Hunting College

Time always flies quickly when it is busy.

Especially when everyone is busy, the whole world seems to be accelerated.

When the hustle and bustle of the opening ceremony was still reverberating in my ears, the calendar had turned over two pages silently and entered the weekend of the seventh week of school.

Different from the quiet environment on Saturday morning on weekdays, Saturday in the moon hunt is very lively from morning to night.

The officers of the Student Union of Jiuyou College ran around the school, coordinating the different requirements of different hunting teams, different colleges, and even off-campus guests; the cadres of the Federation of Associations also stood in front of their respective booths all day long and worked hard. Propaganda their respective concepts, hoping to get more sponsorships during this peak fundraising season; even Feiyuan outside Pavilion No. 3, there have been many freshmen who grind their guns and practice magic in the early morning.

But Zheng Qing did not fall into this kind of national fanaticism.

Since the accidental cry of Su Shijun’s maid on Thursday night, the public-funded students of Jiuyou College have rarely stopped a lot. Apart from attending classes, Jian Tianwo studied magical books in the dormitory, and even went to the library much less often.

Of course, he did not explain to his roommates the reason for his low-key—because he was worried that Fatty Xin would be the first to rush up after knowing the truth, knock him out and drag him to the guests from Qingqiu. reward.

Zheng Qing only stated vaguely that Jelena handed him some ancient talismans and needed help studying them.

Of course, this is not entirely an excuse.

The Gypsy Witch did give Zheng Qing some stubborn talisman to help him interpret it. It's just that those Fuluo are too difficult. Even with the solid foundation and the support of the Shushan Museum's many books, Zheng Qing's progress in interpretation is still very slow.

It's noon.

Zheng Qing lay down on the desk and rested, with a copy of Mankiw’s "Principles of Rune Construction" spread out under his arms, and a stack of rune-related reference books in front of his head, such as "Ancient Talisman", "The Source of Dictionary", and "The Complete Works of Talisman" Wait.

After returning from a morning class in Feiyuan in the morning, he plunged into these old paper piles, looking dizzy and dizzy, but he could not find any inspiration.

"Snapped!"

A slap was slapped heavily on Zheng Qing's arm.

The young public student wrinkled his nose in a daze, and faintly smelled a trace of smoke.

"It's on fire?" He hummed, but didn't want to move.

"'Heart-Clearing Talisman', you asked me to take a picture of you every half an hour." Xiao Xiao's voice sounded in his ears, but it seemed to be tens of thousands of miles away, and it was very vague and unreality: " ...Studying the ancient talisman is very exhausting...Don't you still have a patrol mission at night...If you continue to toss, you are not afraid of falling asleep during the patrol at night and falling into the lake?"

Ancient Fulu...

Patrol at night...

sleep…

Zheng Qing finally grabbed a trace of Qingming in the chaos, struggling, and opened one eye.

Not far from the line of sight, on his forearm, a piece of light yellow talisman paper is slowly smoking green smoke. Through the smoke, across from the desk, Xiao Xiao was immersed in his notebook, writing his never-ending notes.

The curtains on the balcony were half-hidden, and the autumn sunlight fell on the desk through the window, giving the whole room a lazy atmosphere. The orange cats clumped together, snoring in the sun. The elves hung on it stubbornly and seemed to fall asleep.

It was quiet in the dormitory.

Except for the rustle of writing with a quill in Xiao Xiao's hand, there was only a looming purr.

The young public student took a deep breath, rubbed his face vigorously, and sat up with a snap.

This violent movement made the desk creak. Tuan Tuan's purring stopped abruptly. It shook its beard, flicked its tail, and grinned threateningly.

"Where are they? Haven't been back?" Zheng Qing apologized to lick the fat cat twice, then turned to look at the doctor.

"You really should have a good rest." Xiao Xiao finally stopped the work in his hands, raised his head, and glanced at the public student opposite.

Then he took off his glasses, rubbed his eye sockets, shook his head and yawned, and said slowly: "...You asked this question when you were awakened by the'Clean Heart Talisman' an hour ago..."

"Dylan came back at eight o'clock in the morning, and now I guess he is having a dream in the coffin."

"As for Fatty Xin, he went out at nine o'clock in the morning, and he hasn't come back yet... I haven't even given a paper crane to fly."

With that said, Xiao Xiao found out his timer, checked the time, and complained: "I also asked him to help bring lunch... Depending on the situation, I am afraid we will both be hungry for a while..."

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps of mochi mochi.

The bronze mirror hung under the ceiling trembled violently, casting a yellow halo in front of the gate.

The dormitory door was slammed open.

"Oh yeah, be light." Zheng Qing stretched his arms, turned his head helplessly, and complained: "The house is going to collapse by you!"

At the same time, angry screams came from the desk, as well as the messy ‘xixi’ sounds of the elves.

"Fogweed!" Fatty Xin's angrily voice came from the door: "The sand time insect incident has been so long, when will you guys remove this broken mirror!"

He was dazzled by the bronze mirror again.

"When I installed the mirror, you praised it as the most sensitive magical weapon in the world." A gloomy voice came from Dylan's tent-after all, being awakened from sleep is a A very bad experience.

The fat man laughed twice and skipped the topic.

"Clang clang clang!" The fat man usually took out a small paper bag from behind when offering treasures, held it high, and exclaimed: "What do you think this is?!"

"Lunch?" Xiao Xiao was shocked: "I'm already hungry..."

The smile on Fatty Xin's face quickly melted like Chunxue.

He scratched his head awkwardly, looked at the two awkward wizards in front of the desk, and smiled dryly: "Ha, this, forgot... I think you can ask the elves to help buy lunch..."

"What a brilliant attention." Xiao Xiao snorted.

The green elf lacking magical ability is not suitable for working too far away from the host. Such as going out to buy food. Because they are easily robbed by crows or squirrels passing by.

"You can eat any time...I have something more exciting than eating here!" Fatty Xin spread out his hand and stretched out to the center of the desk, showing his'baby'.

Zheng Qing suffocated his breath, tried his best to shield the thick sweat from the fat body, and squinted at the palm of his hand.

Opening that small paper bag, Fatty Xin had two peanuts in the palm of his hand.

"What is this?" The public-sponsored student blinked.

Xiao Xiao still buried his head in the notebook, and Dylan was still hiding behind the tent, seeming to be asleep again. Neither of them paid attention to the fat man.

"Seed!" Fatty Xin gestured carefully with his lips, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Seeds?" Zheng Qing glanced at him blankly and twitched the corners of his mouth: "I know it is a seed. The problem is, I don't know what kind of seed it is... What is this seed for? You plan to grow herbs in the dorm? "

"Seed?" Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and raised his head.

"...I also seem to hear someone talking about'seeds'." Dylan yawned from the tent, and soon the sound of his big coffin lid turning over ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Seeds, have such a big attraction? Zheng Qing fiddled with the two peanuts in the palm of Fatty's hand in surprise, and repeated his question: "What kind of seed is this..."

"The seed is the seed." Xiao Xiao didn't know when to leave the chair, floated over quietly, and answered in a low voice.

"It's the seeds that can bloom and grow grass." Dylan also poked his head from behind the tent.

Zheng Qing squinted at the three of them one by one, and asked in a weird tone: "Excuse me, who can tell me what kind of flowers and plants this seed grows?"

"Diamond flower and projection grass." Dr. Xiao finally showed compassion and told the young public student who was going crazy: "...This is a kind of magic with a very long history. It can condense certain images and sounds. In the seed, the wizards reminisce about the fragments that have passed..."

Zheng Qing suddenly.

Fatty Xin smiled, squeezed across the table, and took a palm-sized flowerpot with a blue and white porcelain wall from the balcony.