Monster Hunting High School

The weather in the afternoon was a little dull. [ ]

The clouds in the sky had not completely dissipated, and the sun was half-hidden, revealing its face, and a few rays of light leaked lazily through its fingers.

The courtyard of the institute was not large, and the layout was very compact.

The sun could only leave a small bright spot in the courtyard.

The two young wizards walked past the spot and went deep into the backyard.

There was a small garden there, where some herbs and seedlings commonly used in alchemy were planted, which belonged to Dr. Du Zem's private wealth.

The old mulberry tree they were looking for grew in the center of the nursery.

I don't know if it was because the bluestone road under my feet was engraved with those spells, but it was very quiet along the way, and there was not even the disturbance of the singing insects. This quiet environment made Zheng Qing feel very comfortable.

There was a row of lush creepers at the corner of the tall wall next to the alley.

Zheng Qing was impressed by this row of plants.

He remembered that when he was waiting at the door, there were many interesting little lives hidden under the broad leaves of these vines.

Of course, even now, if he pays close attention, he can always find those dodgy and peeping eyes among the vines.

"When I get old, I will also buy a secluded house. Open up a small garden and grow some vegetables, fruits, herbs and flowers. There should be a well in the yard and a lounge chair. Plant a big locust tree. In midsummer, lying under the locust tree, tut tut, just thinking about it makes me feel beautiful." Zheng Qing held the porcelain plate and jade scissors, took a deep breath, and planned his retirement life at will: "Like those tree spirits and grass spirits, I will build grass nests for them to prevent them from harming my garden."

Jiang Yu looked like he had seen a ghost.

"You haven't even been an adult for a year, and you're already thinking about retirement?" She couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You're thinking too far ahead."

"Because I always feel that I can't adapt to this world." Zheng Qing was a little depressed: "Before, when a large group of people on campus were watching and speculating on the cause of the kitten's death, I mentioned that the kitten might have been killed by a wizard, and many people despised me... Ah! Sorry, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it."

He suddenly realized that the kitten's owner was walking in front of him, and he felt regretful and apologized repeatedly.

But obviously, his words rekindled Jiang Yu's negative emotions.

"It doesn't matter, you're not wrong." Jiang Yu lowered his head and walked in the shadows between the buildings. His voice seemed a little depressed: "In fact, maybe you said the real cause of its death."

"But by the lake, no one supported me." Zheng Qing always felt very uncomfortable when he thought of the eyes of the crowd.

"That's because there are some things that you can think about, but you can't say them in public." Jiang Yu turned around and forced a smile: "My tutor once discussed this kind of problem with me. If your point of view is 'politically incorrect', then even if you are telling the truth, no one will accept it."

"Humans always like to deceive themselves." Zheng Qing sighed: "How naive."

"No, you are the one who is really naive." Jiang Yu shook his head and said softly: "If you still belong to this society, you must obey the ideas of this society. You are not an important person, so your ideas are not important. What is important is everyone's ideas."

As they were talking, the two had come to the center of the small garden in the backyard. The old mulberry tree hung its head steadily, without a single leaf being moved by the breeze, as if it had fallen asleep.

"It's really outrageous!" Zheng Qing thought about Jiang Yu's last sentence, and his tone seemed very unconvinced.

"That's the truth - the speech based on abnormal ideas is an offense to the public."

"What kind of offense is this?" Zheng Qing laughed angrily: "Is it not okay for me to even talk about it if I don't like it?"

"Of course it doesn't matter if I talk about it." Jiang Yu shook his head helplessly: "But if your speech is like cotton wool, and it can be blown away by a gust of wind, then what's the point of saying it? The older you are, the more experience you have, and the more sophisticated you are, you won't say irreversible words."

"Fortunately, I'm still young." Zheng Qing looked at the jade scissors in his hand with self-mockery, and snapped off a few old mulberry leaves viciously.

"Making mistakes is the characteristic of young people, don't worry." Jiang Yu raised the porcelain plate, took the mulberry with leaves, and raised his voice to remind: "That mulberry leaf looks older... Yes, it's on the branch."

Zheng Qing sighed, finally stopped complaining, and began to work quietly.

When the two young wizards returned to the study with a plate of mulberries and young leaves, the doctor was busy at the laboratory table with his back to them.

"Bring the things here." The doctor turned his head, raised his eyelids, looked at the two people, and said with some surprise: "You have selected twelve materials so quickly?"

"Doctor, your eyes..." Zheng Qing looked at the doctor behind the desk and exclaimed in surprise.

Dr. Du Zem's originally empty eye sockets were filled with two eyeballs again.

He looked more lively when he raised his eyes and eyebrows.

The whole person looked much more real.

Although compared with the first time they met, his eyes seemed to be a little bigger and his eye sockets looked a little swollen. But at least it was within the normal range.

Finally, there was no atmosphere of a horror movie. Zheng Qing thought of this and his mood suddenly improved.

"Are your eyes okay?" Jiang Yu looked at him worriedly: "It seems a little congested?"

"Oh, it's okay...the eyeballs have been soaked in the potion for a long time and are a little swollen." Dr. Duzem rubbed his eyes and squinted at the two young wizards: "It would be good to rest a little more at night...so I prepared the medicine. We need to work together to resolve this matter as soon as possible.”

Zheng Qing was shocked and nodded repeatedly.

If he could quietly learn the doctor's method of dispensing medicine, maybe his elf could last longer, he thought happily in his heart.

"Come here, I'll assign the follow-up tasks first." The doctor walked behind the desk and greeted the two young wizards.

On the desk, the thousand-year-old spirit turtle was still lying in the center like a rotten tree. At this moment, it held its neck up like a rotten tree, its nostrils opened and closed, and it stared blankly at a square of sapphire-based medicinal powder placed in front of the table.

A layer of fine red powder has been laid in the roller.

"What is this? Cinnabar?" Zheng Qing carefully rolled the red powder with a white porcelain roller and asked curiously.

"Cinnabar?" The doctor shook his head: "Whether it is cinnabar, saltpeter, alum, or stalactite, these are all tiger and wolf medicines, and your elf cannot bear them."

"This is jade powder." Jiang Yu dug out a little with an ear pick, lightly twisted it on his fingertips, and affirmed: "And it's ripe jade."

The doctor nodded approvingly, then turned his head, stared at a pair of big soaked and swollen eyes, and ordered Zheng Qing: "Go, go to the sunshine outside the house, and continue to grind the fat jade inside, the finer the better."

Zheng Qing took the order and left with his head downcast.

He realized that Dr. Duzem was determined not to let him see the complete process of refining the medicine.

When the sun's light spots on the ground were further stretched and deformed, Jiang Yu finally walked out of the study and called Zheng Qing back into the house.

The white porcelain grinding wheel had rubbed his palms red and itchy, and the jade powder in the medicine grinder had been ground to the point of running water.

Zheng Qing rubbed his red and itchy palms and asked in a muffled voice, "Are you all ready?"

"Yes." Jiang Yu laughed softly: "According to the doctor, this kind of spiritual powder can be mixed later and does not require special refining."

In the study room.

There is a yellowish mortar on the desk.

In the bowl were some finely chopped green and black medicinal materials, a thin layer that barely covered the bottom of the bowl.

Dr. Duzem is using a brush dipped in a bowl of bright red paint to outline a complex talisman array on a wooden board. Several layers of formations of different colors have been embedded under this talisman formation.

"This is a very rare formation." Jiang Yu whispered in his ear.

Zheng Qing could understand the high-end aspects of this formation without any explanation.

Being able to nest several talisman arrays with different effects together and interact with each other requires extremely solid skills and superb talisman array skills.

There are four empty small bowls placed next to Dr. Duzem, and the four colors of black, white, cyan, and yellow paints originally contained in them have been used up.

After he also threw the small bowl filled with red paint on the ground, the doctor finally raised his head.

"Give me the mortar." He ordered in a low voice.

Zheng Qing quickly picked up the medicine bowl not far away and handed it to the doctor.

Dr. Duzem moved the old turtle away, then placed the wooden board covered with talismans in the center of the desk. He took the mortar from Zheng Qing's hand, placed it on the wooden board, and carefully checked the position.

"That's all the basic work." He finally stood up, his voice sounded very tired: "You can just follow my command later...it doesn't require any magic power, it's very simple."

Zheng Qing nodded vigorously.

"Miss Jiang is responsible for the juice squeezed from the old mulberry leaves." The doctor glanced at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu nodded quietly.

"Why is it only green?" Zheng Qing looked at the green leaf juice and wondered: "Where are those mulberries? They should be given some color."

"It was eaten by it." Jiang Yu whispered, quietly pointing to the red-purple stain on the corner of the mouth of the thousand-year-old turtle on the desk: "I just learned that the only juice squeezed out of the mulberry leaves is actually used as medicine."

The spirit turtle seemed to hear the whispers of the two people, raised his head proudly, and curled his lips.

The doctor pondered for a moment, looked at Zheng Qing, and ordered: "As for you, wait until you see the smoke and throw the jade powder in. Don't hesitate."

Zheng Qing continued to nod obediently.

"Finally, remember what you have to do." The doctor turned to look at the old turtle again.

The spirit turtle tilted its neck and raised the corners of its mouth in disdain.

The doctor took a deep breath, looked up at the sunlight outside the window, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

A convex mirror appeared out of thin air above the mortar.

"Fire in the air." He murmured, and the sunlight quickly focused along the lens. In the blink of an eye, the finely chopped medicinal materials at the bottom of the bowl were ignited, and they burst into flames with a hissing sound.

The fire spread and became fierce with the wind, and the fine herbs turned into a pile of fine ash in an instant.

A wisp of blue-white smoke rose up.

"Stones are like water." The doctor suddenly raised his head and looked at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qingfu reached into his heart and waved his hand to raise the jade grinder. The jade powder in the grinder turned into a stream of red light and fell towards the milk bowl, gathering back the rising wisp of green smoke.

"Mu produces gold." Dr. Duzem seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief and looked up at the witch on the side.

Jiang Yu raised the cup in her hand and poured the juice squeezed from the mulberry leaves into the mortar.

One drop.

Two drops.

Three drops.

The green juice fell into the bowl and stuck together with the smoke-filled fine ash. It faded in the blink of an eye and turned into a pile of jelly-like things.

"Medicine is like smoke." A smile appeared on Dr. Duzem's face, and he tapped the turtle shell on the table.

The turtle sighed and leaned over the jelly, opening its mouth.

After a while, a trace of crystal-clear silk thread dripped from the corner of its mouth and landed on the jelly.

The final medicine is the saliva of a thousand-year-old turtle.

Like boiling water falling on an ice cube, the piece of jelly melted with saliva, turning into an almost transparent and light mist in an instant.

"The five qi flow, and the void generates smoke." Jiang Yu clenched his fists and groaned feebly: "Is this what a senior alchemist calls a 'simple blending'? This kind of ingenious and unworkable refining technique is enough for us. I have been studying for many years.”

Zheng Qing looked at the green cloud spinning in mid-air in confusion and shrugged.

He didn't realize how ingenious the doctor's method of dispensing medicine was.

But he immediately became happy again.

Anyway, the elves finally wake up.