Hunting College

After receiving the gift and being assigned a new study plan, the husband fell silent.

Zheng Qing vaguely knew that he should leave.

Then he remembered another thing.

"Sir, there is something I think I need to tell you...Last Saturday, when I went back to bed that night, I seemed to have something wrong again."

Zheng Qing was a little timid, but he relayed the descriptions of his sleepwalking experience by several roommates in the same dormitory in great detail, and finally asked worriedly: "What do you think this is? Will the curse restless... ...Want to come out?"

A picture emerged in his mind involuntarily-he and his companions were laughing and playing on the campus, throwing small evil curses at each other, and then he lost control and fried Fatty Xin into meat sauce. Then he swelled into a balloon amidst the panicked screams of his companions, and finally turned into a brilliant firework in mid-air with a bang.

The island of Phuket was shaken, the school was razed to the ground, and a mushroom cloud rose slowly over the blue sea.

Hiss, the boy shook his head vigorously, trying to get this terrible picture out of his mind.

"Where's the book?" The husband raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.

Zheng Qing quickly touched the gray cloth bag around his waist, and dragged the book from the bag effortlessly.

Very good, this is magic.

The husband took Zheng Qing's book of Fa, and with a sense of amusement, tore off the belt and the seal that the boy had tied to it.

"Next time, prepare some isinglass in your pocket," the husband reminded: "It is a barbarian's practice to stick the seal with saliva. Even the horse tribes in the Silent Forest would not do this."

Zheng Qing felt that his cheeks were a little hot, so he agreed. At the same time, he opened the small notebook in his hand and used a quill pen to record his first class notes in the "Private Class".

While Zheng Qing was taking notes, the husband slowly flipped through the spells on his book, his eyes gleaming with surprise.

Although the spells recorded in this book look complicated and huge, they are clearly organized and orderly. It is very obvious that it is a powerful spell—although it is just one spell, it occupies the field of dozens of spells. Squeezing the entire book of Dharma into one place is the blank space on the front page of the book, and there is no waste.

But what surprised the husband was not the ingenuity and grandeur of this spell's structure.

It's the essence of this spell.

"This is not a curse."

The first sentence of the husband made a conclusion to the spell in the book of Fa. This conclusion made the young public servant a heavy sigh of relief, but the next sentence immediately brought his heart up again:

"This is a guiding curse, like the spark before the gunpowder explodes and the beam of neutrons before the fission of a nuclear bomb. You can think of it as the ‘first impetus’ that does not exist in the world."

"This is a trigger."

"A trigger that can induce a forbidden spell."

"Originally, this trigger was scattered in every corner of the entire forbidden spell system... There is no connection or collusion with each other... Only when you are truly mature and have enough endurance will you slowly discover it."

"But I overlooked one thing... Forbidden curses are called forbidden curses because they have the power to break all the rules in this world. Whether it is a silent contract or some other curse beside it."

"Your eyes turn red frequently, which is actually a sign."

"The red color is the manifestation of the power sleeping deep in your soul breaking through the shackles. Especially your repeated appearance in a time warped place adds to this variable..."

The time warped place is the small secret world in the Silent Forest. It was originally accidentally created by Mr. Wu using a silver pocket watch to turn back time and rescue Zheng Qing from the edge of crisis.

Of course, this secret realm has been destroyed by Zheng Qing's last ‘self-destruction’.

Back in time is originally a major destruction of the rules, so it has a mysterious influence on the same forces that break the rules. At this point, it took a long time for Zheng Qing to slowly feel the smell.

"...Old, still old."

"When doing things, I always look forward and backward, and hesitate. I should have been aware of this situation long ago..."

"This book," Zheng Qing suddenly remembered the question he had when discussing the source of the book with Dylan a few days ago, and asked with some anxiety:

"When this book was being produced, the old wizard once ‘snatched’ something from me... He told me it was a ‘demon spirit’."

Having said that, the young wizard paused, took a careful look at her husband's expression, and then hesitated and continued to ask: "How come I have a demon spirit on my body? I mean, am I not a wizard... "

The husband raised his eyebrows: "Old Payne? He has been suffering from dementia for more than 30 to 50 years. How can he arrange jobs for him at Yuan Shusi? Are you afraid that he will blow up the bookstore?"

"Don't care about what'demon spirit' and'magic energy' he said, fooling laymen, so that he can make money... What is taken from you is a little cleverness. It is used to improve the sensitivity of the law to spells."

Zheng Qing nodded suddenly-but he didn't confirm whether his husband had told him the truth.

"What about my sleepwalking?"

"How old are you this year?" Mr. asked rhetorically.

You watched me grow up!

"Nineteen."

Zheng Qing secretly slandered himself and reminded: "...today's birthday."

"Wow, I'm only nineteen years old." The husband sighed with appreciation: "Sorry, there is a bad thing about living a long time, but it will lose sensitivity to time. Sometimes it is difficult to judge a hundred years ago. What is the difference between the child I met and the child I met a year ago."

"Nineteen years old... really a full of life. Sunny, brilliant, like flowers in May."

"But just like those flowers. You are no longer a little boy, but you are not a man. You are still just a boy. Living in an ivory tower, without the toss and tempers of life, you cannot feel the weight of life..."

"My life weighs one hundred and twenty-one catties,"

The young public-sponsored student listened to her husband’s teaching and thought with a certain resistance: "And I have already experienced the hardships of life...Is there anyone like me who has been in school for less than a year or half a year? Punishment missions, three or four warnings and punishments from the school, seven or eight hospital stays, and self-explosion once?"

For some reason, thinking of this, Zheng Qing felt a sense of pride inexplicably.

The husband seemed to be unaware of the boy's heart, and still said slowly in a constant voice:

"...You have now become a wizard~www.readwn.com~a special wizard. Maybe in one hundred, two hundred, five hundred, or even a thousand years, your appearance will still be like today Young. But your heart will slowly grow old over time."

"I hope you can always remember this day as you grow up."

"Remember what it's like to be young."

This is not the first time that my husband has mentioned the topic of life and aging to Zheng Qing. The boys' intuition tells him that there are certain meanings behind these conversations, but he is not sure.

The only certainty is-what does this have to do with sleepwalking? Is the husband changing the subject? But this transfer method is too blunt!

When he regained his senses, the figure of the husband had been drowned in the thicker and thicker white fog.

"Oh, right."

The gentleman's voice came from the depths of the thick fog, and it seemed a little vague: "...Although it is understandable, it is always wrong to sleep in class. This time I will stand for half an hour after I go back for punishment."

Zheng Qing opened his eyes wide, and just wanted to distinguish one or two, but the fog under his feet disappeared.

As if falling from the sky, a huge sense of weightlessness rushed toward him.

Zheng Qing yelled, awakened from his sleep, the carp stood up like a carp.

Open your eyes, Fulu class is not over yet.

All the students in the Astronomy 08-1 class were looking at him in unison, their eyes full of teasing.

"It sounds like Classmate Zheng Qing has different opinions on the talisman I just taught?" On the podium, Teacher Zhang also smiled and looked at the young wizard who suddenly stood up: "Let's listen to his opinions."

There was a warm applause in the classroom.

Fatty Xin was particularly vigorous, and at the same time he grinned, making mocking faces at Zheng Qing.