Hunting College

Remember [New] for a second,! The effect of the good dream cat is very good.

After going back that night, Zheng Qing put the puppet by the pillow and really had a good dream. He dreamed that the Guilty Hunting Team won the championship of this school hunting competition. When the results came out, all the guilt hunters were Cheering happily, Jiang Yu also took this opportunity to hug him.

In other words, he took this opportunity to hug the witch.

But that's about it.

Going forward, the wizard has no impression of it - he may have fallen into a dreamless sleep, or he may have been awakened - in short, when he woke up, the last impression in his mind was that he was holding Jiang Yu around in circles, the witch. The raised skirt corner is like a blooming butterfly flower, bright and splendid, intertwined with the vague and enthusiastic cheers around, just like the finale of the movie.

As with most movies, the ending is unsatisfactory.

Zheng Qing was also a little unsure about this dream.

He always felt that the ending had some possibility of extension, or it should be more open. This unforgettable sense of loss tormented the wizard all Sunday, so that during the evening class meeting, his mood was still a little low.

"It's been a whole day! Even if there is something, you should figure it out." Fatty Xin leaned against the window, flipping through today's newspaper in his hands, lazily complaining about the young public fee student: "...I know. What do you look like? A widow! Or a witch a few days before and after menstruation!"

Zheng Qing raised his eyelids and glanced at the fat wizard.

"Without a girlfriend, I know quite a few things." He stabbed Fatty mercilessly.

Fatty's face suddenly turned pale, and the movement of flipping the newspaper in his hand was not consciously much smaller. This made the young public-funded student feel a little better.

He turned to look at Xiao Xiao who was sitting beside him.

Since entering the classroom, the great doctor has been fiddling with several brushes of different thicknesses and writing and drawing on a bamboo board, not knowing what he is doing.

Zheng Qing looked over and saw that the bamboo board was transcribing a binding spell, but each line of handwriting was different in thickness and size, and the size of the handwriting was also uneven. At first glance, this spell gave people a unique feeling. of beauty.

"Are you planning to participate in this hunting exhibition?" Zheng Qingrao asked with interest.

Xiao Xiao glanced at him and adjusted his glasses.

"good idea."

The guilty fortune-teller held the bamboo board a little further away from him, nodded slightly and said, "You said that...it seems that you can really try it."

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Meaning you didn't think so before?" His curiosity suddenly came up: "What did you plan to do with this before? Experiment with the elasticity of spells?"

Spell elasticity refers to the 'boundary' that spells can still function normally under the conditions of using non-standard formats, font sizes, etc. in transcribing spells. Because every wizard's understanding of spells and sensitivity to magic power will change with the growth of his experience, he is often familiar with the flexibility of his own spells, which can greatly optimize the efficiency of casting magic.

Before Xiao Xiao had time to speak, Fatty Xin, who had just lost his ashes, rose up again like a surging tide: "So today you are like a grumpy woman, and you don't hear what's going on outside the window...don't you? Know the gift the Doctor received yesterday?"

If the fat man didn't mention the gift, he would pay it back.

When he mentioned it, Zheng Qing suddenly remembered his gift, the fluffy ragdoll cat beside the pillow, and then remembered the 'unfinished' dream last night. turned into ruins.

"There have been a lot of things recently, I didn't pay attention." The young public fee Shengqiang cheered up and asked casually, "What gift did you receive on the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday?"

Xiao Xiao coughed reservedly.

"I was just looking for the most suitable brush." ​​As he explained, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his pocket and placed them on the desk, as if it were a fine piece of porcelain: "Hey, this is... I Said it was too expensive, but Sima said that there was no way to return it, so…”

"You have said this sentence no less than five times today." Fatty Xin said sarcastically in a sour tone.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath and subconsciously touched the scroll of bamboo slips on his body. Xiao Xiao obviously wanted to stop the reckless action of his companion, but considering that Zheng Qing was fairly reliable on weekdays, he reluctantly retracted his raised hand.

"Is this a bamboo slip book?"

Young Gongfeisheng felt the lubricating bamboo slices on his body, and his tone couldn't hide his envy: "I've seen it in Shangyuan Bookstore, but it's much bigger than yours, that book is enough..."

He gestured the size of the bamboo slips in his memory, and at the same time tried to retrieve the few introductions left in his mind: "...It's about three feet long."

"It's two feet and four inches," Xiao Xiao said in a timely manner, fully demonstrating his accomplishments as a doctor in such details: "The pre-Qin bamboo slips displayed in the Shangyuan Bookstore are two feet and four inches long, and they are used to transcribe large-scale spells or engravings. A high-end law book that is only used for semi-permanent spells... My book is just the ordinary Chinese version, seven inches and eight minutes long, similar to the chopsticks we usually use."

Now that he had opened his mouth, he naturally took back his bamboo slips from Zheng Qing's hands, and introduced them without interruption: "...Of course, although it is an ordinary Chinese version, it is also cut from millennia of bitter bamboo. The pulp is covered with five-color deerskin in series, and the inner lining is the same as the pre-Qin bamboo slips, which can be replaced repeatedly... Sima told me, usually just put a piece of mulberry paper inside, and throw it away after use, it will not make people feel wasteful."

"Also, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you see, Wai Jian has carved a whole set of binding spells, half-cured spells, even if I don't bring a brush and ink, just wipe it with my hand, it can be on the paper Press out the traces of the incantation, and then cast this high-level restraint spell..."

"How much?"

Zheng Qing stared at the bamboo slip, trying to interrupt the scene in his mind where Dr. Xiao Da jumped up and smashed it on the head of the murloc, and subconsciously shook his head: "...I remember at the Shangyuan Bookstore, that Set of Pre-Qin Bamboo Brief Fifteen Jade Coins!"

Fatty Xin swallowed loudly.

"Well, this book is a little cheaper." Xiao Xiao waved his hand modestly: "I heard from Sima that this book seems to cost less than ten jade coins... She is a teacher in the school, and there are many discounts when buying it. ."

"Listen, it's less than ten jade coins. What kind of words of tigers and wolves!" Zheng Qing sighed enviously: "The scholarship for the school's public funds students for a whole year is only ten jade coins... What are you not satisfied with? of."

"No, I'm very satisfied."

Dr. Xiao Da immediately denied his companion's nonsense, and held up two small brushes: "Which one do you think is more suitable—this wolf brush, or this rabbit brush?"