After walking a short distance along the path in the field, the team turned into a slightly wider stake and gravel road. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The road is based on wooden piles and hedges as embankments. The stakes are filled with fine gravel between the stakes, and the pressure is smooth. The piles are a few centimeters above the ground, so pedestrians need to be careful when walking, as they can trip over them if they are not careful.

Maybe this is the intention of Baicao Garden to lay this road, Zheng Qing looked at the cautious classmates around him, and admired the people who paved the road.

A stake gravel road surrounds a separate medicine garden.

Compared with the previous medicine fields, which had a variety of environments, this medicine garden did not have a unique climate under the influence of magic, but was like a small farm yard, surrounded by crooked wooden fences. The fence is clinging to many vines, which are exceptionally luxuriant, adding a touch of elegance to the garden.

Old Man Stendhal led the students a short walk around the stake and gravel path to the entrance of the medicine garden.

The gate of the medicine garden is similar to the garden wall, and it is relatively simple.

The gate is made of tic-tac-toe sticks, supplemented by wicker and jujube branches, and through the door panels woven by the branches, you can clearly see the lush scenery of the garden.

"Look at the hands!" Old Man Stendhal suddenly roared, startling Zheng Qing into a thrill.

Turning around, he saw that several students who were pulling on the wicker sprouts on the door seemed to be startled, and they were quickly spreading their hands and retreating into the crowd.

"Although this door does not have a door god and looks very shabby, it has also been cursed by the wizards in the garden. The old man glared, looked at the young people in front of him, and reprimanded in a loud voice: "Didn't you warn you not to pull casually in the garden before?"

The beings were speechless.

The student was reprimanded, and the professor did not look good.

Professor Li Qihuang pulled his face, echoed the words of the old man Stendhal, and followed the lesson: "How many times have you said it along the way since you entered the garden! If there are any people who make mistakes, they will go to the school working committee to receive a week's voluntary labor, so that you can touch enough in the garden!"

The students were silent and silent.

Old Man Stendhal glared at the crowd for a few more moments, then turned slowly and pointed to a plank hanging from the fence.

Zheng Qing looked fixedly.

This wooden board should be a map of the medicine garden, which depicts different divisions according to the effects of plants, such as the yin and moisturizing plant area, the blood management plant area, the qi replenishing plant area, the surface relief plant area, and so on.

The old man pointed to the soothing neurophyte area.

"Your mission is here. He tilted his head back with his pickaxe and his gaze swept over the faces of the many students in front of him, as if waiting for their opinions.

No one has any objections.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, opened the door of the twig, and motioned for the others to follow.

"I'll tell you!"

"This kind of grass grows flowers and is all about university questions. ”

"On this day there are many doorways. ”

"Some herbs should be exposed to the sun for an hour every twelve hours, some herbs should be bathed in the weak and soft light of the setting sun at all times, and some herbs should grow in the morning sun to absorb the vigorous vitality of the morning. ”

Speaking of which, the old gardener was holding his hoe, shaking his head very proudly, and the vertical and horizontal wrinkles on his face looked extremely deep.

"Some herbs must be touched by the clouds, some herbs must stand at the bottom of the water to absorb yang energy, and some herbs must stand in the shadow of other plants to feel the shade of the sun. ”

"The qi of herbs is different, and the yang qi required is also different. ”

With that, the team stopped in front of an open medicine field.

"This is your task!" said Uncle Stendhal, holding up a small dark green grass in his hand for everyone to see, "Your task is to pull weeds." ”

Weeding?

The students breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately fell back into a chaotic discussion.

Zheng Qing pinched the slender grass in his hand, feeling speechless.

Just like Li Meng just said, I thought that if I walked so deep in the garden, the task given to them would be a little taller.

Even if it's not a big battle for the man-eating flower, you can take out a few cubs of earth dragons and show off to the rest of the class!

Like now, pull weeds!

It just sounds like the style has dropped a lot of notches.

"This grass is called 'taste thorn', and it is dark green in color, with pale green wavy patterns on it, and serrated protrusions on the inner leaf edges. Professor Li explained: "This herb is also a kind of medicinal herb, which is strong and can suppress some manic symptoms. ”

"There are two ways to distinguish this grass: one is the shape of the grass that Stendhal just mentioned, and the other is the smell. You crush the leaves of this grass, and the residual sap gives off a very strong pungent smell. Professor Li crushed the grass in his hand, raised his hand and handed it to the students in front of him.

Several people immediately showed expressions of wanting to die.

This piqued the interest of many people.

Zheng Qing held a thorn in his hand, looked at others, and tried to pinch a little leaf tip with his index finger and thumb to crush it. Then he brought the dark green stained on the fingertips of the deerskin glove in front of him.

Suddenly, a strong pungent taste rushed down his nasal cavity to his brain, as if he had eaten a large mouthful of mustard.

He looked up and found that Professor Li was also looking at everyone with teary eyes.

"This pungent smell lasts for a short time, about five seconds or so. Professor Li sniffed and muttered, "You need to be careful not to like this kind of irritating feeling! For a wizard who cares about mental safety, there is nothing more harmful to the body than stimulation." ”

"Why do you want to pull this grass!" Li Meng sniffed, with a string of tears on his face, and questioned loudly.

"Because it's not honest!" said Uncle Stendhal's pickaxe, which had become a head again. He casually picked up a piece of dirt on the edge of the field and smashed the clod with the back of his head.

A mollusk in the dirt turned into a lump of mud with the knock of its head.

After a pause, the old man looked up at the students and added, "This little thing like a thorn grows too fast. ”

"It's so fast!" he repeated emphatically: "pollinate one moment, bloom the next, and pop seeds in the middle of the night." This grass seed takes root on the ground, and it can sprout in a moment or three, and when you look at it the next day, Manyao Tianjing is such a small thing. ”

"It consumes too much earth, but the medicinal use is very limited. Except for potions that have a very small audience, such as 'Wolf Poison Elixir', which requires a little as an excipient, you students will risk using a little bit on the days of your final exams. ”

Of course, this herb is not recommended for use as a calming refreshment. Professor Li, who was standing on the side, hurriedly spoke, warning, "As I mentioned before, herbs that are too aggressive are harmful to the spirit of wizards. If there is a similar need, the school hospital has a better choice for everyone. ”