Hunting College

Similar to the wasteland in front of the Black Iron Gate, this new black grassland is also quiet and lonely.

There is not a trace of anger.

And in this piece of grass, the talisman was consumed very quickly. After only about ten minutes, the Cloud Crawling Talisman and Armor Horse Talisman that could have burned for half an hour were turned into ashes.

Zheng Qing fell on the grass.

These black weeds grow very luxuriantly and their texture is very soft. Stepping on it, as if stepping on a thick carpet, makes people involuntarily give birth to a pleasant thought.

If there is no such annoying color.

The young public servant holding the talisman spear, looking around vigilantly, speeding up his pace, muttering to himself in the bottom of his heart--before, the guy in the yellow clothes told him that in this new journey, he will see all kinds of things. You can take anything like this, and you can bring it back to the real world.

But right now, as far as I can see, except for these black weeds, not even a cockroach can be seen. Does the man in yellow want him to pull out a bunch of weeds and take it back?

After walking in the direction of the bronze door for more than half an hour, feeling the distance slightly drawn in, Zheng Qing pulled out a blanket from the gray cloth bag, intending to rest.

The jerky and naan cakes prepared in advance in the bag, as well as the various flavors of preserved fruit, Zheng Qing turned out the book of the Fa, silently a ‘Mubi Spring Water’, and settled the picnic neatly.

After the meal, he wanted to set off immediately, but when he saw the crooked black weeds outside the blanket, his heart moved suddenly.

When he was on the way, he didn't pay attention, thinking that these weeds were the same as those in front of the black iron gate, but now that the new black grasses have thicker blades and a little more vitality.

Zheng Qing stared at the black grass outside the blanket, and took out a pair of silkworm leather gloves from the gray cloth bag. After wearing them halfway, he shook his head, took off the silkworm leather gloves again, and replaced them with a pair of fawn leather gloves.

Dragon leather gloves are too thick, silkworm leather gloves are too thin, and fawn leather gloves are just right.

Then he opened the bushes and looked at the little black grass carefully.

This time, he found more differences-in addition to the thick blades of the new black grass, there is a very thin line on the stem, which extends from the back of the tip to the bottom of the root, and disappears into the soil. However, some thin lines are golden, some are white, and some are red and purple.

Zheng Qing took a sigh of relief and sat down with various anti-curse protections, then grabbed a black grass with thin golden lines on its stem and pulled it hard.

The soil is soft and easy to pull.

But when the grass was uprooted, the young wizard couldn't help but breathe heavily.

These two breaths were not because of hard work, but because of shock.

Buried in the soil, wrapped by the dense rhizomes of the black grass, is a golden bean-just at the end of the golden thread-a genuine, heavy golden bean in your hand!

"Huh!"

Zheng Qing sniffed, stood up, and looked around. As far as I can see, the black weeds are endless, and I can't see the edge at a glance. Assuming that there is a golden bean hidden under each grass, Zheng Qing suddenly feels that he has a small goal.

"This is the feeling of getting rich... Pull more grass, and I can set up my own laboratory." The young wizard muttered to himself, no longer hesitating, kneeling down on the blanket again, swelling up. Weeds around the blanket.

To advance to advanced wizards, in addition to a solid theoretical foundation, you also need to complete various complex magic experiments. For any magic experiment, from raw materials, reagents, samples, packaging and transportation, to the purchase, installation, and repair of instruments and equipment, to the reconstruction of the experimental field, external collaboration, etc., it is not an exaggeration to describe the cost as running water-if it is to be carried out It is an original experiment. In addition to the huge cost of failure, it also requires a series of legal support and alliance approval costs.

It can be said that every high-level wizard is made of the same amount of gold.

In this regard, the school can provide very little help. This is why, many first university graduates will plunge into the vast new world, because in those places where wildness and opportunity coexist, young wizards can complete the primitive accumulation as soon as possible.

Soon, Zheng Qing smashed the black grass around the blanket.

He also figured out the meaning of the different thin lines.

The grass stems are thin white lines, and the roots are wrapped in varying amounts of silver horns; the yellow thin lines are golden beans; while the red, purple, and green lines are hidden in crystal clear gems.

Zheng Qing felt that his chin was about to lose his mouth.

"Get rich, get rich~"

"Silver Horn, Golden Beans, crashed into my cloth bag~"

"An opal in the left hand, and an emerald in the right~"

"I want to build two laboratories~"

"I want to build a beautiful cat litter~"

The young wizard hummed the so-called minor tune, buried his head, and kept pulling out the grass, pulling out a large open space around the blanket. The shiny gold and crystal-clear gems piled up a hill on the blanket~www.readwn .com~ And compared with the vast black grassland, this is not even a drop in the bucket.

He has reason to believe that, looking down from the sky, the place he is cleaning now may not even be the size of a needle.

"How much can you take"

This sentence of the man in yellow suddenly appeared in Zheng Qing's mind again, giving him a new understanding of this sentence. It is impossible to pull out the grass of this world, you have to learn to stop.

With this enlightenment, Zheng Qing began to knock the arranged gems and gold into the gray cloth bag.

His gray cloth bag has a small capacity, less than five cubic meters. On weekdays, he only contains five boxes, mainly various textbooks, tools and materials. This time he broke into the dreamland, he also prepared some extra field supplies and food.

Now, for gems and gold, Zheng Qing has rearranged his grey cloth bags, throwing away all the less useful bottles, cans, wooden boxes, and even some textbooks that can be repurchased.

Food can be a burden, carried on your back.

If the talisman can be carried into your arms, try your best to carry it into your arms.

Exhausting all kinds of methods and stuffing the gray cloth bag full, Zheng Qing finally wiped out the small, shiny ‘hill’ on the blanket.

"So be it."

The wizard carried a bag of food, with a gray cloth bag on his waist, and a small leather pocket full of precious stones in each hand. Finally bid farewell to the jar, and re-embarked on the journey to the bronze gate.

The silver corners and golden beans scattered on the ground gleamed under the gray sky, and Zheng Qing forced himself to ignore the charming luster.

I wonder if it is an illusion.

He felt that the tall bronze door in the distance seemed a little smaller than before.

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