Hunting College

　　 Entering the herbal garden, Zheng Qing saw a world that seemed to be cut into pieces.

Not far in front of you, a black cumulus cloud one meter square piled up more than ten feet above the ground. White lightning flashed through the clouds, rumbling thunder was endless, and heavy raindrops poured down from time to time. Small holes were smashed in the soil. Below the clouds, a small crimson grass stretches out its tender leaves comfortably, but it is enjoying the tyranny of nature.

Across from this violent storm, there is a swamp with a radius of tens of square meters. A thin mist flows slowly on the puddles that look like a mirror. A fluffy dark green slender grass sways side by side with the flow of the mist. .

Beside the swamp, there was a small piece of night! Within a few feet, there was no light from outside, the egg-sized moon hung in the sky, surrounded by a starry sky composed of sesame light spots, perfectly simulating a dark world. A few tall plants with round leaves and long stems hung their heads as if they were asleep, and the whole land was shrouded in silence.

And leaving the night, one step away is a piece of Gobi. Coarse gravel and severely weathered stones are scattered on this land in a mess. The spiky plants form a nest, threatening any eater who covets their flesh and blood.

Looking around, weird and strange environments abound.

The sun is shining on the left, the right is misty, heavy rain is pouring in front, and thunder is blasting behind.

There are dozens of different natural environments in the surrounding land, making people feel trembling.

The so-called sunrise in the east and rain in the west are not as charming as this scenery.

"One step of thunder, one step of drizzle, one step of the moonlit night, one step of the scorching sun." Zheng Qing admired, looking at this dazzling world with a sense of dizziness.

"Don't just look at the distance, look at your feet!" A rough voice interrupted the poetry that had emerged in the view of the public student.

Zheng Qing followed his reputation, and he was the chubby old man he saw outside the garden.

The old man was wearing straw sandals, and the trousers of the gray overalls were pulled up high, revealing thin legs with a little yellow spot. He was leaning on a mud-stained pickaxe in one hand, a slender brass watering can hung around his waist, arched back, and carrying a huge straw hat, which looked like a turtle spirit carrying a turtle shell.

"Uncle Stendhal," Professor Li Qihuang stepped forward respectfully and explained: "These are the new students of Jiuyou College this year. I will bring them here to gain insight."

The fat old man ignored him, but bowed his body lower.

Professor Li didn't say anything, but just signaled everyone to stay in place and keep quiet.

"Boom!" The old man's pickaxe stomped heavily on the ridge, but the **** didn't seem to hit the soft soil, but hit a drum covered with cowhide, and the dull sound slowly came from the ground. The shock made Zheng Qing's feet numb.

"Boom!" The old man didn't care about the panic of the new students, but stomped again.

"Ha! I found it!" The old man Stendhal cheered, waved his **** high, slammed it into the soil, and then turned it hard, and a big pit appeared in front of everyone.

The students standing in the front row craned their necks hard, trying to see what was in the bottom of the pit.

Soon, they realized that there was no need to crane their necks at all.

Because a plant waved its broad leaves, trying to crawl out of the bottom of the pit. There is a pale yellow flower bone on top of its head, five or six thin petals are covered with mud, and only two broad leaves grow on the thin long stem, which is waving like two arms.

At this moment, it was struggling to get out the long roots with messy flocculation from the mud pit, leaping to the distance.

"Running Lord Rabbit!" Fatty Xin exclaimed, "Hey! It's fine!"

"Grab it!" Old Stendhal raised his **** and exclaimed, "Don't let it run away!"

"Don't move!" Professor Li Qihuang yelled, and the freshmen who stopped the commotion shouted: "Don't forget what you said before entering the garden!"

All the students stopped in place, afraid to move.

The plant seemed to have found a chance to escape, and ran away along the gap between the couple's trousers.

"Hi! Let it run away again!" The old man Stendhal stomped his **** angrily, and sighed.

"They are new students and don't care about these babies." Professor Li smiled and said, "I'm afraid that the rabbit master just now is not two hundred years old. If some of the flowers are touched by the children, they can't afford it."

"It's not expensive! A petal is only more than two hundred." Old Stendhal muttered, and shook his head again and again: "Now these little guys don't know how to be compassionate to the elderly."

A petal is more than two hundred! Zheng Qing was secretly speechless, he would not foolishly think that this kind of petal is two hundred coppers.

The students who stayed in place were shocked and dared to move even less.

"It's there!" Fatty Xin yelled again, pointing to the hills not far away. Behind a low blue-black stone, the yellow flower bones are as conspicuous as a lantern in the dark night.

The yellow flower Gu Duo seemed to have a feeling, and she shrank back and disappeared behind the stone.

"I don't have any brains at all, I ran to the rocky beach." Old Stendhal glanced at him, but he was no longer anxious, and sneered: "Any two dolls can catch it back!"

Professor Li nodded approvingly: "I remember that the underground is full of rocks, and Lord Rabbit should not be able to escape there anymore."

"Nice boy!" Uncle Stendhal squinted his head and looked at Fatty Xin cheerfully. His round face was full of joy: "Good-looking... Give you a task, go and get that little bastard. Bring it back to me. Can it be done?"

"Guaranteed to complete the task!" Fatty Xin tried to tighten his face with a solemn expression.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. You can find another classmate to help. Just in case." Old Stendhal paused and looked up at the other classmates: "Two more awesome boys, follow this little fat guy. Help me get that little thing back together!"

Zheng Qing lowered his head silently, avoiding the old man's critical gaze.

He still remembers that in the foreseeable future, funds will be very tight, and there is no spare money to pour into this golden garden.

After a while ~www.ltnovel.com~ Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin took the old man's advice to go to the rocky beach to catch the magic plant that ran away.

"Master Rabbit!" Professor Li helped the shield on his head and looked worriedly at the backs of the two students: "Is there anyone who sent the task?"

"Yes!" Uncle Stendhal shook his head repeatedly and complained: "Professor Zhang from Room 308 of the laboratory building wants three milliliters of Tuerye's milk, and the old lady Hillman on the second floor wants a dollar of Tuerye's bud powder. . Keep reminding, reminding, reminding!"

As he said, he shook his finger mattock.

Zheng Qing was surprised to find that the **** had become a shovel.

"The Rabbit is just the right year, but it has become a fine one, running around." The old gardener waved his shovel and filled the big pit that had just been dug in the ground. When he raised his head again, his face was already smiling: "It just so happens that you Here comes, just right, help me run errands and grab the little thing and come back."

"If there is nothing wrong, don't bother." Professor Li seemed to remember something, moved back, and said with a smile: "You keep busy, I will take other people around first."

"Other people?" Old Stendhal raised his chin very vigorously, with a smile on his face: "Since you have come to the Baicao Garden, don't just look at it. I happen to have some tasks to trouble you."

Professor Li Qihuang stopped, gave a wry smile, did not refuse.

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