Zheng Qing originally thought that the wizards didn't have to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival.

He flipped through the "Ancient Wizard Yearbook" very early, and did not find a great wizard named Qu Yuan in it. Perhaps, but certainly not to the point where wizards dedicate a holiday to observance.

This made him a little glad for no reason - he finally didn't have to eat zongzi this year.

As a food with various identities such as commemoration, festivity, and tradition, zongzi and moon cakes have never been loved by Zheng Qing. Every time I eat them, it's like taking medicine, and I drink a lot of soup before I can swallow them. But because of customs, I have to eat.

Especially in the current moon cakes and zongzi, there are also many strange fillings, such as hawthorn, such as durian, such as egg yolk - Zheng Qing grew up in the north, and he grew up in the north, and he was surprised by the sweet rice dumplings with red dates, so that when he first ate salty rice dumplings, he was taken aback and surprised by his heresy.

But the euphoria lasted only until the last week of May.

On Thursday morning, Zheng Qing was on his way back to the dormitory after morning class as usual, and found that there were many dragon-related symbols on campus. The gray-robed school workers were busy fixing dry coiling dragons to many tree trunks. Those coiling dragons seemed to have been refined from the corpses of real dragons, and they looked lifelike, like living creatures.

When some students approached curiously and wanted to touch it, the withered dragons would stare at each other and spit out frightening smoke.

"Are there any activities today?" After the young public-funded student returned to the dormitory, he casually mentioned the movement outside, and then saw Xin Fat Man and Dylan who were busy, and couldn't help but raise their eyebrows:

"What are you doing?"

In the dorm room, Dylan was standing on a low stool, tiptoeing, hanging a wreath of calamus and mugwort leaves on a blank wall. The name tags of the four residents of dormitory 403 are hung on the grass ring, tied with thin red threads, and when the wind passes through the hall, the name tags are slightly fluttering, making a pleasant sound of hitting wood.

This is unusual, because at this time, Dylan should be sleeping in a coffin. Now there is no coffin, just like ordinary people stay up until one or two o'clock in the evening.

The fat man was holding a large bamboo basket and dancing around Dylan's low stool, babbling strange spells that the school circle couldn't translate.

After hearing Zheng Qing's question, Fat Xin just glanced at him and continued to sing and dance.

Dylan turned his back to him and cheerfully replied, "You're back just in time...... Help me see if this grass ring is swinging properly? Every time I go down, I always feel that it is still a little crooked. ”

Zheng Qing tilted his head and looked at it for a moment.

Finally, he nodded reluctantly: "It's okay...... I can't tell it's crooked. You can leave this kind of thing to the elves, they must be more correct than you. ”

Several elves floated aside with Zheng Qing's breakfast with hot towels, and they all let out 'Xixi' in agreement when they heard the words.

"Ritual, you know? Ritual. Dylan jumped off the low stool, shook his fingers solemnly, and corrected: "Some things have to be done in person to have the corresponding effect." ”

"So, what effect do you want from doing this?" Zheng Qing asked patiently, and made a little joke at the end: "Do you want to prevent the invasion of the outer gods?"

The fermentation lasted for four or five days, so that the news about the outer gods was discussed by more and more students of First University. Professionals continue to 'discover' new evidence in the newspapers that the 'student goat's milk' that appeared in the school and the disappearance of some sheep pets are related to the existence of a certain person in the depths of the starry sky.

The school had to issue multiple announcements in succession to assure everyone that First University would always be the safest place in the wizarding world, and that any unauthorized intrusion would be met with a strong counterattack from the school.

This relieved the anxiety of the parents of the students to a certain extent, but there was no way to stop the enthusiasm of the young wizards for discussion.

Especially as we approach the end of the term.

The heavy academic pressure makes many people nervous, and any external wind and grass will arouse great interest. Not to mention that this time the external 'wind and grass' movement is a little big.

As far as Zheng Qing knows, a certain club has opened a betting market, and the betting school will not have an open conflict with the existence in the depths of the starry sky, and the buying is very hot.

"What effect?" Dylan patted the blades of grass on his robe and tilted his head: "Of course, it's to ward off evil spirits and pray for blessings...... As for what you said about preventing the invasion of the outer gods, perhaps. Isn't everyone doing this during the Dragon Boat Festival? ”

"Dragon Boat Festival?!" Zheng Qing raised his voice and shouted.

Xin Fatzi's Wu Zhu Dance finally came to an end, he stuffed the bamboo basket under the nose of the young public-funded student, and snorted: "Hurry up, take one...... Throw away the meat bun in your hand. How can there be a saying about eating meat buns in the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival!"

Zheng Qing looked at the two guys with foreign faces and solemnly chatted with him about the Dragon Boat Festival, and he had a funny feeling in his heart.

"Do wizards also celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival?" he muttered, looking at the triangular dumplings wrapped in the bamboo basket, a sense of despair slowly churned in his heart: "Why do you also eat zongzi? I looked through the "History of Ancient Wizards" before, and there was no Qu Yuan on it!"

"The History of Ancient Wizards certainly doesn't have it, you need to look for it in the Legendary Wizard Yearbook, and maybe find his name. Xiao Xiao's voice sounded behind Zheng Qing: "...... Excuse me, I want a salted meat dumpling. ”

In the latter sentence, he said it to Fat Xin.

The fat man quickly pulled out a four-cornered dumpling from the basket and stuffed it into the doctor's hand. Zheng Qing also picked up a triangular dumpling with two fingers, and began to untie the hemp rope on the dumpling leaves with a sad face.

"Why did you go after the morning class just now?" The young public scholarship student tilted his head and glanced at Xiao Xiao: "I just said hello to someone, and in a blink of an eye, you are gone......

"I went under the cat's fruit tree and looked at the dog. Xiao Xiao quickly peeled off the dumpling leaves, took a big bite of crimson glutinous rice, and said vaguely: "...... Like you said, that dog was suspicious. ”

"Did you find anything abnormal?" Zheng Qing immediately came to his senses.

"Nope. Xiao Xiao took another big bite of zongzi, licked his oily fingers by the way, and shook his head: "Ward off evil spirits, detect demons, and manifest ...... I used them all and didn't find anything abnormal...... Except that it will meow. ”

"Don't you like to eat zongzi?" Fat Xin interjected abruptly, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Zheng Qing glanced down at the triangular dumpling in his hand, and he had just bitten off a small horn. And Xiao Xiao had already reached out to take the second zongzi from the bamboo basket.

"I don't like it. Zheng Qing shook his head honestly: "I always feel that foods such as zongzi and moon cakes are over-processed and have lost some of their natural taste." ”

"Hey, you sound like Iseni said. Fat Xin blinked and laughed:

"The last time I talked to Iseni, he said, 'Some fishmen complain that processed foods, such as pickled toads and pickled frogs, have lost their natural taste and become something else. As everyone knows, it is precisely the process of pickling that retains the original properties of those foods to the greatest extent. Frogs and toads that have not been pickled will rot after not being able to survive for a month. ’”

"It's like witches using cosmetics. Dylan leaned over and discussed with great interest: "Witches use all kinds of essential oils and foundations to wipe their faces, which is the same as the essence of cured meat...... The biggest difference is none other than that one pickles people fragrantly, so that the appearance is retained for a longer time, and the other is pickled food fragrantly, so that the nutrition can be retained for a longer time. ”

Zheng Qing glanced down at the small zongzi in his hand and sighed heavily.

He had no idea why the good talk would jump from the dog in the cat-fruit tree to the witch's cosmetics.