The wizards' Lantern Festival is quite similar to the mundane world.
The so-called Datong, the main content of this day is nothing more than lighting lamps, offering sacrifices to gods, praying for blessings, and at most a lively street market lantern parade; while the small difference is that the gods sacrificed by wizards are real and the blessings prayed by wizards are also quite effective.
There are also lights.
In the mundane world, you can't see those beautiful lanterns of different styles chatting with each other, wandering leisurely in the air all night.
In any case, this lively atmosphere ignited by the festival that originated in ancient times has very diluted the anxiety brought to young wizards in the first week of school. Every male witch or witch in the school briefly forgot the final exam results and the homework that can be seen as visible to the naked eye, and squandered everyone's youth on this day.
After the regular meeting tonight.
Zheng Qing planned to visit Dr. Du Zem again as agreed.
Although when she left last night, Jiang Yu said that Zheng Qing could go to the Institute of Abnormal Life alone in the future, tonight, she chose to go with the boys.
However, as the price of accompanying, Zheng Qing had to follow the witch to walk around Beta Town for a long time and look at the newly raised lanterns on Shangyuan Ye. Of course, for safety reasons, although the two of them did not hide their bodies during the whole process, they honestly wore their hoods and covered their faces tightly.
"You really don't have to go there again."
Zheng Qingzhen sincerely advised the witch several times: "It's rare that you can have a good rest one night, don't waste your energy on such trivial matters."
Jiang Yu covered his mouth and yawned a little.
"Looking at the lanterns is also a rest, it's better than staying in the dormitory to do homework."
She had a hint of fatigue in her eyes, but she seemed very interested, and her tone changed the topic lightly: "... Speaking of which, after coming out of the institute last night, I asked my elders about the old things about Dr. Duzem. When Dr. Duzem was in the third grade, he published an important paper related to divine substances as the first author. With this paper, he was invited by the International Youth Alchemist Conference and became the youngest special researcher at the First University at that time..."
"Yes, yes, that's the case."
While suppressing the worry about the witch in his heart, Zheng Qing tried to search for the words that were not reliable in his mind: "I remember that paper called, "What kind of divine nature is the subjugation..."
"On the divine substances and their storage, release and inhibitory mechanisms that appear in the process of subjugation." Jiang Yu kindly made up for his memory for the male witch, and at the same time stuffed the answer to a riddle he had just guessed into the pumpkin lantern that had been following her, causing it to crack its mouth and laughed, as if it was a fire wheel, carrying a row of Mars, rolling towards the distance.
"Yes, that's the name...what happened to this paper?" Zheng Qing let out a sigh of relief, quietly kneaded another riddle that fell from the pumpkin lantern into a ball and threw it into the gap of the stone next to it.
"The second author of this paper is Professor Monteria." Jiang Yu looked back at him and threw out a name that surprised Zheng Qing.
"Professor Monteria?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but open his eyes wide: "Our professor of magic literature, vice dean of the Fringe College, Professor Monteria? He has also written such papers?"
"I was shocked when I just learned this news." The witch looked curvy and seemed very happy to see the boy's surprise: "But considering that bloodline research and alchemy originally belonged to two adjacent fields, many famous bloodlines were even completed by alchemy, so this kind of cross-field cooperation seems to be very reasonable..."
In the distance, vague, peaceful and melodious music came from the end of the street. Along with the sound of the music, there was a faint fragrance everywhere, attracting the attention of many people on the street.
Zheng Qing stretched his neck and saw some wizards wearing yellow robes forming a long team, dancing the sacrificial dance, and slowly walking across the streets.
They wore rough wooden masks on their heads and were dressed in large, quirky styling robes.
"Is there anything at Atlas going tonight?" Jiang Yu also stood on tiptoe and looked over there.
Zheng Qing shook his head in confusion: "I only know that there seems to be a parade in the wizards in the North District. The wizards who initiated the 'Please Give Me a Frog' last semester, for the reason to celebrate their victory in the 'resistance' and the establishment of the Fringe Academy. However, those parades seem to be held within the four academies. If the institution is in the atrium, it should be held in the atrium, around Linzhong Lake... Fatty Xin should be on the scene now."
"Those lunatics." The witch muttered.
But I don’t know whether it is the radicals who support the ‘Please Give Me a Frog’ movement or the religious believers in Atlas.
Zheng Qing nodded in agreement: "In addition to religious rituals such as Luotian Grand Ceremony, Resurrection Mass, Three Buddhist Associations, etc., I really couldn't think of any activities, which required these yellow robes to come to Beta Town for... "
"Taiyi!"
"Taiyi!"
The prayer sounds in the parade were approaching, and most of the words were in ancient and elegant sounds. Even the general consciousness array that covered the entire Bouji Island could not be translated. There were only a few words that could be clearly captured by him.
"Taiyi?"
Zheng Qing chewed this word and subconsciously thought of the huge figure standing tall and able to fight against the Xuanhuang hanging between the sky and the earth when the Battle of Black Prison was about to end.
I thought of the low and firm voice - my name, Taiyi!
I thought of the huge skeleton named "Ju Ling San" and the bone relic between the skeleton's eyebrows - I remembered the fat mouse who dissipated all flesh and blood, turned into a bone relic, and gave her daughter a glimmer of life.
Ah, has time been so long?
The young wizard tried hard to recall the scene that seemed to be clear but already blurred in his mind, and a feeling flashed through his mind.
Unfortunately, before he could recall more details, the parade suddenly turned a corner not far from them and entered another street.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see the figures of the Dingdang brothers and Zhu Si in the parade.
The noise was silent and the bustling was gone, and the rich fragrance of flowers and plants gradually drifted away with the sound of prayers. The festive atmosphere of the whole street seemed to be swept by the parade and poured into another street.
"Did you see it?" He asked the witch unconsciously.
“What did you see?”
"Zhu Si...and the ear brothers."
"No, but it's not surprising that even if they appear in the team, Zhu Si has always liked to be lively. The two mice also like to get close to her... Well, this little orange lamp is very beautiful!"