Vol 2 Chapter 133: Biography of Feihe

The Biography of Feihe is an ancient way for wizards to exchange information.
A piece of letterhead with a piece of talisman paper as the base plate, and a few simple spells, can carry a lot of words and travel between different wizards.
Even in the modern era with more convenient magic, this kind of fun and artistic communication method is still popular in the first university.
Especially among young wizards and wizards, paper cranes are the only way to convey friendship.
The school once held a ‘Flying Crane Association’, where young wizards and wizards fold out their own flying cranes, write their own messages, and then let them fly together and capture them together.
The sky is full of colorful and colorful, making people think about it.
No matter who is caught, it is a fate.
However, with the widespread spread of various evil curses, the wizards kept more and more strict with their various information, and the Feihe Fellowship gradually declined.
To this day, the wizarding world estimates that only the campus of the first university still has many paper cranes.
Just like this one in front of me.
The wide wings, slender neck, and the structure are very exquisite. If it hadn't been for Zheng Qing for a long time, he might still have mistakenly thought it was a dancing butterfly.
Zheng Qing stretched out his hand, spreading his palm, hanging in the air.
The blue-black paper crane fluttered its wings and hovered around him again and again, and finally fell safely. Even so, it did not immediately unfold its body, but poked its pointed head and pecked and pecked it in Zheng Qing's palm.
Zheng Qing resisted a little discomfort and let this little thing act recklessly.
This is a necessary process for modern Feihe Biography. In order to ensure that Feihe conveys the information to the right person, before opening the letter, Feihe needs to discern the breath of the recipient. If you use violence to dismantle the flying crane, the rune imprinted on the letter paper will turn this little paper crane into flying ash in the first place.
The little fox lying on Zheng Qing's shoulder was very interested in this little thing that was still dancing.
It also mistakenly thought it was a butterfly.
In the petting garden, butterfly flapping has always been the favorite activity of many small animals.
The little fox hooked Zheng Qing's neck with his tail, and crept forward along Zheng Qing's arm, eagerly.
"That's not okay." Zheng Qing grabbed its top flower skin, carried it to the ground, and taught: "Don't want to catch something with wings. What if it is poisonous? Too much curiosity will kill the cat. ."
After saying this, he was stunned. A strong sense of sight rushed over his face, as if he had really seen the death of Mao Pu Butterfly. But for a long time, he still couldn't help.
Poseidon was very dissatisfied with his master's lesson, screaming, and flung his tail into the soft lawn, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
When Zheng Qing recovered, the little fox was gone, and the blue-black paper crane in the palm of his hand had already stretched out.
Zheng Qing didn't look up, didn't read the text, and his eyes fell straight on the end of the letterhead.
"Elena Jones." He whispered the name softly, and his face slowly burst into a bright smile.
"I never knew her surname was Jones." Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao happily, with a smug face.
"You are really amazing." Xiao Xiao mocked in a sarcastic tone.
Zheng Qing carefully folded the letter paper, resisting the urge to read it immediately, and ran to the dormitory quickly.
"Why do you run so fast?" Xiao Xiao asked with a throat from behind.
"Clean hands and burn incense." Zheng Qing shouted, running more vigorously.
Before long, he turned back a few steps and shouted to Xiao Xiao: "Remember to buy early!"
The campus on Saturday morning was exceptionally quiet.
Except for the three or two figures who returned from morning exercises, most people are still immersed in the dream of vacation.
Zheng Qing hummed a little tune, racing wildly all the way.
The sky is so blue, the sun is so brilliant, the wind is not noisy, and the birds sing for themselves.
What a wonderful morning.
The 403 dormitory is still dark, the curtains have not been fully opened, the purring of cats and people one after another, almost the same as when he left in the morning.
"She has a letter!" Zheng Qing rushed into the dormitory and yelled excitedly, startling the elf sitting on the balcony in a daze.
"Xixi, Xixi!" They flickered their wings and approached curiously.
"Congratulations." Fatty Xin buried his head in the bed, dragging his voice, weakly expressing his congratulations.
"Wow..." Tuantuan also praised.
Only Dylan’s bed remained silent.
Zheng Qing didn't care.
This blood-sucking werewolf has always been mysterious recently, and he doesn't know what he is tossing about. I haven't returned to the dormitory for several days.
After cleaning his hands and burning incense, Zheng Qing prayed for a while and reopened the folded letterhead.
"Dear Zheng Qing, see Xin'an well."
She wrote about dear, Zheng Qing licked her lips, with a reserved smile on her face.
"...I'm very sorry that we need to contact the Wizard Tower today, and the Gypsy Witch International Students have a special prayer ceremony tonight, so there is no way to ask you about Talismanology today..."
Special prayer? Zheng Qing raised her eyebrows curiously, but didn't care.
For most wizards, in addition to the endless experiments that run through life, there are all kinds of rituals.
Those who pray for the sky, pray for the earth, talk to the gods above, and deal with the devil below, are so many.
Gypsy witches have a long history as a magician, and it is not surprising that there are several inexplicable prayer rituals.
"...If you don't mind, then at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I will be waiting for you near the third window in the east area of ​​the Shushan Pavilion. There are a few places reserved by the school for our Gypsy Witch..."
Seeing this, Zheng Qing could no longer contain the joy in his heart, and a silly smile appeared on his face.
When Xiao Xiao returned to the dormitory early, he immediately noticed his smile.
"You look like you have eaten inferior ‘Happy Fan’," the short special enrollment student taught as he walked to the balcony and completely opened the covering curtain.
"Oh..."
"Woo..."
There were two wailing sounds on Fatty Xin's bed, but he didn't know which one was a person and which one was a cat.
"Eat!" Xiao Xiao hummed heavily.
The fat man's six-poster bed immediately groaned as he remembered.
Tuantuan didn't need to wear clothes. He broke through the curtains first, shaking his fluffy fur, lying on Xiao Xiao's hand obediently.
After a while, Fatty Xin, eyes distressed, wearing pajamas, dragged his way to the desk.
Only Zheng Qing, still holding the piece of paper, looked at it beautifully, over and over again.
"Your~EbookFREE.me~ braised chicken thighs." Xiao Xiao threw the braised lunch box to Tuantuan.
Fatty Xin looked enviously and licked the corner of his mouth.
"Yours, four cups of porridge." Xiao Xiao arranged four cups of thick porridge of different colors in a row and placed them in front of Fatty Xin: "Millet pumpkin porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, lily lotus seed porridge, white porridge."
"I can't even eat as good as a cat." Fatty Xin muttered dejectedly.
Tuantuan screamed, his voice full of pride.
"If you don't grab the bowling flower, you can eat other things." Xiao Xiao ferociously inserted a few thick straws into the cup in front of the fat man: "Do you think it's easy to buy so much porridge? ?"
Fatty Xin bowed his head obediently, and snorted his breakfast, expressing no objection.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Xiao Xiao turned his head and glared at Zheng Qing.
"Beautiful food~~Beautiful food~" Zheng Qing shook his head and sang in a frantic manner, without even paying attention to him.