Hunting College

　　 "Professor! Professor Li!"

Duan Xiaojian, who had ran to Uncle Stendhal to beg for advice, suddenly jumped outside the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Voice low," Downton said dissatisfied not far away: "Pay attention to the image!"

Onlookers quickly revealed a gap, allowing the messenger to pass through the wall.

Jiang Yu quickly raised his head, eyes full of expectation.

"Uncle Stendhal said that the latest batch of grass has just been sprouted and there are no ready-made fruits." Duan Xiaojian squeezed through the crowd and brought bad news to everyone.

Jiang Yu's face suddenly lost his blood and turned pale.

"No?" Professor Li frowned.

Zheng Qing glanced at the little witch worriedly, wondering in his heart that if there were no special herbs, the professor would definitely take Li Meng to the school hospital for treatment.

As a result, this trip to the Baicao Garden is about to come to an end.

"Where is this kind of grass?" He poked Xiao Xiao next to him, and inquired: "Wandering, can you find it?"

As a friend of Jiang Yu, he felt that he had a responsibility to do something.

Especially when she helped herself so much not long ago.

Before Xiao Xiao could answer, Duan Xiaojian, who was standing in front of Professor Li, opened his palms and added: "Uncle Stendhal gave me a few leaves and said what Migu's leaves are, they are also useful. here you are."

Professor Li took the few leaves.

There was a hint of tension in Jiang Yu's eyes on the side.

"Miscellaneous." The professor reappeared with a smile. He corrected Duan Xiaojian's name and explained to everyone: "These leaves are the leaves of Miscellaneous wood. Its effect is similar to that of grass. It is used here. It's also very suitable."

The onlookers were relieved.

"Why are you gasping for breath!" Zheng Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.

He encircled Duan Xiaojian's neck, strangled it hard, and complained loudly, "You can easily get beaten in our class like this, you know?"

There was a chuckle from the crowd.

The professor squeezed the leaf in his hand, raised his head, looked at Jiang Yu, and comforted: "To be precise, the effect of the leaves of'Mihumu' is much stronger than that of'strip grass', so don't worry."

Jiang Yu took a long breath, bit his lip, and nodded heavily.

"Miscellaneous?" Zheng Qing poked Xiao Xiao beside him.

Xiao Xiao glanced at him blankly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Zheng Qing pretended to just remembered, and smiled: "I forgot that your notebook is not with you...Of course, you can answer this question after you leave the garden."

"Childish!" Xiao Xiao twitched the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth and explained: "The head of the Magpie Mountain is called swagger. There are many laurels and golden jade on the mountain. There is grass Yan, which looks like a leek and is green, and its name is Zhu The rest is not hungry when you eat. There is a wooden yan, whose shape is like a grain but has a black pattern, and its four photos are blooming. The name is "bewildered, but not fascinated."

"Very standard." When Professor Li heard this explanation, he turned his head in surprise, looked at Xiao Xiao, and said with a thumbs up: "The Encyclopedia of Wizards can only give so many definitions...according to me In the general requirements of the classroom, you should also be awarded a credit."

Xiao Xiao smiled reservedly, bowed to thank him, and then glanced at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing shrugged, lowered his head and began to observe the professor's handling of the few leaves.

"Remember, spells are forbidden in the Baicao Garden."

After emphasizing, Professor Li took out a white jade mortar from his pocket and threw the fascinating leaves into it.

Zheng Qing remembered Jiang Yu's actions not long ago, and couldn't help but wink his eyes at the female squad leader. Jiang Yu's face showed a blush, without making a sound.

The professor seemed to have forgotten what Jiang Yu used magic to check for Li Meng not long ago, and while grinding carefully, he slowly explained to the students:

"Under normal circumstances, the leaves of the'Wandering Wood' will be made by wizards as accessories and hung on the body to resist the confusion of psychedelic formations, and used as a navigation guide, which is quite effective. This is also the most basic of the'Wandering Wood'. Instructions."

"But like all magic plants, wizards can always find their deeper principles of action in long practice."

"Like Mimu."

"Through sufficient experiments and tests, the wizards have confirmed that the reason why the lost tree is'not to be confused' is because it has a potential symbol. In other words, this plant has spirituality and can anchor the mind of the wizard. "

"This is how it awakens the dead."

"Unclear eyes, unclear eyes, dark and no light are called faint, confusion called faint, and loss of consciousness called faint."

"Lost wood Juehua streamed light, showing down to the sky, setting down a spiritual mark. If your mind is fixed, you will faint."

While talking, the leaves in the mortar had been crushed into fleshy flesh, and the spirituality in the lost woods was forced out of the cells by the jade pestle, mixed with fine foam, and gathered a dark green juice.

Professor Li took out the glass measuring cup and the strainer, after filtering out the residue, he poured the remaining small cup of leaf juice directly into Li Meng's mouth.

"Doesn't this prescription need any medicine?" a student next to him asked aloud.

"No need." Professor Li shook his head and added: "Actually, this is not a complete prescription. It is just adapted to the disease. Similar to this kind of symptomatic medicine for'confusion to cure confusion', the purer the medicine. , The effect is more pronounced."

Before the concoction was poured into his mouth, Li Meng's originally hollow eyes became a little bit brighter.

Jiang Yu let out a long sigh.

The crowd onlookers burst into cheers.

"Quiet!" Squad leader Downton tried to control the situation behind the team again: "Don't mess up, keep order!"

When the little witch was completely awake, the earth dragon in front of the team also shook the ground and disappeared between the fields.

Uncle Stendhal stood by the side of the road and greeted the freshmen to continue marching into the depths of the garden.

"Hurry up, you little guys!" shouted the old school worker standing not far in front with a pickaxe: "If you plan to dismiss get out of class earlier, hurry up."

The freshmen hurriedly moved on at the urging of Professor Li.

"Is it easy for a spirit witch to faint?" Zheng Qing walked in the middle of the team, looking at the little witch who hung her head in Jiang Yu's arms, couldn't help but smile: "It hasn't been a month since school started, you fainted twice. Second, tut."

He shook his head unfinishedly.

Jiang Yu gave him a weird look and said nothing.

"Go to hell!" The little witch broke free of her cousin's restraints, and pushed her broken-mouthed public student to the side of the road.

Zheng Qing staggered back a few steps, and suddenly felt like his calf was hit hard by a hammer, his knees numb, and he couldn't help screaming, bending his legs and knelt on the ground.

"Huh!" He cried out painfully, then looked up at the perpetrator.

Not far from him, a few tall shrubs were shaking their branches, smashing out bean-like things, and together with them, they knocked a few students nearby.

These beans burst instantly after hitting the protective clothing, splashing a pool of paint-like liquid, firmly sticking to the protective clothing. The protective clothing of the dragon's cortex made a corroding sound under this liquid, and whispered white smoke. A stench evaporates and spreads around.

The already tense team immediately fell into chaos again.

"It's not worrying!" Elder Stendhal hurried to the scene of the accident from the front of the team. UU reading www.uukanshu.com was rather helpless for these new students who constantly appeared: "You can't be in the middle of the road safely and securely. Go for a while?"

Zheng Qing smiled dryly and lowered his head.

"What the **** is this," Li Meng cried out, clutching his nose, "It smells so bad!"

"Know that it smells?" Old Stendhal tilted his head, glanced at her, and taught: "If you walk on the road honestly, you won't trigger the defense mechanism of these black-leaf stink beans, so you don't need to smell it. It smells bad."

Li Meng's mouth was flat and there was no sound.

While nagging, the old gardener dug a handful of fresh soil from the feet of the black-leaf stink bean plant, and poured some water from the copper pot on his waist, mixed with the soil, mixed into mud, and wiped it on the ground. A new student in protective clothing contaminated with petit beans.

"Okay," the old man's rough big hand patted Zheng Qing's calf forcefully, shouting: "When the mud is dry, it will be fine. Now, you are on your way right away!"

"Honestly walk along the middle of the road!"

"Stop doing things!"

Li Meng hung his head in Jiang Yu's arms again in frustration, looking a little dejected.

Zheng Qing grinned, limped to follow the team, and continued to walk deep into the garden.

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