Monster Hunting High School

The medicinal field where the scented thorn is located originally belonged to the plant 'Dixiu'.

Dixiu, also known as the "no worries tree", helps people calm down and maintain calmness.

It is said in ancient books that the mountain of Shaoshi is full of grass and trees. There is a tree on it, its name is Dixiu, its leaves are like poplars, its branches have five branches, yellow flowers and black solids, and those who obey it will not be angry. It means that there is a kind of tree on Shaoshi Mountain called "Dixiu". Its leaves are similar in shape to poplar leaves. Its branches are intertwined and stretch out in all directions. It has yellow flowers and black fruits. Taking it can make people calm and calm. Not angry.

Because of this effect, modern wizards include it among the "nerve-soothing" plants. The nature of this shrub is similar to its role in pharmacy, being very gentle and humble.

But under the competition rules of survival of the fittest in nature, a humble plant is not a plant that can adapt to the environment. The seeds of many vines and vines took advantage of the gentleness of the Emperor Xiu tree to multiply savagely within its root system, tyrannically plundering the nutrients that originally belonged to the Emperor Xiu.

It tastes like thorns.

Zheng Qing strongly suspected that without the protective planting by wizards, perhaps this ancient tree with magical effects would have disappeared in the long river of history.

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

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

"Do you still remember what I told you before entering the garden?" The professor's eyes slowly passed over the young and excited faces in front of him, and his voice was slightly raised: "When you enter the garden: first, you must listen to the teacher's instructions; second, you must listen to the teacher's instructions; , don’t move; thirdly, listen to the teacher’s instructions and don’t move!”

"Have you done it?" His warning gaze paused briefly on several faces.

Many people lowered their heads in guilt.

"Now, Uncle Stendhal has assigned you tasks." Professor Li frowned and added reluctantly: "Although I do not recommend using newcomers who have just joined the school to carry out field operations, since there are no Opinions, then, I hope you can show the qualities that a good nine person should have.”

"Do you have any confidence?"

"Yes." The students responded at random.

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

"Yes!" This time the answer was unusually crisp, neat, and full of energy.

The professor nodded with satisfaction and was about to leave.

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

Several classmates nearby quickly made room for him to have enough space to perform.

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

"Yes." Zheng Qing glared at those classmates who were dead Taoists but not poor Taoists. He nervously pulled the hair on his head and asked, "Why is magic not allowed in the garden?"

"What I mean is that spells or magic tools should be able to improve our work efficiency to a great extent." He elaborated in an explanation, and then threw out a doubt that had been bothering him for a long time: "I see Uncle Stendhal's magic weapon It seems that a hoe can be transformed into many tools. Isn’t this magic?”

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

"Any magic without permission is prohibited from appearing in the Herb Garden."

Zheng Qing curled his lips, which meant that the old gardener's pickaxe had been approved.

Seemingly aware of some dissatisfaction among the students, 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. There are a total of 372 kinds of herbs in the medicine garden in the environment where we are."

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

"Students who are familiar with pharmaceutical preparation should have had this doubt."

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

"Because magic will interfere 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, the water is indeed contaminated."

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

"More than a hundred years ago, at the beginning of the 20th century in the Bai Di calendar, Tungus, the great wizard of Xianbelia, used screening magic to purify 'blue fluorescence' and concoct 'Final Fantasy', which led to a terrible accident. That horrific explosion was comparable to the destructive spell 'Makobharata'."

"The sky is full of strange lights, as if showing off its power 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 somewhat horrified crowd and said with a smile: "Of course, you don't need to worry too much. That accident was brewed by a research team. At your level, the potion prepared with magically contaminated materials is at best It will make the medicine lose its efficacy and will not cause drastic changes.”

"The ban on magic in Baicao Garden is roughly based on this idea."

“Strong, but risk-averse to the greatest extent possible.”

"Well, Teacher Li's lecture is very good." Uncle Stendhal appeared outside the crowd at some point. He clapped his hands, directed everyone to disperse into the fields, and shouted: "Each person has a field, remember to clean it up!"

"Put the thorns you pull out into the small baskets given to you, and don't throw them away. As long as these little things are attached to the earth, they will never give up their efforts to sink their roots into the soil!"

Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin grabbed their own small bamboo baskets and joined the weeding army with blank expressions on their faces.

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

In this medicinal field, in addition to scented thorns, there are also many magical plants growing messily.

After pulling grass for a long time, I was tired. I looked around and saw no supervisor.

The sun above our heads has always been so bright.

What a perfect weather for sleeping.

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

Although he had not yet made an appointment with Elena about tutoring for talismans, Zheng Qing decided to face this matter with the most positive attitude.

Therefore, whenever he had time recently, he worked hard to learn the basic theoretical knowledge about talismans.

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

Zheng Qing turned around and saw Fatty Xin picking up a small pink flower on the edge of the field, holding it up and asking loudly.

"No!" Professor Li was shocked, but he couldn't stop it.

Fatty Xin was so frightened that he quickly threw away the flower in his hand. After a while, he felt no discomfort.

"He's trying to commit suicide again." Zheng Qing rubbed his face weakly, doubting very much whether the classmates in his class could live safely for four years in this dangerous magical world.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's just a bowl of flowers." The old gardener smiled and waved his hand not far away, seeming not to care: "And the flower is not warm enough, the effect will only last for a week at most."

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

"Don't worry, don't worry." Uncle Stendhal turned over a piece of hard mud at his feet, smashed it into pieces with a hoe, stood up and said with a smile: "This flower will only take effect tomorrow. You can eat more tonight. Just hold on for a few days and it will be over. Young man, what are you afraid of?"

Fatty Xin was dejected and said nothing.

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

This small pink flower, like wattle, is also an herb used to control emotions. It's just that compared to those grasses that can only leave a pungent smell after being crushed, the ancestors of bowl flowers put a powerful curse on their own blood.

Any unauthorized behavior of picking flowers will cause the opponent's balance function to lose control within a certain period of time. In layman's terms, it means that your hands will shake afterward.

The most common loss of control for wizards is bowling.

After picking this flower, the wizard could easily let the fragile porcelain fall on the floor while serving tea and water for dinner.

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

"But that flower does look like a morning glory!" On the way after school, Fatty Xin was still brooding about this matter and complained angrily.

"It looks similar to me." Zheng Qing patted his shoulder comfortingly, then turned to look at Xiao Xiao beside him: "What's the difference between bowl flowers and morning glories?"

"Go and read the "Wizard Encyclopedia" yourself." Xiao Xiao became more and more helpless at this look: "Bowl flowers, like morning glories and morning glories, all belong to the Solanacea family - in fact, except for Apart from the actual effect, there is not much difference in appearance, except that the color of the bowl flowers is lighter, and it takes a long time to bloom, and it takes about thirty years to bloom. "

"Thirty years!" Zheng Qing looked in disbelief: "What's the use of it? Can people eat it and become gods?"

"It's useless. It's just that this kind of flower is a necessary trace ingredient for preparing the 'Beauty Pill'." Xiao Xiao glanced at Fatty Xin: "Generally speaking, a mature flower can help prepare a potion of medicine. In terms of value, how can Say, it varies from person to person.”

"Haha, didn't the old gardener say that the flowers are not yet ripe!" The fat on Fatty Xin's face jumped, 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 classmate said that the old professor who teaches alchemy usually only shows up in the first class, and all subsequent classes are handed over to his teaching assistant. "

"Why are you going if you don't have class?" Xiao Xiao looked at the fat man suspiciously.

The fat man laughed and didn't answer.

"I can't." Zheng Qing followed the two of them 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 be properly punished on Saturday. Was called to the office."

"That's right." Fatty Xin looked at him sympathetically, his tone full of joy: "Who are you calling your government-funded student!"