Hunting College

The seat of the three wizards in the first row indicated that the opening ceremony of the school hunting club was officially opened.

With a light breeze, the changing white clouds on the blue sky disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

In the center of the hunting ground, the originally tumbling and stirring mist gradually calmed down. Whether it was the dormant horned dragon or the small fish that re-hatched, they disappeared silently in the depths of the thick fog, and disappeared.

Although there were occasional whispers among the surrounding audience, they were quickly infected by the gradual dignity of the atmosphere, and slowly fell silent.

Only the flags waving in the wind on the dozens of pillars at the end of the hunting ground are still hunting.

Jiuyou College is the undertaking college for the hunting club this year.

Therefore, as the dean of the college, Professor Yao naturally assumed the responsibility of presiding over the opening ceremony.

"The robe that Lao Yao wore today is too bright." Zheng Qing muttered, turning the telescope in his hand farther.

In the lens, there is a waxy face with a serious expression.

Today, Lao Yao didn't wear the black robe that he would normally do. Instead, he wore a large, gorgeous red robe. The surface of the robe is covered with talisman hooked by gold and silver threads; there are some shiny jade buttons on the neckline and cuffs; the corners of the robe are converged with black lines, giving a gorgeous but not impetuous and conspicuous But a solemn feeling.

"That's the robe of the Dean of Jiuyou College," Xiao Xiao's small voice sounded next to him: "If you look at the school's previous big jokes in the library, you can recognize this suit..."

"Dajiao?" Zheng Qing grasped the brass telescope in his hand, feeling a little absurd in his heart.

Jiao means sacrifice.

Dajiao, as the name suggests, is a grand ceremony.

This was originally a ritual term used by Taoist priests to pray and celebrate, but it was used solemnly by wizards at the'School Games' in a wizarding university, which always gave people a magical feeling.

Regardless of how young public-funded students complain, the ceremony on the podium is always going on properly.

It's just that, after all, this is a wizarding university.

Professor Yao did not build altars for sacrifices, chant sutras and repentance like Taoists, nor did he step into battles, pinch and chant mantras.

He cleaned his hand in a small golden copper basin, wiped it clean with a white towel, then put on three sticks of incense, and bowed three times.

The three slender incense sticks seemed to be thrown into the fire, and after three bows, they burned into a fine dust.

The professor did not gather those fine ash.

But let them drift by the wind, dissipating in the huge hunting ground.

"Who is he worshiping?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Xiao Xiao: "I never knew that a wizard still needs to burn incense to worship..."

"There are many things you don't know... and none of them are so reasonable." The doctor set up his telescope, held the notebook in one hand, and quickly made notes, while he put one eye on the telescope and observed carefully. The movement on the rostrum can distract and chat with Zheng Qing at the same time.

This greatly admired the young public-funded students.

"So, what on earth is he worshiping?" Zheng Qing asked persistently.

"Maybe it's heaven and earth, maybe it's nature, maybe it's just history... Many people have discussed this question, but the official has never given a clear answer. If you become the dean of Jiuyou College, you can tell the truth about it. Me." Xiao Xiao shrugged and replied vaguely. At the same time, his men worked like flying pens without stopping for a moment.

Zheng Qing turned his head in disappointment and put his eyeballs into the telescope again.

On the podium.

Professor Yao held up a heavy book in his hands at some time.

The wooden cover, the heavy pages, and the five-color gems embedded on the spine and cover of the book gleam in the sun. Even after a long distance, Zheng Qing could clearly see the seven colors of light surging through the turning of the book.

"Fog Grass..." Zheng Qing murmured, as if feeling something, staring at the book holder intently.

The professor was standing on the podium with the book in his left hand.

The expression is serious and dignified.

Those dazzling little eyes scorched and looked around, easily attracting the attention of everyone on the hunting ground.

Then he gently raised his right hand and pressed it emptyly on the book.

Zheng Qing suddenly felt that his heart and lungs had been suppressed by some kind of mysterious, shrunk into a ball, making him feel suffocated.

This is not how he feels alone.

As Professor Yao raised his hand and pressed it, the entire hunting ground was suddenly enveloped in a breath of energy, and the atmosphere that was still a little restless was completely silent.

Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin, who were snoring on the chairs next to them, seemed to be irritated. A Ji Ling sat up, staring blankly, looking around blankly.

Not far away, the sensitive Li Meng had already hid his head in Jiang Yu's arms, shuddering.

Professor Yao opened the first page of the Fa book.

"Hunting!"

A gentle voice echoed over the hunting ground.

The sound is not loud, and it is not transmitted through the trumpet flower, but it is easy for everyone to hear it clearly.

Although Zheng Qing had never heard of these two words, he easily understood the meaning and meaning of these two words in the reverberating sound of the audience-this is the prayer and sacrifice song before the hunting meeting.

The thick fog in the center of the hunting ground seemed to be stimulated for an instant, and it began to roll and turbulence crazily. Suddenly gather together, and then spread again, like a convulsion.

The young public-funded students didn't care about the behavior of these "living creatures" when the mist conspired.

His attention has been involuntarily attracted by the scene under the mist.

Just like the scorpionfish in front of Huapeng disturbed the order in the dense fog not long ago, this time the fog was turbulent, and the picture originally hidden under the fog reappeared in front of everyone.

The endless expanse of the desert, the violent storm;

The vast expanse of the lake, and the rotting wood floating on the lake;

Swarms of insects cover the sky and the sun, densely packed;

There is also a lush meadow, with hundreds of flowers in full bloom, and thousands of trees competing for spring.

All kinds of contradictory pictures are looming in the thick fog like revolving lanterns. The first second is full of yellow sand and barren Gobi; the next moment is green lawns and lush woodland; in a blink of an eye, it becomes an endless swamp water village.

The young public servant held his binoculars tightly and looked at the scene under the mist without blinking.

If it weren't for the shocked sounds around him, the air-conditioned sounds, he would have thought that what he saw was a mirage.

"Pay attention... I feel like you are about to puncture your eyeballs." Xiao Xiao pulled Zheng Qing's binoculars and reminded kindly.

"This...is it true?!" Zheng Qing looked away with difficulty, his voice a little hoarse.

"It's true or false, you'll know soon." Xiao Xiao pointed to the podium: "Lao Yao's hunting speech hasn't been read yet... Don't miss the main event."

Zheng Qing immediately turned the telescope back to the professor~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and soon, he found that this action was completely unnecessary.

Professor Yao pressed the book, and a clear voice echoed in everyone's ears:

"The soil is against its house!"

"The water belongs to the gully!"

"No insects!"

"The grass and trees belong to it!"

The gust of wind rushed down from all directions, tearing at the thick mist.

The mist rolled around and spread out, revealing a distant, small, but extremely vast world.

This article "Hunting Ci" borrowed from the "Wax (La) Ci" in "Book of Rites"... I usually don’t explain it, but today, the cricket copied it very shamelessly and changed it. Name ←_← so make a note, so as not to be ridiculed...