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Emperor Xiu, also known as 'Bu Worry Wood', helps people to calm their minds and recuperates calmly.

There are clouds in ancient books, mountains with few rooms, and hundreds of plants and trees are into a thousand (qun). There is a wood on it, its name is Emperor Xiu, the leaves are like poplars, its branches are five, the yellow flowers are black and solid, and the servant is not angry. It means that there is a kind of wood on Mt. Shomuro called 'Teiyu', and its leaves are similar in shape to poplar leaves, and the branches of the tree stretch out in all directions, and the yellow flowers bear black fruits, and if you take it, you can calm people and not get angry.

Because of this effect, modern wizards have included it in the 'soothing nerves' category. The character of this shrub is similar to its role in pharmacy, very gentle and humble.

But under nature's competitive rules of survival of the fittest, a humble plant is not a plant that can adapt to the environment. The seeds of many vines, vines, and grasses thrive in its root system with the mildness of the Emperor Xiu wood, and overbearing the nutrients that originally belonged to the Emperor Xiu.

It's like a taste of thorns.

Zheng Qing was very skeptical that if it weren't for the protective cultivation of the wizards, perhaps this magical ancient tree would have disappeared into the long river of history.

When Old Man Stendhal handed out small bamboo baskets to everyone, the duo who went to the Gobi Desert to catch the 'Running Rabbit' had already returned with the thin-stemmed plant with yellow flowers and red leaves.

The old gardener went to receive the spoils with a smile on his face, and Professor Li Qihuang took the opportunity to gather everyone together and re-emphasize discipline in the garden.

"Do you remember what I said to you before I entered the garden?" The professor's gaze slowly skimmed over the young and excited faces in front of him, and raised his voice slightly: "When you enter the garden: first, you must listen to the teacher's instructions, second, do not move, and third, listen to the teacher's instructions and do not move!"

"Did you do it?" his warning-looking gaze paused slightly on several faces.

Many people bow their heads in a weak heart.

"Now, Uncle Stendhal has assigned you a task. Professor Li frowned and reluctantly added, "Although I don't recommend using newcomers who have just entered the school to do field work, since there is no opinion on the garden side, then I hope you can show the qualities that an excellent nine people should have." ”

"There is no faith!"

"Yes. "The students were scattered responders.

"Huh?" Professor Li raised his eyebrows and asked again, "Do you have confidence?"

"Yes!" This time the answer was unusually crisp, neat, and full of energy.

The professor nodded in satisfaction and wanted to leave.

Zheng Qing seized the opportunity to raise his hand and shook it vigorously.

A few classmates next to him quickly made room for him to play.

"Questions?" Professor Li's tone softened again.

"Yes. Zheng Qing glared at the few dead friends who were immortal and poor classmates, nervously pulled the stupid hair on the top of his head, and asked, "Why don't you use magic in the garden?"

"I mean, spells or magic tools should go a long way in making us more productive. He explained for a moment, and then threw out a puzzle that had plagued him for a long time: "I think Uncle Stendhal's hoe seems to be able to be turned into many tools, isn't this magic?"

"Good. Professor Li was always appreciative of valuable questions, straightened up, looked around with some seriousness, and reiterated the discipline first: "This classmate mentioned magic, which is very good, so I will be strict with discipline again." ”

"Any, unauthorized, magic is forbidden to appear in the Herb Garden. ”

Zheng Qing pouted, that is to say, the old gardener's pickaxe has been allowed.

As if sensing some resentment from the students, Professor Li organized the language and gave a complete explanation to everyone:

"There are a total of 136,927 herbs in the garden, and there are 372 herbs in the medicine garden in this environment where we are. ”

"Every herb is a precious life and a fragile existence. ”

"Students who are familiar with the preparation of potions should have a doubt. ”

"Why don't we use magic to grind the powder, but use a clumsy and heavy mortar, a pestle, and even different types of knives to work slowly?"

"Because magic can interfere with the properties of the powder. ”

"It's like a drop of ink falling into a basin of pure water, and even though you can't see the change in the color of the water, the water is really polluted. ”

"You must remember that you should never use magically tainted materials to concoct potions!" Professor Li accentuated his tone, giving an example:

"More than a hundred years ago, at the beginning of the twentieth century in the White Ding calendar, the great wizard of Cimberia Tunguska caused a terrible accident because he used sifting magic to purify the 'blue fluorescence' and concoct the 'Final Fantasy'. That terrible explosion was comparable to the devastating spell 'Magabharata'. ”

"The sky is full of strange splendour, as if it were a conversion to the Holy Spirit, and only a thousand suns can compete with it!"

"So, you must, must, don't use magic with your potion materials. ”

Professor Li glanced at the somewhat frightened crowd and said with a smile: "Of course, you don't need to worry too much. The accident was brewed by a research team. At your level, a potion made with magically contaminated materials will at best lose its effect and will not cause upheaval. ”

"The ban on magic in the Herb Garden is a reference to this idea. ”

"It's tough, but it's as risk-averse as possible. ”

"Well, Mr. Li said it very well. "Uncle Stendhal appeared outside the crowd at some point. He clapped his hands, ordered everyone to disperse to the field, and shouted: "Each person has a ridge, remember to deal with it!"

"Put the thorns that have been plucked out into the little baskets that have been given to you, and do not throw them away. As long as this little thing is touched by the earth, it will not give up its efforts to take root in the soil!"

Xin Fatzi and Zhang Jixin grabbed their respective small bamboo baskets and joined the ranks of the weed-pulling army with blank faces.

Zheng Qing followed Xiao Xiao, pulling weeds while listening to this encyclopedia explaining all kinds of strange herbs and insects.

In this medicinal field, in addition to the taste of thorns, there are many magical plants growing messily.

I pulled out the grass for a long time, I was tired, and I looked around, but there was no supervisor.

The sun was shining so brightly all the time.

It's a great weather for sleeping.

Zheng Qing found a shady place, sat on the ground, and took out the book of Mankiw's "Principles of Rune Construction" from his backpack, intending to rest for a while.

Although he had not yet made an appointment with Yelena to tutor the talisman class, Zheng Qing decided to face it with the most positive attitude.

Therefore, whenever he has time recently, he has worked hard to remediate the basic theoretical knowledge of talismans.

"What's the use of this morning glory?" said Fat Xin's voice in surprise.

Zheng Qing turned his head and saw Fat Xin pick up a small pink flower on the edge of the ridge, hold it up and ask loudly.

"Don't!" Professor Li was shocked, but he couldn't stop it.

Fat Xin was so frightened that he hurriedly threw away the flowers in his hand, and after a while, he didn't feel any discomfort.

"It's dying again. Zheng Qing rubbed his face weakly, very doubtful that the classmates in the class could survive safely in this dangerous magical world for four years.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a bowl of flowers. The old gardener waved his hand with a smile not far away, showing that he didn't care: "And that flower is not enough, the effect is only a week at most." ”

"Bowl flowers, a week!" the fat man's face immediately turned green.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Uncle Stendhal turned over a piece of hard mud under his feet, smashed it with a hoe, got up and smiled: "This flower will only take effect tomorrow, you eat more tonight, and it will be over after a few days." Young man, what are you afraid of about this? ”

The fat man hung his head and did not talk.

Under Xiao Xiao's explanation, Zheng Qing suddenly realized.

This small pink flower, like the brambles, is also an herb for controlling emotions. It's just that compared to the small grasses that can only leave a pungent smell after being crushed, the powerful curse that the ancestor of the bowl flower has imposed on his own bloodline.

Any unauthorized flower picking will result in a loss of control over the opponent's balance function for a certain period of time. In layman's terms, it means that your hands will tremble afterwards.

For wizards, the most common loss of control is bowling.

After picking this flower, it is easy for the shaman to let those fragile porcelain fall to the floor when serving tea and pouring water for dinner.

The 'hand' here is the hand in the broad sense of the word, so even the cursed wizard in the spell can't avoid this risk by using the spell to serve tea and eat.

"But that flower does look like it's just a morning glory!" On the way after school, Fat Xin was still haunted by this incident and complained indignantly.

"I look like it. Zheng Qing patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao next to him: "What's the difference between a bowl flower and a morning glory?"

"Go through the Wizarding Encyclopedia by yourself. Xiao Xiao became more and more helpless at this gaze: "The bowl flowers, like morning glory and trumpet flowers, are all from the eggplant Xuan flower family - in fact, in addition to the actual effect, they are not much different in appearance, but the color of the bowl flower is light, and it takes a long time to become a flower, about thirty years or so to bloom once." ”

"Thirty years!" Zheng Qing looked incredulous: "What's the use of it?

"It's useless, it's just that this flower is a necessary trace ingredient for the preparation of 'Beauty Pill'. Xiao Xiao glanced at the fat man Xin: "Generally speaking, a mature flower can assist in the preparation of a furnace of medicine, and the value, how to say, varies from person to person." ”

"Haha, didn't the old gardener say it, the flowers are not ripe!" The fat on the fat man's face jumped, and he immediately changed the topic: "Speaking of which, do you want to go to the alchemy class tomorrow morning?" I heard from the senior senior that the old professor who teaches alchemy usually only shows up in the first class, and the subsequent courses will be handed over to his teaching assistant. ”

"Why are you going if you don't go to class?" Xiao Xiaohu looked at the fat man suspiciously.

The fat man snorted and didn't answer.

"I can't. Zheng Qing followed behind the two listlessly, and lamented: "Tomorrow Friday, Saturday the day after tomorrow, I have to go on patrol on Saturday." If you are caught skipping class on Friday, you will be called to the office on Saturday. ”

"Yes. Xin Fatzi looked at him sympathetically, and his tone was full of happiness: "Who called your public scholarship!"