Hunting College

"Humm! Humm!"

"Success to the heavens, protect your fate!"

As Professor Charles raised his staff and said the last two sentences, dozens of drums around the first square shook together. At the same time, the black and gray wizards standing behind the professor also raised Pick up the Dharma book or the staff, and read the words of blessing:

"Success to the heavens, protect your fate!"

The golden cursed light accompanies the sunlight, spilling down from the sky, making people confused for a moment which is sunlight and which is cursed light. But the excitement and courage surging from the bottom of my heart are real.

Feeling this encouragement, the students of Jiuyou Academy were applauded, the students of Alpha applauded, the blue robes of the Star Academy stomped their feet frantically, and the monks of Atlas bowed their heads and prayed with the professors on the stage.

When Zheng Qing lowered his head to examine the chief, he heard a classmate whispering not far away:

"So, what exactly does the Trial Society let us do?"

"Sounds like hunting..."

"I heard my brother say that they used to be trying to survive in the wild... At that time they were thrown into the depths of the Silent Forest, where the wood seemed to be soaked in water, even the fire curse could not be lighted, so they ate one. Weeks of raw food, after returning, a belly of parasites was detected in the school hospital."

"It's miserable... I don't know what our trials will be after this restructuring."

"Don't worry, I brought kerosene this time, even water can ignite it!"

"Is kerosene illegal?"

"I checked with that big parrot, it doesn't count..."

Zheng Qing couldn't help tilting his head, wanting to see who was talking, but as far as he could see, there were robes and big sleeves, like a dangling curtain on a clothespin, and he couldn't see anything.

In the midst of a stunned effort, the ceremonies were over, and the classmates stood up straight again. At the same time, the black and gray robes in front of the stage once again raised the scriptures in their hands:

"Yingtian County Drum! Xiao Guan Preparation!"

The curse light flows, and the shadow of a frame of musical instruments is outlined in mid-air. Zheng Qingyuguang can see big drums, reed pipes, chimes, copper pans, wooden flutes, long pianos, golden bells, bamboo tubes, horns, long and short horns, etc. Ten kinds of musical instruments are hung in the sky.

Before he could count the number of musical instruments in the sky, he listened to the stage and chanted together again:

"Being ready to play!"

"Jiangu Yuanyuan, play the drum Jianjian! Boom pipe sound, Mu Mujueyin! Peace and calm, follow my sound! Kwai kuaijue, Suyong and ming!"

Accompanied by the sound of spells, many musical instruments sounded in unison, and the world was suddenly submerged in a bewildering music.

Yes, at a loss.

As the saying goes, "Five colors make people blind, five tones make people deaf." Too beautiful and complicated music, on the contrary, makes people at a loss.

Zheng Qing can feel that the music is very good, it seems melodious and clear; it is a bit tactful, but tidy and majestic; it is loud and loud when first heard, but it is like a sluggish sound-the sound is so mixed and so beautiful, So that Zheng Qing even felt that the germinated seed deep in the soul seemed to tremble slightly in the music.

In the sound of music, the prayers of the black and gray robes in front of the stage did not stop, but their voices became louder and louder:

"...Since ancient times, the ancestors have done something!"

"Wen Gong, the deacon has Ke!"

"Gu Yusuan taste it!"

"The ancestors listen!"

"Come on holiday!"

"Blessings are boundless!"

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"Be sober, Fatty, keep up with the team ahead!" A slightly anxious voice suddenly sounded, which was particularly abrupt in the gorgeous music between the heavens and the earth. Immediately, Zheng Qing felt that his robe sleeves were pulled hard:

"And you, keep up!"

Zheng Qing didn't notice for a while and was almost dragged.

After regaining his consciousness, he noticed that the students around him were lining up in a neat line under the command of the teaching assistants and ran towards the end of the square.

Looking around, they look like ants looking for food.

The one who dragged him was also an acquaintance, the teacher of the practice class of Astronomy 08-1, assistant teacher Hilda. It's just that it's different from the usual dress. Today, the copper nails, copper buckles, and copper rings on Hilda's assistant coach's face and robe are much less, which makes him look a bit strange.

"Where to go?" Zheng Qing asked in a daze after following the team for dozens of steps.

No one answered his question.

No need to answer either.

Because following the team to the end of the square, around the corner, Zheng Qing saw rows of low doors. In front of the door stood a senior senior, urging the second-year students who came in line to get started in order, and the number plates of different classes were hung on the door lintel.

"Trial card!" The old student at the door stopped the dizzy Zheng Qing, leaned to the boy's ear, and shouted in a loud voice: "You can't enter without a sign!"

Zheng Qing felt that he was really deaf.

He fumbled in the gray cloth bag for a while, then turned out his sign and handed it up.

A dim light flashed, confirming the boy's identity.

"good luck."

The old student handed back the bronze medal, patted Zheng Qing's shoulder comfortably, motioned him to enter the door quickly, then turned his head and complained to another old student next to him: "The school is too frustrating... I feel that I need to wash my ears well after I go back."

"Earn some hard credits." Another voice replied, as if to say something again, Zheng Qing did not hear clearly, because he had already crossed the threshold with one foot, and the sound in his ears became frustrated. , Like a broken radio.

Whether the music reverberating in the first square, the conversations of old students, or the scolding of Assistant Hilda, they became fragmented.

It wasn't until he stepped over the door frame and entered the narrow door that the noise that had filled his ears dissipated. As if he had sucked the first breath of air after drowning, and as if he really woke up after a nightmare, Zheng Qing finally felt that he was alive again.

He had never realized that sound can torture people so much.

The boy leaned on his knees and looked around.

Everyone was panting like him.

"Don't block the door, find a seat yourself!" Assistant Hilda pushed the young public student hard, and shouted sharply, "There is a seat belt on the seat, fasten it!"

Zheng Qing found out that they had come to a long and dimly lit room. For some reason, there are many thick rope nets hanging on the left and right walls, like a fishing net; two rows of candles above the head, hanging upside down under the ceiling, spit out bright candles; there is a wide chair on each side against the wall, Sitting on it was a little bit stubborn, and it felt cold to the touch, like metal; the air was filled with the smell of butter and metal rust, making it difficult to distinguish whether I was in the kitchen or the alchemy workshop.

Several hunters of the Yougui Hunting Team sat on the bench in order according to the advice of the assistant, and fastened their seat belts behind them. Fatty and Zhang Jixin sit on the outermost side, while Li Meng and Jiang Yu sit on the innermost side.

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