Vol 2 Chapter 136: Imagination of Middle 2 Boys

? Baiding calendar September 13th, Lunar calendar August 14th.
　　
on Saturday.
　　
　　It is suitable for sacrifice, blessing, and Anxiang;
　　
　　 Avoid making, marrying and making stoves.
　　
　　 As an earth wizard of pure blood, Zheng Qing has not made a frenzied transformation of his body, so he finally did not vomit Fatty Fatty's face with strong sulfuric acid.
　　
　　 Of course, as compensation, he grabbed the fat peach charm and hung it around his neck.
　　
　　 Before leaving the house, Zheng Qing deliberately checked the old almanac, and then hurriedly put three incense sticks in front of the shrine, praying that tonight's patrol was safe and secure.
　　
　　 There are still a few hours left before the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival. Of course, in the wizarding world, this day is also called the Autumn Festival.
　　
The ancients said that the sacrifice of the four seasons, spring is called yue, summer is called di, autumn is called tasting, and winter is called zheng; also because'di' is the most yang-qi sacrifice, and'taste' is the most yin-qi sacrifice, so , The wizards chose the two yin and yang poles of the sun and the moon as the objects of worship in the Spring and Autumn Festival.
　　
　　Zheng Qing didn't care about the fantastic ideas of the ancient wizards. His only concern was whether there would be any ghosts and ghosts coming in uninterestingly and disturbing his patrolling events.
　　
　　 It is ten o'clock in the evening.
　　
The patrol time arranged by the school work committee for him starts at one o’clock in the morning, but because the dormitory manager Ni Wuye often gets off work at around eleven o’clock-if there is a day with abundant Yuehua, such as around the fifteenth of every month, Lord may slip a little earlier. In order to avoid being locked in the dormitory, Zheng Qing could only go out early.
　　
　　 At this time, he should be lying on his large and comfortable six-poster bed, with the white light tube in the dormitory, enjoying the spiritual food of the wizarding world, ready to meet Zhou Gong at any time.
　　
But now, he was forced to wear a large red courtyard robe, holding a book of dharma, with a pile of amulets around his neck, and a stack of talisman in his arms. He came to the shore of Linzhong Lake anxiously. Saw a hideous face.
　　
　　 Is there anything worse than this?
　　
　　 The cold wind shook the restless public student.
　　
　　 Zheng Qing sighed, wrapped his robe tightly, and trot along the tree-lined road. All the way with him, except for the cold wind, is the crow of insects one after another.
　　
The weather is great.
　　
　　 Maybe because it is approaching fifteen, the moon is bright and round, and it looks a bit bigger than before.
　　
　　 The cool moonlight flows over the whirling tree shadows, dripping on the bluestone road, the shadows are more beautiful, and it looks more and more quiet and pleasant.
　　
　　 If on weekdays, Zheng Qing might be delighted with this gift between heaven and earth, maybe he has picked up the purple hae, unfolded the yellow paper, and outlined a few talisman in Yuehua that fit the meaning of Yin and You.
　　
　　 And now, he can only pray that those creatures who love the full moon can restrain their desires and not run around on campus.
　　
　　 The meeting place notified on the penalty letter is on the bank of Linzhong Lake.
　　
　　 To be precise, it was in front of the cabin by the lakeside dock.
　　
The owner of the cabin is called Verne. He is an old school worker at the school. He is mainly responsible for cleaning up the flowers and plants on the shore of Linzhong Lake, taking care of the small boats on the dock and carrying them. This old school worker also occasionally Acting as a ferryman in the silent river, he often takes a small wooden boat to visit the mysterious Phuket Island with curious students during the holidays.
　　
　　 It is said that the old man Verne once served as a professor at the first university. Later, because he was too old to adapt to the various theories developed by modern magic, he applied for retreat. And he was a person who couldn't stay idle, and he simply joined the school committee to help the first university take care of Linzhong Lake.
　　
　　 Zheng Qing believes in this statement.
　　
　　Because Linzhong Lake is next to the Shushan Pavilion, Zheng Qing's self-study position is next to the window. He had seen the old man patrolling the lake through the window more than once, waving his cane and knocking the murlocs that had surfaced into the water.
　　
　　 One stick per stick, one stick per stick.
　　
　　Those infinitely powerful murlocs once made Zheng Qing and other new students helpless, but they sank back to the bottom under the old man's stick.
　　
　　 If not for the former professor, who could teach those monsters so easily?
　　
　　 ran along the lakeside path to the end, and it was Linzhong Lake Pier.
　　
　　 This simple log-built dock is the only transportation hub in the entire Great Lake. Whether it is a visitor from the Silent River, or a visitor who intends to go to the island in the lake, it is inevitable to meet this pier.
　　
　　 The cabin of the old man of Verne was blocked at the entrance of the pier.
　　
　　 Today, the old man did not stay in his cabin like in the past. Instead, he was holding a wooden stick and leaning against the big blue stone by the lake, squinting his eyes, as if feeling the beauty of the bell near the moon.
　　
　　 The old hunting dog named May is lying lazily under the feet of the old man, his fluffy tail swaying around on the grass, calling out the glowing bugs.
　　
　　 When Zheng Qing arrived at the dock, many strange faces had already gathered here.
　　
　　 Lin Guo, a short dwarf in the depths, is holding a heavy book with a deadly lantern floating above her head, which is especially eye-catching among a group of silent wizards.
　　
　　 "Very good lantern." Zheng Qing stretched out his hand, feeling the light flashing behind the glazed glass, and exclaimed: "The most amazing thing is that it can float in the air... You must have spent a lot of thought on this lamp."
　　
　　 "This lamp belongs to Grandpa Verne." Linguo smiled embarrassedly: "Grandpa saw me reading under the lamp bug, so he lent me this lantern."
　　
　　 Zheng Qing heard this and greeted the old man Verne quickly.
　　
The old man turned his head and responded gruffly: "Well, the light of the lampworm is too dim, and the frequency is low. It takes a long time to be bad for your eyes... You are still young, so learn to care for your eyes. Otherwise, you will get old. Very troublesome...like this old man."
　　
　　 said, he rubbed the old hound lying on the grass with his toes.
　　
　　 The wrinkles on Master May's face trembled, and there was a low whimper in his throat, as if he was complaining.
　　
　　 The old man chuckled twice and soothed: "I know, I know, your nose is the best, it doesn't matter if you can't see it!"
　　
When Zheng Qing greeted the old man of Verne, the little boy next to him was still holding the thick notebook, muttering words, and could faintly hear the words "up to the sky on the vernal equinox, and deep into the abyss on the autumnal equinox"~www .EbookFREE.me~ Do you still think you can run into a dragon tonight? "Zheng Qing turned around and couldn't help but jokingly said.
　　
"Oh." Lin Guo put away the scroll, held up his hand, looking like a small adult, and sighed: "Alchemy requires too many materials...and too expensive! A few grams of Tai Sui's dry flour will cost ten. Jade coins, a little bit of the sage’s stone fragments can only be exchanged for credits... How long have we been in school, where are so many credits!"
　　
"How long have we been in school? You have already used the sage's stone." Zheng Qing converged with a smile and silently complained: "I remember that the application of the sage's stone was involved in the junior alchemy course. "
　　
"I studied earlier." Linguo twisted her body awkwardly, and then couldn't help sighing: "I didn't think too much... as long as I can collect a few milliliters of ambergris, collect a few pieces of residual scales, and get together. It’s enough to experiment with the raw materials...Of course, if our patrol team made a heavier attack and vomited blood, it would be better."
　　
　　 "You've thought enough." Zheng Qing stopped the little boy from continuing his unscrupulous divergent thinking.
　　
　　 Sure enough, at this second age, there are only things you can't think of.