The seeds that Zheng Qing asked for Zhang Jixin were naturally not the seeds of flowers and plants.

It is true that Professor Li Qihuang of the Potions class is very much in favor of young wizards trying to grow some herbs in pots in their spare time, which is not Zheng Qing - God is pitiful, if it weren't for the elves he raised from time to time to sprinkle some dew on the bunch of daisies in the dormitory, he wouldn't have been able to raise even a potted plant, let alone herbs.

Zheng Qing asked Elder Zhang to find him the seeds of trumpet flowers and photographic grass.

Although it may sound like a plant, the seeds of trumpet flowers and photogram grass are actually very standard alchemical products. Planting, or 'using' them, does not require a harsh external environment or reference to the length of time other magical plants have grown. It only needs to be used in accordance with the rules of general alchemy products, and flexibly configure auxiliary materials such as sand and shaping water, and the seeds can be turned into finished products in a very short time.

Having said that, there is a difference between theory and practice. For inexperienced wizards, there is not much difference in planting magic herbs, or alchemy seeds—the probability of not being able to grow them, or growing them deformed, is still much higher than the probability of planting them normally.

Zheng Qing is a wizard with little experience. Therefore, he specially asked Zhang Jixin to help him with this matter.

After coming out of the woods, the black cat did not go to the Shushan Pavilion and did not go back to the dormitory. Instead, she quietly released a paper crane first, and then followed behind the paper crane and went straight to Zhang Jixin.

Rather than chatting with a mouse, the young publicly-funded student apparently thinks that finding seeds is a little more important.

Brave the cold wind, weave behind the dry lawn and the shimmering bushes.

The black cat is like a black lightning, with light steps and stealthy tracks.

The paper crane circled in mid-air, dodging the hunting of sparrows, the attack of the cold snap, and hit a few pieces of transparent glass before and after, the young public scholarship student was worried that this paper crane would 'collapse in the middle of the journey', but I don't know if it really has a magic bonus, the paper crane magically survived all the tribulations, and finally found the red-faced wizard.

At that time, Zhang Jixin was sitting on the edge of a hunting ground, watching the chase of several hunting teams in the field, shaking his head and analyzing their tactics, sketching and making notes from time to time.

After receiving the crane, the red-faced wizard was amazed for a moment, not knowing who would contact him in this way - this amazement rose to the highest level when he opened the letter.

Because the letter was blank except for the beginning and the end, there was nothing else, and it was completely like a prank.

It's just that when he put down the letter, his inner doubts were answered.

Because a black cat was lying in front of him at some point, sticking out its tongue, looking half-dead.

"Water... Water...... It's a cold day, it's really killing me!" the black cat snorted weakly, his limbs were paralyzed, and he was firmly stuck on the ground, and a few thin wisps of white steam were slowly rising from the black cat's head and limbs, and then it was wrapped in the cold wind around it, and then it dissipated.

Zheng Qing originally thought that following the paper crane to find someone was a 'smart' method he came up with, but he didn't know that flying in the sky and running on the ground were completely two different concepts. Not to mention that the paper crane has to be positioned and to avoid various aerial threats, it is inevitable that it will take the wrong road and make a detour. The difference in the distance between the top and bottom alone almost killed Zheng Qing's cat - if the paper crane in the sky flapped its wings, he would break his leg.

Fortunately, this is in Jiuyou Academy, Zhang Jixin is not far from his position, and the cat is a creature that can especially 'shuttle', so Zheng Qing barely kept up with the track of the paper crane and did not lose it.

Even so, he ran away with half of the cat's life.

The young public scholarship student secretly swore in his heart that he would never do such a stupid thing again.

"It's cold underground, and you're not afraid of the cold. Seeing the black cat collapse directly on the ground, the red-faced wizard shook his head, put down the notes in his hand, and then patted the magic book on his side.

A pale green halo rose, and several slender vines poked out of the void, gently skirting the black cat's limbs, half-lifting and half-dragging him to the wooden bench where the wizard was sitting.

A warm smell came from among the vines, repairing the soreness between the muscles. The black cat slumped lazily in mid-air, letting the vines fiddle with itself.

Zhang Jixin pursed his lips, took out a small set of tea sets from his arms, and skillfully fiddled with them, just for a moment, a hot breath rose in the cold wind, wafting out an attractive aroma.

"Come on, come on, taste my kung fu tea, and replenish your qi, which is the most suitable for your current situation. Elder Zhang came over with a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to place a small cup of pale yellow tea liquid in front of the black cat.

"Whew, whew. The black cat blew hard a few breaths, sniffed the tea and cooled it down a bit, before taking a few gulps and swallowing it into its stomach.

It was only then that he had the spirit to criticize the red-faced wizard's operation: "I've just been thirsty to death, can't you just bring me some ordinary clean water? ”

"Drink if you want, spit it out if you don't want to drink...... Lots of nonsense. Zhang Jixin glanced at the black cat and snorted vigorously.

The black cat quieted down and continued to suck and drink tea.

Although the process is a bit tedious, it must be admitted that drinking a sip of hot tea on a cold day will make the mood much better.

Seeing that Zheng Qing drank four or five cups of tea in a row, and finally relieved himself, Zhang Jixin pinched his chin and said in surprise: "Then again, why have you become a cat again?"

"Didn't Andrew give me a box before, use it before the expiration date. The black cat waved his paws, skimmed over the matter, and turned the topic to the reason why he came here: "You asked Lin Guo to inform me...... Found the seeds?"

The red-faced wizard suddenly realized: "I was still curious just now, why did you change your personality and be willing to come to the hunting ground to learn from the experience of other hunting teams...... I'm thinking too much about co-authoring!"

The old black cat blushed, flicked its tail, and glanced to the other side.

As the captain of the Sin Hunting Team, he should have been responsible for everything related to the tactics and experience of the hunting team. It's just that there are too many trivial things recently, and Zheng Qing is not interested in this, so he lost his brain to the main hunter of the hunting team, that is, Zhang Jixin.

"Our hunting team isn't a double-headed system, you do it very well, very well. The black cat snorted, revealing an unnatural weakness in his words: "You do things, I don't worry!"

Zhang Jixin snorted heavily and did not continue to delve into this topic.

In fact, it was useless to dig deeper, and it was not the first time he had complained to Zheng Qing about this matter. It's just that on the one hand, he doesn't hate this superfluous responsibility, on the contrary, he does it with relish; on the other hand, the cow can't force his head without drinking water, Zheng Qing doesn't want to study the matter of hunting, is he still dragging his hands and not letting go.

It's still just an 'unofficial' and 'amateur' team, and it's much easier to see everything.

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