The three wizards in the first row were seated, signaling the official opening ceremony of the school hunting party.

The changing white clouds in the blue sky disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye with a light breeze.

In the center of the hunting ground, the fog that had been tumbling and stirring gradually calmed down, whether it was the dormant dragon or the small fish that had re-hatched, they all quietly disappeared into the depths of the dense fog and disappeared without a trace.

Although there were occasional whispers in the surrounding audience, they were quickly infected by the gradually solemn atmosphere of the venue and slowly fell silent.

Only the flags waving in the wind on the dozens of pillars at the end of the hunting ground were still hunting.

Jiuyou College is the host college of this year's school hunting meeting.

Therefore, as the dean of the school, Professor Yao naturally took on the important responsibility of presiding over the opening ceremony.

"The robe that Lao Yao is wearing today is too bright. Zheng Qing muttered and turned the telescope in his hand farther away.

In the shot, there is a sallow-yellow face with a serious expression.

Lao Yao did not wear the black robe he usually wore today, but a wide, gorgeous red robe. The surface of the robe is covered with gold and silver thread charms, the neckline and cuffs are decorated with some shiny jade buckles, and the corners of the robe are edged with black lines, giving people a gorgeous but not impetuous, conspicuous but solemn feeling.

"That's the robe of the dean of Jiuyou Academy," Xiao Xiao's small voice sounded beside him: "If you look through the school's previous Da Jiao in the library, you can recognize this set of clothes......

"Da Jiao?" Zheng Qing grabbed the brass telescope in his hand, feeling a little ridiculous in his heart.

Jiao is a sacrifice.

Da Jiao, as the name suggests, is a very grand ritual ceremony.

This was originally a ritual term for Taoist priests to pray for blessings and celebrations, but it was used solemnly by wizards in a wizarding university at the 'school sports day', which always gave people a magical feeling.

No matter how the young publicly-funded students complained in their hearts, the ceremony on the rostrum was always carried out in a decent manner.

It's just that this is a wizarding university after all.

Professor Yao did not build altars to worship, chant sutras and worship like Taoist priests, nor did he step on the gang and fight, pinch the mantra and recite mantras.

He cleaned his hands in a small golden copper basin, wiped them with a white towel, and then took three sticks of incense and bowed three times in the air.

The three slender sticks of incense seemed to have been thrown into a blazing fire, and after three prostrations, they burned to a puff of fine ash.

The professor didn't put away the fine ash.

Instead, they were allowed to drift away with the wind and dissipate in the great hunting grounds.

"Who does he worship?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao: "I never knew that wizards still need to burn incense to worship......

"There's a lot of things you don't know...... And none of them make so much sense. The doctor set up his telescope, held the notebook in one hand, and quickly took notes, while putting one eye on the telescope, carefully observing the movement on the rostrum, and at the same time chatting with Zheng Qing distractedly.

This made the young state-funded students greatly admired.

"So, what is he worshipping?" asked Zheng Qing persistently.

"Maybe it's heaven and earth, maybe it's nature, maybe it's just history...... Many people have discussed this question, but the official has not given a clear answer. If you become the dean of Jiuyou Academy, you can tell me the truth. Xiao Xiao shrugged his shoulders and replied vaguely, while his men were flying like a pen, and they didn't stop for a moment.

Zheng Qing turned his head in disappointment and stuffed his eyes into the binoculars again.

On the stage.

Professor Yao picked up a heavy law book in his hand at some point.

The wooden cover, the heavy pages, and the five-colored gems engraved on the spine and cover sparkle in the sunlight. Even from a distance, Zheng Qing could clearly see the seven-colored light of the law book churning between the turns.

"Fog grass ......" Zheng Qing muttered, as if he sensed something, staring intently at the book holder.

The professor held the Dharma book in his left hand and stood on the altar.

The expression is serious and dignified.

Those little eyes were burning and looked around, easily attracting the attention of everyone in the hunting grounds.

Then he gently raised his right hand and pressed it emptily on the Dharma book.

Zheng Qing suddenly felt as if his heart and lungs had been mysteriously suppressed, shrinking into a ball, making him feel suffocated.

It's not his feelings alone.

With Professor Yao's gesture of raising his hand and pressing it, the entire hunting ground was suddenly shrouded in a breath of qi, and the atmosphere that was still a little restless completely fell silent.

Xin Fat Man and Zhang Jixin, who were leaning on the chair and snoring next to them, seemed to have been stimulated by something, and a spirit sat up, opened his confused eyes, and looked around blankly.

Not far away, Li Meng, who was sensitive, had already hidden his head in Jiang Yu's arms, trembling.

Professor Yao turned the first page of the law book.

"Hunting!"

Gentle voices echoed over the hunting grounds.

The sound is not loud, and it is not transmitted through the trumpet flower, but it is easy for everyone to hear clearly.

Although Zheng Qing had never heard these two words, in the echo that resounded throughout the audience, he easily understood the meaning of these two words, as well as the meaning - this was the prayer and sacrifice song before the hunting meeting.

The originally thick fog in the center of the hunting ground seemed to have been stimulated by something for a moment, and it began to roll and turbulent wildly. Suddenly they came together, and then they spread out again, like a convulsion.

The young public scholarship students didn't care about the behavior of these 'living creatures' when they were in the fog.

His attention was already involuntarily drawn to the sight under the fog.

Just like the Kun fish in front of Hua Peng not long ago disrupted the order in the dense fog, this time the fog turmoil, the picture that was originally hidden under the fog reappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The endless desert, the raging storm;

the vast lake as far as the eye can see, and the rotting wood floating on the surface of the lake;

Swarms of insects, covering the sky and the sun, dense;

There is also a green meadow, where flowers are in full bloom and thousands of trees compete for spring.

All kinds of contradictory pictures loom in the thick fog like marquees, one second it is still the yellow sand and barren Gobi, the next moment it is green lawns and lush woodland, and in the blink of an eye, it has become an endless swamp and water town.

The young public scholarship student clutched his binoculars tightly and looked at the scene under the fog without blinking.

If it weren't for the shocked voices around him, the gasps of the air, he would have thought that what he saw was a mirage.

"Be careful...... It feels like you're about to pop your eyeballs. Xiao Xiao tugged Zheng Qing's telescope and reminded kindly.

"This ...... Is it true?!" Zheng Qing turned his gaze away with difficulty, his voice a little hoarse.

"True or false, you'll soon know. Xiao Xiao pointed to the rostrum: "Lao Yao's hunting words haven't been read yet...... Don't miss the main event. ”

Zheng Qing immediately turned the telescope back to the professor.

Soon, he realized that the move was completely unnecessary.

Professor Yao pressed the Dharma book, and a clear voice echoed in everyone's ears:

"The earth is the opposite!"

"The water is its ravine!"

"Insects don't do anything!"

"The grass and trees return to their place!"

The wind rose and swooped down from all directions, tearing at the thick mist.

The fog rolled and dispersed, revealing a distant, small, yet unusually vast world.

This 'hunting speech' is borrowed from the 'wax (wax) word' in the "Book of Rites...... Usually I don't explain it, but today's this, the cricket is very shameless to copy, and I changed the name to ←_← so make a note, so as not to be ridiculed......