Monster Hunting High School

After lingering on Zheng Qing's body for a while, the small green snake phantom followed his body and slipped silently into the 'deck' of the leaf boat again, disappearing without a trace.

Zheng Qing sat cross-legged beside his husband, silently watching the fleeting light outside the five-colored light. His thoughts were opened little by little. The questions in his heart were no longer limited to the troubles in front of him, but began to list the confusions that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time.

However, not before he could speak.

The gentleman was the first to ask questions.

"——Do you have any more specific plans after graduation?" He held his hands, tilted his head, and looked at the boy curiously. His eyes lost the seriousness when he talked about 'death' before, and looked extremely pure.

Zheng Qing was slightly startled.

Because this question is too common and 'simple', it is slightly inconsistent with the atmosphere of the conversation at the moment.

But he didn't dare to be careless about his husband's question. He immediately lowered his head and thought about it seriously, fearing that there was some deep meaning in his husband's question.

After graduation?

He has thought about this question countless times this semester.

From the earliest days, he imagined that after graduation, like Deng Xiaoxian recommended, he would go to the new world to explore and work hard, hunting rare beasts that he had never seen before, and with a book of laws and a handful of talismans, he would be able to survive in a place where no wizard had set foot. Regional adventure.

But as time went by, and after many in-depth discussions with Professor Yao and others, he slowly realized how naive his previous ideas were. As the holder of the fourth generation forbidden curse, it is difficult for him to have the choice that ordinary wizards have.

So staying in school became the only option.

The gentleman must know this.

Therefore, the ‘more specific’ plan he mentioned should refer to other directions.

But Zheng Qing was still confused about what to do after graduation—well, get a full sleep first? After all, he had worked hard for a semester and had nearly thirty classes a week. He was very tired both physically and mentally. Sleeping was definitely his top priority. Then what? Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, braid Zheng Su's hair? Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, do you help Poseidon comb his hair? Date with the little white cat Monday to Friday night? Going hunting in the Silent Forest with a few friends on Saturday and Sunday?

It’s very pleasant to think about.

But Zheng Qing doubted whether he was lucky enough to enjoy this comfort.

"——What do you expect from me?" The young wizard threw the question back to his husband with a bit of cunning.

The gentleman was slightly startled.

"What are my expectations for you?" He laughed and shook his head: "I have high expectations for you. Are you sure you want to listen? This world is too boring. As the saying goes, 'Flowing water does not rot, and door hinges do not have beetles'." A world that lacks freshness will slowly stink like a pool of stagnant water. Therefore, I hope you are a new version of the game rules - the old version is bloated and inefficient, with frequent errors, just like the first generation of forbidden spells. Hundreds of great wizards are required to complete the tedious rituals - this state urgently requires iterative upgrades. You are the little butterfly in the South American forest, flapping its wings leisurely in your own world, and the tiny airflow is chaotic. With the blessing of the power, they slowly evolved, collided, merged, and grew stronger, and finally, without you even realizing it, you set off unparalleled winds and heavy rains in the old world..."

This expectation is too heavy.

So much so that when Zheng Qing was halfway through listening, he shook his head repeatedly, saying that his small body could not bear such a heavy burden.

The husband chuckled lightly and changed the topic slightly: "Of course, during this process, I hope you will not deliberately pursue the perfection of the spiritual world."

"No?" Zheng Qing blinked and tentatively repeated the words he heard to make sure he heard them correctly.

"Yes, no." The gentleman nodded slightly: "I know that orthodox magic education pursues the perfection of the spiritual world. But you are not originally from an orthodox education background. People often say, 'There is a tiger in the heart, and the subtlety is Smell the roses, I'd rather you have a kitten in your heart, sniff the dried fish '. Sometimes, imperfection is the real perfection. You must know that life is not only about poetry and the distance, but also about being content with the present. You don't have to torture yourself in this world. Spend the rest of your life with some seriousness, but reward yourself with some stupidity.”

The last sentence is quite interesting.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but lower his head and chew it several times.

Then he raised his head and suddenly asked: "Sir, is the 'three' in Sanyou Bookstore the same as the three in 'three-point dementia' you mentioned? The owner of the bookstore must have three-point dementia?"

The old man raised his eyebrows.

"I have never thought of such a solution." He nodded thoughtfully, and then shook his head: "But according to the meaning of the bookstore owner, Sanyou Bookstore means that there are all books in this bookstore. All the books that have been published and are currently being written and yet have not yet been written.”

"What does a book that has not yet been written look like?" Zheng Qing was puzzled.

The teacher pointed to the fleeting lights outside the five-colored light: "—Hey, look at them, and then think about yourself. In this world, everyone can only see the books within their own field of vision. But if You have enough understanding of the latitude of time, and you happen to have enough magic to create it. Yi, then you are likely to see many books that others cannot see. Those books may or may never appear. The premise is that you know those books. names and the ability to take them off the shelves.”

When he heard the word 'capable', Zheng Qing knew that this thing had nothing to do with him.

He has never been very capable.

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However, a certain word in the gentleman's words just now made him a little concerned.

"You said 'according to the owner of the bookstore'——" Zheng Qing hesitated and repeated what the gentleman had just said.

"I am not the owner of this bookstore, I can only be regarded as the 'store manager' or administrator of this store." The gentleman obviously knew the boy's hesitation, and it happened that he also needed to remind him about this matter: "... Although sometimes, I will drive the horses of Big Klaus's family like Little Klaus plowing the land, after a long time, I will feel that all five horses are mine. But this is not the case."

"The five horses of Big Klaus's family finally belonged to Little Klaus." The young man muttered in a low voice.

The gentleman glanced at him.

Zheng Qing quickly changed his words: "--Well, I mean, sir, who is the owner of the bookstore?"

"I don't know." The gentleman looked a little melancholy: "I also took over the job of the bookstore owner from the previous 'Keeper of the Collection'... According to Him, the previous caretaker of the bookstore was also an ancient, but they have all left this world."

Zheng Qing felt his head buzzing.

"Aren't you the first wizard to break through the ancient level?" He couldn't help but yelled: "You just said that Azathoth dissolved in the unfathomable darkness of the universe, and the others also had a similar fate!"