MTL - Hunting College-v2 Chapter 39 Red playing cards

　　 Zheng Qing raised his head and saw a tall and thin gray-robed wizard standing behind several people holding his hands, watching them busy with interest.

　　 Feeling everyone's gaze, the gray-robed wizard gently tugged on his pointed wizard's hat, and said politely: "Wandering wizard."

　　 shopkeeper!

　　 There was some commotion in the crowd, and the guests whispered quietly, looking at the gray-robed mage curiously.

　　 Zheng Qing's heart is stunned.

　　 According to rumors, the owner of the Wandering Bar has a strange personality and uncertain whereabouts, and it is said that he is involved in dark magic. Although the Anti-Dark Magic Association of the Wizarding League did not issue a formal warning, it did not prevent the students of the First University from circulating some of the mage's gossip in private.

　　For example, the wandering wizard has repeatedly helped school students to lower their heads to their opponent's pet;

　　 This bar also helps the students of the First University to buy experimental supplies strictly restricted by the Umbil League from some less formal laboratories, such as potting charms with a validity of more than five years;

　　 Or buy low-priced dragon liver, toad venom or dried herbal powder from the black market;

　　 also provide high-quality cosmetics to young witches, and cheap Ecstasy for wizards;

Etc., etc.

　　 Because of the richness of the rumors, the school committee of the First University raided this bar several times, but they all failed. This makes Wandering Bar add a bit of mystery to the students of the first university.

　　 Therefore, this bar has become a symbol of resistance to the authority of the first university.

　　 For most young people, questioning authority is the greatest authority.

　　 If the students of the first university don't come to wander a few times, it seems that his university life is not perfect.

　　The onlookers separated in awe, and the wandering mage smiled and looked at the freshmen in front of the bar:

　　 "Little girl, how much space do you need?"

　　 As he said, he took out an ocher-yellow shabby book from his gray robe and placed it in mid-air, letting the pages turn slowly.

　　 "A vacant lot with a diameter of about three meters will do." Jiang Yu pursed his lips and began to take something out of his own bag.

　　 "Is there anything we can do for you?" Downton's voice sounded nearby.

　　 As the monitor of the 08-1 Class of Astronomy at Jiuyou Academy, he feels he has an obligation to do something.

　　 But Jiang Yu doesn't appreciate it.

　　 "Just help Zheng Qing to stabilize Xiaomeng's situation." She interrupted Downton's extended hands with some blunt movements.

　　 Downton retracted his arms awkwardly, and smiled at Zheng Qing.

　　 The wandering mage also smiled and looked at Zheng Qing: "What about you? Don't you need to set up an altar?"

　　 Zheng Qing recovered, glanced at the sleeping Li Meng, and shook his head.

　　 That ‘Clean Heart Talisman’ just burned about six points of power.

　　 "No need, sir hasn't taught me those rituals." He hesitated, and added: "Simply set up an offering table."

　　 For most wizards, painting symbols means a complete set of tedious rituals.

　　Such as opening an altar and offering sacrifices, praying incense to the gods;

　　 such as body cleaning, face cleaning, hand cleaning, mouth cleaning;

　　 such as preparing seasonal fruits and vegetables, rice wine vinegar, sandalwood white candles;

　　 even includes choosing a good day and auspicious day, choosing the time when the spirit is full.

　　 In the "Encyclopedia of Wizarding World", these rituals are called ‘start hands’, and they are one of the very important inheritances of every Tzulu master who has a formal inheritance.

　　 But Zheng Qing has never accepted these rituals.

　　 There are only two steps for drawing symbols that he knows: outline the runes and instill the spirit.

　　 If you want to increase some success rates-like now-then he will place a table for peace of mind. This is not a method taught to him by the husband, but a little trick he found out himself.

　　 After purifying the heart and hands, Zheng Qing took out a red card slot from the gray cloth bag with a big "Wu" written on it. Then he placed the card behind the incense burner handed to him by the wandering mage, and lit three ordinary incense sticks.

　　 The wandering mage looked at the tablet in doubt, thinking.

　　 "Which great **** is this?" Fatty Xin asked in a low voice in his ear curiously.

　　 "Ahem, no." Zheng Qing coughed awkwardly, blurring the issue of fat paper.

　　 He can't tell others that the red tablet is for his husband.

　　 This is still a trick he discovered when he was young.

　　 That was the first time he discovered that his husband has some special abilities, able to recruit objects and talk to cats in the air. This had a huge impact on his young mind. At that time, "Journey to the West" was being broadcasted on TV. He once thought that her husband was a fairy formed in the deep mountains and old forests, who came to the city to search for food and confuse sentient beings.

　　 Zheng Qing tried to tell his family about these things several times, but he still failed.

　　 On the one hand, although the symptoms of the head disease have been relieved, but they have not gone far, Zheng Qing still has a lingering fear; on the other hand, there are more story books to read, and Zheng Qing is always worried that he will be cooked by the fairy after breaking the secret of Mr.

　　 Just like the performance in "Journey to the West", it was washed by the little demon, marinated in the urn, and served as a snack when it was overcast.

　　After a few thoughts, Zheng Qingji thought.

　　 He pulled out a piece of red cardboard from his grandfather's study and made a set of tablets. He checked the perpetual calendar by himself, found a good day and auspicious day, and wrote the name of Mr. Tan on the tablet. Then he hid the tablet in his desk and worshipped three times a day. Please peace of mind, pray that Mr. will not eat yourself.

　　 But it is also strange.

　　 Originally, he studied talisman from his husband, because of his dullness, he would always get a few rulers every day. But since he started to worship Mr.'s tablet, he didn't know if he had become acquainted, and his skill in drawing the talisman was so fast that he hadn't been beaten several times.

　　 This made him more in awe.

　　 Until he grew up~www.novelbuddy.com~ knew a lot of taboos, so he quietly dropped this habit and stopped paying homage to Mr.

　　 But when I think about this occasionally, I finally feel a little strange.

　　 Today, Li Meng needs to provide high-quality talisman to save his life.

　　 This matter has a lot to do with him.

　　 Zheng Qing felt that he had to do his best.

　　 So he took out the dust-covered memory for a long time, with a strong heart, and peace of mind.

　　 He rubbed his hands and took out his four treasures of the study from the talisman bag: Turtle Back Inkstone, Song Wenmo, Zihao Pen and Yellow Paper.

　　 "Table!" he called to the boys next to him.

　　 Fatty Xin opened his watch, tapped a few times, and pulled out a four-legged desk in a blink of an eye.

　　 "You can adjust it yourself as high as you want." Xin cracked the desk.

　　 After Zheng Qing placed the four treasures of the study on the table, the desk creaked and automatically adjusted to a position suitable for Zheng Qing's height.

　　 Fatty Xin showed a smug expression on his face.

　　 Zheng Qing did not speak, but calmly laid a piece of yellow paper on the table, and lightly scratched the snake in the turtle back with the pen tip.

　　 The little snake raised his head and chest, shaking his spirit, spit out a large pool of clear water.

　　 The clear water flows over the inkstone, shaking slightly.

Next to 　　, Xiao Xiao held the loose ink, his wrist moved slightly, rubbing between the ink stone and the inkstone, making a uniform and pleasant sound.

　　 Zheng Qing grabbed the pen, closed his eyes and lifted his breath, his knuckles turned white.

　　 "Don't be nervous, take your time." Some soft comfort came from the side: "Don't worry, take your time."

　　 The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the Zihao in his hand slowly slipped into the inkstone, swaying gently.

　　 After drinking enough ink, 　　 bulging belly, slowly came to the sky above the yellow paper.

　　The students onlookers stared at Zheng Qing nervously.