Hunting College

The wind and sand stopped raging.

The five-colored soil began to accumulate from the minuteness, and in a moment, there were majestic mountains, lush grasslands, and strong dams.

The flooded river water receded from both banks, re-entered the wide river channel, and flowed quietly into the distance under the support of the dam.

The hordes of insects seemed to have received some instructions, and they began to fight like worms. After leaving a fragment of limbs and wings, the few surviving insects quietly got into the depths of the earth.

Under this kind of blessing, the dead trees sprout again, and the dormant seeds start a new cycle.

The world has revived.

Just as Professor Yao prayed in the "Hunting Ci".

Academy.

The opening ceremony of the hunting club.

The fog in the hunting ground has stopped its disorderly rolling at some unknown time, and slowly converged in the echo of the spell, forming a huge, cloud-filled vortex.

The center of the whirlpool is a bit long and narrow, like the eyes of a giant.

And the people sitting in the audience, through this huge ‘eye’, clearly saw that distant but small world.

Zheng Qing felt that he had become a **** sitting high in the clouds, overlooking the earth.

After freezing for a while, the atmosphere in the hunting ground began to clamor again-everyone even ignored the low pressure from the host of the opening ceremony. Everyone was scrambling to tell their own experiences.

"A big deal!" Xiao Xiao stood up in shock, helped Fu's crooked eyes, and exclaimed: "A big deal... It's a big deal!"

"This is in line with the identity of the first university." Not far away, a few wizards excitedly gesticulated, they almost jumped over the guardrail, jumped into the hunting ground, and took a group photo next to the huge mist vortex.

"Ha... the ambassadors of other civilizations have changed their faces."

"Yes, that's...especially the ambassador of the tongue-hand tribe. His tongue drooped for a long time without retracting..."

The clamor in the stands gradually sounded, and successive admirations and surprises sounded around. Some VIPs in the rows behind the rostrum even took off their hoods impolitely, revealing strange faces.

Even the photographers who originally circled the rostrum and took pictures of the hunting grounds all threw the camera in their hands to the ground because of excitement.

This excitement is understandable.

A cloud and mist swirled around, and an illusory world slowly spread out like a scroll.

Under this bright sun, in this real world, everyone sees the shadow of another world.

"God!..." Zhang Jixin opened his copper bell eyes, staring at the world under the mist, muttering in his mouth what he was saying.

"I must have pulled too many foggrass in the pharmacy yesterday... Now I have hallucinations..." Fatty Xin rubbed his distressed eyes, and his tone was a little erratic: "Foggrass..."

"Cousin!! That's the world!! That's a real little world!!" Li Meng grabbed Jiang Yu's arm, hanging like a koala, struggling, and his excited voice was trembling.

Jiang Yu didn't speak, but held his breath, staring at the depths of the fog without blinking.

"Merlin is here!" Nicholas clenched Liu Feifei's hand, his lips trembled.

"Merlin is here." Liu Feifei answered in a low voice absent-mindedly, and glanced at the wizard next to him from time to time, with blushing cheeks.

Zheng Qing felt a little strange listening to the messy exclamation and discussion in his ear.

"Isn't it just a small world?" He turned his head and looked at Xiao Xiao in surprise: "I thought the people in this school would look more...more...well, they would appear more calm."

The young public-funded student pondered for a long time before choosing a more appropriate word.

"It's not just a small world..." Xiao Xiao repeated Zheng Qing's words, his tone a little helpless: "Sure enough, the wisdom of the sages is always so detached-'the ignorant is fearless', only knowing nothing is not Will feel scared."

Zheng Qing suddenly jumped up like a cat with fried hair.

"Speak well!" He glared at the doctor with a bad face: "I tell you, you are really easy to get beaten like this... Who knows nothing!"

Xiao Xiaoxu cast a glance at him.

"A small world is not something you can create by expanding a room with space magic in your mind." Xiao Xiao raised a finger and shook it: "One finger can represent one, and ten fingers can. Represents ten...what about one hundred? Can you find a hundred fingers to count?"

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

The guy from the dobby should be able to make up a hundred fingers. The young public-sponsored student thought of the bartender in the wandering bar and couldn't help but mutter.

Of course, this is arrogant—he naturally wouldn't say such things in front of the doctor.

"... The change and development of anything is a process from quantitative change to qualitative change. The shackles of the wizard's ability determine that it is impossible for us to extend and superimpose the space infinitely... Moreover, the space created by this magic lacks many real space essentials. Therefore, wizards also refer to this type of space as "virtual space"... and it takes a lot of manpower and material resources to maintain an unstable "virtual" space, which is not something a sensible wizard would do. "

"Listen to what you mean, is there a wizard who has lost his mind?" Zheng Qing habitually went off the topic.

"Many." Xiao Xiao clenched his fists and extended a finger: "For example, the Emperor Qin who suppressed a "Shan Hai Jing" monster, it is said that his tomb is a virtual space..."

"Will such a powerful wizard die? How did he die...Okay, I'll shut up." Zheng Qing looked at the doctor with blue veins in the corner of his eyes, and happily pulled the zipper on his mouth.

"If you are really interested in Emperor Qin, then graduate early and go to the New World to find someone from'Xianqin'... If you weren't killed by them on the spot, you might know something." Xiao Xiao was very confused. A little bit of bone was thrown out for the young public student.

Zheng Qing suddenly felt like being caught in a cat's paw, with countless question marks popping up.

Some of the terms mentioned by Xiao Xiao can’t be found in the general borrowing area of ​​the Shushan Pavilion-this means that unless they graduate within one year of enrollment, it is difficult for young public-funded students to know more in a short time .

But Xiao Xiao did not leave him more room for fantasy.

"In short, a truly small world is a world in which life can be born, can accommodate life, can be self-sufficient, and self-growth... We have just such an example before our eyes."

"Small world?" Zheng Qing repeated the term.

"Yes, Little World." Xiao Xiao flipped through his notebook, licked the brush in his hand, trembling and recording quickly:

"A reality attached to us, a reality born."

"It means a legend, a miracle...Of course, it also means a real hunting ground!"

"This is very rare~www.wuxiaspot.com~ very rare...thing."

"Looking at the dilapidated look before it, it seems that the school has just captured it...it didn't have time to clean it. It was opened in full view today. To be honest, I think the school has a lot of ideas..." Xiao Xiao said with a voice. It's getting smaller and smaller, and it's getting lower to inaudible.

Zheng Qing raised his ears, but did not capture more news.

Seeing that the doctor had fallen into deep thought and had no interest in talking, the young public student had to turn the telescope in his hand and turn the lens back to Old Yao.

It just so happened that the atmosphere in the hunting ground returned to solemnity.

In the camera, Professor Yao's heavy book of Fa has just been turned over by him.

"Hunting!"

The professor's clear voice reverberated over the hunting ground:

"Broken bamboo, renew bamboo, flying soil, chasing meat!"