Monster Hunting High School

Entering the herbal garden, Zheng Qing saw a world that seemed to be cut into pieces.

Not far in front of you, a one-meter-square black cumulus cloud piled up more than ten feet above the ground. White lightning flashed through the clouds, rumbling thunder could be heard, and large raindrops poured down from time to time. Make small holes in the soil. Under the clouds, a piece of dark red grass stretched out its young leaves comfortably, enjoying the tyranny of nature.

A finger's throw away from this violent storm is a swamp with a radius of tens of square meters. A thin mist flows slowly on the mirror-like puddles, and a pile of dark green slender water plants sways left and right with the flow of mist. .

Next to the swamp, there is a small patch of darkness! For several feet, no outside light penetrated. The egg-sized moon hung in the sky, dotted with a starry sky composed of sesame light spots, perfectly simulating a dark world. Several tall plants with round leaves and long stems lowered their heads, as if asleep, and the entire land was enveloped in silence.

And leaving the night, one step away is a desert. Coarse gravel and heavily weathered stones are scattered messily on the land, and spiky plants form a nest, threatening any eater who covets their flesh and blood.

Looking around, there are strange and strange environments everywhere.

The sun is shining brightly on the left, the fog is thick on the right, the rain is pouring in front, and the thunder is thundering behind.

There are dozens of different natural environments mixed in within a few miles of land, which makes people feel trembling.

The so-called sunrise in the east and rain in the west is not as charming as this scenery.

"One step of thunder, one step of drizzle, one step of moonlight, one step of scorching sun." Zheng Qing admired, looking at this dazzling world, feeling quite dizzy.

"Don't just look at the distance, look at your feet!" A gruff voice interrupted the poetic sentiment that had sprouted in the public-funded student's view.

Zheng Qing looked up and saw the chubby old man he saw outside the garden.

The old man was wearing straw sandals, and the trousers of his gray overalls were rolled up high, revealing his thin calves with some yellow spots. He was holding a pickaxe covered with mud in one hand, and a brass watering can with a slender mouth hung on his waist. His back was hunched, and he was carrying a huge straw hat. He looked like a turtle spirit carrying a turtle shell.

"Uncle Stendhal," Professor Li Qihuang stepped forward respectfully and explained: "These are the freshmen of Jiuyou College this year. I will bring them here to expand their knowledge."

The fat old man ignored him and instead bowed his body lower.

Professor Li didn't make a sound, he just motioned for everyone to stay where they were and be quiet.

"Boom!" The old man's pickaxe stomped heavily on the field ridge, but it seemed that the hoe did not hit the soft soil, but hit a big drum covered with cowhide, and the dull sound slowly came from the ground. The shock caused Zheng Qing's feet to feel numb.

"Boom!" The old man didn't pay attention to the frightened expressions of the freshmen, but instead stomped a few more times.

"Ha! Found it!" Old Man Stendhal cheered, swung his hoe high, smashed it hard into the soil, and then turned it over hard, and a big pit appeared in front of everyone.

The students standing in the front row stretched their necks hard to see what was at the bottom of the pit.

Soon, they discovered that there was no need to crane their necks at all.

Because a plant struggled to crawl out from the bottom of the pit, waving its broad leaves. There is a light yellow flower on the top of its head, with five or six thin petals covered with mud. There are only two broad leaves on the long and thin stem, which is waving left and right like two arms.

At this moment, it was trying hard to get out of the mud pit its long roots with tangled fluff, and jumped away and ran away.

"Running Master Rabbit!" Fatty Xin shouted, "Hey! It's become a spirit!"

"Catch it!" Old Man Stendhal raised his hoe and shouted, "Don't let it escape!"

"Don't move!" Professor Li Qihuang yelled, stopping the commotion of the freshmen, and shouted: "Don't forget what I said before entering the garden!"

All the students froze in place, not daring to move.

The plant seemed to have found an opportunity to escape, and ran away along the gap between the newlyweds' trousers.

"Hey! It ran away again!" Old Man Stendhal angrily stamped his hoe and sighed.

"They are freshmen and they don't know how to take care of these treasures." Professor Li said with an apologetic smile: "I'm afraid the rabbit plant just now is not 200 years old. If some of the stamens are knocked off by the children, they can't afford to chop it up."

"It's not expensive! One petal only costs more than two hundred." Old man Stendhal muttered, shaking his head repeatedly: "These little guys nowadays don't know how to be considerate to the elderly."

There are more than two hundred petals per flower! Zheng Qing was secretly speechless. He would not be so stupid as to think that the petals of this kind cost two hundred coppers.

The students who stayed where they were were horrified and even more afraid to move.

"There it is!" Fatty Xin shouted again, pointing to the hills not far away. Behind a low blue-black stone, yellow flower buds are as conspicuous as lanterns in the dark night.

The yellow flower seemed to feel something, and suddenly shrank back, disappearing behind the stone.

"You have no brains and ran to the rocky beach." After taking one look, the old man Stendhal stopped worrying and sneered: "Any two kids can catch it back!"

Professor Li nodded in agreement: "I remember that the underground area was full of rocks. Mr. Rabbit probably wouldn't be able to escape there."

"Nice young man!" Uncle Stendhal leaned on his crotch and looked at Fatty Xin cheerfully, his round face full of joy: "You have a good vision... I'll give you a task to kill that little rabbit plant." Can you bring it back to me?"

"Promise to complete the mission!" Fatty Xin tried his best to tighten his face and look solemn.

"No need to worry, no need to worry. You can ask another classmate to help. Just in case." Old Man Stendhal paused and looked up at the other students: "Two more awesome young men will follow this little fat guy. Let’s help me catch that little thing!”

Zheng Qing lowered his head silently, avoiding the old man's critical gaze.

He still remembered that in the foreseeable future, his funds would be very tight, and he would have no spare money to spend on this precious garden.

After a while, Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin took the old man's instructions and went to the rocky beach to catch the escaped magic plant.

"Master Rabbit who has become a spirit!" Professor Li held up the shield on his head and looked at the backs of the two students worriedly: "Is this a mission from someone?"

"Yes!" Uncle Stendhal shook his head repeatedly and complained: "Professor Zhang in Room 308 of the laboratory building wants three milliliters of Lord Rabbit's breast milk, and old lady Hillman on the second floor below wants one dollar of Lord Rabbit's bud powder. . Keep urging, urging, urging!”

As he spoke, he shook the pickaxe on his finger.

Zheng Qing was surprised to find that the hoe turned into a shovel.

"The old rabbit plant was just the right year, but it turned into a spirit and ran around." The old gardener waved his shovel and filled the big hole just dug in the ground. When he raised his head again, his face was full of smiles: "It just so happens that you guys Here you go, just in time. Go run some errands for me and catch that little thing."

"If there's nothing else, I won't bother you." Professor Li seemed to remember something, moved back, and said with a smile, "You continue to be busy, I will take the others around first."

"Others?" Old Man Stendhal raised his chin very hard, with a smile on his face: "Since you have come to Baicao Garden, don't just look. I happen to have some tasks here to trouble you."

Professor Li Qihuang stopped, smiled bitterly, and did not refuse.