After going back that night, Zheng Qing put the puppet on his pillow and really had a good dream. He dreamed that the Yuzui hunting team won the championship in the school hunting competition. When the results came out, all the hunters of Yuzui
He cheered and Jiang Yu also took this opportunity to hug him.
In other words, he took this opportunity to hug the witch.
But that's all.
From then on, the wizard had no memory - maybe he fell into a dreamless sleep, or maybe he was awakened - in short, when he woke up, the last impression in his mind was that he was holding Jiang Yu and spinning around in circles.
, the witch’s raised skirt is like a blooming butterfly flower, bright and brilliant, intertwined with the vague and warm cheers all around, very much like the scene at the finale of the movie.
Just like most movie endings are not that satisfying.
Zheng Qing also had some unfinished thoughts about this dream.
He always felt that the ending had some possibility of extension, or should be more open-ended. This unforgettable feeling of loss tortured the wizard all Sunday, so much so that during the class meeting in the evening, he was still a little depressed.
"It's been a whole day! Even if there is something wrong, you should have figured it out." Fatty Xin leaned against the window, flipping through today's newspaper in his hand, lazily complaining about the young public-funded student: "...
Do you know what you look like like this? A harem woman! Or a witch a few days before and after her period!"
Zheng Qing raised his eyelids and glanced at the fat wizard.
"You don't have a girlfriend, so you know a lot of things." He stabbed the fat man mercilessly.
The fat man's face suddenly became a little gray, and the movement of flipping the newspaper in his hand became much quieter. This made the young public-funded student's mood immediately improve.
He turned to look at Xiao Xiao sitting beside him.
From the moment he entered the classroom, the great doctor had been playing with several brushes of different thicknesses and writing and drawing on a bamboo board. He didn't know what he was doing.
Zheng Qing looked over and saw that what was copied on the bamboo board was a binding spell. However, each line of handwriting was different in thickness and weight, and the size of the handwriting was also uneven. At a glance, this spell gave people a unique feeling.
of beauty.
"Are you planning to participate in this hunting painting exhibition?" Zheng Qing asked with interest.
Xiao Xiao glanced at him and adjusted his glasses.
"good idea."
The apologetic diviner held the bamboo board a little further away from him, nodded slightly and said, "When you say that...it seems like you can really give it a try."
Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.
"You mean you didn't think so before?" His curiosity suddenly aroused: "What were you planning to do before? Experiment with the elasticity of spells?"
The flexibility of spells refers to the 'boundary' within which spells can still function normally even when non-standard formats, font sizes, etc. are used in transcribing spells. Because every wizard's understanding of spells, sensitivity to magic, etc. will continue to change with experience,
Therefore, often familiarizing yourself with the flexibility of your spells can greatly optimize the efficiency of casting magic.
Before Xiao Xiao could speak, the mood of Fatty Xin, who had just been depressed, rose up again like a rising tide: "So you are like a harem today, and you don't hear what is going on outside the window... Could it be that you
Don’t you know the gift the doctor received yesterday?”
If the fat man doesn't mention the gift, it's fine.
When he mentioned it, Zheng Qing immediately thought of his gift, the fluffy ragdoll cat on the pillow, and then thought of the sweet dream he had last night. The emotions that had originally expanded like bubbles were like a sandcastle washed away by the tide.
Turned into ruins.
"There have been a lot of things lately, so I didn't pay attention." The young public-funded student cheered up and asked casually: "What gift did you receive during the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday?"
Xiao Xiao coughed reservedly.
"I was just looking for the most suitable brush." He explained as he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his pocket and placed them on the desk as if it were a piece of exquisite porcelain: "Hey, this is it...
I said it was too expensive, but Sima said he had already bought it and could not return it, so..."
"You have said this sentence no less than five times today." Fatty Xin said sarcastically in a sour tone.
Zheng Qing gasped and subconsciously touched the bamboo slips. Xiao Xiao obviously wanted to stop his companion from this reckless move, but considering that Zheng Qing was usually quite reliable, he reluctantly took back his raised hand.
.
"Is this a bamboo slip script?"
The young government-funded student felt the lubricated bamboo strips on Jian's body and couldn't hide his envy in his tone: "I've seen it in Shangyuan Book Store, but it's much bigger than yours. That book is enough..."
He gestured at the size of the bamboo slips in his memory, and at the same time tried to retrieve the few remaining introductions in his mind: "...It's three feet long."
"It's two feet four inches," Xiao Xiao said at the right time, fully demonstrating his knowledge as a doctor in such details: "The pre-Qin bamboo slips displayed in the Shangyuan Book Shop are two feet four inches long. They were used to copy large spells or engrave
A high-end Dharma book only used for semi-permanent spells... Mine is just an ordinary Chinese version, seven inches and eight minutes long, almost the same as the chopsticks we usually use."
Now that he had spoken, he naturally took back his bamboo slips from Zheng Qing and introduced them eloquently: "... Of course, although it is an ordinary Chinese version, it is also made from a thousand-year-old bitter bamboo.
It is coated with pulp and connected in series with five-color deerskin. The inner lining is the same as the pre-Qin bamboo slips and can be replaced repeatedly...Sima told me that it is enough to put a piece of mulberry paper inside and throw it away after use, so it will not be a waste."
"Also, you see, the outer bamboo slips are carved with a complete set of binding spells and semi-solidified spells. Even if I don't bring a brush and ink, I can just wipe them with my hands and I can press traces of the spells on the paper.
, and then cast this high-level binding spell..."
"How much?"
Zheng Qing stared at the scroll of bamboo slips eagerly, trying to interrupt the scene in his mind of Dr. Xiao jumping up and slapping it on the fish man's head with all his strength. He subconsciously shook his head: "...I remember that I was in Shangyuan Shusi at that time.
That set of pre-Qin bamboo slips contains fifteen jade coins!"
Fatty Xin swallowed loudly.
"Well, this one is a little cheaper." Xiao Xiao waved her hand modestly: "I heard from Sima that this book only cost less than ten jade coins... She is a teacher at the school, and she got a lot of discounts when she bought it.
Woolen cloth."
"Listen, it's less than ten jade coins. What kind of nonsense is this!" Zheng Qing sighed enviously: "The scholarship for the school's public-funded students for a whole year is only ten jade coins... What else do you have?
fulfilled."
"No, I'm very satisfied."
Dr. Xiao Da immediately denied his companion's lies and raised two small brushes: "Which one do you think is more suitable - this wolf hair or this rabbit hair?"