Hunting High School

Baiding calendar September 13th, lunar calendar August 14th.

Saturday.

It is suitable for offering sacrifices, praying for blessings, and offering incense;

Avoid making, marrying, and making stoves.

As a pure-blooded earth wizard, Zheng Qing hadn't carried out any frenzied transformation on his own body, so he didn't vomit acid in Fatty's face in the end.

Of course, as compensation, he grabbed Fatty's peach charm and hung it around his neck.

Before going out, Zheng Qing checked the old almanac again, and then hurriedly burned three sticks of incense in front of the shrine, praying that the patrol tonight would be safe and sound.

There are still a few hours left until the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival, and of course, in the wizarding world, this day is also known as the Autumn Festival.

The ancients said that the sacrifices of the four seasons are called Suyue in spring, Xuandi in summer, Chang in autumn, and Zheng in winter; and because "di" is the sacrifice with the most yang energy, and "taste" is the sacrifice with the most yin energy, so , the wizards chose the two poles of Yin & Yang, the sun and the moon, as the objects of worship for the Spring and Autumn Festival.

Zheng Qing didn't care about all kinds of whimsical ideas of the ancient wizards. His only concern was that as the day when the yin qi flourished was approaching, would there be some ghosts and ghosts who would come over without knowing their interests and interfere with the big patrol of own.

It is ten o'clock at night.

The school work committee arranged for him to patrol at one o'clock in the morning, but because the dormitory administrator, Mr. Ni, often leaves work around eleven o'clock—if it happens to be a day with plenty of moonlight, such as around the fifteenth of each month, five Grandpa may slip away earlier. In order to avoid being locked in the dormitory, Zheng Qing could only go out early.

Normally at this time, he should be lying on his large and comfortable six-poster bed, by the white light tube in the dormitory, happily enjoying the spiritual food of the wizarding world, and ready to meet with Duke Zhou at any time.

But now, he was forced to wear a large red robe, holding a book, a bunch of talismans around his neck, and a stack of talismans in his arms. He came to the bank of Linzhong Lake anxiously. A hideous face could be seen.

Is there anything worse than this?

The cold wind blows, making the restless public finance student shudder.

Zheng Qing sighed, wrapped his robe tightly, and trotted along the tree-lined road. Accompanying him all the way, apart from the cold wind, was the sound of insects one after another.

weather is good.

Maybe because the fifteenth day is approaching, the moon is bright and round, and it looks a little bigger than usual.

The cool moonlight flows through the shadows of the whirling trees, and drips on the bluestone road, the shadows are faint, and it looks more and more quiet and pleasant.

If it was on a normal day, Zheng Qing might be overjoyed at the gift from the world, maybe he would have picked up the Zihao, spread out the yellow paper, and sketched a few talismans that fit the meaning of the dark under the moonlight.

But now, he can only pray that those creatures who love the full moon can restrain themselves and not run around in the campus.

The meeting place notified on the penalty letter is located by the Linzhong Lake.

To be precise, it was in front of the cabin next to the lakeside pier.

The owner of the cabin is named Verne, an old school worker. He is mainly responsible for tidying up the flowers and plants by the Linzhong Lake, and taking care of the narrow boats on the pier. By the way, this old school worker also occasionally Acting as a ferryman in the silent river, he often takes a small wooden boat to take curious students to visit the mysterious Phuket Island during the holidays.

It is said that the old man Verne used to be a professor at the First University, but because he was too old to adapt to the various theories developed by modern magic, he applied for a retreat. And he is a person who can't stay idle, so he simply joined the school work committee and helped the First University take care of Linzhong Lake.

Zheng Qing is convinced of this statement.

Because Linzhong Lake is next to Shushan Pavilion, Zheng Qing's self-study is next to the window. He had seen through the window more than once when the old man was patrolling the lake, he swung his cane and knocked the murlocs who surfaced into the water.

One stick, one stick.

Those murlocs with immense strength once made Zheng Qing and other freshmen helpless, but obediently sank back to the bottom of the water under the old man's stick.

If it weren't for the former professor, who could teach those monsters so easily?

Running along the lakeside path to the end is the Linzhong Lake Wharf.

This simple pier built of logs is the only transportation hub for the entire Great Lakes. Whether it is a visitor who comes upstream from the Silent River or a tourist who intends to go to the island in the middle of the lake, it is inevitable to meet this pier.

Old man Verne's log cabin is blocked at the entrance of the pier.

Today, the old man did not stay in his small wooden house as in the past, but leaned against the big bluestone by the lake with his wooden stick in his arms, squinting his eyes, as if he was feeling the beauty of the bell under the moon.

The old hound named May lay lazily at the old man's feet, with its fluffy tail swinging around on the grass, dialing those glowing little bugs.

When Zheng Qing arrived at the pier, many unfamiliar faces had already gathered here.

In the depths, the short Lin Guo was holding a heavy and large book, with a wind lamp floating above his head, which was particularly eye-catching among a group of silent wizards.

"A very nice lantern." Zheng Qing stretched out his hand, feeling the light flickering behind the glass, and praised repeatedly: "The most amazing thing is that it can float in the air... You must have put a lot of thought into this lantern. "

"This lamp belongs to Grandpa Verne." Lingo smiled embarrassedly: "Grandpa saw me reading under the firefly, so he lent me this lantern."

Hearing this, Zheng Qing hurriedly greeted the old man Verne.

The old man turned his head and replied in a rough voice: "Well, the light of the firefly is too dim, and the frequency is low. It is not good for the eyes if you use it for a long time... You are still young, you must learn to cherish your eyes. Otherwise, you will grow old Trouble...like this old chap."

As he spoke, he rubbed the old hunting dog lying in the grass with his toes.

The wrinkled skin on Lord Wuyue's face trembled, and there was a small whimper in his throat, as if he was complaining.

The old man heyed twice, and comforted: "I see, I see, you have the best nose, it doesn't matter if you can't see it!"

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When Zheng Qing said hello to the old man Verne, the blank boy next to him was still holding the thick notebook, chanting words in his mouth, and he could vaguely hear the phrase "the vernal equinox climbs to the sky, the autumnal equinox dives into the abyss".

"Do you still think you can meet a dragon tonight?" Zheng Qing turned around and couldn't help joking.

"Alas." Lin Guo put away the scroll, folded his hands, and looked like a little adult, sighed: "Alchemy requires too many materials...and too expensive! A few grams of Tai Sui's dry mill powder costs ten pieces Jade coins, bits of the Philosopher's Stone can only be exchanged for credits... how long have we been in school, how can we have so many credits!"

"How long have we been in school, yet you have already used the Philosopher's Stone." Zheng Qing suppressed his smile, and complained silently: "I remember that the application of the Philosopher's Stone was only involved in the alchemy junior course. "

"Didn't I learn early?" Lin Guo twisted her body awkwardly, and then couldn't help sighing: "I didn't think too much... as long as I can collect a few milliliters of ambergris and a few pieces of residual scales, I can collect some Just enough raw materials for the experiment...Of course, it would be even better if our patrol team hit it hard enough to vomit blood."

"You've thought enough." Zheng Qing stopped the little boy from continuing to think unscrupulously.

Sure enough, at the age of the second year of middle school, there is nothing but the unthinkable, and nothing dare to think about.