"Professor!

Duan Xiaojian, who had run to Uncle Stendhal to ask for a piece of grass, suddenly jumped outside the crowd and shouted loudly. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lower your voice," Downton said disgruntled not far away, "pay attention to the image!"

Onlookers soon revealed a gap that allowed the messenger to pass through the human wall.

Jiang Yu raised his head quickly, his eyes full of expectation.

"Uncle Stendhal said that the latest batch of grass had just budded and that there was no ready-made fruit. Duan Xiaojian squeezed through the crowd and brought bad news to everyone.

Jiang Yu's face suddenly lost its color and turned pale.

"No?" Professor Li frowned.

Zheng Qing glanced at the little witch worriedly, and guessed in his heart that if there was no special herb, the professor would definitely take Li Meng to the school hospital for treatment.

In this way, this trip to Baicao Garden is about to come to an end.

"Where will there be this grass?" he poked Xiao Xiao next to him and inquired, "Can you find it if you wander?"

As a friend of Jiang Yu, he felt that it was his duty to do something.

Especially since she did herself so much a favor not long ago.

Before Xiao Xiao could answer, Duan Xiaojian, who was standing in front of Professor Li, had already spread out his palms and added, "Uncle Stendhal gave me a few leaves, saying that what kind of Migu leaves are also useful, let me give them to you." ”

Professor Li took the leaves.

Jiang Yu on the side showed a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"Maze. The professor smiled again, he corrected Duan Xiaojian's name, and explained to everyone: "These leaves are the leaves of the Misty Wood, and its effect is similar to that of a grass, so it is also suitable for use here. ”

Onlookers were relieved.

"Why are you panting so much when you speak!" Zheng Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.

He wrapped his arms around Duan Xiaojian's neck, strangled him hard, and complained, "You are easy to be beaten in our class like this, you know?"

There was a chuckle from the crowd.

The professor pinched the leaves in his hand, raised his head, looked at Jiang Yu, and comforted: "To be precise, the effectiveness of the leaves of the 'Misty Hub Wood' is much stronger than that of the 'Grass', don't worry." ”

Jiang Yu took a long breath, bit his lip, and nodded heavily.

"Misty?" Zheng Qing poked Xiao Xiao beside him.

Xiao Xiao glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Zheng Qing pretended to have just remembered it, and smiled cheaply: "I forgot that your notebook is not on me...... Of course, you can answer this question when you get out of the garden. ”

"Childish!" Xiao Xiao twitched the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth and explained: "The head of Queshan is called swaggering. There are many laurels and gold and jade on the mountain. There is grass, its shape is like a leek and Qinghua, its name is called Zhu Yu, and the food is not hungry. There is wood, its shape is like a tree and black reason, and its flowers are shining. Its name is called Misty, and it is not fascinated. ”

"Very standard. Hearing this explanation, Professor Li turned his head in surprise, looked at Xiao Xiao, and gave a thumbs up in admiration: "The Great Encyclopedia of Wizards can only give so many definitions...... As per my general requirements in class, you should also be rewarded with one credit. ”

Xiao smiled reservedly, bowed in thanks, and then glanced at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head to carefully observe the professor's handling of the leaves.

"Remember, spells are forbidden in the Herb Garden. ”

After emphasizing, Professor Li took out a white jade mortar from his pocket and threw the few leaves into it.

Zheng Qing remembered Jiang Yu's actions not long ago, and couldn't help but squeeze his eyes at the female squad leader, a trace of blush appeared on Jiang Yu's face, and he didn't make a sound.

The professor seemed to have forgotten what Jiang Yu had used magic to check for Li Meng not long ago, and while grinding carefully, he slowly explained to the students:

"Normally, the 'Misty Wood' leaves are made into accessories by wizards and hung on their bodies to resist the confusion of psychedelic formations, and to be used to navigate the guide, which is quite effective. This is also the most basic way to use the maze wood. ”

"But like all magical plants, wizards can always find a deeper way of working in their long practice. ”

"For example, the maze wood. ”

"Through sufficient experiments and tests, the wizards confirmed that the reason why the tree is 'not confused' is because it has a 'latent spiritual mark', in other words, this plant has spirituality and can anchor the mind of the wizard. ”

"That's how it awakens the unconscious. ”

"Those whose eyes are clear and whose eyes are not clear, those who are dark and have no light are called faint, those who are confused and delirious, and those who are unconscious are called faint. ”

"The misty wood is shining brightly, reflecting the sky, and making a spiritual mark. The mind is set, and it goes away. ”

As he spoke, the leaves in the mortar had been crushed into pulp, and the spirituality in the maze wood had been forced out of the cells by the jade pestle, mixed with fine foam, gathering a pool of dark green juice.

Professor Li took out the glass measuring cup and strainer, filtered out the residue, and poured the remaining small cup of leaf juice directly into Li Meng's mouth.

"Don't you need adjuvant medicine for this recipe?" asked a classmate next to him.

"No, you don't. Professor Li shook his head and added, "Actually, this is not a complete prescription. It's just an illness. Similar to this kind of 'misty cure' symptomatic medicine, the purer the herbs, the more significant the effect. ”

The medicinal juice was poured into his mouth, and in less than a moment, Li Meng's originally empty eyes were a little more bright.

Jiang Yu let out a long breath.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Quiet!" Downton squad leader tried to control the situation at the back of the team again: "Don't mess up, everyone, keep order!"

When the little witch was completely awake, the earth dragon in front of the team had already shook the ground and disappeared between the ridges.

Uncle Stendhal stood by the roadside and beckoned the new students to continue their march deeper into the garden.

"Hurry up, you little ones!" shouted the old schoolman, standing not far in front with a pickaxe, "If you're going to get out of class early, hurry up." ”

The freshmen hurried to move forward under Professor Li's urging.

"Witches don't pass out easily. Zheng Qing walked in the middle of the team, looked at the little witch with her head hanging in the crook of Jiang Yu's arm, and couldn't help laughing: "It's not been a month since school started, and you fainted twice, tsk." ”

He shook his head meaningfully.

Jiang Yu glanced at him in disgust and did not speak.

"Die!" the little witch broke free from her cousin's restraints and pushed the broken-mouthed student towards the side of the road.

Zheng Qing staggered back a few steps, and suddenly felt as if his calf had been hit hard by a hammer, his knee was numb, and he couldn't help screaming, and his bent leg knelt on the ground.

"Eh!" he exclaimed, looking up at the perpetrator.

Not far from him, several tall shrubs were shaking their branches, smashing out something that looked like beans, and with them, knocking several nearby students to the ground.

The beans burst open when they hit the suit, splattering a puddle of paint-like liquid that sticks firmly to the suit. The dragon's leather protective suit made a corrosive sound under the liquid, and puffs of white smoke came out. A foul smell then evaporated and spread in all directions.

The already tense team immediately descended into chaos.

"It's not worry-free!" said Old Man Stendhal hurried to the scene of the accident from the front of the line, quite helpless at the new students who were constantly in trouble: "Can't you just walk in the middle of the road for a while?"

Zheng Qingran smiled, smiled dryly, and lowered his head.

"What the hell is this," Li Meng covered her nose and shouted: "It stinks!"

"Do you know it stinks?" Old Man Stendhal tilted his head, glanced at her, and said, "If you walk honestly on the road, you won't trigger the defense mechanism of these 'Black Leaf Stinky Beans', and you won't have to smell the stench." ”

Li Meng flattened his mouth and did not squeak.

The old gardener chattered as he dug a handful of fresh dirt from the feet of the black-leaved stinky bean plant, poured some water from the copper kettle around his waist, mixed it with the soil, and formed a mud that he smeared on the hazmat suits of several newborn beans.

"Okay," the old man's rough big hand slapped Zheng Qing's calf hard, and shouted, "It'll be fine when the mud is dry." Now, you're on your way!"

"Honestly walk along the middle of the road!"

"Don't do anything more!"

Li Meng hung his head back in Jiang Yu's arm in frustration, looking a little depressed.

Zheng Qing grinned, limped to keep up with the team, and continued to walk deeper into the garden.