Hunting High School

Doing an impossible thing with the belief that you must die, there are such examples on the battlefield of Hell, and Zheng Qing can easily remember many of them.

For example, the multi-armed titan Kotos sacrificed himself as soon as he crashed into the battlefield, and summoned a huge willow tree to prevent the wizards from repairing the broken walls of the outer castle. The green sea covered with wedge-shaped enclaves forcibly opened up a habitat for the allied army of demons in the home field of the wizards.

Another example is the mouse fairy couple, facing the fruit juice with only a sliver of remnants left, they tried their best to save her, but one was wiped out and the other lost his body.

There is also the sea demon king Xiangliu, who chose to dissolve in order to completely devour cthulhu. Bingjie sounds like a lofty word, but it is actually suicide, and it must choose to commit suicide without leaving any bones in order to survive.

Although the above three are top wizards and even top legends, they can still do an almost impossible thing with the belief that they must die, and they succeeded in the end. This is probably what Mr. said. for the sake.

"I know I was wrong."

The young wizard lowered his head obediently, admitting his own mistake.

The gentleman raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? What do you know?"

"If the attitude of self-sacrifice is not firm enough, then resolutely don't sacrifice yourself." Zheng Qing raised his head, looked into the calm eyes of the husband, and replied seriously: "I want to obtain the great power of sacrifice magic, but also have the trick of not completely sacrificing." Mind, there is no such good thing in the world.”

It is rare for Mr. to say a foul word:

"Fate is a bitch, but a fair enough bitch."

While speaking, he picked up an orange from the fruit plate, peeled it off, took a piece of orange flesh and handed it to the boy, nodded: "Any behavior that tries to take advantage of fate's loopholes will be backlashed by fate... such as your suicide And the sky pillar that fell uncontrollably. The magic on the mysterious side is full of subtle concepts of subjectivity and idealism."

Zheng Qing crushed the orange in his mouth.

He felt very familiar with the foul language that the master said about fate.

The sweet and sour juice bounces slightly between the teeth, and the aroma is overflowing, giving people a feeling of extra satisfaction. Standing in the golden sunlight, looking at the orange peel peeled into four windmill-like pieces in Mr.'s hand, thinking about the forbidden curse seeds in the depths of his soul, Zheng Qing suddenly recalled the experience of dreaming in the dreamland.

Then he remembered when he had heard that vulgar remark.

In the dreamland, after Zheng Qing found Zhu Si, he fell asleep in a forest and had a dream. In the dream, he saw Hastur, an outer god wearing a yellow robe.

At that time, Hastur wanted to give the young wizard a gift, Zheng Qing asked the reason, Outer God replied 'this is fate's choice', and Zheng Qing muttered 'fate is a bitch'.

Thinking of this, the young wizard hesitated for a moment, and finally asked Mr.: "Sir, do you know Hastur?"

The gentleman glanced at Zheng Qing, as if he knew what he wanted to ask.

"Hasta doesn't have much malice." He made a gesture of reassurance: "In Yog's words, 'they just pinned their hopes on the future'... As for why Hasta is eyeing you, I don't know. On the one hand, it is because the aura of the forbidden curse on you is as dazzling as the sun in the dreamland, and it is easy to fall into his sight; on the other hand, Hastur divination that you will be of great help to him."

"Me?" Zheng Qing flexed his thumb and poked the tip of his nose with an expression of disbelief.

"The fact is exactly as he expected."

Mr. stood up and stretched his waist: "Your appearance has promoted the development of the war in the black prison, and hastened the process of Xiangliu devouring cthulhu... Maybe you don't know, there is a big contradiction between Hastur and cthulhu... …Just as there are many differences in the wizarding world, the depths of the starry sky are not monolithic, and many of their conflicts are more intense than the conflicts between us and wizards."

Speaking of this, the husband couldn't help but smile: "The war that broke out in the black prison this time is far less exciting than the games outside the black prison. Around the huge chessboard, every player has fallen behind.

Admirable hands..."

"Sir, then what's the point of our existence?" Zheng Qing couldn't help interrupting Mr.'s words, and said quickly: "I mean, being a legend, or being a legend or above can calculate everything and divination , can change the whole world at will, is there any point in the existence of ordinary wizards? We are as inconspicuous as dust."

"dust?"

The gentleman tilted his head and glanced at the young wizard: "Very self-aware words."

As he spoke, he strolled to the window, pushed hard, and pushed the window open. The late morning breeze immediately poured into the ward, rolled up a corner of the curtains, and stirred the flames of the medicinal candles on the ceiling.

"Can you see the wind?" The gentleman looked back at Zheng Qing.

"I can't see..."

Zheng Qing just said two words, and immediately swallowed the third word 'see', staring at the curtains that were blown up by the wind, thinking: "...Maybe."

"Where is the light?" The gentleman changed his target.

Zheng Qing didn't answer immediately, his eyes were a little confused, he didn't know what the husband meant by these words. In a sense, everything he sees should be light, such as the golden dawn, the white walls, the blue smoke, and so on. But he knew that what Mr. asked should be more than that simple.

Fortunately, Mister didn't wait for the young wizard to really think.

"The meaning is all mutual."

The husband tried to use simple language to explain: "In a dusty room, if you blow a breath, you can see the shape of the wind; open the curtains of the room and let the sun shine in, and you can see the shape of the light." And now... the dust dances in the sun, it shows the shape of the wind as well as the shape of the light. That's what dust is about."

"Existence and meaning are still very difficult philosophical categories for you. I don't suggest you think about these issues until you have mastered enough magical theories."

As he said that, the husband looked up at the sky: "...just like that cat's suggestion, it's really good to chat occasionally."

Zheng Qing immediately realized that Mr. was leaving.

He still has many questions and many things he wants to say to his husband.

But for a moment, I couldn't think of any questions. The only image that came to my mind was the figure of Mr. Yao's previous visitor, Professor Yao being thrown out by the elves.

"Sir," he mustered up his courage and asked hastily, "Everyone says that Professor Yao may be the new vice principal of the school. Is this true?"

The gentleman turned his head and looked at him with a meaningful smile on his face:

"Do you have any doubts?"

"No, no!"

Zheng Qing immediately denied it, and at the same time racked his brains, and asked slowly: "I mean, isn't Professor Yao a big monster? Is it appropriate to let him be the vice president of the First University?" ...Of course, I know that Professor Yao is a very good professor."

"You don't know." Mr. stood in the morning light in front of the window, his figure became fainter and fainter under the sun, just like his voice, gradually fading away:

"Old Yao is not the monster you imagined."

"It's like you're not the big bomb you thought you were."

"Any judgment that is separated from time, the biggest variable, will go further and further in the wrong direction."

"When I was young, I felt that there were countless possibilities in the future. But as I grew older, I gradually understood that life is a set of dominoes. As the days go by, the dominoes fall one by one, and we will eventually Will arrive at the future that has been fixed for a long time... Explained by dimension theory, the timeline will always converge at the end of the past and the future, the end of the past is 0, the end of the future is 1, and between 0 and 1, then There are countless possibilities."

"Like a giant, undulating olive."

"Knowing this, we will have the greatest tolerance for the countless possibilities in the process."

ps, Zheng Qing’s last question actually involves ‘Is the first university going to change the principal’, I feel that the description is a bit cryptic

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