The medicinal field where the Flavored Thorn is located originally belonged to the plant ‘Dixiu’.
Dixiu, also known as the "no worries tree", helps people calm down and maintain tranquility.
It is said in ancient books that on the mountain of Shaoshi, hundreds of grasses and trees form a qun. There is a tree on it, and its name is Emperor Xiu. Its leaves are like poplars, and its branches are five-fold, with yellow flowers and black solids. Those who obey it will not be angry. It means
, there is a kind of tree on Shaoshi Mountain, its name is 'Dixiu', its leaves are similar in shape to poplar leaves, its branches are intertwined and stretch out in all directions, it has yellow flowers and black fruits. Taking it can make people calm and not angry.
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Because of this effect, modern wizards include it among the "nerve-soothing" plants. The character of this shrub is similar to its role in pharmacy, being very gentle and courteous.
But under the competition rules of survival of the fittest in nature, a humble plant is not a plant that can adapt to the environment. The seeds of many vines and vines take advantage of the gentleness of the emperor tree to multiply wildly within its root system.
Domineeringly plundering the nourishment that originally belonged to Emperor Xiu.
It tastes like thorns.
Zheng Qing strongly suspected that without the protective planting by wizards, perhaps this ancient tree with magical effects would have disappeared in the long river of history.
When Old Man Stendhal distributed small bamboo baskets to everyone, the duo who went to the Gobi Desert to capture the 'Running Rabbit' had already returned with the thin-stemmed plant with yellow flowers and red leaves.
The old gardener went to receive the trophies with a smile on his face. Professor Li Qihuang took the opportunity to gather everyone together and re-emphasize the discipline in the garden.
"Do you still remember what I told you before entering the garden?" The professor's eyes slowly passed over the young and excited faces in front of him, and his voice was slightly raised: "When you enter the garden: first, listen to the teacher's instructions; second, you must listen to the teacher's instructions;
, don’t move; thirdly, listen to the teacher’s instructions and don’t move!”
"Have you done it?" His warning gaze paused briefly on several faces.
Many people lowered their heads in guilt.
"Now, Uncle Stendhal has assigned you tasks." Professor Li frowned and added reluctantly: "Although I do not recommend using newcomers who have just joined the school to carry out field operations, since there are no
Opinions, then, I hope you can show the qualities that a good nine person should possess."
"Do you have confidence!"
"Yes." The students responded at random.
"Huh?" Professor Li raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Are you confident?"
"Yes!" This time the answer was unusually crisp, neat, and full of energy.
The professor nodded with satisfaction and was about to leave.
Zheng Qing seized the opportunity and raised his hand and shook it vigorously.
Several classmates nearby quickly made room for him to have enough space to perform.
"Is there a problem?" Professor Li's tone became gentle again.
"Yes." Zheng Qing glared at those classmates who were dead Taoists but not poor Taoists. He nervously pulled the hair on his head and asked, "Why is magic not allowed in the garden?"
"What I mean is that spells or magic tools should be able to improve our work efficiency to a great extent." He elaborated in an explanation, and then threw out a doubt that had been bothering him for a long time: "I see Uncle Stendhal's magic weapon
It seems that a hoe can be transformed into many tools, isn't this considered magic?"
"Very good." Professor Li always praised valuable questions. He straightened his body, looked around with some seriousness, and reiterated the discipline first: "This classmate mentioned magic, which is very good, so I will repeat it strictly."
discipline."
"Any unauthorized magic is prohibited from appearing in the Herb Garden."
Zheng Qing curled his lips, which meant that the old gardener's pickaxe had been approved.
Seemingly aware of some dissatisfaction among the students, Professor Li organized the language and gave a complete explanation to everyone:
"There are a total of 136,927 kinds of herbs in the garden, and there are a total of 372 kinds of herbs in the medicine garden in our environment."
"Every herb is a very precious life, but also a very fragile existence."
"Students who are familiar with pharmaceutical preparation should have had this doubt."
"Why don't we use magic to grind medicine powder, but we have to use clumsy and heavy mortars, pestles, and even different types of knives to slowly process it?"
"Because magic will interfere with the properties of the powder."
"It's like a drop of ink dropped into a basin of pure water. Even if you can't see the color of the water change, the water is indeed polluted."
"You must remember that you should never use materials contaminated by magic to prepare potions!" Professor Li emphasized his tone and gave an example:
"More than a hundred years ago, at the beginning of the 20th century in the White Din calendar, Tungus, the great wizard of Xianbelia, used screening magic to purify 'blue fluorescence' and concoct 'Final Fantasy', which led to a terrible accident.
That horrific explosion was comparable to the destructive spell 'Makobharata'."
"The sky is full of strange lights and brilliance, just like showing off the power of the Holy Spirit; only a thousand suns can compete with it!"
"So, you must, must not use magic to process your potion materials."
Professor Li glanced at the somewhat horrified crowd and said with a smile: "Of course, you don't need to worry too much. That accident was brewed by a research team. At your level, the potion prepared with magically contaminated materials is at best
It will make the medicine lose its efficacy and will not cause drastic changes."
"The ban on magic in Baicao Garden is roughly based on this idea."
"Strict, but can avoid risks to the greatest extent."
"Well, Teacher Li spoke very well." Uncle Stendhal appeared outside the crowd at some point. He clapped his hands and directed everyone to disperse into the fields, shouting: "Everyone has a field, remember to clean it up!"
"Put the thorns you pull out into the small baskets given to you, and don't throw them away. As long as these little things are attached to the earth, they will never give up their efforts to put their roots into the soil!"
Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin grabbed their own bamboo baskets and joined the weeding army with blank expressions on their faces.
Zheng Qing followed Xiao Xiao, pulling weeds and listening to the encyclopedia explain various strange herbs and insects.
In this medicine field, in addition to scented thorns, there are also many magical plants growing messily.
After pulling weeds for a long time, I was tired. I looked around and saw that there was no supervisor.
The sun above our heads has always been so bright.
It's really good weather for sleeping.
Zheng Qing found a shady spot, sat on the ground, took out Mankiw's "Principles of Rune Construction" from his backpack, and planned to rest for a while.
Although he had not yet made an appointment with Elena about tutoring for talismans, Zheng Qing decided to face this matter with the most positive attitude.
Therefore, whenever he had time recently, he worked hard to learn the basic theoretical knowledge about talismans.
"What's the use of this morning glory?" Fatty Xin's surprised voice sounded.
Zheng Qing turned around and saw Fatty Xin picking up a small pink flower on the edge of the field, holding it up and asking loudly.
"No!" Professor Li was shocked, but he couldn't stop it.
Fatty Xin was so frightened that he quickly threw away the flower in his hand. After a while, he felt no discomfort.
"They are trying to commit suicide again." Zheng Qing rubbed his face feebly, doubting very much whether the classmates in his class could live safely for four years in this dangerous magical world.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's just a bowl of flowers." The old gardener smiled and waved his hand not far away, seeming not to care: "And the flower is not warm enough, the effect will only last for a week at most."
"A bowl of flowers? One week!" Fatty Xin's face immediately turned green.
"Don't worry, don't worry." Uncle Stendhal turned over a piece of hard mud at his feet, smashed it with a hoe, stood up and said with a smile: "This flower will only take effect tomorrow, you can eat more tonight.
Just hold on for the next few days and it will be over. Young man, what are you afraid of?"
Fatty Xin was dejected and said nothing.
Under Xiao Xiao's explanation, Zheng Qing suddenly realized.
This small pink flower, like the scented wattle, is also an herb for controlling emotions. However, compared with those grasses that can only leave a pungent smell after being crushed, the ancestors of the bowl flower gave their own blood
A powerful curse.
Any unauthorized flower-picking behavior will cause the opponent's balance function to lose control within a certain period of time. In layman's terms, it means that the hands will shake afterwards.
For wizards, the most common loss of control is bowling.
After picking this flower, the wizard would easily let the fragile porcelain fall on the floor while serving tea and water for dinner.
The 'hand' here is a hand in a broad sense, so even if the cursed wizard uses a spell to serve tea and eat, he cannot avoid this risk.
"But that flower does look like a morning glory!" On the way after school, Fatty Xin was still brooding about this matter and complained angrily.
"It looks similar to me." Zheng Qing patted his shoulder comfortingly, then turned to look at Xiao Xiao beside him: "What's the difference between bowl flowers and morning glories?"
"Read the "Wizard Encyclopedia" yourself." Xiao Xiao became more and more helpless at this look: "Bowl flowers, like morning glories and morning glory, all belong to the Solanacea family - in fact, except for
Apart from the actual effect, there is not much difference in appearance, except that the color of the flower in the bowl is lighter, and it takes a long time to bloom, and it takes about thirty years to bloom."
"Thirty years!" Zheng Qing looked in disbelief: "What is its use? Can people eat it and become gods?"
"It's useless. It's just that this kind of flower is a necessary trace ingredient for the preparation of the 'Beauty Pill'." Xiao Xiao glanced at Fatty Xin: "Generally speaking, a mature flower can help prepare a potion of medicine. In terms of value, what's the value?
Say, it varies from person to person."
"Haha, didn't the old gardener say that the flowers are not yet ripe?" The fat on Fatty Xin's face jumped, and he immediately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, do you want to go to the alchemy class tomorrow morning? I'll listen.
The senior classmate said that the old professor who teaches alchemy usually only shows up in the first class, and all subsequent classes are handed over to his teaching assistant."
"Why are you going if you don't have class?" Xiao Xiao looked at the fat man suspiciously.
The fat man laughed and didn't answer.
"I can't." Zheng Qing followed the two of them listlessly, lamenting: "Tomorrow is Friday, the day after tomorrow is Saturday, and I have to go on patrol on Saturday. If I get caught skipping class on Friday, I will be properly punished on Saturday.
Was called to the office."
"That's right." Fatty Xin looked at him sympathetically, his tone full of joy: "Who are you calling your government-funded student!"