Hunting High School

The office building of the school working committee is located on a small island in the water.

Across the vast water surface, the dark silent forest quietly surrounds the island, blocking those prying eyes, forming a solid barrier.

The breeze carried the water vapor from outside Zhu, circling and turning in this small world. The sensation of moistness running soothingly in the air is refreshing.

In the grass, the weaving lady began to sing a little song intermittently, "weaving, weaving, weaving, weaving".

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the water surface was calm, and the sand was clear and white. A big yellow duck climbed ashore with a group of babies, swaggering past the eyes of the young wizards.

Because it just returned from swimming in the water, the big yellow duck left a string of wet watermarks behind it. The ducklings fluttered their wings, stepped on the marks left by the mother duck, and marched in a neat team.

They walked awkwardly through the weeping willow forest on the bank.

The slender twigs of the weeping willows fluctuated in the breeze, and the emerald green willow leaves collided together, making a pleasant rustling sound.

The willow trees have not been pruned, and the thick branches try to bend towards the water, like worshipers, showing their piety to the silent forest.

An old man leans against one of the weeping willows, taking a nap in the evening shade.

This weeping willow stood beside a small pier protruding to the water. A piece of bark in the middle of the trunk was scraped off, revealing the whitish wood, on which were engraved with the four characters "Lishe" and "Wengjin" in large black characters.

"It's a good sign." Zhang Jixin pointed at the word "Wenjin" and looked at his partners with a smile: "Maybe this is the right way."

He rushed to the old man first, but didn't ask any questions.

A large blue checkered cotton cloth was spread under the tree, and the old man was holding a thick bamboo tube, leaning lazily against the bottom of the tree, squinting, and sitting cross-legged.

As if sensing someone in front of him, he slightly raised his eyelids.

Zhang Jixin took a step forward, sang a fat song, and asked in a rough voice:

"Excuse me, do you know how to get up to the building of the school work committee?"

While talking, other freshmen also came under the weeping willow.

The old man raised one eyelid and looked at Zhang Jixin, mumbling for a long time, and finally spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Xiao Xiao patted the Own method book to remove the phlegm left on the ground by the old man.

The old man grinned, chuckled a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "No hurry, no hurry, just wait for now."

When several people heard the words, they just stood still and waited quietly.

The old man stretched out his skinny and yellowed fingers, reached into his waist pocket, carefully picked out a cluster of golden filaments, and slowly kneaded them into a small bamboo tube protruding from the side of the bamboo tube.

A gray-white handkerchief was spread beside him, and a lot of things were placed on it.

After the shredded tobacco was rubbed in, the old man's thin fingertips slid over the odds and ends, and finally picked up a black stone and a blade-shaped thing.

He grabbed the stone with one hand and the black blade with the other, rubbing them together heavily.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The crisp knocking sound broke the tranquility of the waterside.

The weaver girl's cry stopped abruptly, and not far away, led by the mother duck, the group of ducklings quickly squatted in the grass and pretended to be dead.

A cluster of orange sparks splashed from the blade and projected onto the tobacco.

The shredded tobacco began to emit green smoke repeatedly.

The old man put his mouth on the bamboo tube and took a long breath. The sound of bubbling bubbles in the bamboo tube lasted for a long time.

"Is this smoking hookah?" Zheng Qing heard Lin Guo's curious question in a low voice behind him.

"Maybe." Zhang Jixin rubbed his own scalp and said very boringly: "Why not use magic? With this slow method, one puff of cigarettes takes an entire afternoon."

"Puff."

A series of white smoke rings sprayed out from the old man's nostrils, big traps and small circles interlocking, very funny, Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing out loud.

The old man laughed too.

He knocked on the small bamboo tube, brushed off the remaining soot inside, paused, then took out shredded tobacco from his waist pocket, and said slowly while doing it: "You are young, the time is still long, so I am so anxious." What are you doing?"

"We still have something to do! It's urgent!" Zhang Jixin circled back and forth a little anxiously.

"What's the hurry? Things don't come in a hurry, take your time, and you can do everything well." The old man carefully rubbed a bunch of new shredded tobacco into the small bamboo tube, not missing a single shred of tobacco. The appearance made everyone a little crazy.

"Let me light a cigarette for you." Seeing that skinny hand reaching for the gray-white handkerchief again, Zheng Qing quickly took out a talisman from the gray cloth bag, and couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you use spells?" ?”

"Spell?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, shook his arm, and the flint and the blade collided again: "Isn't what I used a spell? Who said that spells can only be cast by reciting spells and patting spells?"

While speaking, the flint and the blade smashed together heavily, bursting out a string of golden sparks.

"But it's just ordinary flint and iron flakes!" Zheng Qing was puzzled.

"Oh, young people nowadays have such a rigid mind." The old man muttered, taking another long puff of hookah.

"Fire, originally the most powerful spell in this world!"

"What you take for granted is actually beyond the reach of our ancestors."

"You see a book today that can ignite fire, discharge electricity, alchemy, and medicine, and can create all kinds of magical effects, and then call it magic. Don't you know, a long time ago, our ancestors saw sparks coming out of wood , it will be respected as a miracle! Aside from time, in fact, there is no magic in the world."

In the grass, a few ducklings could no longer bear the loneliness, sneaked out from under the wings of the mother duck, chasing a few jumping crickets.

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In the gap, the weaver girl seemed to have adapted to the occasional knocking sound, and started to "weave, weave" with her voice again.

The old man took a few puffs of hookah, shook his head, and finally pointed lazily at the building not far away, and said, "It's almost there, you go in, your destination is right behind you."

"Behind?" Zhang Jigu turned his head and took a look, and sure enough, there was an entrance that seemed to be grinning wide open in the building not far away. He cheered and ran away.

After expressing their thanks, Xiao Xiao and the others followed closely behind.

Only Zheng Qing was left, looking blankly behind him, and it took him a while to react. He blushed, thanked the old man, and trotted to catch up with the figures in front of him.

Behind him, there was a burst of hearty laughter.

"This kid has a good chance." Lao Yao, holding his own pipe, appeared out of nowhere, smiling and puffing on the smoke, and said to the old man.

"Hahahaha." The old man nodded in satisfaction, paused the chimney in his hand, took out a small handful of shredded tobacco, and said with a big laugh, "Good job, good job! Would you like some?"

"But I don't know if he really realizes that the door is behind him!" Lao Yao cheerfully took the shredded tobacco, stuffed it into his still smoking pipe, and said.

"If you can see it, that's good! What is ignorant is chance, and what is clear is good fortune."

The sky was getting hazy, enveloping the two long figures and the faint smoke.