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Across the vast expanse of water, the dark and silent forest quietly surrounds the island, blocking out the gaze of those prying eyes, forming a strong barrier.

The breeze carries the water vapor outside Nagisa, circling around this small world. The moist sensation flows soothing through the air, making it refreshing.

In the grass, the weaver began to intermittently pull her voice and sing a little song "weaving, weaving, weaving, weaving".

In the late summer and early autumn, the water was calm, the sand was clear, and a large yellow duck climbed ashore with a group of small babies, swaggering past the young wizards.

Because it had just returned from swimming in the water, the big yellow duck left a string of wet watermarks behind it. The ducklings flapped their wings and stepped on the traces left by the mother duck in a neat line.

They walked awkwardly through the weeping willow forests on the shore.

The slender branches of the weeping willows fell together in the breeze, and the emerald green willow leaves collided together to make a pleasant rustling sound.

The willows were unpruned, and their thick branches struggled to bend towards the water, like worshippers showing their devotion to the Silent Forest.

An old man leaned against one of the weeping willows, resting in the shade of the evening.

The weeping willow stood beside a small pier jutting out of the water, and a piece of bark in the middle of the trunk had been scraped off, revealing a whitish wood with the words 'Lishe' and 'Wenjin' engraved in large black letters.

"It's a good sign. Zhang Jixin pointed to the word 'asking' and looked at his partners with a smile: "Maybe this is the right way." ”

He hurried to the old man first, but did not ask.

Under the tree, a large blue checkered cotton cloth was spread, and the old man held a thick bamboo tube, leaning lazily against the bottom of the tree, squinting, and sitting cross-legged.

As if sensing someone in front of him, he raised his eyelids slightly.

Zhang Jixin took a step forward, sang a fat song, and asked in a rough voice:

"Driver, do you know how to go up to the school working committee building?"

As he spoke, the other freshmen also came to the weeping willows.

The old man raised an eyelid and looked at Zhang Jixin, muttering in his mouth for a long time, and finally only spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Xiao Xiao patted his law book and cleared the phlegm left on the ground by the old man.

The old man grinned, snorted and laughed a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, don't worry, you wait for the time being." ”

When several people heard this, only the pestle remained in place and waited quietly.

The old man stretched out his thin and burnt fingers, reached into the pocket of his waist, carefully pinched out a cluster of golden filaments, and slowly kneaded them into a small bamboo tube protruding from the side of the bamboo tube.

Beside him was a gray-white handkerchief with a lot of bits and pieces on it.

After kneading the tobacco, the old man's withered fingertips slid over the bits and pieces, and finally picked up a black stone and a blade-like thing.

He grabbed the stone in one hand and the black blade in the other, rubbing them together heavily.

"Bang! bang!"

The crisp sound of percussion breaks the silence of the waterfront.

The weaver's cry came to an abrupt end, and the group of ducklings not far away squatted quickly in the grass under the leadership of the mother duck and pretended to be dead.

A cluster of orange sparks burst out of the blade and projected onto the tobacco.

Smoke began to rise.

The old man took a long breath with his mouth on the bamboo tube, and the sound of water bubbles in the bamboo tube lasted for a long time.

"Is this smoking a hookah?" Zheng Qing heard Lin Guo's whispered and curious question behind him.

"Maybe. Zhang Jixin rubbed his scalp and said very boringly: "Why don't you use magic, with this slow method, you have to smoke a cigarette for an afternoon." ”

"Poof. ”

A series of white smoke rings erupted from the old man's nostrils, large traps and small circles, interlocking, very funny, Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing.

The old man smiled too.

He knocked on the small bamboo tube, brushed away the remaining cigarette ash inside, paused, and took out the tobacco from the pocket of his waist, and said slowly as he took it out: "At a young age, the time is still very long, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

"We still have something to do! It's urgent!" Zhang Jixin turned back and forth a little anxiously.

"What's in a hurry? Things are not in a hurry, do it slowly, and you can do everything well. The old man carefully kneaded a bunch of new tobacco into the small bamboo tube, and did not miss a single piece of tobacco, and the meticulous and slow appearance made everyone a little crazy.

"I'll help you light a cigarette. Zheng Qing saw that the thin hand reached out to the gray-white handkerchief, and hurriedly took out a piece of rune paper from the gray cloth bag, and couldn't help asking, "Why don't you use spells?"

"Spells?" the old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, shook his arm, and the flint collided with the blade again: "Isn't it a spell that I use? Who said that magic must be performed by chanting spells and patting spells?"

As he spoke, the flint and blade slammed together, bursting out with a string of golden sparks.

"But it's just ordinary flint and iron pieces!" Zheng Qing was puzzled.

"Alas, young people nowadays have such rigid brains. The old man grunted, and took another long hookah.

"Fire, originally the most powerful spell in this world!"

"What you think you are accustomed to is actually beyond the dreams of our ancestors. ”

"You see today a book that can ignite fire, discharge electricity, alchemy, make medicine, and create all kinds of magical effects, and then say it's magic. Don't you know that a long time ago, when our ancestors saw sparks coming out of wood, they would revere them as miracles! Throwing away time, there is no magic in the world in the first place. ”

In the grass, a few ducklings could not bear the loneliness, and sneaked out from under the wings of the mother duck, chasing a few jumping crickets.

In the gaps, the weaver seemed to get used to the occasional percussion sound, and began to 'weave, weave'.

The old man took a few puffs of hookah, shook his head, and finally lazily pointed to the building not far away, and said, "Almost, you go in, the destination you are going to is behind you." ”

"Behind?" Zhang Jigu turned his head to look, and sure enough, the building not far away revealed an entrance that seemed to be grinning. He cheered and ran.

After thanking them, Xiao Xiao and the others also left after him.

Only Zheng Qing was left, looking blankly behind him, and it took a while to react. He blushed, thanked the old man, and trotted to catch up with the figures in front of him.

Behind him, there was a hearty laugh.

"This kid has a good chance. Lao Yao grabbed his pipe, came out of nowhere, smiled and puffed the cigarette, and said to the old man.

"Hahahaha. The old man nodded with satisfaction, paused the cigarette holder in his hand, took out a small handful of tobacco, and laughed: "Good turn, good turn!

"But I don't know if he really realized that the door was behind him!" said Old Yao Le as he took the cigarette and stuffed it into his still smoking pipe.

"It's good to be able to see it! What is vague is chance, and what is clear is creation. ”

The sky was getting hazy, enveloping two long figures and the faint smoke.