Hunting High School

The seating of the three wizards in the first row indicated the official start of the opening ceremony of the school hunting party.

The ever-changing white clouds in the blue sky disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye with a gust of wind.

In the center of the hunting ground, the turbulent and turbulent mist gradually calmed down. Whether it was the dormant horned dragon or the re-hatched small fish, they all disappeared into the depths of the dense fog without a sound.

Although there were occasional murmurs among the surrounding auditoriums, they were quickly infected by the gradually solemn atmosphere in the venue, and slowly fell silent.

Only the flags waving in the wind on the dozens of pillars at the end of the hunting ground were still buzzing.

Jiuyou College is the host college for this year's school hunting meeting.

Therefore, as the dean of the college, Professor Yao naturally took on the heavy responsibility of presiding over the opening ceremony.

"The robe Lao Yao is wearing today is too bright." Zheng Qing muttered, turning the telescope in his hand a little further.

In the lens, is a sallow face with a serious expression.

Lao Yao didn't wear his usual black robe today, but a large and gorgeous red robe. The surface of the robe is covered with talismans drawn with gold and silver threads; there are some shiny jade buttons on the neckline and cuffs; Yet a dignified feeling.

"That's the Magical Robe of the dean of Jiuyou College," Xiao Xiao's small voice sounded from the side: "If you look through the school's previous weddings in the library, you will be able to recognize this suit..."

"Big sacrifice?" Zheng Qing grasped the brass telescope in his hand, feeling a little absurd in his heart.

Jiao is a sacrificial ceremony.

Dajiao, as the name suggests, is a very grand sacrificial ceremony.

This was originally a ritual term used by Taoist priests to pray for blessings and celebrate, but it was used solemnly by wizards at the "school sports meeting" in a wizard university, which always gave people a magical feeling.

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No matter how much the young public finance student complained in his heart, the ceremony on the rostrum was always going on in a regular manner.

However, this is a wizarding university after all.

Professor Yao did not build altars to offer sacrifices, chant scriptures and pray for confession like Taoist priests, nor did he step on the steps and chant mantras with hand seals.

He cleaned his hands in a small golden copper basin, wiped them clean with a white towel, weighed three sticks of incense, and bowed three times to the sky.

The three sticks of incense sticks seemed to be thrown into a raging fire, and after three prostrations, they were burnt into a cloud of fine ash.

The professor didn't collect the fine ash.

Instead, let them drift away with the wind and dissipate in the huge hunting ground.

"Who is he worshiping?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Xiao Xiao: "I never knew that wizards still need to burn incense to worship..."

"There are many things you don't know...and none of them make sense." The doctor set up his binoculars, held a notebook in one hand, and took notes quickly, while putting one eye on the binoculars to observe carefully The movement on the rostrum can distract you from chatting with Zheng Qing at the same time.

This greatly admired the young public finance students.

"So, what is he praying for?" Zheng Qing asked persistently.

"Maybe it's heaven and earth, maybe it's nature, maybe it's just history... Many people have discussed this issue, but the official has not given a clear answer. If you become the dean of Jiuyou College, you can tell the truth to Me." Xiao Xiao shrugged and answered vaguely, at the same time his subordinates were moving their pens like flying, without stopping for a moment.

Zheng Qing turned his head in disappointment, and put his eyeballs into the binoculars again.

On the podium.

At some point in Professor Yao's hand, he picked up a heavy Dharma book.

The wooden cover, the thick pages, and the five-color gemstones inlaid on the spine and cover are shining in the sun. Even though it was far away, Zheng Qing could still clearly see the seven-colored light that the Dharma book was flipping.

"Mist grass..." Zheng Qing muttered, as if sensing something, he stared intently at the book holder.

The professor stood on the podium holding the Fa book in his left hand.

The expression is serious and the demeanor is dignified.

Those energetic little eyes were burning, looking around, easily attracting the attention of everyone on the hunting ground.

Then he raised his right hand lightly, and pressed lightly on the Dharma book.

Zheng Qing suddenly felt that his heart and lungs seemed to be suppressed by some kind of mysterious, and shrunk into a ball, which made him feel suffocated.

This is not his feeling alone.

Following Professor Yao's gesture of raising his hand and pressing falsely, the entire hunting ground was suddenly enveloped in a wave of energy, and the originally restless atmosphere completely fell silent.

Xin Fatty and Zhang Jixin, who were leaning on the chairs next to them and snoring, seemed to be stimulated by something, and sat up in a jerk, staring around with dazed eyes.

Not far away, Li Meng, who had a keen sense of consciousness, had already hidden his head in Jiang Yu's arms, trembling unceasingly.

Professor Yao turned to the first page of the book.

"Hunting words!"

A gentle voice echoed over the hunting ground.

It's not loud, and it's not carried through the morning glory, but it's easy for everyone to hear clearly.

Although Zheng Qing had never heard these two words, he easily understood the meaning and significance of these two words in the reverberation that resounded throughout the audience-this is the prayer and sacrificial song before the hunting meeting.

The originally thick fog in the middle of the hunting ground seemed to be stimulated by something for a moment, and began to roll and turbulent crazily. Suddenly gather together, and then spread out again, like a convulsion.

The young public fee students didn't care about the performance of these 'living creatures' like mist when they were convulsing.

His attention has been involuntarily attracted by the scene under the fog.

Just like the kun fish before turning into a peng disturbed the order in the dense fog not long ago, the scene that was originally hidden under the fog reappeared in front of everyone during the turmoil of the fog.

The endless desert, the raging storm;

The great lake that stretches as far as the eye can see, and the rotting wood floating on the lake;

Swarms of insects, Shrouding the Heavens, densely packed;

There is also a lush grassland, where flowers are in full bloom and trees are competing for spring.

All kinds of contradictory pictures are looming in the dense fog like a revolving lantern. One second ago, it was still full of yellow sand and barren Gobi; .

The young public fee student held the binoculars tightly, watching the scene under the fog without blinking.

If it weren't for the shocked and gasping voices around him, he would have thought that what he saw was a mirage.

"Be careful...it feels like you're about to poke your eyeballs out." Xiao Xiao tugged at Zheng Qing's binoculars and reminded him kindly.

"This...is it true?!" Zheng Qing looked away with difficulty, his voice a little hoarse.

"True or not, you will know soon." Xiao Xiao pointed to the rostrum: "Lao Yao's speech has not been read yet...don't miss the main event."

Zheng Qing immediately turned the telescope back to the professor.

Soon, he discovered that this move was completely unnecessary.

Professor Yao pressed the Dharma book, and a clear voice echoed in everyone's ears:

"The soil is against the house!"

"Water returns to its gully!"

"Insects don't do it!"

"The grass and trees belong to them!"

The gust of wind suddenly rose and rushed down from all directions, tearing the thick fog.

The mist rolled and scattered in all directions, revealing a distant, small, but unusually vast world.

This "Lieci" is borrowed from the "Wax (La) Ci" in "Book of Rites"... I usually don't explain it when I use it, but today this one, the cricket is very not wanting face, and I have changed it A name ←_← so note it, so as not to be ridiculed...