Hunting High School

Unfold the leather buckle.

Open the milky white cover.

The thick pages rustled between the fingers, giving one a strangely satisfying feeling. A string of bright red mantras floated between the pages, with a bit of haze in the three-dimensional.

Zheng Qing looked at those strange and obscure incantations, and felt that he knew every character in them, but after being connected together, every incantation was so strange.

What surprised him even more was that he found that he didn't need to recite the incantations in the Dharma book like ordinary incantations.

Just as the eyes flashed, the relevant reflections flashed in the mind, and the corresponding mantras in the book would light up one by one, and the crimson light was as eye-catching and brilliant as the morning sun jumping out of the horizon.

Immediately, the forbidden spell aura that was already boiling in the wizard's body became tame like a saddled horse. Of course, taming does not mean disappearing.

Like a group of frightened wild horses, they ran around like headless chickens before. Many wild horses collided with each other or ran away in the process of running wildly, appearing chaotic and disorderly. But now a leading horse appeared. Under its leadership, the group of wild horses collected the scattered teams, formed a suitable formation, and roared across the hills in a neat rhythm.

Like a gust of wind, like a shower, like a thunderstorm.

The sorcerer's eyes quickly swept across the spells, ten lines at a time; the pages of the book were peeled off one by one at the fingertips, and then turned into a blank. The galloping wild horses are getting bigger and bigger, and the speed is getting faster and faster, so that in the end, Zheng Qing felt that he was not flipping the pages of the Dharma books, but the gushing breath engulfed him, and he was flipping the pages quickly .

Even if he closed his eyes, it didn't affect his continued 'reading' of that spell.

Under the impetus of this breath, he felt himself becoming more and more clear-headed, and his consciousness became a third person in his body, floating above his body and soul, calmly ignoring the uncontrollable everything happens naturally.

And from a place farther away from his consciousness, vague questions and answers came indistinctly:

"...is it so urgent?"

"For husbands and rites, the former kings inherited the way of heaven and governed people's feelings. Therefore, those who lost it died, and those who gained it lived."

"What is death?"

"If you don't know life, how can you know death!"

"What is life?"

"To stand upright, to be free from confusion, to know destiny, to obey one's ears, to do what one's heart desires, and not to exceed the rules. The dead are people's great fear; the living are people's great desires."

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"What is a person?"

"Humans are the heart of heaven and earth, the end of Five Elements, food, taste, sound, and color, and they are born. Therefore, Saint's example must be based on heaven and earth, with Yin & Yang as the end, and the four seasons as the end." The handle, with the sun and stars as the discipline, the moon as the quantity, the ghosts and gods as the disciples, the Five Elements as the quality, the etiquette and righteousness as the utensils... as the utensils... as the utensils..."

Etiquette is a tool!

The final answer reverberated in Zheng Qing's consciousness repeatedly, like Huang Zhong Dalu, deafening. Ritual, he had heard his husband mention, is the embodiment of order; righteousness, he has done it more than once, just like the choice not long ago.

Take righteousness as the instrument and etiquette as the core.

It is said to follow one's heart and do not exceed the rules.

The boy's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the Dharma book in front of him had turned to the last page. The crimson light condensed around the Dharma book, like a slender pillar, breaking through the sky and reaching down into the abyss. The space between the sky and the earth is as thin as a hair, but the sharp and compelling aura is like a sharp edge approaching the eyeballs, making everyone subconsciously avoid their sight.

It seems that if you look at it more, you will encounter accidents.

Zheng Qing is not among them.

Because he could clearly feel that what was contained in that slender red beam of light was the aura of the forbidden curse that overflowed from his body continuously. It only took a short time for the cyan air mass that was about to explode in his heart. Then it was plundered, and even the big tree generated by the seeds of the forbidden curse continued to degenerate under the absorption of the beam of light, from a big tree to a small tree, the branches that were drawn out shrank one by one, and the leaves disappeared one by one, until they degenerated into a seed again .

It's just that compared with the initial stage, this seed appears more solid, with many mysterious runes on the seed coat, and the seeds are more plump and shiny.

Accompanied by the last breath of the forbidden curse, it was sucked away.

The last character on the Dharma book slowly dissipated, turning into a crimson streamer, which fell into the beam of light. The leather buckle is like a nimble finger, crawling back and forth in the void, grabbing the bottom cover, and closing the book with force.

Slap.

Buckle took the initiative to buckle himself to death.

The last trace of vitality in the dharma book was exhausted, and it seemed to turn back into an ordinary dharma book. Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds, first stuffed the book back into the gray cloth bag, and then looked at the red pillar in front of him, not knowing what to do for a moment.

When he was sent up by the black cat, he had already made all kinds of psychological preparations—for example, the moment he opened the book, he turned into a huge ball of light, blasting the bronze dragon to pieces ; or before he had time to open the book, he was annihilated by the fly ash sprayed by the dragon; or he was interrupted by various accidents in the process of pulling the 'trigger'.

The only thing he didn't predict was that he safely opened the book and 'read' the incantation honestly. Although the whole process was very short, it was unexpectedly not interrupted by any great wizard or great demon.

The great wizards did not interfere, and Zheng Qing could understand that, after all, he was still wearing the red robe of Jiuyou Academy, and he was a wizard with young roots.

The big demon and the members of the dark parliament didn't do anything, which made the wizard a little confused.

Not only did he not do anything, the bronze dragon in front of Zheng Qing even stopped casting its Talent magic, and did not continue to reset the time, as if he was very interested in what was about to happen.

All this makes the boy's heart shudder.

Everyone was looking at him with strange and unexpected eyes.

Including himself - he didn't know why he was still alive after he pulled the trigger, and the forbidden spell didn't take effect. I don't know how to trigger the beam of light condensed from the forbidden curse breath in front of me.

Feel the increasingly heavy eyes around.

Zheng Qing finally hesitated, stretched out his finger, and touched the red beam of light. It feels very light in the hand, like a real beam of light with little weight.

The boy's fingers tightened slightly.

Then, under his dull gaze, the red beam of light was easily pushed, rubbed against the side of the bronze dragon, and smashed silently towards the silent inner castle in the distance.

Captain Bingshan and the head of Starry Sky Academy who were standing in the way cursed and fled hastily.

call.

Like a fiery knife cutting into a cream cake, the inner castle defense circle, which was still as stable as a mountain under the crazy attack of the demon army, had no resistance in front of the falling red beam of light. , it shattered with a bang, turning into a sky full of light and rain.

In the distance, Zheng Qing could vaguely see that there seemed to be a big tree with half of its crown cut off.

"This... I didn't mean it."

The young wizard was floating in the air alone, muttering.

A little cold wind blows.

He felt that his whole body, from the inside out, was completely cold.