Hunting College

The medicinal field where 　　wei thorns are located originally belonged to the plant'Di Xiu'.

Emperor Xiu, also known as ‘Not Worrying Wood’, helps others calm down and maintains peace.

There are clouds in the ancient books, the hills with few rooms, and all the grasses and trees form a circle (qun). There is a wooden yan on it, its name is Emperor Xiu, its leaves are like poplars, its branches are five branches, yellow and black, and those who take it are not angry. It means that there is a kind of wood on Shaoshi Mountain, its name is'Dixiu'. Its leaf shape is similar to poplar leaves. The branches cross each other and stretch out in all directions. It has yellow flowers and black fruits. Taking it can make people feel calm. Not angry.

Because of this effect, modern wizards put it among the ‘soothing nerve’ plants. The character of this shrub is similar to its role in pharmacy, both very gentle and courteous.

But under nature's competition rule of survival of the fittest, a humble plant is not a plant that can adapt to the environment. Many vines, vines, grasses and grasses, relying on the gentleness of Dixiu wood, savagely multiply within its root system, arrogantly plundering the nutrients originally belonged to Dixiu.

It's like flavor thorns.

Zheng Qing doubted very much that if there were no protective plantings by wizards, perhaps this kind of magical ancient trees would have disappeared in the long river of history.

When Old Stendhal handed out small bamboo baskets to everyone, the duo who went to the Gobi Desert to catch the "Running Rabbit Erye" had returned with the thin-stemmed plant with yellow flowers and red leaves.

The old gardener went to receive the spoils with a smile on his face. Professor Li Qihuang took the opportunity to gather everyone together and re-emphasized the discipline in the garden.

"Remember what I said to you before entering the garden?" The professor's gaze slowly passed the young and excited faces in front of him, and his voice slightly raised: "Entering the garden: first, listen to the teacher's instructions; second , Don't move; third, listen to the teacher's instructions not to move!"

"Have you done it?" His warning gaze paused briefly on several faces.

Many people lower their heads with guilty conscience.

"Now, Uncle Stendhal has assigned you tasks." Professor Li frowned and added reluctantly: "Although I don't recommend using newcomers who have just entered school for fieldwork, since there is no Opinion, then, I hope you can show the qualities that a good nine people should possess."

"Is there any confidence!"

"Yes." Respondents were scattered among the students.

"Huh?" Professor Li raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Are you confident?"

"Yes!" The answer this time was very simple, neat and full of breath.

The professor nodded in satisfaction and wanted to leave.

Zheng Qing took the opportunity to raise his hand and shook it vigorously.

Several students next to him quickly made room for him to play.

"A problem?" Professor Li's tone became mild again.

"Yes." Zheng Qing glared fiercely at the few dead fellow students who were not dead and poor. He nervously pulled the dull hair on his head and asked: "Why are you not allowed to use magic in the garden?"

"I mean, spells or magic tools should be able to improve our work efficiency to a great extent." He explained it like an explanation, and then threw a puzzle that had troubled him for a long time: "I see Uncle Stendhal's handle It seems that a **** can be turned into many tools. Isn't this magic?"

"Very good." Professor Li always praised valuable questions. He straightened up, looked around with some seriousness, and reiterated the discipline first: "This classmate mentioned magic, which is very good, so I will be strict again. discipline."

"Any unauthorized magic is prohibited from appearing in the Baicao Garden."

Zheng Qing pouted, in other words, the old gardener's pickaxe had been approved.

It seems that I have also noticed some unrestrained emotions among the students. Professor Li organized the language and gave a complete explanation to everyone:

"There are 136,927 kinds of herbs in the garden. There are 372 kinds of herbs in the medicine garden in this environment."

"Every herb is a precious life and a very fragile existence."

"Students who are familiar with pharmaceutical preparation should have had a doubt."

"Why don't we use magic to grind the powder, but use a awkward mortar, pestle, or even different types of knives to slowly process it?"

"Because magic interferes with the nature of the powder."

"It's like a drop of ink falling into a basin of pure water. Even if you can't see the color change, the water is indeed contaminated."

"You must remember, never use materials contaminated by magic to make potions!" Professor Li emphasized his tone and gave an example:

"More than a hundred years ago, in the early twentieth century, the great wizard Tungus of Xianbeelia used screening magic to purify the'blue fluorescence' and modulate the'Final Fantasy', which caused a terrible accident. That terrible explosion is comparable to the destruction spell "Moko Bharata"."

"The sky is full of strange brilliance, as if to show prestige to the Holy Spirit; only a thousand suns can compete with it!"

"So, you must, definitely, don't use magic to deal with your medicine materials."

Professor Li glanced at the horrified people, and smiled: "Of course, you don't need to worry too much. The accident was brewed by a research team. At your level, the potions made with magical contaminated materials are at most It will lose the efficacy of the medicine and will not cause drastic changes."

"The prohibition of magic in Baicao Garden roughly refers to this idea."

"Strict, but can avoid risks to the greatest extent."

"Well, Teacher Li said very well." Uncle Stendhal appeared out of the crowd at some unknown time. He clapped his hands, instructed everyone to scatter into the fields, shouting: "Everyone has a ridge, remember to clean it!"

"Put out the taste thorns and put them in the small baskets for you, don't throw them away. As long as this kind of little things get on the ground, they won't give up the effort to get their roots into the soil!"

Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin grabbed their small bamboo baskets and joined the weeding army with blank faces.

Zheng Qing followed Xiao Xiao, pulling weeds while listening to this encyclopedia explaining all kinds of strange herbs and insects.

In this medicine field, in addition to the thorns, there are many magical plants growing in disorder.

After pulling up the grass for a long time, I was tired. I looked around and there was no supervisor.

The sun above has always been so dazzling.

What a good weather for sleeping.

Zheng Qing found a shady place, sat on the ground, and pulled out Mankiw's "Principles of Rune Structure" from his backpack, intending to rest for a while.

Although he hadn't agreed with Elena to take a talisman lesson, Zheng Qing decided to face it with the most positive attitude.

Therefore, as soon as he has time recently, he has worked hard to supplement the basic theoretical knowledge of Fulu.

"What is the use of this morning glory?" Fatty Xin's surprised voice sounded.

Zheng Qing turned his head, just in time to see Fatty Xin picking up a small pink flower on the edge of the ridge, raising it up and asking aloud.

"No!" Professor Li was shocked, but he couldn't stop it.

Fatty Xin was so scared that he quickly threw away the flower in his hand, for a long while, but there was no discomfort.

"I'm trying to die again." Zheng Qing rubbed his face weakly, very doubting whether the classmates could live safely in this dangerous magical world for four years.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a bowl of flowers." The old gardener waved his hand with a smile not far away, seemingly indifferent: "And that flower is not enough, the effect is only a week at most."

"Playing a bowl of flowers? A week!" Fatty Xin's face immediately turned green.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Uncle Stendhal turned over a piece of hard mud under his feet, broke it with a hoe, got up and smiled: "This flower will only take effect tomorrow. You eat more dinner tonight. The last few days, after a while, it passed. Young people, what are you afraid of about this."

Fatty Xin drooped his head and didn't talk to him.

Under Xiao Xiao's explanation, Zheng Qing suddenly realized.

Like the taste thorns, this small pink flower is also a herb for controlling emotions. It's just that compared to those grasses that can only leave a pungent smell after being crushed, the ancestors who played the bowl of flowers put a powerful curse on their blood.

Any unauthorized flower picking behavior will lose control of the opponent's balance function within a certain period of time. In layman's terms, it means shaking hands afterwards.

For wizards, the most common loss of control is bowling.

Picking this kind of flower, the wizard can easily let the fragile porcelain fall on the floor while serving tea and pouring water to eat.

The ‘hand’ here is a hand in a broad sense, so even if the cursed wizard in the middle uses a spell to serve tea and eat, there is no way to avoid this risk.

"But that flower does indeed look like a morning glory!" On the way after school, Fatty Xin was still brooding about the incident and complaining indignantly.

"I look like it." Zheng Qing patted his shoulder comfortingly, then turned to look at Xiao Xiao next to him: "What is the difference between bowling flowers and morning glory?"

"Read the "Witcher Encyclopedia" by myself." Xiao Xiao became more and more helpless at this look: "The bowl flower is the same as the morning glory and the daffodil ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ are all of the Jiamu Xuanhua family — —In fact, apart from the actual effect, they have little difference in appearance, except that the color of the bowl flower is light and it takes a long time to bloom. It takes about 30 years to bloom once."

"Thirty years!" Zheng Qing looked incredulous: "What's the use of it? Can people become gods?"

"It's useless, it's just that this kind of flower is a necessary trace component to configure the'Yellow Pill'." Xiao Xiao glanced at Fatty Xin: "Generally speaking, a plant can assist in the preparation of a pot of medicine. In terms of value, how Say it varies from person to person."

"Haha, didn't the old gardener tell me, that flower is still unfamiliar!" The fat on Fat Xin's face jumped, and he immediately turned to the subject: "Speaking of which, would you like to go to the alchemy class tomorrow morning? I listen. Senior seniors said that old alchemy professors usually only show up in the first class, and subsequent courses are given to their own teaching assistants."

"Why are you going without class?" Xiao Xiao looked at the fat man suspiciously.

The fat man slapped haha ​​without answering.

"I can't." Zheng Qing followed them listlessly, lamenting: "Tomorrow Friday, the day after Saturday, and I will go on patrol on Saturday. If you are caught skipping class on Friday, I will meet on Saturday. Was called to the office."

"Yes." Fatty Xin looked at him sympathetically, his tone full of rejoicing: "Who called you a public student!"

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