancid if they are kept for less than a month.'"

"It's like witches use cosmetics." Dylan approached and discussed with interest: "Witches use all kinds of essential oils and foundations to wipe their faces. The essence is the same as that of bacon... The biggest difference is nothing more than One is to preserve the fragrant taste of people so that the appearance can be preserved for a longer time; the other is to preserve the fragrant taste of food to preserve the nutrition for a longer time."

Zheng Qing looked down at the little zongzi in his hand and sighed heavily.

He had no idea why the good-looking topic would jump from the dog on the cat fruit tree to the witch cosmetics.