The thirteenth day of the ninth month in the Baiding calendar is the fourteenth day of the eighth month in the lunar calendar.
Saturday.
It is appropriate to offer sacrifices, pray for blessings, and place incense;
Avoid building, marrying, and cooking stoves.
As an earth wizard with pure blood, Zheng Qing has not yet carried out crazy modifications to his body, so in the end he did not spit out Fatty Xin's face with concentrated sulfuric acid.
Of course, as compensation, he snatched the peach charm from the fat man and hung it around his neck.
Before going out, Zheng Qing checked the almanac again, and then hurriedly lit three sticks of incense in front of the shrine, praying that tonight's patrol would be safe and trouble-free.
There are only a few hours left before the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival. Of course, in the wizarding world, this day is also known as the Autumn Festival.
The ancients said that the sacrifices of the four seasons are called Chunyue in spring, Qidi in summer, Chang in autumn, and Haozheng in winter; and because 'Di' is the sacrifice with the strongest Yang energy, and 'Taste' is the sacrifice with the strongest Yin energy, so
, the wizards chose the sun and the moon, the two poles of yin and yang, as the objects of worship in the Spring and Autumn Festival.
Zheng Qing didn't care about all the whims of the ancient wizards. His only worry was that as the day when the Yin Qi flourished was approaching, there might be some monsters and monsters that came over unintentionally and interfered with his patrol affairs.
It's ten o'clock in the evening.
The patrol time assigned to him by the school working committee starts at one o'clock in the morning, but because the dormitory administrator Ni Wuye often gets off work around eleven o'clock - if it happens to be a day with abundant moonlight, such as around the 15th of each month, the fifth
He might have escaped earlier. In order to avoid being locked in the dormitory, Zheng Qing could only go out earlier.
Normally at this time, he would be lying on his large and comfortable six-poster bed, using the white lamp in his dormitory, happily enjoying the spiritual food of the wizarding world, ready to meet with Guild Zhou at any time.
But now, he was forced to wear a large red robe, hold Dharma books in his arms, hang a bunch of talismans around his neck, and carry a stack of talismans in his arms. He came to the shore of Linzhong Lake anxiously.
I saw a ferocious face.
Is there anything worse than this?
The cold wind blew, making the restless public-funded students shiver.
Zheng Qing sighed, wrapped his robe tightly, and jogged along the tree-lined road. Accompanying him along the way were not only the cold wind, but also the chirping of insects.
The weather is great.
Perhaps because it is approaching the 15th day of the month, the moon is bright and round, and it looks a bit bigger than usual.
The cool moonlight flows through the shadows of the dancing trees and onto the bluestone road, making the shadows more and more quiet and pleasant.
On a normal day, Zheng Qing might have been overjoyed with this gift from heaven and earth. He might have picked up the purple hair, spread out the yellow paper, and used the moonlight to outline a few talismans that fit the meaning of darkness.
Now, he can only pray that those creatures who love the full moon can restrain their desires and stop running around on campus.
The gathering place notified in the penalty book is located on the bank of Linzhong Lake.【】
To be precise, it was in front of the cabin next to the lakeside pier.
The owner of the cabin is named Verne, an old school janitor of the school. He is mainly responsible for tidying up the flowers and plants on the shore of Linzhong Lake, taking care of the narrow boats on the pier, and taking them with him. The old school janitor also occasionally
Acting as a ferryman on the silent river, he often takes curious students on a small wooden boat to visit the mysterious Phuket Island during holidays.
It is said that the old man Verne once served as a professor at the First University. Later, because he was too old and was not suitable for the various theories developed by modern magic, he applied for internal retirement. And he was a restless person, so he simply joined
The school working committee helps First University take care of Linzhong Lake.
Zheng Qing firmly believed in this statement.
Because Linzhong Lake is close to Shushan Hall, Zheng Qing's self-study position is next to the window. He has seen through the window more than once that the old man was patrolling the lake, waving his crutch to knock the fishmen who surfaced out of the water into the water.
One for each stick, one for each stick.
Those powerful murlocs once made Zheng Qing and other freshmen helpless, but they sank to the bottom of the water obediently under the old man's wooden stick.
If it weren't for the former professor, who could teach those monsters so easily?
Run along the lakeside path to the end, where you will find Linzhong Lake Pier.
This simple dock made of logs is the only transportation hub in the entire lake. Whether visitors are coming upstream from the Silent River or tourists intending to go to the island in the middle of the lake, they will inevitably encounter this dock.
Old Man Verne's cabin is blocked at the entrance to the pier.
Today, the old man did not stay in his cabin as in the past. Instead, he held his wooden stick and leaned in front of the big bluestone by the lake. He squinted his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the beautiful scenery of the clock under the moon.
The old hunting dog named May lay lazily at the old man's feet, its fluffy tail waving back and forth on the grass, calling out the glowing bugs.
When Zheng Qing arrived at the dock, many unfamiliar faces had gathered here.
In the depths, Lin Guo, a short man, was holding a large and heavy book, with an angry wind lantern floating above his head. He stood out among a group of silent wizards.
"A very nice wind lantern." Zheng Qing stretched out his hand, feeling the light flickering behind the glass, and praised repeatedly: "The most amazing thing is that it can float in the air... You must have put a lot of thought into this lantern."
"This lamp belongs to Grandpa Verne." Lin Guo showed an embarrassed smile: "Grandpa saw me reading under the light bug, so he lent me this lantern."
Hearing this, Zheng Qing quickly said hello to the old man Verne.
The old man tilted his head and responded gruffly: "Well, the light of the fireflies is too dim and the frequency is low. It is not good for your eyes if you use it for a long time... You are still young, so you must learn to take care of your eyes. Otherwise, when you get old,
It's a lot of trouble...like this old guy."
As he spoke, he nudged the old hunting dog lying in the grass with his toes.
The wrinkles on Master Wuyue's face trembled, and a small whimper came from his throat, as if he was complaining.
The old man heyed twice and reassured: "I know, I know, your nose is the best, it doesn't matter if you can't see!"
When Zheng Qing said hello to the old man Verne, the dumb little boy next to him was still holding the thick notebook and mumbling something. You could vaguely hear the sentence "You ascend to the sky at the spring equinox, and you dive into the abyss at the autumnal equinox."
"Do you still think you can meet a dragon tonight?" Zheng Qing turned around and couldn't help but joked.
"Sigh." Lin Guo put away the scroll, clasped his hands, and sighed like a young adult: "Alchemy requires too many materials... and they are too expensive! A few grams of Tai Sui's dry powder costs ten pieces.
Jade coins, a few fragments of the Philosopher's Stone can only be exchanged for credits... We have only been in school for a long time, how can there be so many credits!"
"We have only been in school for a short time, and you have already used the Philosopher's Stone." Zheng Qing suppressed his smile and complained silently: "I remember that the application of the Philosopher's Stone was only covered in the junior alchemy course.
"
"I didn't study early." Lin Guo twisted his body awkwardly, and then couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't think too much... As long as I can collect a few milliliters of ambergris, collect a few remaining scales,
Just enough raw materials for experimentation... Of course, it would be better if our patrol team hits it harder and beats it until it vomits blood."
"You have thought enough." Zheng Qing stopped the little boy from continuing to think unscrupulously.
Sure enough, at this age of second grade, there is nothing that I can't think of, but nothing I dare not think of.
This chapter has been completed!