Hunting High School

"Pan Lv'er, if old shopkeeper Deng finds out that you are in contact with those friends of yours, he will break your three legs!"

Zheng Qing seemed to be grasping something big, stretched out his hand in front of the young shopkeeper of Huichuntang, and squeezed his eyes: "Old rules, you understand."

It is said to be an old rule, but it is actually a euphemistic extortion of blackmail.

Because the old shopkeeper of Huichuntang strictly prohibited Deng Xiaoxian from going out, so for a while, Zheng Qing's Sanyou Bookstore became the place where Deng Xiaoxian hid foreign parcels of letterhead. It's just that every time he asks Zheng Qing to help, it always gives the boy a little benefit.

Sometimes it’s an old copper coin, sometimes it’s a piece of beautiful scales, and sometimes it’s some weird-shaped bugs, such as a mosquito with two heads, a fly slough the size of a palm, a bee coagulating in an amber, and so on.

After going back and forth like this, Zheng Qing also developed the habit of asking Deng Xiaoxian for a little favor before keeping the secret for Deng Xiaoxian.

Until now, in the largest poplar box in Zheng Qing's gray cloth bag, there are still many odds and ends that Deng Xiaoxian gave him.

After hearing Zheng Qing's words, the young shopkeeper of Huichuntang raised his arm, and slapped Zheng Qing's outstretched hand: "Old rules, old rules, you big-headed ghost... Gangzhen, you have to be in school, If you deal with your classmates in such a rough way, you will be blacklisted by the student union within a month."

"What do you mean, do you have more subtle means when it comes to blackmail?" Zheng Qing looked at the tall and thin wizard in front of him with modest eyes.

"blackmail? What kind of talk is this!" Deng Xiaoxian blew a sigh of relief, blowing the lock of long hair on his forehead flying up: "I have someone in Dan Hag...You talk so nonsense, be careful to sue you for slander !"

After half a year of college experience, Zheng Qing is no longer the bookstore apprentice who was different from before.

Where is Dan Hager, he heard Xiao Xiao say it more than once, so after receiving Deng Xiaoxian's 'threat', he immediately raised his hands to express his surrender Of course, this does not mean that he believes what Deng Xiaoxian said , but he felt that this kind of joke to heighten the atmosphere should be stopped.

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"Originally, I planned to introduce some fireflies from the school myself." Zheng Qing changed the subject and patted the gray cloth bag on his waist at the same time: "Brother is on the pedestrian street, at least there is a shop, eh..."

Before he finished speaking, his head was attacked by a thread-bound book.

"You're so young, who do you want to be!" Deng Xiaoxian blew his hair and stared at Zheng Qing, his face full of surprise: "I haven't seen you in half a year, your momentum has improved... Before, you used to blush just by saying a few words! "

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes, pretending not to hear Deng Xiaoxian's teasing.

Instead, he continued: "... After seeing Daming Square and Beta Town Pedestrian Street, I knew how backward the calligraphy collection is. So, I was thinking about when I would come back and change the signboards for the neighbors... Those of them The signage in the shop is outdated, and not an iota of modern publicity magic has been used. It doesn't fit the basics of running a business at all."

In this way, he began to chatter about the idea of ​​own transformation, and at the same time pointed out the Baicao Hall behind Deng Xiaoxian, saying that a alchemy doll could be placed here, a group of elves could be raised there, and so on.

While he was making noise, the young shopkeeper of Huichuntang didn't say a word, just casually flipping through the medicine book in his hand.

It wasn't until Zheng Qing was tired and wanted to drink some water to moisturize his throat that Deng Xiaoxian unhurriedly raised a finger: "It's up to you how you want to change it...you can take out a coin from the old man's pocket to calculate it." It's up to you."

"These old men and old ladies on the street have no other habits. They are better at calculating and budgeting."

Hearing this, Zheng Qing stretched her legs and sat down on the threshold, never wanting to get up again.

In front of him, over the sky above the street, the flying golden pheasant suddenly spread its wings and played a piece of music:

"...Old Jack is turning his Feng Shui compass, the spurs on his heels are crackling, his left eye is slightly squinted, and his right hand is pressing the Dharma book on his waist..."

Listening to this familiar song, Zheng Qing couldn't help raising her eyebrows, but she still didn't move.

He didn't want to move anymore, but Deng Xiaoxian became interested instead.

The young shopkeeper of Huichun Hall put down the book in his hand, stood up, took two sliding steps to the music played by the golden pheasant in mid-air, then twisted his legs, blowing from time to time, and brushed the lock on his forehead Her long hair flew up, and she assumed a chic pose.

It must be admitted that this guy's rhythm is very accurate.

"You know this song too?!"

There was a little interest on Zheng Qing's face, which is the most common expression after finding a common topic in the chat. At the same time, he immediately explained: "The store I opened on the school pedestrian street often plays this song..."

"The classic hunting song, which wizard doesn't know." Deng Xiaoxian was very disapproving of the fuss of the public servant.

This made Zheng Qing a little bit annoyed.

"Then do you know who old Jack is?" he asked challengingly.

"It's nothing more than a certain Western mage who left traces in the era of the Westward Hunting Movement." Deng Xiaoxian took a breath, letting the long lock of hair fluttering on his forehead, and then naturally changed the subject: "Introduction When it comes to hunting monsters...Xiao Jian told me, you performed well this year and even won a trophy?"

The little sword he was talking about was Deng Xiaojian, a hunter from the Judgment Hunting Team of the First University, who once helped the Forgiveness Hunting Team to train.

Mentioning this matter, Zheng Qing must also thank the young treasurer of Huichun Hall in front of him.

"The champion of the freshman competition... In fact, our hunting team is not very good." Zheng Qing's attitude at this moment has taken a 180-degree turn compared to before. He seemed a lot more amiable, and a lot more well-behaved.

"Your hunting team is not very powerful...you mean, you are very powerful, right?" Deng Xiaoxian squinted, glanced at the young wizard, and choked, "I haven't seen you in half a year, your face is much thicker... Sure enough, An independent life is the most exercising."

Immediately, he sighed in a tone mixed with regret and nostalgia: "It turns out that innocent and kind boy...has finally died."

"Get out!" Zheng Qing's gratitude that lasted for a few seconds immediately dissipated.

He grabbed the "Holding the Bottle" in front of him and threw it on Deng Xiaoxian's body, and said with a smile: "You are just dead! My young master is living well... It's Chinese New Year, can you say something auspicious!"

"Crack!" The young wizard hit a book on his head again.

"I'm talking nonsense again." Deng Xiaoxian put away the "Holding the Bottle" in his hand, squinted at the young wizard, and taught him a lesson: "How old are you, and you are also a brother and a master, and the toad yawns a lot."

"Tsk," Zheng Qing covered his head, feeling a little annoyed, "Don't beat your head all the time, okay, I'm a public-funded student at First University, and my head is very precious!"