Entering the herb garden, a world that seemed to have been cut into pieces appeared in front of Zheng Qing's eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Not far in front of him, a one-meter-square black cumulus cloud was piled up more than ten zhang above the ground, white lightning shuttled through the clouds, rumbling thunder was endless, and bean-sized raindrops poured down from time to time, smashing small pits in the soil. Below the clouds, a small crimson grass stretches out its young leaves comfortably, but it is enjoying the tyranny of nature.

Across the storm is a swamp with a radius of tens of square meters, with a thin mist flowing slowly on the mirror-like puddle, and a puff of dark green slender aquatic plants swaying from side to side with the flow of mist.

Next to the swamp, there was a small piece of dark night! For a few feet, there was not a trace of outside light, and the moon the size of an egg hung in the sky, surrounded by a starry sky composed of sesame light points, perfectly simulating a dark world. A few tall plants with long round leaves and long stems hung their heads as if they were asleep, and the whole land was enveloped in silence.

And away from the night, one step away is a piece of Gobi. Coarse gravel and weathered rocks littered the land, spiky plants in a nest that terrorized any eater who coveted their flesh.

Everywhere you look, bizarre environments abound.

The sun was shining on the left, the fog was on the right, the rain was pouring in front and the thunder was pouring in the back.

The land within a radius is mixed with dozens of different natural environments, which makes people's hearts tremble.

The so-called sunrise in the east and rain in the west are not as charming as this scenery.

"One step of thunder, one step of drizzle, one step of moonlit night, one step of scorching sun. Zheng Qing admired, looking at this dazzling world, he felt dizzying.

"Don't just look into the distance, look at your feet!" a rough voice interrupted some of the poetry that sprouted in the view of the public scholarship students.

Zheng Qing followed the prestige, and it was the chubby old man he saw outside the garden.

The old man wore straw sandals, and his gray overalls were rolled up high, revealing his thin, slightly yellow-spotted calves. He carried a dirt-stained hoe in one hand, a brass watering can with a slender mouth hanging from his waist, and a huge straw hat hunched over his back, which looked like a turtle spirit carrying a turtle shell.

"Uncle Stendhal," Professor Li Qihuang stepped forward respectfully and explained, "These are the freshmen of Jiuyou College this year, and I brought them here to gain knowledge. ”

The fat old man ignored him, but bowed lower.

Professor Li didn't say anything, just motioned for everyone to stay where they were and keep quiet.

"Boom!" the old man's crane beak hoe stomped heavily on the ridge, but the hoe seemed to be smashed not in the soft soil, but on a large drum covered with cowhide, and the dull sound slowly shook out from the ground, making Zheng Qing's feet numb for a while.

"Boom!" the old man didn't pay attention to the frightened looks of the freshmen, but stomped a few more times.

"Hah! I found it!" said the old man Stendhal, and with a high swing of his hoe, he smashed it into the dirt with all his might, and then turned it over with all his might, and a large pit appeared before everyone's eyes.

The students standing in the front row struggled to stretch their necks to see what was at the bottom of the pit.

Soon, they discovered that there was no need to stretch their necks at all.

Because a plant waved its wide leaves, struggling to crawl out of the bottom of the pit. It had a pale yellow flower on its head, five or six thin petals covered with mud, and only two broad leaves on its long, thin stem, waving from side to side like two arms.

At this moment, it was struggling to break out of the mud pit with long roots with flocculents, jumping and running into the distance.

"Running Rabbit Master!" Xin Fat Man shouted, "Hey!

"Catch it!" Old Man Stendhal raised his hoe and shouted, "Don't let it run!"

"Don't move!" Professor Li Qihuang yelled, stopping the commotion, and shouted, "Don't forget what you said before entering the garden!"

All the students froze, afraid to move.

As if sensing an opportunity to escape, the plant ran away through the gap between the newlyweds' trouser legs.

"Hey, let it run again!" said Old Man Stendhal, stomping his hoe angrily, sighing.

"They're freshmen, they don't play with these babies. Professor Li smiled and said: "I'm afraid that the rabbit just now is not two hundred years old, in case the children touch some of the stamens, they can't afford to pay for chopping them." ”

"It's not expensive! A petal is only more than 200. Old Man Stendhal muttered and shook his head again and again: "Now these little fellows are less and less sympathetic to the elderly. ”

A petal is more than two hundred! Zheng Qing secretly spoke, he would not be stupid to think that this kind of petal is two hundred copper.

The students who stayed there were terrified and became more and more afraid to move.

"It's there!" the fat man shouted again, pointing to the hills not far away. Behind a low blue-black stone, the yellow flower bones stand out like lanterns in the night.

The yellow flower seemed to feel something, and it shrank back and disappeared behind the stone.

"I didn't have a brain, and I ran to the rocky beach. Old Man Stendhal glanced at it, but was no longer in a hurry, and sneered: "Any two dolls can catch it back!"

Professor Li nodded approvingly: "I remember that the underground is full of rocks, and Master Rabbit should not be able to escape there." ”

"Nice young man!" Uncle Stendhal tilted his head and looked at the fat man happily, his round face full of joy: "Good vision...... I'll give you the task of bringing that little bunny back to me. Can it be done?"

"Guaranteed to complete the task!" Xin Fat Man tried to tighten his face, and his face was solemn.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. You can ask another classmate for help. Just in case. Old Man Stendhal paused, and looked up at the other classmates: "Two more awesome young men, follow this little fat man to help me catch that little thing!"

Zheng Qing silently lowered his head and avoided the old man's critical gaze.

He still remembers that in the foreseeable future, funds will be very tight, and there is no spare money to spend in this expensive garden.

After a while, Xin Fatzi and Zhang Jixin took the old man's entrustment to go to the rocky beach to catch the magic plant that had run away.

"Master Rabbit!" Professor Li helped the shield on his head and looked at the backs of the two students worriedly: "Is there a task sent by anyone?"

"Yes!" Uncle Stendhal shook his head again and again, and complained: "Professor Zhang in Room 308 of the Laboratory Building wants three milliliters of Rabbit's milk, and the old woman Hillman on the second floor below asks for a penny of Rabbit's bud powder. A vigorous urge, a urge, a urge!"

As he spoke, he shook the pickaxe of his fingers.

Zheng Qing was surprised to find that the hoe had turned into a shovel.

"That rabbit is just the right year, but it has become a fine and runs around. The old gardener waved his shovel and filled in the big pit that had just been dug in the ground, and when he looked up again, he was already smiling: "It just so happens that you are here, just right, help me run errands, and catch that little thing and come back." ”

"If it's okay, don't bother. Professor Li seemed to remember something, moved back, and said with a smile: "You keep busy, I'll take the others around first." ”

"Others?" Old Man Stendhal cocked his chin very hard and smiled: "Since you have come to the Hundred Herb Garden, don't just watch. I happen to have some tasks to trouble you here. ”

Professor Li Qihuang stopped, smiled bitterly, and did not refuse.