The great wizard of the Northern Song Dynasty, whose surname was Qian Tao Yi and whose courtesy name was Xibai, once wrote a study tour notebook called "New Book of the South", which recorded many customs in the wizarding world during the Tang and Song Dynasties.【】
In this notebook "Xin", an old news from the Kaiyuan period is mentioned, saying: "...dragons are rough and fierce in nature, and are afraid of scorpions, love jade and sky green, and like to burn bird meat. Therefore, people who eat bird meat, "You cannot cross the sea...", which implicitly points out that dragons like to eat roasted swallow meat. Even people who eat roasted swallow meat are easily injured by greedy dragon beasts because they are contaminated with the smell of roasted swallow meat. Therefore, It is not recommended to eat roasted Yanhou to cross the sea.
There is also a wizard named Zhang Shuo from the Tang Dynasty who wrote "Four Records of Liang Gong". It is recorded that the daughter of the Dragon King of the East China Sea was in charge of the Dragon King's pearl. … Five hundred swallows were burned and entered into the Dragon Palace... The little dragon guarding the gate smelled the smell of wax and fell down, not daring to move. So he burned the swallows and bribed them with hundreds of things...' Interesting story.
The notes and manuscripts circulated by many wizards all mentioned that dragons like to eat roasted swallows.
Roasted swallow is roasted swallow meat.
Yan means "Yan" and "An", as the ancients said. Because of its fairy-like appearance and charm, it is the most popular among birds, so it has always been loved by wizards and is called the "elf among birds" - a saying that is widely circulated today. The mantra 'Yan Yan Yu Fei' is where the rumor comes from.
Most wizards know that dragon beasts like to eat roasted swallows, but few people know how to roast roasted swallows. There are simply gray markets like Wandering Bar in the wizarding world, and wizards can always get them after paying a large sum of jade coins. gain something.
However, Zheng Qing felt that as an orphan, Lin Guo should not and would not spend a large amount of money to buy something with a very short shelf life and a very single use.
"Where's the roasted swallow?" Zheng Qing looked at the paper bag in his hand, and finally did not dare to open it at will. He could only turn around and ask the owner of the barbecue: "Are you so sure that you can meet a lost dragon tonight? I remember that the "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World" mentioned that the shelf life of this thing is only thirty-six hours. After the expiration date, not to mention those picky dragons, even grass pythons and Shiba Inu won't like to eat it."
Grass pythons and Shiba Inu are creatures with thin dragon beast blood, and their hobbies are almost exactly the same as dragons with pure blood. Even they don't like roasted swallows after the shelf life, which shows how demanding this kind of food is on time.
"I baked it myself." Lin Guo looked around carefully and said in a low voice: "I started preparing it last weekend. I baked it for a week and almost broke it."
"You!" Zheng Qing's voice suddenly rose, and the tone was a little distorted.
"Shh!" Lin Guo quickly moved his little hands, his head turned around, and he jumped anxiously: "Lower your voice!"
Not far away, several young wizards who were chatting glanced at the two of them curiously, and then quickly looked away. However, the old hunting dog at Uncle Verne's feet shook its ears.
Ever since Lin Guo's Shaoyan took out his schoolbag, the old hunting dog opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue and began to salivate. However, its small movements were quickly noticed by the old man.
"How old are you!" The old man waved his stick as if to hit him.
The old hunting dog whimpered twice, smacked his lips, and collapsed to the ground weakly.
Zheng Qing took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, repeatedly, and finally his mood calmed down a little.
The roasting method of roasted swallow has been rarely known in the wizarding world.
Maybe there are books on this subject deep in the Shushan Library, but let alone the freshmen who have not been in school for a long time, there are also the old students who have been in school for four years. They want to find the method of roasting roasted swallows among millions of books.
The recipes are all very difficult.
It is no exaggeration to describe it as a fantasy.
"The Food of the Dragon written by Ryota Yanagi," Lin Guo looked at Zheng Qing proudly: "I found it the first time I entered the library. It describes in detail how to cook roasted swallow for the dragon beast...
…I studied all summer!”
"You can make money selling roasted swallows in the future." Zheng Qing pinched the kraft paper package in his hand with envy.
"No." Lin Guo said gloomily: "That is a magic book deep in the Shushan Pavilion. Although I have learned it, I can only make one roasted swallow every month, and it cannot be used for trading... Don't think about it.
Let me teach you how to do it, the author named Ryota Yanagiba seems to have attached a powerful contract to the book, you know."
"Which library is that book in?" Zheng Qing still refused to give up.
"I couldn't find it the second time I went there." Lin Guo glanced at him sheepishly and whispered, "I asked Professor Zhang in the bookshelf corridor, but he ignored me."
"That stingy octopus?" Zheng Qing sighed regretfully and finally gave up on his new money-making plan.
"Call Professor Zhang, or Mr. Zhang!" Old Man Verne said with a tigerish face, and poked the ground heavily with the wooden stick in his hand.
Zheng Qing stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to say anything.
"Although all dragons like burning swallows, not all dragons can be tempted by burning swallows." Old Man Verne turned to look at Lin Guo, curled his thick fingers and tapped his little head,
He laughed and scolded: "Why can't such a smart little mind understand such a simple truth?"
Lin Guo touched the back of his head with tears in his eyes, pouted and said nothing.
"Get ready, I guess the previous patrol will be back soon." The old man didn't seem to have the patience to continue explaining to them. He just gave instructions and walked straight to his cabin.
The old hunting dog dragged its tail and followed lazily behind him. Passing by the two young men, Zheng Qing seemed to see the hunting dog sniffing its nose several times.
After the old man walked away, Lin Guo patted his chest and complained in a low voice: "Old man Verne is so cruel! Every time I see him, I always feel as if I have been taught a lesson for a lifetime."
Zheng Qing looked at the little boy in front of him with pity, shook his head and said nothing.
He had nothing to say.
Although he and Lin Guo existed under the starry sky at the same time, they were actually not in the same world.
In other words, the two people have completely different timelines.
Lin Guo is a very special student. This specialness does not mean that Lin Guo entered First University at a young age, but that Lin Guo has a unique concept of time.
According to Lin Guo's explanation, his concept of time has undergone secondary processing by consciousness.
In his mind, the more important something is, the earlier it is in the time sequence, and the earlier it occurs in his consciousness.
Based on Zheng Qing's vague understanding, Lin Guo marked his experiences and rearranged them in order of importance.
Therefore, in Lin Guo's consciousness, he had known Lan Que for a long time.
Even he has known Zheng Qing for more than three years.
Heaven and earth conscience, three years ago Zheng Qing was still struggling in the hard life of high school.
"Doesn't your timeline distort your own consciousness?" Zheng Qing recalled Xiao Xiao's warning not long ago and asked curiously: "I remember that for wizards, distorting consciousness is a very dangerous behavior."
"But my consciousness is not distorted." Lin Guo arranged the equipment enthusiastically and replied, "It's just that our timelines are different."
"You can't live in your own world forever." Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment and finally couldn't help but persuaded: "The past has passed after all. Adjusting your own timeline randomly will not be good for your little mind."
"Don't you live in your own world?" the little boy retorted stiffly, then lowered his head again and started digging around in his schoolbag.
On his schoolbag, Mickey Mouse, who had been sleeping, raised his head again at some point and looked at the young public-funded student with bared teeth.
Zheng Qing sighed and gave up discussing this slightly confusing topic.
This chapter has been completed!