Chapter Thirteen The Second Gentleman Discusses Death

Hearing the professor's teasing, Zheng Qing smiled bitterly.

"I deserve it."

The young public-funded student muttered, and the slender red sky pillar on the Black Prison battlefield flashed through his mind again, as well as the inner castle wall crushed by the sky pillar, and the crumbling figure under the wall, and he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

“Very interesting gift.”

The professor repeated, holding the pot of mushrooms in his hand and bringing it up to the sunlight to take a look: "Did you see it? This is a plant that likes shade. The sunlight will make it curl up its caps and make it covered with red spots..." It will die after being exposed to the sun for a while.”

Zheng Qing stared at the death cap slowly curling up its umbrella cover in the sun without making a sound. The death cap's reaction in the sun is a bit like the reaction of a mimosa after being touched, except that compared to ordinary plants, the magic plant reacts more sensitively. This is in sharp contrast to the changes he has undergone since becoming a wizard.

When he was an ordinary middle school student, he was always extremely sensitive to subtle changes in the outside world; but when he became a wizard and experienced many things, he became a little slow.

It's just that the dean of Jiuyou Academy didn't pay attention to the subtle feelings in the boy's heart. He held up the pot of death hats for other purposes.

"Mushrooms are very special creatures."

The professor carefully looked at the fungi curled up in the sun. After he opened his mouth, he paused and then continued: "They grow in the dark world underground and are always accompanied by the breath of death, but they never really die... From birth to death, To grow again from the decaying corpse...it's an ancient cycle."

cycle.

Zheng Qing inexplicably thought of a snake with its tail in its mouth, and then thought of the fat wizard Seprano from Alpha Academy, and his brother who turned into a pig demon, the cruel scene he saw when he first set foot in the wizarding world.

"But they're really dead."

Zheng Qing interrupted the dean of Jiuyou College anxiously and rudely, his voice a little tired: "Because of my fault, they really died."

"Sorry, I know this is sensitive."

The professor put down the pot of mushrooms and looked at the boy gently: "But I must tell you, death is more complicated than you think... I won't say it is a great adventure, nor will I say it is a new journey. . All I can say is that it is not fixed. Death has a higher meaning for wizards."

"Like this death cap, throughout its time, life and death are intertwined. Sometimes the beginning is the end, and sometimes the end is also a new beginning... A famous man in the era of Charles II in the late seventeenth century The wizard Joseph Granville once said a very famous saying - 'The reason why people die is not because they succumb to angels or to death, but because their will is too weak and they can no longer support themselves to live'. "

"I'm giving it to you today."

"The reason why people are depressed is not because they succumb to angels, nor because they surrender and die, but because their will is not strong enough to support their increasingly powerful souls."

"Anyway, after you recover, you can go to the library to find the answers to these heavy topics yourself."

Having said this, Professor Yao patted the boy's shoulder, and the seriousness on his face disappeared, and he smiled narrowly: "Now, we can definitely talk about something more relaxed...such as the owner of the two pots of flowers, Jiang Classmate Yu, and Councilor Su.”

After pausing for a few seconds, he seemed to remember something again and raised his eyebrows: "If I remember correctly, you have a very good relationship with classmate Elena? I like these girls very much... Of course, the way you like them is different. Same."

Zheng Qing blushed and opened his mouth to defend himself, but was interrupted by the professor's strong gesture.

"I see."

The professor took out his pipe, put it into his mouth, and chuckled: "I was young too... Young people have big hearts and active thinking... But I remind you as a person who has experienced this, that you should act within your ability in everything. , enough is enough... Just like Senator Su, there are not even ten thousand but eight thousand outstanding wizards in the wizarding world who are chasing Senator Su. If they know..."

"It's not what you think." The boy had to raise his voice to interrupt the professor's 'nonsense': "We are innocent!"

The professor blinked and clicked his pipe.

Fur.

He blew out a string of smoke rings and shook his head: "This is boring... Ordinary wizards may not have heard it, but there are so many great wizards present, including the big demon, who can testify to what Senator Su said. I need to call it A few memories? Or do you need me to catch that little fox in front of you? I think it’s called Neptune or Poseidon?”

Zheng Qing was speechless for a moment.

Fortunately this is a ward.

Smoking is not allowed in the ward.

Less than three seconds after Professor Yao blew out the smoke ring, dozens of elves swarmed in, grabbing the old wizard's hair, collar and robe corners, screaming, and threw him out.

This gave the young public-funded students a great relief.

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A group of elves naturally have no ability to throw a legendary wizard out of the ward unless he is willing. Zheng Qing looked at Professor Yao's leaving figure, and suddenly felt that the pressure that had been pressing deep in his heart seemed to have been thrown away by those elves, and he became much more relaxed.

He turned back and looked at the poisonous amanita that the professor had placed on the windowsill, covered in red spots and almost dead.

After a long while, he murmured to himself: "Death...it's so simple...death is not like frying steak, it's the difference between five-point death or seven-point death..."

Snap, snap, snap.

A few brisk claps sounded in my ears.

Zheng Qing was startled. He turned around and found that Mr. Wu had arrived in his ward at some point and was sitting cross-legged on his bed, peeling a plump orange.

When he saw the orange, he immediately smelled the refreshing fragrance that filled the ward.

Noticing the boy's surprised gaze, the gentleman raised the orange in his hand and asked with a smile: "Would you like a piece? It tastes so good, it makes people feel like they have tasted the life after pickling in the sun..."

"gentlemen!"

There was a hint of surprise in Zheng Qing's eyes. He wanted to rush forward, but felt something was wrong. He raised and lowered his arms, looking a little reserved. Compared with him, the shadow under his feet was much more bold. Several slender black shadows stretched out from Zheng Qing's shadow, grabbing the corners of Mr.'s robe like an octopus, and a series of ink dots splashed out from the shadow. , like spring water, very much like the crying scene in cartoons.

Mr. Wu stuffed the last few orange segments into his mouth.

Then he wiped his hands and patted the shadow hanging on the corner of his robe comfortingly.

"Don't worry, you're still free."

After comforting himself, he raised his head and looked at Zheng Qing, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes: "The metaphor just now is good, death is not frying steak... death is death. It is always very, completely, without any discount. It Not romantic at all, but the truest cruelty.”