Hunting College

Time in a busy state always flies quickly.

Homework, class, homework, class, in the blink of an eye, it was Saturday.

The bohemian dress that Zheng Qing bought from Lvxifang at a high price was still stuffed in the bag and was not sent out; the magic text that Professor Emma requested to be copied also had ten big pictures, which were not completed; the only thing worth boasting about Only the homework of the old Yao's curse class, with the assistance of Jiang Yu, he completed an analysis report of nearly 10,000 words.

According to Fatty Xin, these texts are slightly polished and an opening report is added, which can be stuffed into the school journal as a student paper.

Zheng Qing is not commenting on this compliment-in fact, he is very suspicious of Fatty Xin's motives to look for manuscripts.

Besides, he has other things to worry about.

Today is Saturday, and tonight is the time for the weekly patrol.

According to the punishment notice issued by the school working committee, Zheng Qing needs to stay on the patrol for one school year. Now it has just passed one month. This is also his fifth time to participate in the night patrol of Linzhong Lake.

Relatively speaking, he is quite familiar with this matter.

He would not hang a catty-heavy amulet around his neck like his first patrol; nor would he carry hundreds of talismans with him, and tie a horse amulet on his leg; even in the book, he did not specifically Added the newly learned little evil curse, but copied the commonly used binding curse several times.

Because he finally understood the words that the old patrolmen were talking about every day.

This is the first university.

That lake is Linzhong Lake of Jiuyou Academy.

Except for a few reckless red chain snakes and a group of sneaky sand bugs, Zheng Qing has never seen a monster more dangerous than a kappa in the past month.

Murlocs are not monsters. Although their intelligence is slightly lower, they belong to a race of wisdom after all, and will not risk the anger of wizards to provoke a group of impulsive little guys.

Compared with those distant dangers, the most annoying thing about night watch is the adjustment of the biological clock.

Zheng Qing needs to start going to bed on Saturday afternoon, then get up in the middle of the night, eat supper, patrol, roll back to the dormitory in the morning and then cover his head to sleep, until noon to get up-the most golden period of the entire weekend was wasted. On the bed.

Simply unforgivable!

The young public-sponsored student felt indignant at the thought of the homework he hadn't finished yet, but was helpless.

You have to fill the pits you dug yourself on your knees.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, he stepped on a point and wandered to the lakeside, with only a gray cloth bag, and he didn't even take out the Fa book from the bag.

Most of the members of the patrol have already arrived.

Zheng Qing found Lin Guo easily.

The young genius of Alpha Academy was riding on the back of a tall black goat, still carrying a small schoolbag, and his long patrol walking stick was placed between the thick plate corners of the black goat, which was very conspicuous.

"Ah! I forgot again!" After greeted Lin Guo, the young public student complained repeatedly: "Yesterday I called Fatty Xin to remind me to bring Poseidon-my little fox-before the patrol today. I forgot it again today."

"It's okay, everyone basically didn't bring a partner." Linguo grabbed a small comb, and patiently combed the goat's back hair, comforting: "Moreover, bringing an animal partner to patrol, you need to report to the school work committee in advance. It’s very troublesome to fill in a lot of materials."

Zheng Qing smacked his lips without saying a word.

He suddenly discovered that he didn't know when he was comforted by a twelve-year-old child.

The black goat tilted his head, looking at the young public servant, his cheeks were squirming slowly, and there was a clear sneer in his eyes.

President Zheng Qing didn't want to laugh at a goat, he could only walk to the center of the patrol team shaking his head and lead his patrol stick.

This is the standard equipment of the patrol team. It is branded with many guardian and expelling spells. It only needs to be swung when used, which is very convenient.

Until all the patrol sticks were distributed, the old man Verne hadn't appeared.

However, the patrol team has been skillfully divided into more than a dozen teams in accordance with past practices. If there is no accident, the follow-up patrol tasks will be completed in small teams, each of which is responsible for patrolling a section of the lakeshore, and the scope and route are very clear.

There are four or five people in each team, and only two people are as few as two, which are divided by the degree of risk of the patrol section.

Zheng Qing and Lin Guo are in the first team. Because they are the only freshmen in the entire patrol team, the old man Verne specially arranged a patrol mission along the lake corridor for them.

You only need to wander back and forth in the lakeside corridor. You will not encounter long worms in the grass, and you will not "encounter" murlocs who come out to hunt for wild food. At most, you will be able to see the bald heads of a few kappa. This is a very safe patrol mission.

In this regard, others have no objection.

When the old man Verne came to the lake, he was already in the sky.

"Today is the sixth day of the sixth day of Wu Zi, Xin Youyue, Ding Chouri. The sky is clear and the sky is clear. There are no taboos. Don't doze off when you patrol!" The old man Verne held a cane in one hand and a suspicious one in the other. The paper bag has a red face.

There was a burst of relaxed laughter from the crowd.

"Do you all know the area you are responsible for?" The old man's cane paused heavily on the grass, startling a few small bugs that were stacking Arhats.

The old hound next to him flicked his tail calmly and moved a few steps away from the old man's cane.

"Know..." The patrol team responded sparsely.

"Do you all know the patrol route?" the old man raised his cane and asked loudly.

"Know!" A neat roar came from the lake.

"What are you waiting for?!" The old man waved his cane: "Let's go! My patrol members!"

Zheng Qing followed the noisy team with a black line on his face, holding Lin Guo's black sheep in one hand and dragging the patrol stick in the other, and walked weakly towards the corridor.

The Linzhong Lake Night Patrol Team's patrol range covers the entire Linzhong Lake, including the promenade around the lake and the lakeside forests.

The patrol area of ​​Zheng Qing and Lin Guo is in a section of the promenade around the lake on the west side of the lake. The length is less than 500 meters, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk back and forth.

Many fruit trees such as peaches, plums, apricots, and dates were planted on the side of the promenade, attracting a large number of wild light bugs to **** the sap, and it was the only patrol area covered by lights.

On the other side of the promenade is an oblique grass slope, and the bottom line of the grass **** is Linzhong Lake.

Walking on the promenade, one side is a sparkling lake, and the other is a fruit forest full of lights and insects. The scenery is pleasant.

However, the interesting scenery is repeated dozens of times, and after hundreds of times, it will be as little as clear soup, and it is not interesting at all.

The night is still long.

This boring scene will be seen for a long time.

Zheng Qing had to work hard to find some topics to pass the grind time.

Thinking of time, he couldn't help but think of Linguo's slightly confusing time concept, and then he thought of an old man he met in front of the school working committee office building a long time ago.

A word that the old man said--

‘Throw away time, there is no magic in this world’.

He pondered it carefully, and felt that Mr. Wu seemed to have said something similar, so he couldn't help but shake it out and tried to discuss it with Lin Guo.

In his opinion, Linguo may have a different view on this point.

But to his surprise, Linguo showed a thousand percent agreement with that sentence.

"No problem at all...Time was originally the most powerful force in the world." The little boy carried a patrol cane, followed Zheng Qing step by step, and answered seriously.

"Too absolute..." Zheng Qing shook his head, disagreeing with such absolute rhetoric: "Everything has two sides~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Time may be powerful, but it cannot cover everything..."

"Yes!" Ling Guo's voice rose slightly, "Time can measure everything!"

"Measure everything?" Although there is some meaning to Lin Guo's words, Zheng Qing still sneered at this sentence: "Time is time. Can it measure the real things such as distance and space? It can measure the illusions of wisdom and love. Things? Can it measure truth?"

"Yes!" Linguo nodded solemnly: "For example, distance, what you use to measure distance, isn't it the length of time? For example, wisdom, something that a smart person understands in three minutes, a fool takes three months to respond. Come here. As for the truth, who knows more? Only at the end of endless time and space, maybe there is truth."

Zheng Qing was speechless, always feeling wrong, but he felt very reasonable and couldn't refute it.

What I care about with this little kid, let alone a child with schizophrenia and time abnormality-he can only comfort himself with the Ah-Q spirit in the end. .

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