Hunting High School

"In the depths of the silent forest, there are gray sparrows and possums living in the same den, living on the stone mountain."

"The mountain where birds and mice have the same cave, 360 steps southwest, there is a mound with red wood on it, which looks like an old man, bearing red fruits; in the north of the mound there is a beautiful stone, its color is dark yellow; in the south of the mound lies a turtle. , with horns growing in front of the forehead."

"This tortoise is supernatural. It is white in color when it is a hundred years old. It has hair on its back when it is a thousand years old. It can talk to people for ten thousand years."

"Take the armor of a hundred-year-old white tortoise, and kill the tortoise for divination. This is a perfect strategy."

"Take the shell of a thousand-year-old tortoise, burn it and pound it into clothes. If you have one, you can prolong your life for a hundred years."

"When you meet a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise, burn incense and pray, pray for good luck, everything will be true."

While talking, Dr. Duzem took out an old long-haired turtle from under the desk and placed it in front of the two young wizards.

The back shell of this old turtle is rugged, covered with long gray-white hairs, and its head and feet are shrunk inside the shell. At first glance, it looks like a moldy piece of wood.

"Is this the thousand-year-old spirit turtle you mentioned just now?" Zheng Qing looked at the 'wood' in front of him with a little awe, and asked respectfully.

This is his first close contact with a life that has lived for more than a thousand years.

Just looking at it from the sidelines, you can feel a heavy historical atmosphere in your heart.

Awesome.

The doctor nodded slightly, and clasped the old turtle's back shell with his fingers.

"Clang, clang, clang."

The percussion sounds like gold and stone, sweet and clear.

The turtle shell shook, and then there was a rattling sound.

The old tortoise's head and four legs slowly poked out of its shell.

A stubby unicorn shaped like a wine cup and as bright as the moon first appeared in front of everyone.

"Since you don't want the 'Fan of the Sage', then I will work harder and give you a few pairs of 'Yu Yuan Ling San'." While waiting for the old turtle to slowly probe, Dr. Du Zemu clapped his hands and pointed at Zheng Qing Said: "This prescription comes from the allusion I just mentioned. The carapace of the thousand-year-old spirit turtle contains abundant life energy, and it is a very important main medicine in many elixir for bringing the dead back to life."

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While talking, the tortoise lying on the desk slowly sticks out its head and four legs.

It blinked slowly, shook off the dust and cobwebs on its eyelids, opened its mouth, silently stretched its neck, raised its head, and looked at the doctor.

Dr. Duzem glanced at it, did not speak, but took out a short-handled silver knife from the toolbox, and slowly wiped it with a silk scarf.

"Are you going to kill the tortoise to get its shell?" Jiang Yu suddenly took a few steps forward, put his hand over the tortoise's shell, and raised his voice slightly: "I can't let you do this."

Zheng Qing was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly he waved his hands again and again, and objected: "I don't agree either, and I don't agree either."

To kill an innocent life for a group of elves, this is something he cannot accept anyway.

"I can choose 'Sage's Powder', at worst, borrow some jade coins from the wandering mage." Zheng Qing looked at the dagger in the doctor's hand worriedly, and said quickly: "It's very bad to kill a life just to save it. .”

Jiang Yu turned to look at him, showing a bright smile, and held up the own Kun bag: "I can lend you money, interest-free!"

"Boom!" A loud sound from the desk drew the attention of the two young wizards back.

Dr. Du Zemu supported the table with both hands, with black eye sockets open, he looked very scary, and his voice was one step higher than Jiang Yu's: "Kill the turtle to get the shell? Do I look so stupid?"

The old tortoise stretched its neck and turned its head, blinking its small mung bean-sized eyes, and looked at the two young wizards mockingly.

Zheng Qing never imagined that a tortoise could squeeze out such rich facial expressions.

As expected of a millennium bastard, he murmured to himself.

"But," Jiang Yu blushed, slowly retracted her outstretched arms, and said in a low voice, "But, didn't you just say that you wanted to kill a whole turtle? What?"

Zheng Qing nodded quickly beside him, indicating that he heard it too.

"Is the comprehension ability of today's children so poor?" Dr. Du Zemu lowered his head and looked at the old tortoise helplessly.

Another trace of blood dripped from his eye sockets.

The old tortoise quickly jumped out of its neck, stretched out its tongue, and sucked the blood plasma into its mouth.

Then it retracted its neck, smacked its lips, and shook its head slowly.

"Take the shell of a thousand-year-old tortoise, burn it and pound it into clothing. If you use it up, you can prolong your life for a hundred years—is that the sentence?" The doctor took out a pair of jade scissors from the toolbox, wiped it carefully with a silk cloth, and stretched it. asked the voice.

The two young wizards nodded their heads quickly.

"Both of you, who will translate?"

Jiang Yu took a look at Zheng Qing and asked him to speak.

Zheng Qing cleared his throat, and simply paraphrased: "That is to say, the thousand-year-old turtle's carapace, roasted and smashed with fire, a whole turtle's carapace can prolong the life of one hundred years."

"Young people nowadays are so imprecise." The doctor shook his head and sighed again and again: "If you want to accurately understand the original meaning of an old saying, you must translate it literally, not free translation... There are always gaps in free translation."

The old tortoise also arched its head, nodding repeatedly, with an appearance of approval.

"I'm just extending your elf's life for a week or two. Do you need a whole tortoise shell? Use your brain!" Dr. Duzem stretched out his index finger, poked his head vigorously, and asked, "Change your thinking and extend your life by a hundred years." For the elixir of the year, will I only charge for one golden bean?"

Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu blushed at the same time.

Dr. Duzem paused, and did not continue to lecture the two young men, but added: "That text comes from an ancient great wizard. Prolonging life to a hundred years is naturally aimed at people of the level of a great wizard... a group of small Can the consumption of an elf be compared to a finger of a great wizard?"

"All beings are equal." Zheng Qing muttered in a low voice.

"What?" asked the doctor, raising his voice.

"He said, what should we do." Jiang Yu came out helplessly to smooth things over. She glared at Zheng Qing and said to the doctor, "How long will it take for you to prepare this prescription? Shall we wait here?"

"It won't be long, it won't be long." The doctor waved his hand, hesitated, and added: "However, there is indeed a place where you are needed."

Hearing this, Zheng Qing cheered up, rolled up his sleeves and looked at the test bench against the wall, with an eager expression on his face.

"You two, don't get close to the test bench." The doctor moved a step, blocked Zheng Qing's eyes, and pointed out the window expressionlessly: "You go to the yard and cut twelve young leaves from that old mulberry tree. Leaves with fruits... This is a tool, cut out of jade and placed on a porcelain plate, be careful not to touch your hands, leaves on dead branches, or fruits from old mulberry leaves."

Zheng Qing took the jade scissors and porcelain plate dejectedly, and followed Jiang Yu to the yard.

He really wanted to see how the doctor made the medicine.

It would be even better if you could give me a hand.

Watching the two young men walk out of the study, Dr. Duzem lowered his head, counted the elves in the cardboard box again, and turned to look at the turtle.

"Old ghost, let's discuss it." He rubbed his hands with a smile: "How about lending me twelve back hair?"

The old tortoise raised its head, opened its mouth wide, looked at the doctor threateningly, and shook his head firmly.

"Just twelve, and I'll send you a pill made of 'Powder of the Sage' in a while." The doctor pressed a big hand, and unceremoniously pulled a handful of long gray hairs from the turtle's back: "I didn't expose your hair again." Turtle Shell, don't be so stingy."

"Ah..." The spirit turtle arched his hand hard with his head, and roared angrily from his throat.

"Ah, there are a few more... It doesn't matter, just treat it as a discount." The doctor opened his dark eyes and twirled the gray hair between his fingers with a smile.

The old servant Constantine stood in the study again at some point.

He glanced at the spirit turtle worriedly, and asked softly, "Young Master, it's time for lunch."

"The guest hasn't left yet, let's eat later, later!" Dr. Du Zemu waved his hands again and again, hesitated for a moment, and then ordered: "Bring my eyeball here... It seems that the soaking time is a bit long today."

As he spoke, he picked up the short silver knife in his hand, and began to finely chop the long gray hairs that had been plucked from the back of the turtle.

On the desk, the old tortoise stared maliciously at the two eyeballs floating in the liquid in the cup, opened its mouth, and finally closed it angrily.