Hunting High School

"It's almost there, give it a try." The old man watched the flame slowly go out and reminded Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing looked at him blankly, wondering how to try on a piece of skin. Aren't Fa books all in the form of books? Could it be that my Dharma book is very special, is it an animal skin scroll?

Pizi limply lay in mid-air, twisted and rolled himself into a roll of animal skin. Rolled twice, spread out again, and became a piece of leather again.

This hide doesn't seem to like being turned into a fur roll! Zheng Qing was taken aback by the idea of ​​owning.

He thought he must have lost too much blood and was dizzy.

"What kind of Dharma books do you like?" The old man asked beside him.

Shaking his dizzy head, Zheng Qing tentatively imagined in his heart what the Own Dharma book should look like.

In mid-air, the milky white leather changed as he thought, like latex.

Soft and white cover, blank title page, translucent pages, leather buckle.

Exactly the same as imagined in my mind!

Zheng Qing reached out and grabbed it.

The Fashu trembled and made a rattling sound, as if smiling with satisfaction.

A blood flow spread from the palm of the hand to the whole body, and the happiness reached the soul. He took a deep breath, relaxed his whole body, and slowly fell to the ground.

"A good naked book." The old man nodded appreciatively: "A wizard without imagination is not a good wizard. The more details you think about, the greater the potential of your book."

He beckoned and called the Dharma book in Zheng Qing's hand.

"Are there any taboos?" The old man opened the drawer on the table, put out a row of tools such as scissors, hammers, awls, and nails, raised his eyelids, and asked, "For example, you can't touch silver? Or you're allergic to peach wood."

"I don't know." Zheng Qing shook his head.

"I don't know!" The old man frowned, and then stretched it out again: "Then use brass. Brass has a mild temperament and a good texture. As far as I remember, no one has a taboo against brass."

He knocked on the toolbox at hand, and the copper sheets, nails, and buckles inside were lined up neatly. He jumped onto the white Dharma book, and was slapped flat and round under the hammer of the old man. , become a staple, become an inlay, and become a decoration on a buckle.

After tapping the last copper wire on the spine of the book, the old man put down the tool in his hand, patted it, and took a breath.

"Very good, little guy with great potential, I'm a bit reluctant to sell it to you." The old man wrinkled his folds, squeezed out a not-so-successful smile, and handed the book to Zheng Qing.

"What is that black thing you just took from me." Zheng Qing took the book, his mind was still a little messy. He thought of the black ink drops that the old man had drawn from his chest with a spell, and his face turned pale.

"Isn't it the demon spirit you brought?" The old man put away his unsuccessful smiling face, full of displeasure: "Give me the invoice from the front desk first."

Zheng Qing was taken aback for a moment, and immediately handed the blue book list to the old man.

"Freshmen?" The old man stared wide-eyed at the blue paper in front of him, and his dark eyes became more and more terrifying: "Are you a freshman from the First University? Or the one with a scholarship?"

"Hmm." Zheng Qing blinked, a strange thought floated in his mind, and he nodded weakly.

"Then a golden bean." The old man didn't speak, but nodded reassuringly, and closed his eyes again: "The public fee student sneaked into my dark studio to see the golden bean." Bottom line for beans."

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly.

"Just now your elf pulled several hairs out of me." He took out those shiny little things from his coat pocket, handed them to the old man, and said doubtfully, "Give me these things back."

"They usually just pull two ends of thread from a customer, or remove a button. They are rarely so rude." The old man stretched out his little finger, picked up a small crystal with his long nails, and looked at it in front of his eyes.

"It's not rude." Zheng Qing thought of those delicate little beauties, and changed the word: "It's a bit rude at most."

He was a little worried that the old man would clean up the elves.

"It's not bad, it seems that they really like you, and what they gave you was not glass shards." The old man's tone was full of smiles: "In the past, when they asked for souvenirs from guests, they would give at most a little glass shards. The things in your hands are all It is a good jade chip, and it is a good stabilizer in the laboratory. It is worth more than a golden bean."

Zheng Qing licked his dry lips, and tightened his grip on the milky white wizard book in his hand.

He really wanted to invite those little elves to come and pluck his own hair again. Maybe two more rounds, and my life fee for a school year will be settled.

But such a shameful thing can only be thought about after all.

Going out the door with weak steps, Thomas was already waiting not far from the book shop.

Seeing Zheng Qing with a pale face and sloppy footsteps, and hearing his general experience, he couldn't help shaking his head, and said, "Old Payne is messing around, why would he use the method of blood refining to sacrifice the wizard book for you?"

"Could it be a great danger?" Hearing a few sensitive words, Zheng Qing's eyes darkened.

"That actually is not," Thomas explained with a sideways glance at Zheng Qing: "On the contrary, the wizard book obtained from this sacrifice has a good benefit to spells, and it also has a strong growth potential. It's just that you are just a public fee You shouldn't be treated like this no matter what!"

"Probably he recognized the wrong person." Zheng Qing recalled the situation of entering the shop, feeling a little uncertain.

"It's very possible, and it's also possible that he was happy to see Liexin. Old Payne is famous for doing whatever he wants." Thomas took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a bright red pill, and stuffed it into Zheng Qing's mouth : "Eat the blood-replenishing one. Otherwise, I doubt you will pass out on the ground after walking a few steps. The interviewer is really not what I should do. It's just a male security guard."

He patted his Dharma book, leaving a clear water ball near Zheng Qing's mouth.

When the red pill entered the mouth, Zheng Qing chewed vigorously a few times, poked his mouth to take a few mouthfuls of the clear water ball in front of him, and swallowed it.

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Wiping his mouth, a burning feeling surged from his stomach to all parts of his body.

His face was hot, and even his lower body felt a little swollen.

"This is for replenishing blood? It feels so strange!" Zheng Qing crossed his legs in embarrassment, fanning the wind with his brand-new book, trying to convince himself that his blush was due to the surge of Blood Qi.

"You knew how to make it when you were a sophomore." Thomas grinned maliciously, and said with a smile: "For many sophomores and juniors, this small pill without side effects can be used in many places! Of course , the premise is that you can pass the freshman exam."

Zheng Qing really couldn't ignore Thomas' teasing, his face was even redder.

It's not that I said such shameful words, why did I blush!

He growled inwardly.