Hunting College

The afternoon weather is a little dull.

The clouds in the sky have not completely dissipated, and the sun is half-hidden, revealing its face, lazily leaking a few ray of light from between the fingers.

The courtyard of the institute is not large and the layout is very compact.

Sunlight can only leave a small bright spot in the yard.

The two young wizards crossed this spot and walked deep into the backyard.

There is a small garden where some herbs and seedlings commonly used in alchemy are planted, which belongs to Dr. Duzem's personal wealth.

The old mulberry tree they were looking for grew in the center of the nursery.

I don't know if it is because of the engraved charms on the bluestone road under my feet, it is very quiet along the way, and there is no noise from the bugs. This quiet environment makes Zheng Qing feel very comfortable.

At the corner of the tall enclosure next to the roadway, there is a row of lush creepers.

Zheng Qing was deeply impressed by this row of plants.

He remembered that when waiting at the door, there were many interesting little lives hidden under the broad leaves of these vines.

Of course, even now, if he pays attention to observation, he can always find those dodgy peeping sights among the vines.

"When I get old, I will buy a secluded house. Open a small garden and plant some vegetables, fruits, herbs and flowers. There must be a well in the yard and a deck chair. Plant a big locust tree. In the middle of summer, lying under the locust tree, tsk, think about it, it’s beautiful." Zheng Qing took a deep breath, holding the porcelain plate and jade scissors, and arbitrarily planning his retirement life: "Like those tree sperm "Grass sperm, I will build a grass nest for them, lest they harm my garden."

There was a **** on Jiang Yu's face.

"You haven't been an adult for a year, so you are thinking about retirement?" She couldn't help but laughed out loud: "You are thinking too far."

"Because I always feel that I can't adapt to this world." Zheng Qing was a little unhappy: "When a large group of people on campus speculated on the cause of the kitten's death, I mentioned that the kitten might be a wizard who killed the kitten, but was despised by many people. Now...Ah! I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it."

He suddenly realized that the kitten's owner was walking in front of him, feeling regretful and apologizing again and again.

But obviously, his words rekindled Jiang Yu's negative emotions.

"It's okay, you didn't make a mistake." Jiang Yu lowered his head and walked in the shadows between the buildings. His voice seemed a little depressed: "In fact, maybe you have said the real cause of death."

"But by the lake, no one supports me." Zheng Qing always feels very uncomfortable when he thinks of everyone's eyes.

"That's because there are things that you can think about, but you can't say that in full view." Jiang Yu turned his face and smiled reluctantly: "My tutor once discussed this type of issue with me, if your point of view 'Politically incorrect', then even if you are telling the truth, no one wants to accept it."

"Humans always like to deceive themselves and others." Zheng Qing sighed, "So naive."

"No, you are really naive." Jiang Yu shook his head and said softly: "If you still belong to this society, you must obey the ideas of this society. You are not an important person, so your ideas are not important, but everyone's ideas are important. ."

While they were talking, the two had arrived in the center of the small garden in the backyard. The old mulberry tree hangs its head peacefully, without a leaf being driven by the breeze, as if asleep.

"It's really outrageous!" Zheng Qing thought about Jiang Yu's last sentence, his tone was very unconvincing.

"This is the truth-remarks based on abnormal ideas are offensive to the public."

"What kind of offense is this?" Zheng Qing smiled angrily: "I can't even talk about it if I don't like it?"

"Of course it doesn't matter to talk about it." Jiang Yu shook his head helplessly: "But if your remarks are out of sight and can be swept away by a small wind, then what is the point of speaking out? The older you get? , The richer the experience and the more cultivated the human relationship, the less irreversible words will be said."

"Fortunately, I'm still very young." Zheng Qing looked at the jade scissors in his hands mockingly, and fiercely snapped off a few old mulberry leaves.

"Mistakes are the characteristics of young people, don't worry." Jiang Yu raised the porcelain plate, took the leafed mulberry, raised his voice and reminded: "That mulberry leaf looks older... Yes, it's the branched branch. on."

Zheng Qing sighed, finally stopped complaining and started working quietly.

When the two young wizards returned to the study with a plate of mulberries and young leaves, the doctor was busy in front of the experiment table with his back to them.

"Bring things here." The doctor turned his head, raised his eyelids, and looked at the two people with a little surprise in his tone: "Have you chosen enough materials so soon?"

"Doctor, your eyes..." Zheng Qing looked at the doctor behind the desk and exclaimed in surprise.

Dr. Duzem's originally empty eye sockets were filled with two eyeballs again.

Raising his eyes and eyebrows, he became more popular.

The whole person looks much more real.

Although compared to when he first met, his eyes seemed to be a little bigger and his eye sockets looked a little swollen. But anyhow it is within the normal range.

Finally, there was no horror movie atmosphere, Zheng Qing thought of this, and suddenly felt very good.

"Are your eyes okay?" Jiang Yu looked at him worriedly: "It seems a bit congested?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter... the eyeballs have been soaking in the potion for a long time, a little swelling." Dr. Dozem rubbed his eye sockets and squinted to look at the two young wizards: "It's better to rest at night...so dispensed We need to work together to handle this matter as soon as possible."

Zheng Qing was shocked and nodded again and again.

If he can quietly learn the doctor's dispensing method, maybe his little elf can last longer, he thought happily in his heart.

"Come here, I'll assign the follow-up tasks first." The doctor walked to the desk and greeted the two young wizards.

On the desk, the thousand-year-old tortoise was still lying in the center like rotten wood. At this moment, it held up its neck, like rotten wood, with its nostrils closed together, staring blankly at the sapphire-based medicine mill placed on the table.

A layer of delicate red pink surface has been spread in the roller.

"What is this? Is it cinnabar?" Zheng Qing asked curiously, after carefully grinding the red powder of the cart with white porcelain.

"Cinnabar?" The doctor shook his head: "Whether cinnabar, saltpeter, alum, stalactite, these are all tiger and wolf medicine, your little elves can't bear it."

"This is jade powder." Jiang Yu dug out a little with an ear spoon, twisted it lightly at his fingertips, and affirmed: "It's also cooked jade."

The doctor nodded approvingly, then turned his head, staring at a pair of bulging eyes, and instructed Zheng Qing: "Go, under the sun outside the house, continue to grind the jade inside, the thinner the better."

Zheng Qing headed down and led away.

He realized that Dr. Duzem was determined not to let himself see the complete refining process.

When the sun's spot on the ground stretched and deformed, Jiang Yu finally walked out of the study and called Zheng Qing back into the room.

The white porcelain roller has rubbed the palm of his hand red and itchy, and the jade powder in the medicine roller is also almost running water.

Zheng Qing rubbed the red itchy palms and asked in a muffled voice, "Are you all ready?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yu laughed lowly: "According to the doctor, this kind of spirit powder can be deployed later, no special refining is required."

In the study.

On the desk was a mortar that was slightly yellowed.

In the bowl is some finely chopped blue-black medicinal materials, a thin layer, almost not covering the bottom of the bowl.

Dr. Duzem is using a brush dipped in a bowl of bright red paint to draw a complex pattern on a wooden board. Several layers of different colors have been embedded under this talisman array.

"This is a very rare set of formations." Jiang Yu whispered in his ear.

You can understand the high end of this formation without explaining Zheng Qing.

To be able to nest several rune arrays with different effects and interact with each other requires extremely solid foundation and superb rune array skills.

Four small empty bowls were placed next to Dr. Duzem. The four colors of black, white, blue, and yellow pigments that were originally contained in them were all used up.

When the small bowl filled with red paint was also thrown on the ground by him, the doctor finally raised his head.

"Hand me the mortar." He whispered.

Zheng Qing quickly picked up the medicine bowl not far away and handed it to the doctor.

Dr. Duzem moved the old tortoise away, then placed the wooden board full of symbols in the center of the desk, took the mortar in Zheng Qing's hand, placed it on the board, and carefully checked the position.

"That's all for the basic work." He finally stood up, his voice very tired: "You can just listen to my command later... it doesn't need the slightest magic power, it's very simple."

Zheng Qing nodded vigorously.

"Miss Jiang is responsible for the juice squeezed from that old mulberry leaf." The doctor glanced at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu nodded quietly.

"Why is it only green?" Zheng Qing looked at the green leaf juice, Nahan said: "What about those mulberries? Why should I color it too."

"I was eaten by it." Jiang Yu whispered, and quietly pointed to the red-purple stain on the corner of the thousand-year-old tortoise's mouth on the desk: "I just learned that only a little juice from mulberry leaves is used as medicine."

Ling Turtle seemed to hear the whispers of the two, raised his head proudly, and curled his lips.

The doctor pondered for a moment, looked at Zheng Qing, and ordered: "As for you, when you see the smoke rising in a while, throw those jade powder in, don't hesitate."

Zheng Qing continued to nod obediently.

"Finally, remember what you are going to do." The doctor turned his head and glanced at the old turtle again.

The tortoise tilted its neck and the corners of its mouth curled in disdain.

The doctor took a deep breath, looked up at the sun outside the window, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

A convex mirror appeared above the mortar out of thin air.

"Fire in the air." He groaned, and the sunlight quickly focused along the lens. In the blink of an eye, the fine medicinal materials at the bottom of the bowl were ignited and hissed on fire.

The fire spread, seeing the wind raging, and the finely divided herbs instantly turned into a fine dust.

A wisp of green and white smoke took off.

"The stone is like water." The doctor suddenly raised his head and looked at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qingfu reached his mind and waved his hand to raise the jade roller. The jade powder in the roller that seemed to be running water turned into a red light, and it fell to the mortar one after another, bringing the plume of smoke back together.

"Mu Sheng Jin (Jin)." Dr. Dozem seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, looking up at the witch who was on the side.

Jiang Yu raised the cup in his hand and poured the juice from the mulberry leaves into the mortar.

A drop.

Two drops.

Three drops.

The turquoise sap fell into the bowl, glued with the smoke-filled fine ash, and faded in the blink of an eye, turning into a pile of jelly-like things.

"The medicine is like smoke." A smile appeared on Dr. Duzem's face~www.ltnovel.com~ and tapped the tortoise shell before the table.

The tortoise sighed and leaned over the jelly and opened his mouth.

After a long while, a strand of crystal clear silk dripped from the corner of its mouth and landed on the jelly.

The last medicine is the saliva of the thousand-year-old turtle.

Like boiling water falling on an ice cube, that piece of jelly melted when it was salivated, and in a short while, it turned into a light, almost transparent mist.

"Five air currents turn, and the void gives rise to smoke." Jiang Yu groaned weakly with his fists clenched, "Is this what the advanced alchemist calls a "simple blending"? This clever and unworkable refining technique is enough for us Learned for many years."

Zheng Qing looked at the cyan cloud spinning in mid-air in confusion, and shrugged.

He didn't realize how delicate the doctor's dispensing technique was.

But he immediately became happy again.

Either way, the elves can finally wake up.