Hunting College

Hearing the professor's teasing, Zheng Qing smiled bitterly.

"I deserve it."

The young public servant murmured, his mind flashed once again over the slender red sky pillar on the battlefield of the black prison, and the inner fort wall that was crushed by the sky pillar, and the collapsed figure under the wall couldn't help sighing heavily.

"Very interesting gift."

The professor repeated, holding the pot of mushrooms in his hand, and leaning into the sun to take a picture: "I see, this is a shade-loving plant, the sun will make it curl up its cap and be covered with red spots... After a while, he died."

Zheng Qing stared at the death cap slowly curled up in the sun, without making a sound. The reaction of the death hat in the sun is a bit like the reaction of a mimosa after being touched by a person, but compared to ordinary plants, the reaction of magic plants is more sensitive. This is in stark contrast to the changes he made after becoming a wizard.

When he was an ordinary middle school student, he was always extremely sensitive to subtle changes in the outside world; but when he became a wizard and experienced many things, he started to be a little slow.

It's just that the dean of Jiuyou Academy didn't care about the subtle feelings in the boy's heart. He held up the death hat for other purposes.

"Mushroom is a very special creature."

The professor carefully looked at the mushrooms curled up in the sun. After speaking, he paused, and then continued: "They grow in the dark underground world, accompanied by the breath of death all the year round, but never really die...from life to death, It grows again from the decomposed corpse...This is an ancient cycle."

cycle.

Zheng Qing inexplicably thought of a snake with a tail in his mouth, and then thought of the fat wizard Seprano from Alpha Academy, and thought of his becoming the younger brother of the pig demon, the cruel picture he saw when he first set foot in the wizarding world.

"But they are really dead."

Zheng Qing anxiously and rudely interrupted the Dean of Jiuyou Academy, with a tired voice: "Because of my fault, they really died."

"Sorry, I know this is sensitive."

The professor put down the pot of mushrooms and looked at the boy gently: "But I have to tell you that death is more complicated than you think... I will not say it is a great adventure, nor will I say it is a new journey. I can only say that it is not fixed. For wizards, death has a higher meaning."

"Like this death hat, life and death are intertwined for all its time. Sometimes the beginning is the end, and sometimes the end is also a new beginning... A famous person in the Charles II era in the late seventeenth century The wizard, Joseph Granville once said a very famous saying-"The reason why people die is not to surrender to angels, nor to surrender to death, but the will is too weak to support themselves anymore." "

"I will give it to you today."

"The reason why people are depressed is not because of succumbing to angels, or surrender and death, but because the will is not strong enough to support increasingly powerful souls."

"In short, these heavy topics, after you recover, you can go to the library to find the answers yourself."

Having said that, Professor Yao patted the boy on the shoulder, the seriousness on his face was swept away, and he smiled narrowly: "Now, we can talk about a more relaxed topic... For example, the owner of the two pots, Jiang Student Yu, and Senator Su."

After a few seconds, he seemed to think of something again, and raised his eyebrows: "If you remember correctly, you have a good relationship with classmate Jelena? I like these girls very much...Of course, not the way you like it. Same."

Zheng Qing flushed and opened his mouth, trying to explain something, but was interrupted by the professor's powerful gesture.

"I see."

The professor took out the pipe, stuffed it in his mouth, and smiled: "I've been young too...young man, with a big heart, and more active thinking...but I remind you as a person who comes by, you must do everything within your power. , Enough to stop... Just like Senator Su, there are no 10,000 or 8,000 outstanding wizards in the wizarding world who chase Senator Su. If they know..."

"It's not what you think." The boy had to raise his voice and interrupt the professor's gibberish: "We are innocent!"

The professor blinked and tapped his pipe.

Furfur.

He spit out a string of smoke rings and shook his head: "This is boring... Ordinary wizards may not have heard, but so many great wizards, including the big demon, can testify what Senator Su said. I need to call them up. A few memories? Or do you need me to catch that little fox in front of you? I remember it was called Neptune or Poseidon?"

Zheng Qing was speechless, speechless for a while.

Fortunately, this is the ward.

Smoking is not allowed in the ward.

Less than three seconds after Professor Yao's smoke ring came out, dozens of elves swarmed in, grabbing the old wizard's hair, collar and robe corners, screaming, and threw him out.

This greatly relieved the young public-sponsored student.

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A group of little elves are naturally unable to throw a legendary wizard out of the ward unless he volunteers. Zheng Qing looked at the figure of Professor Yao leaving, suddenly felt that the pressure that was originally pressed deep in his heart seemed to have been thrown out by the little elves, and became much more relaxed.

He turned his head and looked at the professor's erythema, almost dead poisonous amanita placed on the windowsill.

After a long while, he murmured, and said to himself: "Death...It's so simple...Death is not a steak. There is a difference between five-point death and seven-point death..."

Bang bang bang.

Several brisk applause sounded in the ears.

Zheng Qing was taken aback and turned around and found that Mr. Wu had come to his ward at some unknown time, sitting cross-legged on his hospital bed, peeling a full orange.

When he saw the oranges, he immediately smelled the refreshing fragrance that permeated the ward.

He noticed the surprised look of the boy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mr. raised the orange in his hand and asked with a smile: "Would you like to have one? It tastes so good, it makes you feel like you have a taste of life after pickling in the sun..."

"gentlemen!"

There was a hint of surprise in Zheng Qing's eyes. He wanted to rush up, but felt something wrong. He raised and lowered his arms, appearing a little cautious. Compared with him, the shadows under his feet are more presumptuous. Several slender black shadows stick out from Zheng Qing's shadow, grabbing the corners of Mr.'s robe like an octopus, and a series of ink dots splashing out of the shadows. , Like spring water, like a crying scene in a cartoon.

Mr. Wu stuffed the last few oranges into his mouth.

Then he wiped his hands and patted comfortably the shadow hanging on the corner of his robe.

"Don't worry, you are still free."

After comforting him, he raised his head and looked at Zheng Qing, with a satisfied look in his eyes: "The analogy just now is good. Death is not a steak... death is death. It is always very, complete, and does not compromise. It is. Not romantic at all, but the most true cruelty."