Hunting College

() Zheng Qing found a problem.

Whether Mr. Wu, or Professor Yao, or the old man Garcia who teaches murloc language, the old man Verne of the school committee, the elder Atal of the temple of Usa, etc., but these are the elderly wizards If I want to say something, I always like to digress from the topic and say some riddles around the mountains and mists, making people guess for a long time.

The younger generation of wizards like to call this phenomenon the ‘last echo of the old-school wizard’, because this type of guessing communication method was once popular when occultism occupied the mainstream status of the magical world.

It seems that a wizard who speaks sharply will destroy certain magic concepts based on occult principles.

However, with the continuous development of modern magic theory, traditional occult views are gradually fading. Young wizards prefer fast-paced communication. Only some of the older wizards, confined to the deep-rooted habits in their hearts, still retain The shadow of their youth.

At this moment, in front of the ivory podium, the patience of the young wizards has gradually been exhausted by Elder Attar.

"Then what do you mean by pointing up?"

This time it is still Zhang Jixin, using the most crude and simple method to break the old man Attar's puzzle: "Is there a door to reality on the roof of the temple?"

This is a fresh viewpoint, and Zheng Qing has never thought about this possibility.

Considering that there is a tall white tower above the dome, maybe there is really a gate inside that can allow young wizards to return to school.

The old man lowered his finger slightly displeased.

"If it were a child of Atlas, I would have known what I meant." He muttered in a vague voice, and looked up: "I just want you to look a little away...you have to learn Let go of your vision and stand on a high place. Your vision will be wider and you will be able to see more roads."

"For example, on top of the White Tower?" Zheng Qing gave a hint of surprise.

"No," the old man shook his head: "That is the abode of the gods, you want to go up, just this point of worship is not enough... and the top is not high enough. You need to go up the mountain."

Going up the mountain, Zheng Qing chewed the word, and subconsciously glanced at the fat man and the elder.

They both got down from the mountain.

"You said before that you fell from the sky, didn't you?" Zheng Qingxu looked at his companions, but involuntarily glanced at the old man Atal from the corner of his eyes, biting the three words very hard: "From the sky?"

"Yes," the fat man gestured grinningly: "Like two meteorites, they smashed into a small courtyard, smashing everyone's land... The elder also left two golden beans as compensation. "

The great elder of the temple clapped his hands lightly.

"A very wise move," he seemed pleased to hear such an answer: "This is a bit simpler than I thought... The dark wizard in the old Ngualla house, although evil, is very law-abiding. From the previous'transaction record', you are more likely to trade with it again."

Nikita's eyes moved slightly, but immediately returned to calm.

The young wizards focused their attention on the conversation with the old man Attar, and no one noticed the slight changes in the breath of the banshee.

"There is a door in the sky and we can't get in," Zhang Jixin said of everyone's confusion: "We don't have wings...Should we jump back into the sky?"

Even if they use the light talisman and cloud talisman, they can only fly tens of meters in the air. These young people who have not even reached the level of a registered wizard are not qualified to challenge the sky.

"Jump up... it might not be a way." Elder Attar nodded seriously, as if he didn't think that the red-faced wizard was just joking.

The young wizards couldn't help but stare at each other.

"Are you serious?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "Did you let us'jump back' to the sky?"

"There is a way in the sky, leading to the truth. This sentence is unequivocal. Just like the stone in your shoe or the key that you can't find on the table, it is true."

A black cat walked in from outside the hall, jumped onto the old man Atal's knee expertly, and began to snore. The old man scratched the black cat's ear, his voice became more kind:

"The only difficulty is how to find the key that is missing in your sight. Standing on the top of the mountain and jumping into the sky sounds like a courageous choice."

"Of course, you can also choose to find a ladder, or throw a rope on it, try to climb the ladder, climb the rope, and finally climb out of this world... The method is in your mind, you just need to find it. "

"...Even if there is no road at the end of the mountain, and the other end of the rainbow does not have the beauty you expect, don't give up hope. Hope is beyond obsession, this eternal beacon of the world."

When he said the last sentence, Old Man Attar kept his eyes on Zhu Si. The black cat murmured ‘meow’ on his knee, and opened his mouth to spit out a few fur balls.

The old man’s skinny fingertips clicked on the few fur balls, and the fur **** spread out and turned into a smooth black cat fur. It seemed that a pair of invisible hands passed over the cat's fur. The cat's fur scattered on the tabletop was intertwined quietly, and finally weaved into a black string.

The old man Attar picked up the string, his eyes slowly turned, looked at Zheng Qing, and then looked at Zhu Si again.

"Come here," he waved to the little witch, motioning: "Come closer."

The little witch seemed hesitant.

Zheng Qing stood behind her, pushed her quietly, and pushed her to the old man Atal. Perhaps because of the unfamiliar breath approaching, the black cat jumped off the old man's knees, and with a flick of its tail, it disappeared into the shadows between the legs of the table.

Zhu Si stood still a little nervously~www.ltnovel.com~ The elder of the temple picked up her hand and tied the string woven with cat hair to the little witch's wrist.

"Hope is beyond obsession, this world's eternal beacon." He repeated this sentence, smiling at the brilliant but faint flame in front of him, and whispered: "Destiny is just and unfair. .Because He treats the misery and happiness in this world equally, without any mercy, and will not be cruel."

"Many people have felt this in their entire lives. But very few people, at your age, understand this deeply."

"This is a gift of destiny, you must learn to accept... and then return it to destiny."

"Now, please close your eyes."

With the rope fastened, the old man Attar looked away from Zhu Si and looked at the others.

Everyone closed their eyes obediently.

Including two banshees.