Hunting College

() The night breeze from Kela Mountain blows over this ancient mansion, filling the whole garden with the freshness and comfort of the deep mountain. The sunbeams on the heads of the little mushrooms shattered and sprinkled a piece of orange brilliance, falling diagonally in the garden, following the footsteps of the guests, as if they had cast a golden passage.

A big bellied light bug flew out from the depths of the garden, chasing the golden color under the night, their belly bulged, leaving a trail of light traces in mid-air.

The black wizard who led the way did not greet the guests, and quietly led the way. The guests followed him anxiously, thinking about the attitude of the old house owner.

In the night, only the sound of rustling footsteps could be heard.

On the contrary, this shows the tranquility of the old house.

In the yard there are pavilions, rockeries, beautiful small gardens, pools, and swimming fishes glowing with phosphorescence. There was no desolation as Zhang Jixin or Fatty Xin said, and Zheng Qing did not see the well or the wet wooden barrel beside the well they mentioned.

The waiter did not lead the guests into the house, but stopped under the steps in front of the house.

On the steps, there was a tall figure standing, looking up at the deep night sky. Because of the dim light, Zheng Qing can only see that the figure is wearing a large cloak, without a hood, but wearing a ring-shaped headdress made of thorns. There are faintly creeping shadows on the headdress. Shaking on the parts.

"Master, the guests have arrived." The black-skinned male servant walked down the steps, bowed slightly, and reported to the cloaked figure.

At this time, it would be inappropriate for Nikita to stand on behalf of everyone.

But Zheng Qing hasn't figured out what to say or how to greet people.

"Good evening, sir, excuse me." He bit his head and stood up and said hello to the owner of the old house. The imaginary embarrassment did not really appear, and even the anxiety in his heart lasted only a few seconds.

Everyone, including the two banshees and the five hunters of the Yougui Hunting Team, as well as Edamame, watched the vague figure on the steps vigilantly and intently. No one cared what Zheng Qing said, everyone paid more attention to the old What will the owner of the house say.

"Okay, very good." The figure was still looking up at the starry sky, not paying attention to the politeness of the guests. His voice was a little vague and chord, as if four or five voices were speaking at the same time: "...tonight weather Yes, every star can be seen very clearly... Especially Mars, who is very dazzling."

Mars is Mars, representing disaster and war in astrology.

But can you see Mars in the dreamland? Zheng Qing raised his head, trying to find the familiar red star shadow above his head. But despite the soreness of his eyes, there was no trace of Mars. On the contrary, compared with the real world, the astrology here seems to be extraordinarily complicated. After just a few more glances, Zheng Qing's heart has an urge to feel nauseous, forcing him to quickly withdraw his gaze.

It's just that the withdrawal of the sight does not mean the withdrawal of the heart.

Xiao Xiao asked Zheng Qing's doubts in his heart: "Can I see Mars in the dream world? In this world, is the mystical concept of Mars the same as in reality?"

On the steps, the tall figure finally retracted his gaze from the starry sky and landed in his yard.

Zheng Qing finally saw the appearance of the old house owner for the first time.

Different from the old and crazy appearance, the old house owner is unexpectedly young. He looks like he is in his early thirties. He has curly hair and dark eyes, smooth skin, and a beautiful moustache on his lower jaw.

But for some reason, Zheng Qing always felt that this beautiful appearance was like an exquisite handicraft, and it would shatter with the slightest touch.

"Mars?" The owner of the old house was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, pointing to the starry sky and replied: "No, that's not Mars. There are Mars in the starry sky of Fantasy Dreamland, there are sparks, and Mars. They look similar, but not the same Stars."

"Compared with the lonely real world, the starry sky in the dream world is much more lively."

"This is the world of fantasy and dreams, so in this world, the power of consciousness and thought is exceptionally great. Many miracles that cannot be accomplished by magic can be accomplished by mind - such as hope, health, and longevity."

"It is also because the power of fantasy is too powerful. In reality, the starry sky from different impressions of humans will appear in the sky of fantasy dreamland at the same time. Everyone has a starry sky for everyone, and everyone's starry sky will be in the sky of fantasy dreamland. Leave a shadow."

"Some shadows are very light, and even the greatest wizards can hardly see what it looks like; some are very thick, as if they have turned into real stars...Those thick shadows are the result of overlapping shadows."

"The more consensus, the clearer and brighter the stars."

"The clearer the consensus, the more consistent the mysticism conclusion is reflected... As I mentioned before, in this world, the power of consciousness is very powerful, and the mysticism is precisely the strongest crystallization of the stream of consciousness."

The harmony of different depths echoed throughout the small courtyard. Zheng Qing was fascinated. He felt that he had never been so close to the reality of the dreamland. Every moment, even every second, he could read the words of the owner of the house. To acquire countless valuable knowledge.

I used to read books and said that when the ancient great wizards preached, the sky would fall into the sky, and the ground would burst into the golden lotus. He never understood what kind of state it was. But at this moment, he seemed to have caught a little shadow of that state.

That is the feeling of countless knowledge pouring into your heart, making you dazzled.

It was the stomach, which had been hungry for a long time, crazily squirming after seeing the table full of exquisite dishes.

Squirming?

When the word came to mind, Zheng Qing felt as if from the corner of his eye he saw some creeping shadows, right on the edge of the starlight. He subconsciously raised the muzzle and fired a shot at the brilliant starry sky.

boom!

The light cyan talisman rushed out of the muzzle, as if a breeze disappeared in the sky. Zheng Qing regretted the moment he opened the gun, lest he hated the old house owner.

But in the second moment after the shot, he felt great fortune and fear.

Because after the gunshot, everything in the line of sight began to shatter, like a broken mirror. What disappeared from Zheng Qing's vision was not only the brilliant starry sky, but also this beautiful and quiet small courtyard under the starry sky, the black-skinned servants in the courtyard, and the tall old house owner before the servants.

boom!

The dull gunfire echoed in everyone's hearts, awakening the intoxicated guests.

Zheng Qing opened his eyes and saw the dilapidated and decayed yard mentioned by Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin, the small vegetable garden full of weeds, the wide stone cracks on the fence and the wisteria climbing along the stone cracks. And Wild Rose also saw that desolate well, which was still a wooden barrel dumped by the well.

The barrel was still wet, I wonder if it was wet by night dew.