Zheng Qing raised his head and saw a tall, thin gray-robed wizard standing behind a few people with his hands folded, watching them busy with interest.
Feeling the attention of everyone, the gray-robed wizard gently tugged on the brim of his pointed wizard hat and said politely: "Wandering wizard."
Shopkeeper!
There was some commotion in the crowd, and the guests whispered to each other quietly and looked at the gray-robed mage curiously.
Zheng Qing suddenly felt astonished.
Rumor has it that the owner of the Wandering Bar has a weird personality, is erratic, and is said to be involved in black magic. Although the Anti-Dark Magic Association of the Wizards Union has not issued a formal warning, it does not prevent students from the First University from privately spreading rumors about this mage.
some gossip.
For example, the wandering wizard has repeatedly helped school students bow their heads to their opponents' pets;
This bar also helps students from First University purchase experimental supplies that are strictly restricted by the Umbrella League from some less formal laboratories, such as spirit-imbuing talismans that are valid for more than five years;
Or buy low-priced dragon liver, toad venom or dried herbal powder from the black market for students;
There are also high-quality beauty potions for young witches and cheap ecstasy potions for wizards;
Etc., etc.
Because of the richness of the rumors, the working committee of First University raided the bar several times, but all failed. This added a bit of mystery to Wandering Bar among the students of First University.
Therefore, this bar has become a symbol of resistance to the authority of First University.
For most young people, questioning authority is the greatest authority.
If a student from First University doesn't wander around a few times, it seems that his college life is not perfect enough.
The onlookers separated in awe, and the wandering mage looked at the freshmen in front of the bar with a smile:
"Little girl, how much space do you need?"
As he spoke, he took out an ocher-yellow, worn Dharma book from his gray robe, placed it in the air, and let the pages turn slowly.
"An open space about three meters in diameter will do." Jiang Yu pursed her lips and began to take out things from her bag.
"Is there anything we can help you with?" Downton's voice sounded nearby.
As the monitor of Astronomy Class 08-1 of Jiuyou Academy, he felt that he had an obligation to do something.
But Jiang Yu didn't appreciate it.
"Just help Zheng Qing stabilize Xiaomeng's condition." She interrupted Downton's stretched out hands with a somewhat stiff movement.
Downton retracted his arm in embarrassment and smiled at Zheng Qing.
The wandering mage also smiled and looked at Zheng Qing: "What about you? Don't you need to open an altar?"
Zheng Qing came back to his senses, glanced at the sleeping Li Meng, and shook his head.
That 'Pure Heart Talisman' burned away about six points of its power.
"No need. Sir has never taught me those rituals." He hesitated and added: "Just set up an offering table."
For most wizards, drawing talismans means a set of complicated rituals.
For example, opening an altar to perform sacrifices and praying to the gods;
For example, purify the body, face, hands, and mouth;
For example, prepare seasonal fruits and vegetables, rice wine, balsamic vinegar, sandalwood and white candles;
It even includes choosing a good and auspicious day and choosing a time when spiritual energy is abundant.
In the "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World", these rituals are called "starting hands" and are one of the very important inheritances of every Talisman Master with a formal inheritance.
But Zheng Qing never accepted the inheritance of these rituals.
He knows only two steps in drawing runes: outlining the runes and pouring inspiration into them.
If he wanted to improve his success rate - like now - then he would set up an offering table for peace of mind. This was not a method taught to him by his husband, but a little trick he had figured out on his own.
After purifying his heart and hands, Zheng Qing took out a red paper tablet from a gray cloth bag with a big word "Wu" written on it. Then he placed the card behind the incense burner given to him by the wandering mage and lit it.
Three sticks of ordinary incense sticks.
The wandering mage looked at the tablet in confusion and pondered.
"Which great god is this offered to?" Fatty Xin also curiously whispered in his ear.
He couldn't tell others that the person on the red tablet was his husband.
This is a trick he discovered when he was a child.
That was the first time he discovered that his husband had some special abilities. He could summon objects from a distance and talk to cats. This had a huge impact on his young mind. At that time, "Journey to the West" was being broadcast on TV, and he once
I believe that my husband is a goblin formed in a deep mountain forest, coming to the city to look for food and confuse all living beings.
Zheng Qing tried to tell his family these things several times, but was never able to do so.
On the one hand, although the symptoms of the headache have been relieved, they have not gone away, and Zheng Qing still has lingering fears; on the other hand, Zheng Qing is always worried that he will be cooked and eaten by goblins if he reveals his husband's secret.
Just like in "Journey to the West", they were washed clean by the little demon, marinated in an urn, and cooked as a side dish when the weather is cloudy.
After thinking about it several times, Zheng Qing came up with a plan.
He dug out a piece of red cardboard from his grandfather's study and made it into a set of memorial tablets. He checked the perpetual calendar and found an auspicious day. He wrote his husband's surname on the paper tablet. Then he hid the tablet in his desk for a day.
Three prayers. Pray for peace of mind and pray that Mr. Don’t eat me.
But it's strange to say that.
Originally, he was learning talismans from his husband, but because of his stupidity, he would always draw a few talismans every day. But since he started worshiping his husband's tablet, he did not know whether it was because of enlightenment, and his skill in drawing talismans has improved rapidly, and he has never been beaten again.
Hit several times.
This made him more in awe.
When he grew up and learned many taboos, he quietly dropped this habit and no longer worshiped his husband.
But when I think about it occasionally, I finally feel a little strange.
Today, Li Meng needs to provide high-quality talismans 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 memories that had been gathering dust for a long time to strengthen his spirit and seek peace of mind.
He rubbed his hands and took out his four treasures of study from the talisman bag: turtle back inkstone, pine ink, purple halo pen and yellow paper.
"Table!" he shouted to the boys next to him.
Fatty Xin opened his watch, tapped it a few times, and in a blink of an eye pulled out a four-legged desk.
"You can adjust it as high as you want." Xin banged 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 had a proud expression on his face.
Zheng Qing did not speak, but calmly spread a strip of yellow paper on the table, and gently scratched the small snake coiled in the inkstone on the back of the turtle with the tip of his pen.
The little snake held its head high, cheered up, and spat out a large pool of clear water.
The clear water overflowed the inkstone and swayed slightly.
Next to him, Xiao Xiao was holding pine ink, his wrist moved slightly, and the friction between the inkstone and the inkstone produced a uniform and pleasant sound.
Zheng Qing grabbed the pen, closed his eyes and raised his breath, his knuckles clenched until they turned white.
"Don't be nervous, take your time." Some soft comforting voices came from the side: "Don't be anxious, take your time."
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the purple hair in his hand slowly slipped into the inkstone and shook gently.
After the writing brush drank enough ink, it slowly came to the surface of the yellow paper with its bulging belly.