Hunting College

　　 "Many people died because of me"

　　 Zheng Qing thought of the slender red sky pillar he had pushed to, and thought of what the husband had just said. People died like a lamp, and when they died, everything was gone. He felt even more sad.

　　 "How do you know that you didn't save more people?"

Mr. 　　 didn't seem to agree with what he thought of himself, and asked, "I said death is cruel. I hope you will think about your experience during this period of time. Don't be too anxious, let alone self-doubt or self-denial."

　　 "In this world, it is very complicated and difficult to evaluate a person or thing."

"Sometimes, you need to judge a person's good or bad, success or failure of an event based on the results; but sometimes, you also need to evaluate a person based on the starting point. Observe the world in a dialectical manner, It is the most appropriate, safest, and relatively neutral attitude."

　　 "Gold is no pure gold, and no one is perfect. A man is not a sage, and no one can fail."

"If someone introduces you to an event or a person and gives you a position in advance—for example, this person is bad, this thing is bad, the result is very bad, etc.—then you need to keep it right away. Be cautious and vigilant, because what others want you to know is not necessarily a complete portrait."

　　 At this point, the husband touched two small blue and white porcelain bowls from nowhere, pushed one to Zheng Qing, and held the other in his own hands. The young wizard uncovered the lid of the small bowl, which was filled with warm soup, which was clear and translucent. In the morning light, you could see strings of finely chopped oil flowers tumbling at the bottom of the bowl.

　　 Zheng Qing learned Mr.'s appearance, picked up the bowl, and took a careful sip.

The soup was surprisingly refreshing, not greasy at all, and the aroma was just right. It did not give people a mouthful of spices. This reminded Zheng Qing inexplicably of the words that Mr. Zheng said when he ate oranges before—life after pickling in the sun. the taste of.

　　 "How does this chicken soup feel?" Mr. put down the small bowl in his hand and smiled and looked at the young wizard in front of him.

"tastes good."

　　 Zheng Qing felt the warmth and comfort that diffused from his stomach, and praised it sincerely. At the same time, the brain supplemented whether the chicken soup was made by using precious medicinal materials or a deep magic pot. The hand holding the soup bowl couldn't help being more cautious.

　　At the same time, with this thought, he felt the chicken soup flowing wherever he passed, his whole body became warmer, and his mood became more relaxed.

　　 "It's really good to drink some chicken soup when you are tired."

The husband nodded, and reached out to take the small bowl that Zheng Qing drank. In the blink of an eye, the bowl disappeared from Zheng Qing's sight: "It's just that although the chicken soup is good, you can't drink more... Let's continue the previous topic and return to black. The accident in the prison incident."

"You know, I know, and many people also know that it was not your intention that the'sky pillar' collapsed and smashed the defensive circle of the Hell Castle. On the contrary, you want to protect the world and protect more. The wizards...that’s enough. Those wizards who died because of accidents—I won’t forgive you on their behalf, and I hope you don’t forgive yourself completely—but I hope you realize that you have done nothing wrong."

　　 "A good starting point brings bad results, and this kind of thing happens often."

　　 "On the battlefield, any accident can happen. If there is a possibility of accidents and they are restrained, wizards will never achieve what they are today."

　　 "So, bear this heavy heart, raise your head, and keep going forward."

With a generous palm resting on the shoulders of the young wizard, warm and reassuring, Zheng Qing took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it. After feeling the last bit of burden in his heart disappeared, he raised his head and looked at Mr. Smile:

　　 "I'm fine, don't worry."

Mr. 　　 nodded slightly, and patted his shoulder again: "Is there anything else I want to ask? I will be busy during this time, and I may not have time to see you."

　　Without the psychological burden, the series of encounters during this period immediately resembled spring weeds, sprouting and growing wildly from the depths of Zheng Qing's memory, bearing a string of confusing fruits.

　　 For example, the relationship between fantasy dreams and reality, which creatures in fantasy dreams are in several dimensions? What did the guy in the yellow robe that Zheng Qing met when he was dreaming in the dreamland wanted to do? Is Nicholas the mother of the black goat of the forest coveting the school?

　　 For another example, can the husband help him withdraw the punishment of detention on his back? He accidentally punctured the school guarding circle and smashed the small white pagoda on the island of Linzhong Lake. Will he be settled by the school after the autumn? What about the final exam?

　　 One after another question marks popped out of his mind.

　　 Soon, Zheng Qing determined the biggest and freshest question:

　　 "Xuan Huang Guo..."

　　 As soon as these three words were uttered, the husband laughed and raised his hand to make a gesture of peace and tranquility: "Xuan Huangguo is the fuse of this black prison war, but it is not the root cause of the war."

"Everything that happened in the black prison this time broke out after many contradictions and many causes and effects were entangled. For example, the contradiction between wizards and demons, the contradictions between ultra-conservative wizards and progressive wizards, and the existence of certain existences in the depths of the stars. The contradiction between the two, the contradiction between the wizard and the depths of the starry sky, and so on."

　　 "The most urgent and main contradiction is the contradiction between the constant expansion of new forces and the overstabilization of the traditional order. Speaking of which, I also have a little responsibility for this matter."

　　 Zheng Qing opened his eyes in surprise.

The husband helped his glasses, and sighed: "Remember to tell you about my advanced things... Well, you can understand it as a big fish transforming into a bird, leaving the sea, and the huge waves that rolled up The tide spreads in all directions...and many smaller fish can ride on those huge waves to swim to places where they would never have been able to reach in their entire lives."

　　 "The power between wizards and demons was originally balanced, but because of the continuous emergence of high-level demons and high-level wizards in a short period of time, it broke the traditional balance... Those new generations of strong men need to make their own voices."

　　 At this point, the gentleman shook his head, changed the conversation, and returned to the previous question: "So from the beginning, Xuan Huangguo was not the ultimate goal of the wizards, and the Four Seas Demon Ship and the Dark Behemoths were not the wizard's targets."

　　 "The hardliners of the school united with the new generation wizards, using Xuan Huangguo as a primer to induce the demons to enter the home of the dark world, trying to'purify' the demons who are about to enter the legend through a war."

"Hard-line wizards have promoted their toughness, the new generation of wizards have gained their own merits, and those demons who are about to enter the legend also need Xuan Huangguo to add some chances to their advancement... So, from the beginning, this is a game. A war of antagonism and compromise."

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