Zheng Qing raised his head and saw a tall and thin gray-robed wizard standing behind several people with his hands crossed, watching them busy with interest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Feeling everyone's gaze, the gray-robed wizard gently tugged at the brim of his pointed wizard hat and said politely, "Wandering wizard." ”

Shopkeeper!

There was some commotion in the crowd, and the guests quietly exchanged their heads and looked at the gray-robed mage curiously.

Zheng Qing's heart was suddenly.

Rumor has it that the owner of the wandering bar has a strange personality, his whereabouts are uncertain, and he is also said to be involved in black magic. Although the Anti-Dark Arts Association of the Wizarding Alliance did not issue an official warning, it did not prevent the students of First University from privately circulating some gossip about the mage.

For example, wandering wizards have helped school students drop their heads to their opponents' pets on several occasions;

The bar also helps students at University 1 to purchase experimental supplies from some less formal labs that are strictly restricted by the Ummer League, such as infusion talismans that are valid for more than five years;

Or buy low-priced dragon liver, toad crisp or dried herbal powder from the black market for students;

There are also high-quality beauty potions for young witches and cheap ecstasy for male witches;

And so on and so forth.

Because of the abundance of rumors, the school committee of First University raided the bar several times, but to no avail. This adds a bit of mystery to the wandering bar among the students of First University.

As a result, the bar became a symbol of rebellion against the authority of the First University.

For most young people, questioning authority is the greatest authority.

If a student at No. 1 University doesn't wander a few times, it seems that his college life is not perfect enough.

The onlookers parted in awe, and the wandering mage smiled and looked at the new students in front of the bar:

"Little girl, how big do you need space?"

As he spoke, he took out an old, ochre-yellow law book from his gray robe, placed it in the air, and let the pages slowly turn.

"An open space about three meters in diameter is fine. Jiang Yu pursed his lips and began to take things out of his kun bag.

"Is there anything we need help with?" Downton's voice sounded beside him.

As the class leader of the Astronomy 08-1 class of Jiuyou Academy, he felt that he had an obligation to do something.

It's just that Jiang Yu doesn't appreciate it.

"Just help Zheng Qing stabilize Xiaomeng's condition. She interrupted Downton's outstretched hands with a somewhat stiff motion.

Downton retracted his arm a little embarrassedly and smiled at Zheng Qing.

The wandering mage also smiled and looked at Zheng Qing: "What about you, don't you need to open an altar?"

Zheng Qing came back to his senses, glanced at the sleeping Li Meng, and shook his head.

That 'Pure Heart Talisman' happened to burn about six points of power.

"No, Sir didn't teach me those rituals. He hesitated, then added, "Just set up an offering table." ”

For most wizards, drawing a sigil means a whole set of elaborate rituals.

For example, the altar is opened for sacrifice, and incense is prayed to the gods;

For example, clean body, face, hands, and mouth;

For example, prepare seasonal fruits and vegetables, rice wine, balsamic vinegar, sandalwood white candles;

It even includes choosing a good day and an auspicious day, and choosing a time when the aura is full.

In the Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World, these rituals are referred to as 'initiation' and are one of the most important lineages for every talisman master with a formal lineage.

But Zheng Qing never accepted the inheritance of these rituals.

There are only two steps to drawing a rune that he knows: outlining the rune and infusing the spiritual wit.

If he wants to increase the success rate – like now – then he will set up an offering table and ask for peace of mind. This was not a method taught to him by his husband, but a trick he had figured out on his own.

After purifying his heart and hands, Zheng Qing took out a red paper tablet from the gray cloth bag, and the word 'Wu' was written on the sign. He then placed the card behind the incense burner given to him by the wandering mage, and lit three pillars of ordinary incense.

The wandering mage looked at the tablet suspiciously, pondering.

"Which god is this for?" Fat Xin also asked curiously in his ear.

"Ahem, no. Zheng Qing coughed twice in embarrassment, blurring the question of the fat paper.

He couldn't tell anyone that the red tablet was for his own husband.

It was a trick he discovered as a child.

That was the first time he discovered that his husband had some special skills, such as being able to summon objects and talk to cats in the air. This had a huge impact on his young mind. At that time, "Journey to the West" was being broadcast on TV, and he once thought that Mr. was a goblin formed in the deep mountains and old forests, coming to the city to forage for food and confuse sentient beings.

Zheng Qing wanted to tell his family about these things several times, but he never made the trip.

On the one hand, although the symptoms of the head disease have been alleviated, they have not gone away, and Zheng Qing still has palpitations; on the other hand, there are too many storybooks to read, and Zheng Qing is always worried that he will be cooked and eaten by the goblin after he breaks through Mr. 's secret.

Just like in "Journey to the West", he was washed by the little demon, pickled in an urn, and made a snack when it was cloudy.

After thinking about it a few times, Zheng Qing thought about it.

He took out a piece of red cardboard from his grandfather's study, made a pair of tablets, checked the perpetual calendar by himself, found a good day and an auspicious day, and wrote Mr. on the tablet. Then he hid the tablet in his desk and bowed three times a day. Pray for peace of mind and pray that Mr. will not eat himself.

But it's also strange.

Originally, he learned talismans from his husband, but because he was dull, he would always receive a few rings every day. But since he began to worship Mr.'s tablet, he doesn't know if it was because he had opened his mind, and his skill in outlining talismans had gone by day, and he hadn't been beaten a few times.

This made him even more in awe.

It wasn't until he grew up and knew many taboos that he quietly threw away this habit and stopped worshipping Mr.

But when I think about it occasionally, I finally feel a little strange.

Today, Li Meng needs to provide himself with high-quality talismans to save his life.

This matter has a lot to do with him.

Zheng Qing felt that he had to do his best.

So he took out the memories that had been sealed for a long time, in order to strengthen his heart and seek peace of mind.

He rubbed his hands together and took out his four treasures from the talisman bag: turtle back inkstone, pine ink, purple pen and yellow paper.

"Table!" he called out to the boys next to him.

Fat Xin opened his watch, knocked a few times, and pulled out a four-legged desk in a blink of an eye.

"You can adjust how high you want. Xin banged on the desk.

After Zheng Qing placed the four treasures of the study on the table, the desk creaked and automatically adjusted to a position suitable for Zheng Qing's height.

Fat Xin had a smug expression on his face.

Zheng Qing didn't speak, just calmed down, spread a piece of yellow paper on the table, and gently scratched the small snake coiled in the turtle's back inkstone with the tip of the pen.

The little snake held its head high, shook its spirits, and spit out a large pool of clear water.

The clear water overflowed the inkstone pond and shook slightly.

Next to him, Xiao Xiao held the pine ink, his wrist moved slightly, and the ink stone rubbed against the inkstone, making an even and pleasant sound.

Zheng Qing grabbed the pen, closed his eyes to raise his breath, and his knuckles turned white.

"Don't be nervous, take your time. There was some soft comfort from the side: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time." ”

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the purple hair in his hand slowly slid into the inkstone pond and shook it gently.

After drinking enough ink with the brush, he slowly came to the sky above the yellow paper with a bulging belly.

The onlookers stared at Zheng Qing nervously.