On the one hand, the outing of the Forbidden Demon Festival is a tradition derived from customs, and on the other hand, it is also a transformation of traditional magic by modern magic in a certain sense, and it is a manifestation of the wizards' yearning for beauty.

In Xiao Xiao's words, this belongs to a change of scenery and a change of mood.

It all stems from the tradition that wizards always like to hide themselves.

For example, names should be hidden, fake names should be rampant, addresses should be hidden, spells should be hidden, which is the foundation of a family, and prescriptions should also be hidden, after all, the disciples of the church starved to death of the master. Wait a minute.

Similar scouting was born in ancient times when witchcraft was difficult, and it was not entirely undesirable. In an era when the number of wizards is sparse and communication is not smooth, this act of hiding oneself can not only ensure one's own safety, but also allow the wizard to maintain as much distraction as possible on the path of truth.

But this unusually conservative habit also creates a cold and lonely attitude of wizards, making them keep a certain distance from anything new and unfamiliar.

With the rise of modern magic, this ancient habit of wizards has gradually improved, but there is no doubt that any revision of tradition will not happen overnight. Wizards like to hide their idiosyncrasies, and it's not uncommon even today.

Just like the situation that Zheng Qing is encountering now.

He was 'gathering' firewood in the grove, but unexpectedly, a strange wizard was hidden among the branches above his head, and coldly warned him:

"Yo, that's not going to work. ”

Zheng Qing raised his head and saw a strange male wizard sitting between the branches of a tree not far above his head. He had brown curly hair, wore the black training robe of the senior year, and sat straddling the horizontal branch, his legs drooping from the sides of the branch, swaying lazily from side to side, not afraid of the shoes on his feet falling off.

This should be the fourth-year guard member that Downton mentioned, the young scholar secretly speculated, and the talisman gun in his hand was slightly loosened.

Before the spring outing, Downton once told everyone that every year when the junior students go out, the school will arrange for the senior students to serve as escorts to ensure everyone's safety. But according to Zhang Jixin's speculation, this kind of guard is more like a restriction, making sure that everyone is doing the right thing in the right place, lest a few bold guys take advantage of the opportunity to sneak out of the school gate and end up losing their lives.

"Are you going to use spells to collect firewood?" The old student sitting on the tree didn't care about the small movements of the junior under his feet, he turned his face sideways, looked at Zheng Qing, raised his right index finger and shook it: "This is not good, this is not good." ”

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Zheng Qing smiled and put away the magic book and talisman gun, and scratched his head pretending to be embarrassed: "I almost forgot, today is the Forbidden Demon Festival...... Get used to it, get used to it. I'm so sorry. ”

"Hush. The old student chuckled: "It's useless to talk to me like this...... If you did use some magic just now, you would be the one who was unlucky in the end, and it had nothing to do with me. I'm just sitting here and giving you a reminder as is customary. ”

Zheng Qing looked at the old student on the tree in disbelief.

Reason told him that the old man was scaring himself, because there had never been anything real to warn him of bad luck with magic on the Forbidden Magic Festival. But his intuition told him that it was more reliable to listen to persuasion. After all, this is a wizard's world, and logic and reason are far less powerful in this world than magic.

Seeing the young wizard's suspicious expression, the old student on the tree nodded contentedly.

"Two pieces of advice for you, and one more piece of advice. The old student straightened his back, with an expression of "you have made a lot of money", and then he raised his head and looked at the scattered young leaves and sparse branches between the branches, and said very briefly:

"Don't cut down the trees in the Silent Forest, it's cursed by the forest. ”

"Don't use spells on Forbidden Days, you'll be cursed by history. ”

"And one more suggestion...... If you want to pick up some firewood for cooking, you can walk a little further along the edge of the forest, and there are some dead trees in the depths of the Soul Poplar Forest. From this point of view, nature has already given us plenty of kindness. ”

Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, but at the same time raised his own doubts.

"These trees all look so lush, how do I know which ones are dead?" Zheng Qing raised his hand and touched the slippery moss on the old tree next to him, grunting.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vibrant landscape, budding vines and slippery moss creeping on the trunks of the trees, and the trees in the forest will not show a pale color even if they die.

"A tree with other plants on it is a dead tree. The old student raised his hand and pointed to a big tree that looked full of life not far away, and said, "There are not so many compromises and coexistence in the forest. Like the rejuvenating poplar, the trunk of which is entwined with vines of immortality, the tree has either been strangled or is about to be strangled. ”

Zheng Qing nodded again and again, took out a small notebook, and wrote it down seriously.

Before leaving, he finally couldn't help it, and looked up at the old student again: "Is that true?...... I mean, it's bad luck to use magic on Forbidden Day, is that true?"

The old student sneered and glanced at the robe on Zheng Qing's body: "The last child who questioned this matter was half of the subjects in the final exam. If you don't believe me, you can try. ”

Of course, Zheng Qing refused to bear such a huge pressure for a trivial matter, and ran away decisively.

When the figure of the young student disappeared into the woods for less than five minutes, another black figure flashed in front of the old student sitting among the branches, with a fresh wooden sword at his feet.

An immortal who stands out of thin air, fluttering like a sword.

"Pay attention to the impact!" The old student sitting on the branch of the tree did not raise his head, and said angrily: "There are dozens of first-grade juniors and sisters one hundred and ten meters away...... If you don't want them to find out that you're using magic on the Forbidden Spirit, don't be so public!"

"Ann, ala, I'm not blind. The black robe standing on the wooden sword waved his hand and made a concave shape: "Look, how about the flying sword that has just been sharpened with the young branches of the Soul Returning Yang?

The old student sitting on the branch raised his head and glanced at his partner with humble eyes: "There is no fairy spirit, but the cheapness is very good." ”

"Tsk, you, why can't you speak so much!" The black robe on the wooden sword was depressed for a moment, and suddenly cheered up again: "By the way, by the way, how many deceived today?

"What is a lie?!" the old student was not happy: "I was a well-intentioned advice! No magic can be used on the Forbidden Demon Festival, this is an old tradition in the wizarding world...... How can it be a deception to persuade younger students to abide by traditions? At best, it is just a white lie. ”

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