Hunting High School

On the periphery of the Silent Forest, due to wind erosion and water erosion, the trees grew somewhat low. There are not many dead branches and leaves scattered around these trees. In addition, it is now the season of multiplication of all things, and the trees are not willing to be lonely. It just corresponds to the old saying that spring comes with dead trees, making trees suitable for firewood increasingly rare.

At the end of the edge of the forest, Zheng Qing finally picked up the first log suitable for firewood.

This is a dead branch that fell from the returning soul poplar, and there are a few fancy-looking 'caterpillars' wriggling on the dead branch. Zheng Qing pinched the roots of the dead branches, and shook the crawling 'caterpillars' to the ground. The caterpillars rolled over on the ground and disappeared in the gaps between the dead branches and leaves in a blink of an eye.

These caterpillars are actually the seeds of the resurgent poplar.

Resurrection Poplar is a magical magical plant.

Its plants are dioecious, and the female plant is no different from ordinary big trees, with high crowns and white branches, leaves like thin daggers, air roots deep into the soil, and the bark is covered with moss and large and small black bumps, occasionally one or two The dark tree hole looks like a woodpecker has just visited. From a distance, it is not much different from ordinary green trees.

And the male plant of the soul-returning poplar lives on the bottom of the shallow sea not far from here. Different from the shape and shape of the female plant, the female plant of the Returning Soul Populus is an activated plant whose shape is closer to that of a sea anemone.

Every year in early spring, when the female plants that have been dormant for the winter reveal their first buds, the male plants crawling on the bottom of the shallow sea will receive the signal of reproduction through the mysterious channel, and start paddling their short and complicated The tentacles, driven by the waves and trade winds, left the shallow seabed, crossed the reefs, climbed over the tidal flats, came to the feet of the female plants, and planted their short and immature rhizomes.

The difficult journey, the drastic changes in the living environment, and the coveted eyes along the way caused heavy losses to these male plants. Often out of ten male plants, only one could successfully survive under the feet of the female plant.

In mid-spring, the flowers of the female plants begin to bloom.

At this time, those male plants that have successfully taken root began to slowly lift their hardened tentacles, climbed up the trunks of the female plants, and climbed up until the branches were near the flowers. Wisps of white flakes like smoke.

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These light flocs hover and linger between the crowns of the female trees, like swarms of bees returning to their nests, and finally gently attach to the blooming stamens and disappear.

The flower of the female plant always needs to absorb many light flocs to be satisfied.

When they are satisfied, they will curl up the petals and shrink the flowers into little blue balls. These small balls gradually harden and tighten under the blowing of the sea breeze and the nourishment of the spring rain, and finally slowly seep into the branches of the female plant, turning into ugly tree tumors.

The descendants of the returning soul poplar are bred in these tree tumors.

After a long period of gestation, the descendants of these tree tumors will wake up after a certain spring rain in the next spring, drill through the thin tree shell, roll down their mother's body, and swallow the branches and leaves under the tree that may have their father's remains, Then they dragged their furry bodies to the distance, looking for land where they could take root.

For wizards, the revenant poplar is a very versatile magical economic plant.

Its bark can be made into talisman paper, and smaller branches can be cut into talismans. The effect is not inferior to that of peach wood and pagoda tree. Its heart can be used to refine Magical Items and burn discs, and its leaves and 'caterpillar' tree species can be used to raise spirit beasts. As far as Zheng Qing knows, these 'caterpillars' are used in the recipes of the school pet garden.

In addition, its aerial root is ground into powder, and it is also a very commonly used neutralizing agent in standard tranquilizers. Its offspring serve as temporary 'sacrifices' in many magical rituals.

Because of its wide range of uses, the school has planted this plant extensively around the Silent Forest.

But for Zheng Qing, at the moment, the returning souls in front of him have only one function, and that is to provide fuel for the picnic bonfire.

The silent forest is extremely quiet, except for the rustling of branches and leaves when they collide, there are only sporadic birds chirping, and the distant sound of running water that seems to be in the sky.

Zheng Qing bent down, picked up the seventh stick of firewood, and when he straightened up, a touch of white appeared at the corner of his eyes. He fixed his eyes and saw that it was a half-picked mushroom. Maybe the picker felt that the remaining mushroom was a bit small, so he didn't pick it completely, so there were some remnants.

Zheng Qing's eyes lit up.

Originally, he had come to pick up firewood with a certain gypsy witch picking mushrooms, but unexpectedly, the witch disappeared into the woods in a blink of an eye. It's just that although there is such a trace, if you don't use magic, it is still very difficult to find a figure in the depths of this dense forest.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds, then poked his fingers into the gray cloth bag and found a transformation potion.

If he turned into a cat, he would definitely be able to find her by smelling it. But when he thought of the old man's warning before, Zheng Qing felt a little uneasy. For wizards, such taboos have always been more credible.

From deep in the woods came the hoarse and unpleasant croaking of crows.

Zheng Qing's heart skipped a beat, he threw the firewood in his arms on the ground, took out the transformation potion, and poured it straight down.

Compared with the uneasiness in his heart, he was more interested in Elena's whereabouts. And his intuition told him that if he didn't go to her now, he would definitely regret it.

The high-concentration, standard-dose transforming potion was drunk into the mouth, and there was a strong burning sensation. With no one on the left, right or overhead, Zheng Qing resisted the discomfort in his body, packed his clothes, stuffed them into a gray cloth bag, pasted a few pieces of Bixie warm talisman paper on his body, and hid deep in the grass.

Not a moment later, a black cat with a gray cloth bag around its neck came out of the bushes, ran to the remaining piece of mushroom, sniffed it, and disappeared into the depths of the bushes following the distant breath.

While running, the black cat wondered in his heart.

He did smell Irina's breath just now by the mushroom, as always, that rich fragrance. But other than that, there is a faint fragrance, which is a bit familiar, but I can't remember it.

Didn't you see that she went into the forest with others? While running briskly, the black cat was shaking its ears and thinking inwardly, who was the owner of the other breath.

Compared with humans, feline creatures are like a fish in water in the woods, and they have almost no shackles when running.

Soon, the black cat was embellished with Irina's figure. Yi Lianna had already stopped, and was standing between several big trees, with a small bamboo basket on her arm, with a few handfuls of wild vegetables and some white mushrooms scattered in it.

The black cat looked around, followed the mottled bark of a returning soul poplar, jumped up to the crown of the tree, and then hid among a small branch and young leaves, quietly began to follow.