Hunting College

Pungent, sour, sweet, bitter, and salty, the five flavors of medicinal materials are mixed together, and they come out from the half-covered windows of the "Authentic Materia Medica", making every wizard who passes by the smell refreshed; green, yellow, red, and white , Black, and five-color fabrics are intertwined and hung on a hanger in the'green and spun', so that every passing witch can't take a step when they see it; poetry, book, etiquette, change, spring and autumn, the five classics of the thread-bound edition Stacked in the corner of the "Grave Dian Suoqiu", the paper sheets are yellow and the cotton thread is black.

　　Back to the character set, it is still as easy and comfortable as before.

　　Zheng Qing walked on the bluestone road, left and right, greeted the neighbors; Deng Xiaoxian followed him step by step, holding the back of his head with his hands, tilting his head and looking at the blue sky above his head, yawning again and again.

　　 "Little Qingzi is back? How many days are you staying at home?" Granny Cai asked with a smile on her face while supporting the porch in front of the Baicaotang.

"I'm back." Zheng Qing paused, and replied happily: "The school has a one-month winter vacation, but I am a public student, so I need to report half a month in advance... The school has arranged for us a charity work. "

　　 When Deng Xiaoxian heard him say that he was a government-funded student, a long-toned, disdainful hum came from Deng Xiaoxian's upward head.

"It’s better than Xiaoxian." Granny Cai gave her a thumbs up and praised her——Deng Xiaoxian, who was walking behind Zheng Qing, let out a loud snort, like a snoring wild boar——and then Granny Cai asked, "Is the previous talisman used up? Do you want to get a few more copies in the store?"

　　 Zheng Qing used to practice Fulu's posts, cinnabar, etc., which were all bought in Baicaotang. Granny Cai also allowed Zheng Qing to use the written Futie to replace new blank posts in her shop. As a child, Zheng Qing always regarded this kind of transaction as extra money he earned, and he never tired of it.

　　 just went to college. He knew that after he had finished writing a post, he would be able to exchange for shiny golden beans and silver horns in the Wandering Bar, so he had no habit of accumulating talisman posts.

　　 "It's not used up yet, it's not used up yet." The young wizard smiled awkwardly and waved his hand again and again: "The school provides free school supplies to public students...the last time I left, there were a lot of useless posts."

　　 What he said was not entirely true.

The First University does provide school supplies to publicly-funded students, but those supplies can only support students' minimum learning and training-for example, there is only one copy of Fu Tie a month, which is not enough for Zheng Qing to practice for three days-and when he enrolled The talismans I brought have been used up in the practice day after day.

The reason why I did not continue to pick up the talisman in the Cai Popo’s shop was because in the past it was always'bartering for goods.' If now offers to buy with money, Zheng Qing always feels a little embarrassed; but if he doesn't buy it, he will not bear it. Use your own post full of Fulu to replace a blank notebook.

　　 Just like when we were young, we would not hesitate to give antelope wood carvings to good friends, but when we grow up, we are shrewd and hypocritical.

　　 With this new life experience, Zheng Qing said goodbye to Granny Cai and continued to move forward.

　　 "I was a bit anxious today, and I forgot to bring the gifts to them." As he walked, Zheng Qing explained to Deng Xiaoxian remedially.

　　The young shopkeeper of Huichuntang rolled his eyes.

　　 "It's really troublesome." He murmured, and then sighed up to the sky: "It's really not cute as you grow up."

"I like cuteness, go find Huang Xiaoya." Zheng Qing also rolled his eyes and said to Deng Xiaoxian mockingly: "Of course, the premise is that you will not be chased and beaten by the old man Huang with a knife all over the street. Pan Luer’s donkey will be chopped off."

　　 Mr. Huang opened a seal carving shop in Hui Zi Ji, selling all kinds of jade, stone, wood seal carvings, including but not limited to seals, rune boards, curse stones and other things. Huang Xiaoya is his granddaughter. She is ten years old this year. She is a very cute little girl.

"That's why I said you are becoming less and less cute." Deng Xiaoxian stood up straight, took his hand from behind his head, took a look, and fished out an emerald green lightworm from mid-air: " …The children say that business matters are all innocent, and when they grow up, they will be a little bit yellowish when they tell a joke."

　　 As he said, he pulled off the head and wings of the light bug, stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed, and spit out the skin.

　　 "Bah."

　　 The translucent lightworm skin, accompanied by light green saliva, fell into the gutter on the street corner.

"Oh." Zheng Qing made a vomiting expression-half of it was pretending, and half of it was because he really wanted to vomit-and then he was very obviously away from Deng Xiaoxian, disgusted: " Haven't you been used to the old-age life here? How can you still do such weird things... Eat light bugs... Why don't you eat flies!"

　　 When Deng Xiaoxian was first picked up by Mr. Deng to return to the character set, he did all kinds of rebellions and did strange things all day long. For example, running naked on these three-mile-long small streets, cutting off the tails of scorpion rabbits sold by street vendors and pretending to be raw materials and stuffing them into medicine cabinets, or showing the twelve kinds of tapeworm cooking to the little dolls on the back character set. skill.

　　 However, as time passed, he gradually adapted to the semi-closed environment here, and gradually accepted his fate.

　　 By the time Zheng Qing left the Huiji Collection to go to university, the young treasurer was already in a normal state, and he rarely did those shocking actions.

　　 But now, Zheng Qing very much doubts whether Deng Xiaoxian's old disease has relapsed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because he doesn't eat flies because there is no suitable breed. "The young shopkeeper of Huichuntang stalled his hands, looked innocent, and replied in a serious tone: "I really want to taste the taste of those green-headed bugs with hairy legs... Listen to friends outside, and eat them. Like a small Lantern Festival, the juice splashes around with a bite, and the soft taste is a bit spicy. "

　　 Zheng Qing looked horrified, and pulled him a step further from Deng Xiaoxian, as if contaminated with the air that Deng Xiaoxian breathed would cause an incurable disease.

"Hahaha... teasing you!" Deng Xiaoxian suddenly cupped his belly and couldn't straighten up his laughter. "Didn't you tell you that these light bugs are improved varieties sent by friends? They only drink tree sap, and they can eat. The...the taste is similar to grapes, but the taste is a little more rich...Would you like to try one?"

　　 As he said, he fished another orange-red one from mid-air—you could see that he was already very skilled in this action.

　　 "Awesome, admire it, stay away from me." Zheng Qing also clasped his fist skillfully, continuing to widen the distance between Deng Xiaoxian.

　　 He doesn't have the surname Grylls, and he has no plans to survive in the wild, so he is naturally not sensitive to eating insects.

　　 "It's a pity." Deng Xiaoxian shrugged, plucked the orange bug's wings and head, threw it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Living like an old master... There is no fun in life."

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