Hunting High School

Deng Xiaoxian is twenty-seven years old this year. He has a long face with slender eyebrows, thin lips, and a sallow complexion. A lock of long hair on his forehead covers his left eye. A white robe.

Zheng Qing still remembers seeing Deng Xiaoxian for the first time in early autumn five years ago.

Old shopkeeper Deng grabbed the lock of hair on his forehead and dragged him to his Huichun Hall. His roar echoed throughout the street:

"One bottle is not full, half the bottle is dangling!"

"Who do you think you are? What do you do? Do you know the fifteen uses of Pleiades Neijin? You dare to learn from others to prescribe prescriptions even if you can't memorize the properties of the medicine! And dare to venture into the new world!!"

"I'm unlucky that you lost your way! Old Deng's family deserves to be the last! What if you tricked the rest of the hunting team? Who are they going to ask for reason?"

"Thinking that a registered wizard can turn the world upside down! It's so ridiculous! Do you think those big monsters outside are all made of paper?"

Zheng Qing was lying at the door, looking at the old doctor who used to be kind and kind, blushing, furious, and crying.

Pan Lu'er bowed his head and knelt in front of the shrine in the middle hall of Huichun Hall, without saying a word.

Since then, the shopkeeper of Huichuntang has become this young man with a lock of forehead hair.

The merchants of Huiziji strictly abide by the laws and regulations of the country. On weekdays, the doors are closed at nine o'clock in the morning, and they are closed exactly at five o'clock in the afternoon. Only Pan Lu'er dismissed it, and opened the door lazily on weekdays when he scored four strokes, and the door was half closed at two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

After Lao Deng, the shopkeeper, handed over the key to Pan Lv'er, he went wandering somewhere, and he didn't come back every three to five years. There are no employees in the store, and the dispensing of medicines and medical treatment must be handled by the shopkeeper. Pan Lu'er also boiled prescriptions and refined pills on weekdays. Occasionally, customers came. He either said that the shopkeeper was not there, or he used those prescriptions to fool the customers, and he never put his heart into this shop.

He was only concentrating on reciting.

The shopkeeper Lao Deng once said that if Pan Lv'er wants to leave, he must be able to skillfully dispense three hundred prescriptions handed down from his family, gather and scatter for fifty, and silently compose the three chapters of "Golden Chamber to Help the World", "Holding the Bottle" and "The Taoist Master of Hanmei". There are tens of thousands of prescriptions in this book.

In order to leave Huichun Hall as soon as possible, shopkeeper Xiao Deng began to endorse with all his life.

Zheng Qing chose a character from each of the three book titles he had memorized, and gave him the nickname "Jin Ping Mei". Every time he saw him recite a book, he used the nickname to make fun of him.

Pan Lu'er often blows into his nostrils, blowing his locks of hair fluttering, pretending to be angry.

...

After putting the three kraft paper parcels on the counter of Huichun Hall, Zheng Qing hurried out to ask Pan Luer about his schooling experience, and asked him if he had any good suggestions.

"What advice do you want to hear?" Deng Xiaoxian put down the book in his hand and sat up straight.

Zheng Qing was speechless.

"I know more than two hundred hidden passages between the four colleges; I also know the secret camps left by the seniors in the Silent Forest; I also know which courses you take in the second half of the semester are easier to get credits."

"But I can't tell you."

"Before every student leaves school, they will sign a 'Silence Pact' with the school to keep everything about the school a secret. This contract was drafted by the First University Professors' Joint Conference, and it has been justified by the Wizards Council. The effect is quite amazing."

Seeing Zheng Qing's disappointment, the treasurer Xiao Deng rolled up the 'Jin Ping Mei' in his hand, and taught: "First University is a Sacred Land. It allows you to grow and mature quickly. The joy of life lies in growing up. behind it. It’s like playing a game, if you pass the levels with cheats, what’s the fun in it?”

"I only have one suggestion for you, make more friends and participate in more social activities." Deng Xiaoxian raised two fingers and concluded.

"This is two." Zheng Qing corrected.

A customer grabbing medicine came in front of the door of Huichun Hall. Pan Lu'er gave Zheng Zheng a sideways look, then blew up the long lock of hair on his forehead, and led the customer into the store.

Zheng Qing let out a long breath, feeling much relieved for some reason in his heart.

...

Huiziji is a very small market.

It is so small that the original trading method of bartering is still used in this market.

There are only about twenty shops in the whole market. The streets are old, and the shops are very simple. Many of the shop's signboards are written directly with the name of the shop, without any fancy magic effects.

This made Zheng Qing, who had been baptized by the gorgeous magic of Sijifang, feel a certain sense of gap.

He felt that he had an obligation to help the elders in his hometown change this backwardness.

"Little Qingzi, did you run out of talisman papers last time? How are you getting ready for college?" Granny Cai from Baicaotang stopped Zheng Qing with a smile.

Baicaotang is a store specializing in talisman paper, cinnabar, brush and ink and other utensils in Huizi Ji. For a while, Granny Cai agreed with Zheng Qing to exchange the finished talisman posts for brand new blank posts, which made Zheng Qing very grateful.

"I still have some talismans from last time. But because I have to go to school, I don't think I will be back soon, so I plan to get some more." Zheng Qing replied respectfully.

After returning from Sijifang some time ago, Zheng Qing went straight to Huiziji to inquire about the situation of the First University in these old neighborhoods. I never thought that most of the shop owners in the market had never gone to university, but they just heard that this university is very good. He didn't know much about other things than Zheng Qing. Xiao Deng, the only storekeeper who had gone to school, did not know where he went in those few days, and he didn't even open the shop.

Really frustrating.

However, the store owners in the market are all very old, so they eat more salt. In a few words, he gave Zheng Qing many good suggestions.

For example, Grandma Cai asked Zheng Qing to leave a letter and write down the situation, and she can help pass it on to Mr. Wu; another example, Boss Huang from "Da Dai Li Ji" suggested that Zheng Qing bring some jade pendants and give them to classmates. A very nice little gift; Dr. Li from Bencaoju urged Zheng Qing to bring some decoctions.

"Everything is forewarned. You must be careful when eating the soup outside. If you have a bruise, the school doctor of that school will not always follow you. Take a few stickers of commonly used ones and put them in the In your bag, after all, it makes people feel more at ease."

At that time Zheng Qing gratefully accepted these gifts. After returning home, the more she thought about it, the more embarrassed Zheng Qing felt. After thinking hard about Meditation for a few days, I finally came up with a good idea.

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He intends to help the old shops in Huiziji to install some modern and more dazzling signs. Just like those shops in Sijifang, they look very tall.

So he came to the market today and planned to do some preparations first.

"Little Qingzi, did you forget something?"

"Do you remember the granddaughter who didn't bring Boss Huang! You came late, and that little girl was driven to the mountain by Boss Huang!"

"When you go to college, you have a lot of ideas. Are you planning to take over all the shops of us old guys?"

The bazaar is not big in the first place, and it soon attracted crowds and jokes from other shopkeepers.

He begged for mercy everywhere in embarrassment, and after measuring the facades of these shops, he fled in despair.

Next time you come back, you must let these old antiques see the splendor of modern magic.

Zheng Qing thought fiercely in her heart.