Hunting High School

A great shaman in the Northern Song Dynasty, surnamed Qian Taboo and changed to Xibai, once wrote a travel study note called "Southern New Book", which recorded many customs of the shaman world in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

An old story from the Kaiyuan period is mentioned in this notebook "Xin", saying that "... the dragon is rough and fierce, but fears scorpions, loves jade and kongqing, and is addicted to burning swallow meat." Therefore, people who eat swallow meat should not cross the sea...', which implicitly points out that Long Xing likes to eat roasted swallow meat. Even people who eat roasted swallow meat will be easily salivated because of the smell of roasted swallow meat on their bodies. Dragon beasts are injured, so it is not recommended to cross the sea after eating and burning swallows.

There is also a Tang Dynasty wizard named Zhang Shuozhe, who wrote "Four Records of Liang Gong", which records that the daughter of the Dragon King in the East China Sea is in charge of the Dragon King's orbs. What's more...burning five hundred swallows into the Dragon Palace...the gatekeeper Xiaojiao smelled the wax and fell down and dared not move. It's an interesting story of burning swallows and bribing them...'.

Among the notes and manuscripts circulated by many wizards, they all mentioned the characteristic that Long likes to eat roasted swallows.

Roasted swallow is roasted swallow meat.

Swallows, Yan Ye, An Ye, the ancients' tautology. Because of its celestial appearance and charm, it is the most popular among birds, so it has always been loved by wizards, and it is called "the elf among birds"-the rumors of "Swallows in the Fly", which are widely spread today, were born here.

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Most wizards know that dragons and beasts like to eat roasted swallows, but few people know how to roast roasted swallows. Simply, there are not a few gray markets like Wandering Bar in the wizarding world, and wizards can always get something after paying a large amount of jade coins.

However, Zheng Qing felt that as an orphan, Lin Guo should not, and would not spend a large amount of money to buy such a thing with a very short shelf life and a very single purpose.

"Where's the roasted swallow!" Zheng Qing looked at the paper bag in his hand, and finally didn't dare to open it casually, so he could only turn his head and ask the owner of the barbecue, "Are you so sure that you can meet a lost dragon tonight? I remember that it was mentioned in the "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World" that the shelf life of this thing is only 36 hours, beyond the time limit, not to mention those picky dragon species, even grass pythons and Shiba dogs don't like to eat it."

Grass pythons and Shiba Inu are creatures with thin dragon beast blood, and their hobbies are almost exactly the same as those of pure blood dragons. Even they don't like roasted swallows after the expiration date, which shows how demanding this kind of food is on time.

"I baked it myself." Linguo looked around carefully, and said in a low voice, "I've been preparing it since last weekend. I baked it for a week, and it almost broke."

"You!" Zheng Qing's voice suddenly rose, and the pitch was a little distorted.

"Shh!" Lingo quickly waved his own little hand, his head turned around, and he jumped anxiously: "Speak lower!"

Not far away, several young wizards who were chatting looked at the two curiously, and quickly looked away. It was the old hound at Uncle Verne's feet that shook its ears.

Ever since Lin Guo's Shaoyan took out the schoolbag, the old hunting dog opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue and began to salivate, but its small movements were quickly noticed by the old man.

"How old are you!" The old man waved his stick as if to hit him.

The old hound whimpered twice, smacked his lips, and collapsed on the ground weakly.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and repeated it again and again, finally calming down a bit.

The roasting method of Yanyan has been known to few people in the wizarding world.

Maybe there are books on this subject deep in the book mountain library, but not to mention freshmen who have not been in school for a long time, even senior students who have been in school for four years, want to find the recipe for roasting and roasting swallows among the millions of books. The recipes are very difficult.

It is no exaggeration to use the Arabian Nights to describe it.

""Dragon's Food" written by Ryota Yanagi." Lin Guo looked at Zheng Qing proudly: "I found it the first time I entered the library. It described in detail how to cook roasted swallows for dragons and beasts... ...I studied for a summer vacation!"

"You can make money selling roasted swallows in the future." Zheng Qing squeezed the kraft paper package in his hand enviously.

"No." Lin Guo said sullenly: "It's a magic book deep in the Shushan Pavilion. Although I learned it, I can only make one roasted swallow every month, and it can't be traded... Don't think about it. Let me teach you how to do it, the author named Yanagi Ryota seems to have attached a powerful contract to the book, you know."

"Which library is that book in?" Zheng Qing still didn't give up.

"I couldn't find it the second time I went." Lin Guo glanced at him shyly, and said in a low voice, "I asked Professor Zhang in the corridor of the bookshelf, but he ignored me."

"That stingy octopus?" Zheng Qing sighed regretfully, and finally gave up his new money-making plan.

"Professor Zhang, or Mr. Zhang!" The old man Verne poked a fierce face on the ground with the wooden stick in his hand.

Zheng Qing stuck out his tongue, but didn't dare to speak.

"Although all dragons like burning swallows, not all dragons can be tempted by burning swallows." Old man Verne turned his head to look at Linguo, curled his thick fingers, and tapped his little head, He laughed and scolded: "How can such a clever little brain fail to understand such a simple truth?"

Linguo touched the back of her head with tears in her eyes, pouted her lips and did not speak.

"Get ready, I guess the previous patrol team will be back soon." The old man seemed impatient to continue explaining to them, so he just gave an order and walked straight to his cabin.

The old hound trailed behind him lazily. Passing by the two young men, Zheng Qing seemed to see the hunting dog sniffing its nose several times.

After the old man walked away, Lin Guo patted his chest and complained in a low voice: "Old man Verne is so fierce! Every time I see him, I always feel like I have been taught a lesson all my life."

Zheng Qing looked at the little boy in front of him with pity, shook his head, and did not speak.

He has nothing to say.

Although he and Lin Guo exist under this starry sky at the same time, they are actually not in the same world.

In other words, two people have completely different timelines.

Linguo is a very special student. This special does not mean that Lin Guo entered the first university at a young age, but that Lin Guo has a unique concept of time.

According to Lingo's explanation, his concept of time has been reprocessed by consciousness.

In his mind, the more important the event, the earlier the time sequence is, and the earlier it is reflected in consciousness, the earlier it happened.

According to Zheng Qing's vague understanding, Lin Guo marked his own experience and rearranged it in order of importance.

Therefore, in Lin Guo's mind, he has known Blue Bird for a long time.

Even he has known Zheng Qing for more than three years.

The conscience of heaven and earth, three years ago Zheng Qing was still struggling in the tough high school life.

"Doesn't your timeline distort your own consciousness?" Zheng Qing remembered Xiao Xiao's warning not long ago, and asked curiously: "I remember that for wizards, distorting consciousness is a very dangerous behavior."

"But my consciousness is not distorted." Lin Guo arranged the equipment enthusiastically, and replied, "It's just that our timeline is different."

"You can't live in the own world forever." Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment and finally couldn't help persuading him: "The past has passed after all, and adjusting the own timeline randomly is not good for your little mind."

"Aren't you living in the own world?" The little boy retorted bluntly, then lowered his head again and began to fumble in his schoolbag.

On his schoolbag, the Mickey Mouse who was already asleep raised his head at some point, grinning at the young public fee student.

Zheng Qing sighed and gave up discussing this slightly confusing topic.