Monster Hunting High School

"Professor! Professor Li!"

Duan Xiaojian, who had gone to Uncle Stendhal to ask for a piece of grass, suddenly jumped up and down outside the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Lower your voice," Downton said dissatisfied not far away: "Pay attention to your image!"

The onlookers soon revealed a gap, allowing the messenger to pass through the human wall.

Jiang Yu quickly raised his head, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Uncle Stendhal said that the latest batch of grass has just sprouted and there are no ready-made fruits." Duan Xiaojian squeezed through the crowd and brought bad news to everyone.

Jiang Yu's face suddenly lost color and turned pale.

"No?" Professor Li frowned.

Zheng Qing glanced at the little witch worriedly and speculated in his heart that if there were no special herbs, the professor would definitely take Li Meng to the school hospital for treatment.

As a result, this trip to Baicao Garden may come to an end.

"Where can this kind of grass be found?" He poked Xiao Xiao next to him and inquired: "Can you find it in Wandering Bar?"

As Jiang Yu's friend, he felt it was his responsibility to do something.

Especially since she had done him such a big favor not long ago.

Before Xiao Xiao could answer, Duan Xiaojian, who was standing in front of Professor Li, had already spread his palms and added: "Uncle Stendhal gave me a few leaves, saying they were Migu leaves and they were also useful. Let me here you are."

Professor Li took the leaves.

Jiang Yu's eyes showed a hint of nervousness.

"Myrtle." A smile appeared on the professor's face again. He corrected Duan Xiaojian's name and explained to everyone: "These leaves are the leaves of Myrtlewood. Its effect is similar to that of strip grass. It is used here. It’s also very suitable.”

Onlookers were relieved.

"Why are you gasping for air when you talk!" Zheng Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.

He put his arm around Duan Xiaojian's neck, strangled him hard, and complained loudly: "You are easily beaten in our class like this, do you know?"

There was a chuckle from the crowd.

The professor pinched the leaves in his hand, raised his head, looked at Jiang Yu, and comforted: "To be precise, the leaves of 'Mihumu' are much more effective than those of 'Tiaocao', so don't worry."

Jiang Yu took a long breath, bit her lip, and nodded heavily.

"Migui?" Zheng Qing poked Xiao Xiao beside him.

Xiao Xiao glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Zheng Qing pretended to just remember it and smiled mischievously: "I forgot that your notebook is not with you... Of course, you can answer this question after you leave the garden."

"Childish!" Xiao Xiao twitched the corner of his mouth and gritted his teeth and explained: "The head of Magpie Mountain is called Zhaoyao. There are many osmanthus and gold and jade on the mountain. There is grass, which looks like a leek but is green, and its name is Zhu. For the rest, you will not be hungry if you eat it. There is a tree, which is shaped like a grain and has a black texture. Its name is "Migui".

"Very standard." When Professor Li heard this explanation, he turned his head in surprise, looked at Xiao Xiao, gave a thumbs up and praised: "The "Wizard Encyclopedia" can only give so many definitions...according to me You should also receive an award of one credit for the general requirements in the class.”

Xiao Xiao smiled reservedly, bowed to thank him, and then glanced at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing shrugged, lowered his head and began to carefully observe the professor handling the leaves.

"Remember, the use of spells is prohibited in the Herb Garden."

After emphasizing, Professor Li took out a white jade mortar from his pocket and threw in the few pieces of rice flour leaves. 【】

Zheng Qing remembered Jiang Yu's behavior not long ago and couldn't help but wink at the female squad leader. Jiang Yu had a blush on her face and remained silent.

The professor seemed to have forgotten that Jiang Yu used magic to examine Li Meng not long ago. While grinding it carefully, he slowly explained to the students:

"Under normal circumstances, the leaves of 'Myrtlewood' will be made into accessories by wizards and hung on their bodies to resist the confusion of psychedelic formations. They are used as navigation guides and are quite effective. This is also the most basic use of Myrtlewood. Instructions."

"But like all magical plants, wizards can always find their deeper working principles through long practice."

"Like the Myrtlewood."

"Through sufficient experiments and tests, wizards have confirmed that the reason why the myrtle tree is 'unconfused' is because it has 'potential spiritual signs'. In other words, this plant has spirituality and can anchor the mind of wizards. "

"This is how it wakes up the unconscious."

“Things with unclear vision, blurred vision, darkness and lack of light are called coma, confusion and confusion are called coma, and loss of consciousness is called coma.”

"The gleaming light of the misty bean tree shines in the sky, setting a spiritual mark. Once the mind is set, it will pass away naturally."

As he spoke, the leaves in the mortar had been crushed into pulp, and the spirit in the beech wood was forced out of the cells by the jade pestle, mixed with fine foam, and gathered into a pool of dark green juice.

Professor Li then took out the glass measuring cup and filter. After filtering out the residue, he poured the remaining small cup of leaf juice directly into Li Meng's mouth.

"Doesn't this recipe need any other medicine?" a classmate next to him asked.

"No need." Professor Li shook his head and added: "Actually, this is not a complete prescription. It is just tailored to the disease. Similar to this kind of 'confusion-curing' medicine, the purer the medicinal materials. , the effect is more significant.”

After pouring the concoction into his mouth, within a moment, Li Meng's originally empty eyes became a little brighter.

Jiang Yu let out a long breath.

The crowd of onlookers burst into cheers.

"Quiet!" Monitor Downton was trying to control the situation from behind the team again: "Everyone, don't be chaotic, keep order!"

When the little witch woke up completely, the earth dragon in front of the team had also moved away and disappeared among the fields.

Uncle Stendhal stood on the side of the road, beckoning the freshmen to continue marching deeper into the garden.

"Hurry up, you little guys!" The old school worker stood not far in front with a pickaxe and shouted loudly: "If you plan to finish class early, hurry up."

The freshmen hurried on under Professor Li's urging.

"Is it easy for spirit witches to faint?" Zheng Qing walked in the middle of the team and looked at the little witch with her head hanging on Jiang Yu's arm. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "It's not even a month since school started, and you've already been unconscious for two days." Times, tsk tsk.”

He shook his head in confusion.

Jiang Yu glanced at him angrily and said nothing.

"Die!" The little witch broke free from her cousin's restraints and pushed the snarling public-funded student towards the roadside.

Zheng Qing staggered back a few steps, and suddenly felt as if his calf had been hit hard by a hammer. His knees went numb. He couldn't help but scream, and bent his legs to kneel on the ground.

"Hey!" He shouted in pain, raised his head and looked at the perpetrator.

Not far from him, several tall shrubs were shaking their branches, smashing out beans-like objects, knocking several nearby students upside down.

These beans exploded instantly after hitting the protective clothing, splashing out a pool of paint-like liquid that stuck firmly to the protective clothing. The protective clothing made of dragon skin made a rustling sound under the liquid, and bursts of white smoke came out. A foul odor evaporated and spread to all directions.

The already tense team immediately fell back into chaos.

"It's really annoying!" Old man Stendhal hurried to the scene of the accident from the front of the team. He was quite helpless to these freshmen who were constantly in trouble: "Can't you just walk peacefully in the middle of the road for a while?"

Zheng Qing was stunned, smiled dryly, and lowered his head.

"What the hell is this?" Li Meng covered her nose and cried loudly, "It stinks!"

"Do you know it smells bad?" Old Man Stendhal tilted his head, gave her a sideways glance, and lectured her: "If you just walk on the road honestly, you won't trigger the defense mechanism of these 'black-leaf stinky beans', so you don't need to smell it. It stinks."

Li Meng flattened her mouth and said nothing.

While the old gardener was chattering, he dug a handful of fresh soil from the feet of the black-leafed stinky bean plant, poured some water from the copper pot on his waist, mixed it with the soil, mixed it into mud, and smeared it on the soil. A new student's protective clothing was contaminated by stinky beans.

"Okay," the old man patted Zheng Qing's calf with his rough hands, and shouted: "It will be fine when the mud dries up. Now, hurry up!"

"Just walk along the middle of the road!"

"Stop causing trouble!"

Li Meng hung his head in Jiang Yu's arms in frustration, looking a little downcast.

Zheng Qing grinned, limped along with the team, and continued walking deeper into the garden.