Hunting High School

Pungent, sour, sweet, bitter, salty, the five flavors of medicinal materials are mixed together, passed out from the half-covered window of "authentic herbal medicine", which makes every wizard passing by feel refreshed; green, yellow, red, white , black, and five-color fabrics are intertwined and hung on the hangers of 'Green Xifang', making every passing witch unable to move; poetry, book, ritual, Yi, Spring and Autumn, thread-bound Five Classics Stacked in the corner of the "Men Dian Suoqiu", the paper pages are yellowed and the cotton threads are blackened.

The Huizi collection is still as comfortable and comfortable as ever.

Zheng Qing was walking on the bluestone road, bowing left and right to greet the neighbors; Deng Xiaoxian followed behind him step by step, holding the back of his head with his hands, looking up at the blue sky above his head, yawning again and again.

"Xiao Qingzi is back? How long will you stay at home?" Granny Cai asked with a smile on her face while supporting the pillars in front of the Baicao Hall.

"I'm back." Zheng Qing stopped and replied obediently: "The school has a one-month winter vacation, but I am a public student, so I need to report half a month in advance...the school arranged for us to do charity work. "

Hearing that he said that he was a public fee student, a drawn-out disdainful hum came from Deng Xiaoxian's upturned head.

"Public expenses are better than Xiaoxian's." Granny Cai gave a thumbs up and praised——Deng Xiaoxian, who was walking behind Zheng Qing, let out another loud snort, like a snoring wild boar—and then Granny Cai asked, "Have you run out of previous talisman posts? Do you want to get some more copies in the store?"

Zheng Qing used to get the cinnabar and other posts for practicing talismans from Baicaotang, and Granny Cai also allowed Zheng Qing to use the finished talisman posts to replace brand new blank posts in her store. When she was a child, Zheng Qing always regarded this kind of transaction as the extra money she earned, and she never tired of it.

It's just that when he went to college, he knew that as long as the posts he wrote were recharged, he could exchange them for shiny golden beans and silver horns at the wandering bar, so he didn't have the habit of accumulating talisman posts.

"It's not finished, it's not used up yet." The young wizard smiled awkwardly, and waved his hands again and again: "The school provides free school supplies for public-funded students... There were still many useless posts in those posts when I left last time."

What he said was not entirely true.

The First University did provide school supplies to public-funded students, but those supplies could only support the students' minimum level of study and training—for example, there was only one copy of Futie a month, which was not enough for Zheng Qing to practice for three days—and he The talismans that I brought when I entered school have long been exhausted in the day-to-day practice.

The reason why I didn't continue to get talisman posts in Granny Cai's shop was because it was always 'barter' in the past. If I offered to buy it with money now, Zheng Qing always felt a little awkward; but if he didn't buy it, he couldn't bear it. Use your own posts full of talismans to exchange blank notebooks.

Just like when we were young, we would give antelope wood carvings to good friends without hesitation, but when we grow up, we become shrewd and hypocritical.

With this new understanding of life, Zheng Qing bid farewell to Granny Cai and continued to move forward.

"I came here in a hurry today, and I forgot to bring them a gift." While walking, Zheng Qing explained to Deng Xiaoxian as if to make amends.

The young shopkeeper of Huichuntang rolled his eyes.

"It's really troublesome." He muttered something, and blew on the sky: "It's true that the older you get, the less cute you are."

"Like cute, go find Huang Xiaoya." Zheng Qing also rolled his eyes, and said to Deng Xiaoxian mockingly: "Of course, the premise is that you will not be chased and beaten by Mr. Huang with a knife all over the street, and you will be beaten." Pan donkey's donkey was chopped off."

Mr. Huang opened a seal cutting shop in Hui Zi Ji, selling all kinds of jade, stone, and wood seal carving products, including but not limited to seals, charm boards, curse stones and other things. Huang Xiaoya is his granddaughter, she is ten years old this year, she is a very cute little girl.

"That's why I said you are becoming less and less cute." Deng Xiaoxian stood up straight, took his hands from the back of his head, took advantage of the situation, and fished out an emerald green firefly from mid-air: " ...Children are innocent when they talk about business, but when they grow up, they tell jokes with a bit of a yellow accent."

As he spoke, he pulled off the head and wings of the firefly, stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed it, and spit out the skin.

"Pooh."

The translucent lantern skin, along with light green spittle, fell into the gutter at the corner of the street.

"Ouch." Zheng Qing made a disgusted expression—half of it was pretending, and half of it was because he really wanted to vomit—then he clearly distanced himself from Deng Xiaoxian, and said in disgust: " Haven't you already adapted to the old-age life here? Why do you still do such weird things...eating fireflies...why don't you eat flies!"

When Deng Xiaoxian was first brought into the Huizi collection by Mr. Deng, he was rebellious in all kinds of ways, doing strange things all day long. For example, running naked in circles on the three-mile-long small street, chopping off the tail of the helicopterus rabbit sold by street vendors and stuffing it into the medicine cabinet, or showing the twelve cooking methods of tapeworms to the little dolls in the Huizi collection Skill.

However, as time went by, he gradually adapted to the semi-closed environment here, and gradually accepted his fate.

By the time Zheng Qing left Huiziji to go to university, the state of the young shopkeeper was already normal, and he rarely did those shocking actions again.

But now, Zheng Qing is very suspicious of whether Deng Xiaoxian's old illness has relapsed.

"I don't eat flies because there are no suitable species." The young shopkeeper of Huichuntang spread his hands, with an innocent face, and replied in a serious tone: "I really want to taste those little green-headed insects with long hair on their legs. What kind of taste... I heard from friends outside that it tastes like a small yuanxiao, and the juice splashes when you take a bite, and the soft taste is a bit spicy."

Zheng Qing looked terrified, and pulled the distance between him and Deng Xiaoxian one step further, as if the air that Deng Xiaoxian breathed would cause an incurable disease.

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"Hahaha...you're kidding!" Deng Xiaoxian suddenly hilariously hilariously laughed, and couldn't straighten his waist: "Didn't I tell you that these fireflies are improved varieties given by friends? They only drink tree sap, so they can be eaten." It's...the taste is similar to that of grapes, but the taste is a bit richer...do you want to have a taste?"

As he said that, he fished out another orange-red one from mid-air—it could be seen that he was already very proficient in this movement.

"It's amazing, I admire it, stay away from me." Zheng Qing also skillfully held his fists, and continued to increase the distance between Deng Xiaoxian and Deng Xiaoxian.

His surname is not Grylls, and he has no plans to survive in the wild, so he is naturally not sensitive to eating bugs.

"It's a pity." Deng Xiaoxian shrugged, pulled out the orange-red worm's wings and plucked its head, and threw it into his mouth, saying vaguely, "Live like an old master...without any joy in life." (Unfinished to be continued)