It said, "Dahua Si Nai! Peach pursed waist view! (The great mage has arrived! It's important to escape!)
Ling Si Feng said, "What?" But that thing had already walked away from him and ran unsteadily across the ancient lawn.
So Lingsifeng sat down and stared at the air for ten seconds, then screamed and ran desperately.
He ran all the way to his room in the library. This room is not very good, its main function is actually to store old furniture, but this is his home.
There is a wardrobe standing in front of a dimly lit wall. It's not the modern thing, it's only meant to make a terrified adulterer avoid her husband who comes home early. The wardrobe in the Lingsi Feng room has been in use for quite some time, made of oak, and the night is usually pitch black. In its dusty depths, there are clothes hangers lurking and thriving, and on its floor, there are groups of worn-out shoes swimming freely. It is likely a secret passage leading to some wonderful world, but unfortunately no one has ever explored it because the smell of camphor balls is unbearable.
There is a brass wooden box on top of the wardrobe, wrapped in yellowed paper and an old dust cover. Its name is luggage. Why would the suitcase agree to let Lingsifeng be its owner? Only it knows, and its mouth is very strict; But one thing can be certain, in the entire history of all travel goods, there probably hasn't been a single item like a suitcase that has had so many secrets and experienced such severe physical harm. It is described as half a box and half a bloodthirsty madman. It possesses many unusual qualities, some of which will soon become apparent, but currently there is only one thing that makes it stand out from other wooden boxes wrapped in brass - it snores and sounds like someone is slowly sawing wood.
A suitcase may be magical, it may be scary, but deep in its mysterious soul, it is connected to every box in the multidimensional universe - every winter, they all like to hibernate on top of the wardrobe.
Ling Sifeng tapped the box with a broom until the sound of sawing wood suddenly stopped. He came to the wicker box containing bananas again - this was his dressing table - and put all kinds of scraps into his pocket, then turned around and walked towards the door. He noticed that his mattress was missing, but it didn't matter because he had no intention of sleeping on it anymore, never.
The suitcase fell to the ground with a loud thud. A few seconds later, it carefully stretched out hundreds of pink short legs, swaying back and forth, stretching each leg, and finally opened the lid of the box and yawned.
Are you coming or not
The lid slammed shut with a loud bang. The suitcase cleverly moved each foot, arranged and combined in a row, finally facing the door, and then chased after its owner.
The atmosphere in the library remains tense, with occasional rustling of iron chains or dull crackling of book pages. Ling Sifeng reached under the table and grabbed the librarian who was still curled up in the blanket.
Come with me, I said
Yes - the head
I'll buy you a glass of wine. "Lingsifeng took a desperate gamble.
The librarian is like a spider with only four legs, immediately stretching out, 'Right - head?'
Lingsifeng almost dragged the gorilla out of the library from its nest. He didn't walk towards the school gate, but aimed at an inconspicuous stone wall. The only special feature here is a few loose stones, but for two thousand years, it has been providing convenience for students who need to sneak out of the dormitory after turning off the lights. As he was walking, Lingsifeng suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing the librarian to bump into his back, followed closely by his suitcase, which collided with them.
Yes - the head
Oh, the gods are above, "Lingsi Fengdao said," Look over there
Right - the head
A shimmering black tide emerged from a grille near the kitchen. The starlight of dusk shines on millions of small black carapace.
But what makes people restless is not the appearance of this large group of cockroaches, the key is the way they move - one hundred in each row, advancing together. Of course, cockroaches, like other informal residents in universities, are a bit unusual, but the sound of countless small feet neatly stepping on the slate is indeed particularly unpleasant.
Lingsifeng cautiously crossed the moving cockroach column. The librarian leaped by.
The suitcase also followed, but the commotion was naturally louder, similar to someone dancing tap dance on potato chips.
Lingsifeng finally escaped from the university with all the insects and all the panicked little mice. Of course, the suitcase was forced to take a detour through the gate, because letting it go through the secret passage would only make a hole in the wall. Ling Sifeng calculated that if drinking a few glasses of beer in a peaceful manner does not help oneself, then drinking a few more glasses is likely to be effective. Anyway, this move is definitely worth a try.
That's why he didn't go to the lobby for dinner. Subsequent events will prove that this was the most important meal he missed in his life.
Following the university wall forward, accompanied by a faint "jingle", a claw hook hung on the wall stack. After a moment, a slender figure dressed entirely in black gently jumped into the campus. It ran towards the direction of the hall without a sound and quickly disappeared in the shadows.
Anyway, no one will notice it. On the other side of the campus, the Grand Master is walking towards the school gate. Every time his feet landed on the pebbles, the blue sparks crackled, evaporating the evening dew cleanly.
The room is extremely hot. There is a large fireplace on one side of the hall, almost emitting incandescent light. Witches are very afraid of the cold, so the wood is burned very vigorously, and the hot air sprayed out by the flames even melted the candle twenty feet away, and even the varnish on the long table was heated up with bubbles. The air at the banquet was filled with the burning blue of tobacco leaves, twisted into various strange forms by the magic flowing around. On the main table, the entire body of a roasted pig appeared extremely displeased, as it refused to wait for it to finish eating the apple in its mouth before slaughtering it. In addition, the university model of butter is gently sinking down, turning into a greasy mess.
There are many beers in the hall. Everywhere you can see wizards with rosy cheeks, joyfully singing ancient toast songs, while also patting each other's knees and shouting "Roar!" and "Roar!". The only possible excuse for such behavior is that the wizards are all single and can only try to find some fun for themselves.
There is another reason for this overall cheerful atmosphere, which is that no one is currently planning to kill anyone. This is really unusual in the magic circle.
The circle of high-level wizards is a perilous place. Every wizard will try their best to take down their fellow beings above, while also ruthlessly trampling on the fingers of those below. Some people say that wizards have a healthy sense of competition in their nature, which means that the fat sawing fish is born a little hungry. However, the wizard wars that once erupted were too brutal, leaving entire areas of the disc-shaped world uninhabitable. As a result, wizards were prohibited from using magic to resolve disputes - not only because it would cause trouble for everyone, but also because it was often difficult to distinguish which remaining fat mass was the winning side. So traditionally, the methods of wizards are nothing more than daggers, chronic poisons, scorpions in shoes, and various witty traps - such as razor sharp pendulums.
However, tonight is the night of the little fairy, and killing one's own wizard brother on this day is considered extremely despicable. Therefore, for now, wizards feel at ease to release their heads without worrying about someone strangling them to death.
The principal's seat is vacant. Wei Dafan dined alone in the study, which was a very appropriate behavior for him - just earlier today, various immortals had a serious discussion with a high-level wizard who understood the situation, and finally elected him as the principal. Despite living for eighty years, Wei Dafan couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and the second chicken didn't move much.
He will have to give a speech in a few minutes. When Wei Dafan was young, he searched for magical powers in various strange places - he fought against demons in shining eight yuan talismans, gazed at many dimensions that humans should not know, and even silenced the subsidy committee of the Underworld University - there was nothing more terrifying in the Eight Heavens than this one: about two hundred wizards looked up at you eagerly through the smoke of cigarettes.
The ceremonial officials will soon come to call him. Wei Da sighed, took a sip of the unpasteurized pudding, and stood up to walk to the huge mirror. He rummaged through his robe pocket and found a few sticky notes.
After a while, he finally sorted out some order and cleared his throat.
My fellow brothers, "he began to rehearse," I can't express how much - er, how much... the fine traditions of this ancient university... er... when I look around and see the portraits of the former presidents... "He stopped, reorganized his notes, and then looked much more confident." Tonight, as I stand here, I can't help but think of stories about three legged vendors and... er, the daughters of merchants. This merchant seems to be
Someone knocked on the door.
Come in! "Wei Da shouted loudly, then carefully examined his notes.
This merchant, "he murmured," that merchant, yes, this merchant has three daughters. I think so. Yes, it's three. It seems
He looked in the mirror and then turned around.
He opened his mouth and said, 'Who are you?'
Then he realized that there are still things in this world that are more terrifying than speeches.
The small black figure sneaked through the empty hallway, hearing sounds but not paying much attention. In areas where magic is often practiced, unpleasant movements are quite common. This figure is searching for something. It is not sure what it is looking for, but it is certain that once it finds itself, it will understand.
A few minutes later, its search led it to Wei Da's room. The air was filled with circles of grease, and small particles of cigarette ash floated gently with the airflow. There were also many burn marks on the floor, all in the shape of footprints.
This figure shrugged. The things in the wizard's room are always confusing. It caught a glimpse of its countless shadows in the shattered mirror, so it tidied up its hood and continued searching.
It acts as if listening to some silent guidance. It walked straight towards the table at the other end of the room without any footsteps. There is a slightly worn leather box on the table, tall and round. It tiptoed closer and gently lifted the lid of the box.
The sound coming from inside seemed to be someone speaking across several layers of carpet: Finally here. Why are you procrastinating like this?
I mean, how did all of this start? I mean, in the past, those were all real wizards, without any level of distinction. They just had to walk out and - cleanly. Bang
In the dimly lit "Broken Drum" tavern, one or two customers anxiously looked up and around. They are all newcomers to the city. The regulars in the tavern never pay attention to sudden noises, whether they are moans or the creaking of the scenery. This approach is more conducive to physical and mental health. In some parts of the city, curiosity not only kills cats, but also ties a few pieces of lead to their feet and throws them into the river.
There was an empty table of wine glasses displayed in front of Lingsifeng, and his hands were swinging back and forth on the glasses, not very steady. He has almost forgotten about cockroaches now. As long as he has another drink, he might be able to throw the mattress out of the blue.
Hmph! A fireball! Hmph! Disappeared completely! Hmph! - Sorry
The librarian carefully picked up his beer glass and moved it beyond the range of Lingsifeng's arm.
True magic, "Lingsifeng let out a burp.
Yes - the head
Ling Sifeng stared at the foam in the cup, then leaned down and poured some beer into a plate. He was extremely cautious when performing this action because he was worried that his head would fall off his neck. The wine is for the suitcase, and it's hidden under the table, which makes Lingsifeng very pleased. It often sneaks close to drinkers, scaring them and forcing them to feed it potato chips, which makes Lingsifeng lose face.
Lingsi Feng was lost in thought, unsure where the fast train of his thoughts had gone off track.
Where was I
Right - head, "the librarian reminded him.
That's right, "Lingsifeng's face cleared." They don't have any level or rank, you know. In those days, they even had a great mage. They explored the world and found new spells -
He dipped his fingers in a pool of beer and began scribbling on the stained and scarred wooden tabletop.
One of Lingsi Feng's mentors once gave him the following test sentence: "If his understanding of magic theory is terrible, then when it comes to describing his magic practice, you will find yourself speechless." Lingsi Feng has never understood this sentence. Do you really need to be good at magic to become a wizard? He strongly opposes this viewpoint. Deep down in his heart, he knew he was a wizard. Whether one is good at magic or not has nothing to do with it. That's just an additional benefit, it doesn't really define a person.
When I was a child, "his tone was not melancholic," I saw a picture of a great mage in this book. He stood on the mountaintop waving his arms, and the waves surged up. You know, it was like when the wind was strong in Anke Bay, and there was lightning and thunder all around him -
Right - the head
I don't know why, maybe he was wearing rain boots, "Ling Sifeng impatiently responded and continued speaking in a daze.
And he also has a wand and a hat on his head, just like mine. His eyes seem to be shining, and there's something that looks like a flash coming out of his fingertips. I just thought, one day I'll do the same, and -
Right - the head
Half of it, then
Yes - the head
It's amazing