Monster Hunting High School

Hui Ziji is very small and has only one short narrow street.

It only took Zheng Qing more than half an hour to walk around the market, say hello to the neighbors, and then return to Sanyou Bookstore.

"This street is so short." Zheng Qing sighed: "Why did I feel like this street was so long when I was a kid? It seemed like it would never end when I ran around."

"Long and short, big and small, are all relative." Deng Xiaoxian said thoughtfully: "In addition, most wizards have keener spiritual senses when they are children than adults, and can see through the fog more clearly. reality."

"Mist? Reality?" Zheng Qing suddenly became interested: "Is there any story behind this street?"

As he spoke, he looked around, his eyes sliding over the ancient plaques.

Deng Xiaoxian did not answer his question directly, but asked as a reminder: "What do you think Hui Ziji looks like?"

"Like the word hui." Zheng Qing replied with a cold joke.

Deng Xiaoxian's face suddenly darkened.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Zheng Qing waved his hand, smiled and guessed again: "Like the school's lakeside promenade? Or like a horseshoe?... Any hints."

"What kind of animal does it look like?" Deng Xiaoxian added a hint.

Zheng Qing's brows wrinkled.

He stretched out his finger, circled it in mid-air, drew a few times, then hesitated and whispered, "Ouroboros?"

"Bingo!" Deng Xiaoxian snapped his fingers and continued: "What does the Ouroboros represent?"

"Immortality, cycle, infinite." Zheng Qing replied immediately.

Because Seprano's society is symbolized by the Ouroboros, Zheng Qing once deliberately learned about this mysterious magical creature. Therefore, there was no hesitation about Deng Xiaoxian's question.

"Hey!" The young master of Hui Chun Hall raised his eyebrows: "I feel like I'm looking down on you... So next, if you associate this totem with the set of Hui characters, can you deduce anything?"

Zheng Qing did not give an answer this time.

His intuition told him that the answer to this question was not simple.

Deng Xiaoxian waited for a while and found that Zheng Qing was just looking at him eagerly, as if he had no intention of answering, so he couldn't help but laugh: "Actually, I'm just hearing this, so I'm just saying it for you to listen to...don't take it seriously."

"Some people say that the small circle of Hui Zi Ji is actually a long river of time that has been intercepted by people with great magic power. Many old people who have not transcended time and have stepped into the tail of the legend will choose to join Hui Zi Ji. "Extend your life" in order to have the opportunity to take the step behind the legend in the future."

Hearing this, Zheng Qing originally wanted to interrupt and ask, but he endured it and swallowed the question back.

Deng Xiaoxian continued: "Some people say that Hui Zi Ji Ji is actually built on the remains of an ancient Ouroboros. As long as you stay on this street, you can simulate the talent of Ouroboros to a certain extent... immortality, Cycle, infinite.”

"In short, there are many rumors but no concrete evidence."

"The only thing that can corroborate these rumors is that there are many old wizards on the street, all of whom are very old...but no one has investigated how old they are. It's not easy to ask directly about such things."

"You are Mr. Deng's grandson, didn't he tell you?" Zheng Qing finally couldn't help himself and asked.

"You are Mr. Wu's disciple, has he told you?" Deng Xiaoxian asked.

"This is different." The young public-funded student's expression froze, and then he muttered in a low voice: "You must be related by blood after all."

Deng Xiaoxian shook his head in disapproval: "For wizards, the blood relationship is not necessarily closer than the master-disciple relationship. Many times, wizards will pass on wealth to their disciples, but not to their families."

Zheng Qing found it difficult to understand the thoughts of those wizards.

But he didn't dwell on this. He had another issue that he cared about.

"Is the 'legend' you just mentioned the rank behind the great wizard?" he asked curiously.

"Don't you know?" Deng Xiaoxian was a little surprised: "Ordinary wizards, registered wizards, great wizards, legendary wizards, ancient wizards... This kind of general classification is common sense."

"I really didn't know before you said it." Zheng Qing admitted honestly.

"I really don't know what you studied in college." Deng Xiaoxian shook his head and did not continue this slightly curious topic. Instead, he took out his pocket watch and took a look: "Well, it's getting late. I have to go back quickly. Dispensed."

Zheng Qing also took out his pocket watch and looked at it. There were still more than two hours before the deadline required by his mother to return home.

"Ah... what should I do next?" The young wizard stood at the door of the bookstore, scratching his head, his eyes flowing between the bookshelf and the black door at the back of the room: "Should I read some books for a while, or go to the front store to do some reading?" Brother Huang, please come back and watch TV with it? Well, it feels more attractive to watch TV... But the cartoons that Brother Huang watches are a bit too old-fashioned... I don’t know how many channels his small TV can browse. Are there any good movies?”

"Hey, let me tell you, the holiday is so short, don't you plan to seize the time and stay at home for a while?...Why do you want to waste time outside?" At the door of the neighboring store, Deng Xiao had already half-stepped into the Huichun Hall. Xian tilted his head and looked at Zheng Qing, and asked in surprise.

Zheng Qing immediately became crestfallen.

"I don't know either." He replied with a depressed expression: "Before I went home, I thought I missed home... But after I came back, I found that there seemed to be an invisible barrier between me and my family."

"I don't know if it's because of the difference between my identity as a wizard and the identity of my family member Baiding, or whether it's just because of the generation gap."

Deng Xiaoxian glanced at the young wizard with emotion: "Well, you have reached such an age... I think back when I returned to the streets and felt uncomfortable, didn't you never understand why? You should understand it now.”

"No." Zheng Qingxu looked at the young master of Huichun Hall and said, "I think I just don't want to go home and work. There is no comparison with your previous perverted behavior."

Deng Xiaoxian's mouth trembled, and he took out his foot that had crossed the threshold again, and turned to look at Zheng Qing.

"I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language." He raised his arm, pushed the long hair on his forehead to the top of his head, then rolled up his sleeves and looked at the young man opposite with a burning gaze.

Zheng Qing guessed that he wanted to beat someone up.

"Ahem... I mean, my time in the wizarding world is still a bit short, and I haven't passed the adaptation period yet, you know." Zheng Qing coughed dryly, changed his tone decisively, and then explained in a covert way: "If it had been Before enrolling, it would be very helpful for me to introduce you to more information about First University.”

"For example, you can tell me that the elf is a harmless alchemical creature and will not cause harm to wizards;"

"Or, don't drop things into Linzhong Lake, otherwise the fish people will snatch them away... These are all insignificant little details, right."

Deng Xiaoxian looked at Zheng Qing with his nostrils, looked at it for dozens of seconds, and then replied slowly: "Small details, yes... don't matter, but not necessarily. Just like I told you before... everything These encounters are one of the most interesting parts of your school life. If every unknown thing you encounter in school becomes known, wouldn’t life be a lot less fun?”

"I don't need so many unknowns in my life." Zheng Qing complained, and he didn't know what he thought of, and his mood suddenly dropped.

Deng Xiaoxian blinked and smiled: "For example, the final exam results?"

"Ah, yes, there is still a final exam." Thinking of his final exam results, Zheng Qing suddenly had a headache, and said worriedly: "It's really hard to take a good vacation... I still don't understand why the school can't directly Send our transcripts by letter to your pillow..."

Immediately, he realized that the transcript was released during the Lantern Festival, and by that time, he had already returned to school.

The young wizard felt a little more relaxed at the thought of not having to explain his subjects and grades to his family.

"Does the school still use pets to send you your grades?" Deng Xiaoxian showed a somewhat nostalgic expression on his face, but then he scoffed at Zheng Qing's concerns: "Only nerds and flatterers care about transcripts... Oh, by the way, you are also a 'nerd'...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you."

Zheng Qing glanced at Deng Xiaoxian expressionlessly.

He definitely did it on purpose.

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