Hunting High School

The medicine field where the brambles are located originally belonged to the plant 'Dixiu'.

Dixiu, also known as 'Bushoumu', helps people to calm down and maintain calmness.

There is a cloud in ancient books, the mountain of Shaoshi is full of grass and trees (qun). There is a tree Yan on it, its name is Dixiu, its leaves are like poplars, its branches are five-way, yellow and black, and those who obey them will not be angry. It means that there is a kind of wood on Mount Shaoshi named 'Dixiu'. Its leaves are similar in shape to poplar leaves. The branches cross each other and stretch out in all directions. It has yellow flowers and black fruits. Taking it can make people calm. not annoyed.

Because of this effect, modern wizards include it in the category of 'soothing nerve' plants. The character of this shrub is very gentle and humble, similar to its role in medicine.

But under nature's competitive rules of survival of the fittest, a humble plant is not a plant that can adapt to the environment. Relying on the gentleness of Dixiu wood, the seeds of many vines and vines savagely multiplied in its root system, domineeringly plundering the nourishment that originally belonged to Dixiu.

Like flavored brambles.

Zheng Qing is very suspicious, if there is no protective planting by the wizards, maybe the ancient wood with this magical effect has already disappeared in the long river of history.

When the old man Stendhal distributed the small bamboo baskets to everyone, the duo who went to the Gobi Desert to capture the "Running Rabbit Master" had already returned with the thin-stemmed plant with yellow flowers and red leaves.

The old gardener went to receive the spoils with a smile on his face. Professor Li Qihuang took the opportunity to gather everyone together and re-emphasize the discipline in the garden.

"Remember what I said to you before entering the garden?" The professor's eyes slowly passed over the young and excited faces in front of him, and he raised his voice slightly: "Entering the garden: first, listen to the teacher's instructions; second , don’t move around; third, listen to the teacher’s instructions and don’t move around!”

"Did you do it?" His warning gaze paused for a moment on several faces.

Many people lowered their heads with guilt.

"Now, Uncle Stendhal has assigned tasks to you." Professor Li frowned, and added reluctantly: "Although I don't recommend using newcomers who have just entered the school for field work, since there are no Opinion, then, I hope you can show the qualities that a good nine should possess."

"Do you have confidence!"

"Yes." The students responded in various ways.

"Huh?" Professor Li raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Are you confident?"

"Yes!" The answer this time was unusually crisp, tidy, and full of energy.

The professor nodded in satisfaction and was about to leave.

Zheng Qing seized the opportunity to raise his hand and shook it vigorously.

The classmates next to him quickly made room for him to play.

"Is there a problem?" Professor Li's tone became gentle again.

"Yes." Zheng Qing glared viciously at those students who were fellows and immortals, nervously pulled the hair on the top of their heads, and asked, "Why is magic not allowed in the garden?"

"I mean, spells or magic tools should be able to improve our work efficiency to a great extent." He expounded in an explanatory manner, and then threw out a doubt that has troubled him for a long time: "I see that Uncle Stendhal's A hoe seems to be able to turn into many tools, isn't this magic?"

"Very good." Professor Li is always appreciative of valuable questions. He straightened his body, looked around seriously, and reiterated the discipline first: "This classmate mentioned magic, very good, so I will repeat it strictly." discipline."

"Any, unauthorized magic is prohibited from appearing in the Herb Garden."

Zheng Qing curled his lips, that is to say, the old gardener's pickaxe has been approved.

It seemed that he also noticed that the students were a little bit upset. Professor Li organized the language and gave a complete explanation to everyone:

"There are a total of 136,927 kinds of herbs in the garden, and there are 372 kinds of herbs in the medicine garden in our environment."

"Every herb is a precious life and a very fragile existence."

"Students who are familiar with the preparation of medicines should have a doubt."

"Why don't we use magic to grind medicinal powder, but slowly process it with clumsy and heavy mortars, pestles, and even different types of knives?"

"Because magic interferes with the properties of the powder."

"It's like a drop of ink dropped into a basin of pure water. Even though you can't see the color change of the water, the water is indeed polluted."

"You must remember, never use magic-contaminated materials to prepare potions!" Professor Li emphasized his tone and gave an example:

"More than a hundred years ago, that is, at the beginning of the 20th century of the Baiding calendar, Tungus, the great wizard of Xianbelia, used screening magic to purify 'blue fluorescence' and modulate 'Final Fantasy', which led to a terrible accident. That terrible explosion is comparable to the destruction spell 'Macobharata'."

"The sky is full of strange brilliance, just like showing off to the Holy Spirit; only a thousand suns can compete with it!"

"So, you must, must, not use magic to process your potion materials."

Professor Li glanced at the terrified crowd, and said with a smile: "Of course, you don't need to worry too much. That accident was brewed by a research team. As far as your level is concerned, potions prepared with magic-contaminated materials are at most It will lose the efficacy of the medicine and will not cause drastic changes."

"The prohibition of magic in Baicao Garden roughly refers to this idea."

"Strict, but can avoid risks to the greatest extent."

"Well, Teacher Li spoke very well." Uncle Stendhal appeared outside the crowd at some point. He clapped his hands, directed the crowd to disperse into the field, and shouted: "Everyone has a field ridge, remember to clean it up!"

"Put the plucked brambles into the small baskets given to you, and don't throw them away. As long as this kind of little thing is soiled, you will not give up the effort to root into the soil!"

Xin Fatty and Zhang Jixin grabbed their respective small bamboo baskets, and joined the ranks of weeding army with blank faces.

Zheng Qing followed Xiao Xiao, pulling weeds and listening to the encyclopedia explaining various strange herbs and insects.

In this medicine field, besides the thorns, there are many magical plants growing in a mess.

After pulling the grass for a long time, I was tired. Looking around, there was no supervisor.

The sun above was always so bright.

What a fine day to sleep in.

Zheng Qing found a shady place, sat on the ground, dug out Mankiw's "Rune Construction Principles" from his backpack, and planned to rest for a while.

Although he hasn't made an appointment with Yi Lianna to take a supplementary talisman class, Zheng Qing decided to face it with the most positive attitude.

Therefore, whenever he has time recently, he tries his best to study the basic theoretical knowledge of talismans.

"What's the use of this morning glory?" Xin Fatty's surprised voice sounded.

Zheng Qing turned around and saw Xin Fatty pick up a small pink flower on the edge of the field ridge, raised it up and asked loudly.

"Don't!" Professor Li turned pale with shock, but he couldn't stop it.

Xin Fatty was so frightened that he quickly threw away the flowers in his hand. After a while, he didn't feel any discomfort.

"Fighting tricks to die again." Zheng Qing rubbed his face weakly, very doubting whether the students in the class could survive four years safely in this dangerous magical world.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a bowl of flowers." The old gardener smiled and waved his hands not far away, seemingly indifferent: "And that flower is not hot enough, the effect will only be a week at most."

"Picking a bowl of flowers? A week!" Xin Fatty's face turned green immediately.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Uncle Stendhal turned over a piece of hard mud under his feet, smashed it with a hoe, stood up and said with a smile: "This flower will take effect tomorrow, you should eat more tonight. After a few days of support, it will pass. Young man, why are you afraid of such a thing.”

Xin Fatty was downcast and didn't speak.

Under Xiao Xiao's explanation, Zheng Qing suddenly realized.

The small pink flowers are among the same Medicinal herbs for mood control as the scented bramble. It's just that compared with those grasses that can only leave a pungent smell after being crushed, the ancestors of Dawanhua cast a powerful curse on their blood.

Any unauthorized flower-picking behavior will cause the opponent's balance function to lose control within a certain period of time. In layman's terms, it means shaking hands afterwards.

For wizards, the most common loss of control is bowling.

Picking this kind of flower, it is easy for the wizard to let the fragile porcelain fall on the floor when serving tea and water for dinner.

The 'hand' here is a hand in a broad sense, so even if a cursed wizard in China uses a spell to serve tea and eat, this risk cannot be avoided.

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"But that flower really looks like a morning glory!" On the way after school, Xin Fatty still brooded over this matter and complained angrily.

"I look like it too." Zheng Qing patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, then turned to look at Xiao Xiao beside him: "What's the difference between Dawanhua and Morning Glory?"

"Look through the "Encyclopedia of Wizards" by yourself." Xiao Xiao became more and more helpless to this kind of gaze: "The dawanhua, like the morning glory and morning glory, belong to the Solanaceae family—in fact, they are all Except for the actual effect, there is not much difference in appearance, but the color of the bowl flower is lighter, and it takes a long time to bloom, and it takes about 30 years to bloom once."

"Thirty years!" Zheng Qing said incredulously, "What's the use of it? Can it make people become gods after eating it?"

"It's useless, it's just that this kind of flower is a necessary trace ingredient for the formulation of the 'Nourishment Pill'." Xiao Xiao glanced at Xin Fatty: "Generally speaking, a mature flower can assist in the preparation of a batch of medicine. Say, it varies from person to person."

"Haha, didn't the old gardener say that the flowers are not yet ripe!" The fat on Xin Fatty's face twitched, and he immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, do you want to go to the alchemy class tomorrow morning? I'll listen The senior seniors said that the old professor who taught alchemy usually only showed up in the first class, and the rest of the classes would be handed over to the own teaching assistant."

"Why don't you go to class?" Xiao Xiao looked at Fatty suspiciously.

Fatty laughed and didn't answer.

"I can't." Zheng Qing followed behind the two listlessly, lamenting: "Tomorrow is Friday, the day after tomorrow is Saturday, and I will go on patrol on Saturday. If I am caught skipping class on Friday, I will meet you on Saturday." called to the office."

"That's right." Xin Fatty looked at him sympathetically, and his tone was full of joy: "Who called you a public servant!"