Monster Hunting High School

This is the first time Zheng Qing came to "Hui Zi Ji".

Huiziji is a market, very small, with only one street.

The entire street is less than ten meters wide, roughly trapezoidal, and loops around for only two or three miles in length.

There are old shops on both sides of the street, and the doors are not neatly arranged. There is a drugstore with a half-open door and no windows. Walking on the street, you can still see vendors setting up stalls in the slightly open areas on both sides, which makes people feel that this market is neglected.

"Our Sanyou Bookstore has a branch here. You can take time to come over and take a look when I'm not around." Mr. Wu walked in front and casually told Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing was humming, but his eyes were fixed on the products displayed by the vendors on both sides of the street.

The long-horned worm, the three-headed dog, the rabbit with a scorpion tail, and the mermaid lying in the bathtub seemed to have inadvertently entered the world of fairy tales. Zheng Qing opened his mouth, grabbed the corner of his husband's clothes, and stared blankly. Looking at these bizarre pictures, I didn't feel much surprise in my heart, only very curious.

Mr. Wu was very satisfied with his performance. Even seeing a few enchanting girls on the street did not make the old man's smiling eyes open wider. He slowed down his pace and introduced the shops on both sides in a warm tone as he walked.

"This 'Authentic Materia Medica' shop mainly sells authentic herbal medicines. Shangdang's Baixu Old Ginseng, Shangzhou Citrus Aurantii, Sudi's Pleiades Inner Gold, and even some Sichuan ginger, Sichuan pepper, and licorice. I make soup on weekdays. You can find all kinds of loose materials here.”

"If you want to see a doctor and buy medicine, you have to go to the 'Huichun Hall'. The current hall owner is Deng Xiaoxian. He just graduated from college. He originally wanted to go out and try his luck, but Mr. Deng brought him back. His family's medicine hall It’s right next to our bookstore, you can go take a look later.”

"What this 'Grave Code Suoqiu' sells are piles of old papers that no one reads. They are filled with tadpole inscriptions and oracle bone inscriptions, which are not interesting."

"You can come here occasionally to visit this 'Lv Xi Fang' shop. It sells clothes. However, the styles are quite old and not fashionable, so I guess you won't be interested either."

While talking, Mr. Wu bowed to several old men from time to time and exchanged greetings.

Zheng Qing stood beside him obediently, glancing at a two or three-year-old baby not far away. The parents of the baby boy disappeared somewhere, leaving behind only this little guy wearing a red bellyband and pigtails, flying around on a two-foot-long toy wooden sword and screaming wildly.

"Why doesn't he ride a broom?" Following behind his husband, Zheng Qing touched his nose and looked at the little kid with envy.

"Because his mother will come over and beat him after a while. If he rides a broom, his mother will whip him with the broom." The gentleman said in a comforting tone: "I can't even walk, I just want to fly around, it's easy to get hurt." Beaten."

Zheng Qing always felt that there was something in his words.

"Today is your twelfth birthday, and I always want to give you a gift." When he walked to the door of a shop, the gentleman stopped, touched Zheng Qing's head, and said with a smile: "Don't refuse, the elders give it to you, don't refuse it." ”

Zheng Qing grinned, unable to hide his inner joy, and had no intention of declining.

I don’t know what gift my husband will give me.

The group of small animals I saw before are pretty good. The three-headed dog and the scorpion-tailed rabbit may be a bit dangerous, and they are definitely not allowed to be kept at home. The little mermaid is still possible. I can put a bathtub in the bedroom and work hard to give it to her every day. Change the water.

The candy house sold at the stall I just passed by is also pretty good. The colorful garden house, flowers, trees, insects, fish, birds, and even the little people who run from the house to play on the grass are all made of jelly beans and look extremely delicious. However, this kind of gift is a consumable item and will probably disappear after the birthday.

There is also a wooden sword flying around under the feet of the little kid. Although it is too small to step on, there is a hamster at home, which can be hung on to fly.

Before Zheng Qing finished thinking, his husband had already come out of the store.

He spread his hand, handed it to Zheng Qing, and said with a smile, "This is your birthday gift."

There is a silver-white pocket watch in the palm of the gentleman's hand, with complex patterns engraved on it. Press the button on the watch head lightly, and the watch case will pop open, revealing the ticking hands inside.

Zheng Qing was surprised by the gift, but felt a little disappointed in his heart.

The husband pointed to his watch and said in a solemn tone: "You have to remember that your most valuable asset is your time."

Zheng Qing raised his head, a little confused.

"Did you see my hand?" The gentleman turned over his palm, revealing the wrinkled back of his hand. The back of the hand is sallow in color, with dots of age spots on it, and it doesn't look pretty.

"Can you imagine how smooth and elastic this skin used to be? Now, it's dry."

"Between life and death is not the great horror, but the great thrill and excitement. The real great horror is when you silently feel the passage of time and the aging of your body, but there is nothing you can do about it."

"When I was young, every time I saw the elderly, I would easily overlook them. I would carelessly look away from them and feel that they were far away from me."

"But as time ticks by, I realize with horror that aging is so close to me."

"I am not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of aging. I just occasionally worry about my own powerlessness. My inability to leave traces of myself to prove the meaning of my life."

***

After returning from Hui Zi Collection, Zheng Qing locked himself in the bedroom and practiced the talismans crazily all night. So much so that the two black circles under his eyes the next day shocked the whole family.

From this day on, while teaching Zheng Qing how to practice talismans, Mr. Wu taught Zheng Qing a set of guidance techniques.

According to the old man's words, the innate deficiencies need to be strengthened.

The runes strengthen the foundation and guide to cultivate the energy.

Therefore, the first thing Zheng Qing did every morning was to practice the Guidance Technique. Then I would copy dozens of runes before breakfast, lunch break, and bedtime.

In this way, the days slide past the world like water.

The feeling of the last headache gradually faded away with the wash of time, so that it seemed like a dream, so that Zheng Qing himself was not sure whether he had experienced those difficult days.

Zheng Qing is eighteen years old this year.

Studying with Mr. Wu did not occupy much of Zheng Qing's time. According to Mr. Wang, in everything in the world, haste makes waste, and this is especially true in the path of seeking the Tao. The guidance technique can only be practiced three times a day, and the talismans can only be practiced three hundred times a day. If it exceeds, you will lack energy and cause old diseases.

As an educational family, although Zheng Qing's family no longer requires him to study hard, ordinary people's study life is indispensable. At the joint request of her family and husband, Zheng Qing completed elementary school, middle school, and even high school step by step.

He sadly discovered that he had really become the kind of person he had laughed at since childhood: from elementary school to high school, he had been wandering around the community.

The university must be far away from home!

But no matter how far it is, it's not so far away that you don't even know it.

After digging out the admission notice in the bedroom, Zheng Qing returned to the living room.

Because at noon that day, when Zheng Qing's parents came home, they brought back a blond and blue-eyed guest.

From the brief conversation between his parents and this guest, Zheng Qing learned about the origin of this foreign friend.

He was the strange interviewer sent by First University.