Monster Hunting High School

The 13th day of the ninth month in the Baiding calendar is the 14th day of the eighth lunar month.

Saturday.

It is appropriate to offer sacrifices, pray for blessings, and place incense;

Avoid building, marrying, and cooking stoves.

As an earth wizard with pure blood, Zheng Qing has not yet carried out crazy modifications to his body, so in the end he did not spit out Fatty Xin's face with concentrated sulfuric acid.

Of course, as compensation, he snatched the peach charm from the fat man and hung it around his neck.

Before going out, Zheng Qing checked the old almanac, and then hurriedly lit three sticks of incense in front of the shrine, praying that tonight's patrol would be safe and trouble-free.

There are only a few hours left before the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival. Of course, in the wizarding world, this day is also known as the Autumn Festival.

The ancients said that the sacrifices of the four seasons are called Chunyue in spring, Qidi in summer, Chang in autumn, and Haozheng in winter; and because 'Di' is the sacrifice with the strongest Yang energy, and 'Taste' is the sacrifice with the strongest Yin energy, so , the wizards chose the sun and the moon, the two poles of yin and yang, as the objects of worship in the Spring and Autumn Festival.

Zheng Qing didn't care about all the whims of the ancient wizards. His only concern was that when the day of Yin Qi was approaching, there would be some monsters and monsters that came over and interfered with his patrol.

It's ten o'clock in the evening.

The patrol time assigned to him by the school working committee starts at one o'clock in the morning, but because the dormitory administrator Ni Wuye often gets off work around eleven o'clock - if it happens to be a day with abundant moonlight, such as around the 15th of each month, five I might leave earlier. 【】In order to avoid being locked in the dormitory, Zheng Qing could only go out early.

Normally at this time, he should be lying on his large and comfortable six-poster bed, using the white lamp in the dormitory, happily enjoying the spiritual food of the wizarding world, and being ready to meet with Guild Zhou at any time.

But now, he was forced to wear a large red robe, holding a Dharma book, a pile of talismans around his neck, and a stack of talismans in his arms. He came to the shore of Linzhong Lake anxiously. I saw a ferocious face.

Is there anything worse than this?

The cold wind blew, making the restless public-funded students shiver.

Zheng Qing sighed, wrapped his robe tightly, and jogged along the tree-lined road. Accompanying him along the way, besides the cold wind, was the constant chirping of insects.

The weather is great.

Perhaps because it is approaching the fifteenth day, the moon is bright and round, and it looks a bit bigger than usual.

The cool moonlight flows through the shadows of the dancing trees and onto the bluestone road, making the shadows more and more quiet and pleasant.

On a normal day, Zheng Qing might have been overjoyed with this gift from heaven and earth. He might have picked up the purple hair, spread out the yellow paper, and used the moonlight to outline a few talismans that fit the meaning of gloom.

Now, he can only pray that those creatures who love the full moon can restrain their desires and stop running around on campus.

The meeting place notified in the penalty book is located on the shore of Linzhong Lake. 【】

To be precise, it was in front of the cabin next to the lakeside pier.

The owner of the cabin is named Verne, an old school janitor of the school. He is mainly responsible for tidying up the flowers and plants on the shore of Linzhong Lake, taking care of the narrow boats on the pier, and taking them with him. The old school janitor also occasionally Acting as a ferryman on the silent river, he often takes curious students on a small wooden boat to visit the mysterious Phuket Island during holidays.

It is said that the old man Verne once served as a professor at the First University. Later, because he was too old and was not suitable for the various theories developed by modern magic, he applied for internal retirement. And he was a restless person, so he simply joined the school working committee and helped First University look after Linzhong Lake.

Zheng Qing firmly believed in this statement.

Because Linzhong Lake is close to Shushan Hall, Zheng Qing’s self-study location is next to the window. He had seen the old man through the window more than once, waving his crutch to knock the fish-men who surfaced into the water while patrolling the lake.

One for each stick, one for each stick.

Those powerful murlocs once made Zheng Qing and other freshmen helpless, but they sank back to the bottom of the water under the old man's wooden stick.

If it weren't for the former professor, who could teach those monsters so easily?

Run along the lakeside path to the end, which is Linzhong Lake Pier.

This simple dock built of logs is the only transportation hub in the entire lake. Whether they are visitors coming upstream from the Silent River or those intending to go to the island in the middle of the lake, they will inevitably encounter this pier.

Old Man Verne's cabin is blocked at the entrance to the pier.

Today, the old man did not stay in his cabin as in the past. Instead, he held his wooden stick and leaned in front of the big bluestone by the lake. He squinted his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the beautiful scenery of the clock under the moon.

The old hunting dog named May lay lazily at the old man's feet, its fluffy tail waving back and forth on the grass, calling out the glowing bugs.

When Zheng Qing arrived at the dock, many unfamiliar faces had gathered here.

In the depths, the short Lin Guo was holding a heavy book, with an angry wind lantern floating above his head. He stood out among a group of silent wizards.

"A very good wind lantern." Zheng Qing stretched out his hand, feeling the light flickering behind the glass, and praised repeatedly: "The most amazing thing is that it can float in the air... You must have put a lot of thought into this lantern."

"This lamp belongs to Grandpa Verne." Lin Guo showed an embarrassed smile: "Grandpa saw me reading under the light bug, so he lent me this lantern."

Hearing this, Zheng Qing quickly said hello to the old man Verne.

The old man tilted his head and responded in a rough voice: "Well, the light of the fireflies is too dim and the frequency is low. It is not good for your eyes if you use it for a long time... You are still young, so you must learn to take care of your eyes. Otherwise, you will grow old. Troublesome... like this old guy."

As he spoke, he nudged the old hunting dog lying in the grass with his toes.

The wrinkles on Mr. May's face trembled, and a small whimper came from his throat, seeming to be complaining.

The old man heyed twice and reassured: "I know, I know, your nose is the best, it doesn't matter if you can't see!"

When Zheng Qing said hello to the old man Verne, the dull little boy next to him was still holding the thick notebook and mumbling something. You could vaguely hear the sentence "You ascend to the sky at the spring equinox, and you dive into the abyss at the autumnal equinox."

"Do you still think you can meet a dragon tonight?" Zheng Qing turned around and couldn't help joking.

"Alas." Lin Guo put away the scroll, clasped his hands, and sighed like a young adult: "Alchemy requires too many materials... and they are too expensive! A few grams of Tai Sui's dry powder costs ten pieces. Jade coins, a few fragments of the Philosopher's Stone can only be exchanged for credits... We have only been in school for a long time, how can we have so many credits!"

"We have only been in school for a short time, and you have already used the Philosopher's Stone." Zheng Qing suppressed his smile and complained silently: "I remember that the application of the Philosopher's Stone was only covered in the junior alchemy course. "

"I didn't study early." Lin Guo twisted his body awkwardly, and then couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't think too much... As long as I can collect a few milliliters of ambergris and a few remaining scales, I can gather together Just enough raw materials for experimentation... Of course, it would be better if our patrol team hits it harder and makes it vomit blood. "

"You have thought enough." Zheng Qing stopped the little boy from continuing to think unscrupulously.

Sure enough, at this age of second grade, there is nothing that I can't think of, but I can't think of anything.