The white animal bones made a slight crackling sound in the red flames.
Slender lines are carved out by magic. They are the projections left in the three-dimensional world after the time and space dimensions are burned by the magic flames.
Every line represents a possibility.
What the fortune teller does is to look at and identify the greatest possibility.
Xiao Xiao wiped the snowflakes on his lenses, lowered his head again, and continued to carefully examine the lines on the animal bones. He tried to rely on the power of fate to find a way home for everyone.
It's difficult.
Even though he is the best fortune teller among his peers, he is still only a first-year student at the First University, a fortune teller with limited abilities who has not yet obtained the registration certificate.
The only thing he can confirm now is that fate has not punished young and reckless wizards like them in this strange world. The straight and smooth lines on the animal bones are the best proof.
This means there will be no more twists and turns on their journey home.
The fortune teller's eyes continued to extend along with those lines, his spirit kept rising in the jumping flames, and he looked around with a perspective that transcended the dimensional lines, like a groundhog that got out of a hole in the ground, stood up, and looked around.
He saw that the void was filled with colorful patches, including quiet and profound blue, fiery and exploding red, majestic gold, radiant cyan, and so on.
Huge color blocks spread across the entire sky, forming a thick barrier; the different color blocks are intertwined, but distinct. The same thing is that all the color blocks exude a terrifying aura, which makes the young fortune teller's gaze
Feeling a twinge of pain.
These should be the traces left by the indigenous gods on Kela Mountain, Xiao Xiao guessed in his heart as he recalled the history of Kela Mountain mentioned by Zheng Qing.
I just don’t know if those color blocks are the relics after the war between the gods, or the traces of the spells cast by the gods to expel mortals.
He endured the stinging pain in his eyes, opened his eyes wide, and searched among the colorful patches. After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a vague outline from those winding and outlined lines - that was
A chicken, a harp and a huge head that took up less than half of the sky.
When he realized that the head should belong to a giant, the head slowly turned, opened its dark eyes, and looked over.
The young fortune teller shouted and fell from the colorful world.
"Wake up, wake up!"
A familiar shout came to Xiao Xiao's ears, and then he felt something hard being stuffed into his mouth - it was the rim of a pottery bowl - and the spicy liquid was forced into his stomach.
The wizard coughed violently and struggled to open his eyes.
The moon above the head has not yet set, but has just moved towards the horizon; the night is still dark, and the wind on the top of the mountain is carrying the snowflakes on the ridge, whistling, hovering around the young wizards, bringing a biting chill.
The magical flame in front of the fortune teller has not been extinguished, but the animal bones that were originally rolling in the flames have become pitch black, and the lines on them cannot be seen clearly.
Fatty Xin held his arm and held a bowl of magic potion in his hand.
"Drink quickly," the fat man's light blue skin seemed to glow under the moonlight, making people have the urge to poke something: "...the hot potion prepared by this master on the spot will definitely wake you up.
Brain refreshment!”
Xiao Xiao twitched the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a labored laugh from his throat, which sounded like a cat snoring.
"Hot potion," he raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "I have never heard of such a low-quality potion. Don't tell me this is your first time to prepare this kind of potion... Where are my glasses?"
The fat man smiled and poured the remaining potion into Xiao Xiao's mouth: "There is a first time for everything... Don't worry, there won't be any big problems."
Next to him, another pair of hands placed a pair of glasses on the bridge of the little wizard's nose.
"Your glasses." After Zhang Jixin put on Xiao Xiao's glasses, he habitually pressed the frame, almost crushing the bridge of Xiao Xiao's nose: "When you were out of body just now, your body shook randomly and shook it on the ground.
...It’s stained with some muddy water, I’ve cleaned it up for you.”
Xiao Xiao muttered with tears in his eyes and said thank you.
Only then did Zheng Qing have the opportunity to ask Xiao Xiao about the divination results: "Did you see it? What should we do next?"
Xiao Xiao quickly swallowed the remaining potion in the bowl and exhaled a cloud of suspicious light red gas.
"Is that bean still there?" He watched the red gas being torn apart by the night wind, and then turned his attention to Zheng Qing: "I think I know how to get home."
"Douzi?" Zheng Qing looked puzzled: "I have been feeling this for a long time, but there is no reaction?"
Since going up the mountain, the green bean has never left Zheng Qing's hand. But maybe it was because he was on the top of the mountain of Kela. No matter how much he stretched his ears, he didn't hear any whispers in his ears.
.
Without the historical echo deep in the mountains, it is naturally impossible to find the way home through 'communication' with the mountains.
Zheng Qing was about to give up this option.
"Have you tried planting that bean?" Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, touched the bridge of his nose that seemed to be crushed, and asked angrily.
Plant it!
Zheng Qing suddenly woke up.
He immediately opened the Dharma book and directed several thick vines to dig out a pit in the hard snow on the top of the mountain. He threw the round and plump green beans into the pit, then cultivated the soil, fertilized it, and watered it.
During this process, Xiao Xiao described to his companions what he saw and heard during the divination ceremony, the colorful blocks of color, the huge head outlined by light, the harp and the chicken.
Especially the last few clues point very clearly to the same conclusion.
"Jack and the Beanstalk!" Zhang Jixin suddenly realized that even though his mind was as tall as his own, he had heard of this fairy tale that is familiar to children in the wizarding world: "The magic vine that reaches the sky!"
It's just that the beans were buried in the soil, but they didn't break out of the soil and grow up as quickly as the young wizards expected.
The young hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team waited impatiently and talked about whether, like Jack, they need to sleep for the magic vine to grow, or whether they should use a 'cultivate the seedlings' spell, or whether
Does growing magic beans require the assistance of a magic circle?
At this time, Zheng Qing felt his tail being pulled.
He lowered his head. At some point, Zhu Si left Jiang Yu's arms and came to his side. He was staring curiously at the mound where the magic beans were buried.
"This is the land blessed by the gods." As soon as the little witch spoke, Zheng Qing knew that it was another 'Zhu Si' who was speaking. She leaned into the wizard's ear and whispered: "...Only watered with the blood of the gods
, so that it can break the shackles of this land."
Zheng Qing does not have the blood of gods.
But he felt that since the blood stained with the forbidden curse was good at breaking the rules, it would not be difficult to break through the constraints of this land.
So he took out a silver-handled knife from his pocket - which he usually used to cut herbs in Potions class - and cut open the palm of his hand.
The bright red blood quickly spread over the skin and formed a small pool of rich color in the palm of his hand, which looked like a clear ruby.
The wizard clenched his palm, crushed the ruby and scattered it.
The blood seeped into the soil quickly.
After a while.
A tender green ivy broke out of the ground, circling, intertwining with each other, and soaring into the sky. The clouds lingering around the top of Mount Kela from beginning to end, those leisurely clouds, seemed like snow burned by the scorching sun, with pointed peaks.
Shouting and retreating into the distance.
The cool moonlight spreads all over the world.
The ivy stretches straight upward, eventually disappearing into the darkness and starlight of the night.