Zheng Qing turned his head and looked over the swaying shadows of the trees, as if he had seen a few rising fireworks, and there were a few vague numbers in it.
This made him feel as if he saw the stage at the foot of Lishan.
"I don't know how many points Zhang Shuzhi got."
He murmured and withdrew his gaze, looking at the witch who also raised his head, and finally remembered the incident when she was interrupted by Tushan Chujiu in the first round of acting: "...How many points can you get after your acting is interrupted by Tushan?"
"No score." The witch replied lightly.
This answer immediately made the witch much more awake.
His thoughts immediately returned to reality from the previous "streets, small roads, walks and chats", and recalled the identity of the witch and the nature of the spring hunt in Shanglinyuan.
I remembered the early departure of the two.
"Is it okay?" he couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"What?"
The witch stopped and pulled up a string of golden unknown small flowers from the bushes next to her. Zheng Qing noticed that the small flowers were quickly folding their petals.
"Does it matter if you can't get the score for the acting style?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Then you bring me out directly. What about the subsequent competition? You should only participate in the third round of the challenge... Wouldn't you blame me if you don't participate in the first and second rounds?"
Today's competition is divided into three rounds. The first round of exercises is used to assess the young wizard's understanding of magic; the second round of "Three Kills and Three Grades" tests the wizard's mastery of sacrifices by killing and decomposing prey; the third round of challenge each other to determine the final ranking of the young wizards.
"It's okay...I've got what I want most."
The witch tweaked her long hair that fell from her ears and put the garlands she had just woolen on her head. The little flowers that had just pretended to be dead bloomed one after another under the stimulation of magic, which was extremely amazing:
"And you have caused such a big trouble on the stage. Leaving early to avoid the limelight will benefit everyone. I also need to prepare dinner. As for other links... Shanglinyuan Chunshou is a place where a group of young witches and witches have a friendship. The main purpose of the second round of the third killing and third rank is to allow the children of aristocratic families to show their sacrificial skills and abilities. It has nothing to do with you. However, at the spring hunting party at night, you will meet some interesting friends, which can increase your knowledge and be worth going to."
After analyzing it, I seemed to have said a lot, but I vaguely avoided the core question of "Will the family blame her?"
Zheng Qing stared at the witch's garland, bit her tongue, and chose to change the angle and ask again: "On the stage... I mean, will you give up on Tushan Chujiu, what will happen?"
He was waiting for the answer with some anxiety.
I was afraid of hearing bad answers such as "the division of magic resources decreased", "the ranking of aristocratic families decreased", "lost a lot of money", etc. If I just lost money, Zheng Qing thought he still had some repayment ability, but if it was involved in the dispute between the wizard family, then he was really powerless.
"The consequence?" The witch hugged her arms and thought carefully for a moment: "Well... maybe it's because the family is not very good-looking?"
"That's it?" Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
The witch looked at him with a smile: "For a family, face is a concept that is more important than interest. This situation actually comes from those legendary or higher-level wizards. For them, there is nothing worth pursuing in this world. It is difficult for the two strong to fight against each other. Only 'take the face' can slightly determine the outcome. Therefore, the big people value face very much. After passing it down, the family will gradually value face more."
"Then you..." Zheng Qing's heart suddenly rose.
"Me? I took you away from the Crescent Lake, why would my family blame me? They are so proud of their face today!" Speaking of this, Jiang Yu blinked and suddenly showed a hint of embarrassment: "It's because you... I was taken away by me today, I'm afraid Member Su won't let you go easily... You have to be mentally prepared."
Zheng Qing's heart just put down because of her previous sentence, and then tightened again because of her next sentence. He felt that his heart seemed to be on a roller coaster, rising and falling, making him feel a little relieved.
"Okay, it shouldn't matter."
Zheng Qing smiled dryly and guessed with no confidence: "Didn't you say that Qingqiu and Tushan have a bad relationship? I treat the big fox of Tushan's family like that today... she should be satisfied, right?"
"Are you talking about pinching the tail of Senior Sister Tushan?" The witch raised her eyebrows, as if she was not satisfied with the boy's answer.
Zheng Qing coughed twice.
"I didn't mean it... that was a necessary method." The boy tried his best to defend himself. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the white jade playing with in the witch's hand. He had a sudden inspiration and changed the subject very stiffly: "Well, I almost forgot to ask you... The transformation technique you used today is so powerful, haven't you turned it into a cat yet?"
He pointed to the cat-shaped white jade in the witch's hand.
Earlier on the stage, the witch's technique of combining transformation techniques and bondage spells was extremely amazing, leaving a very deep impression on Zheng Qing.
"Is this? Different."
Jiang Yu snorted, gently letting go of the male witch's move to change the topic. His wrist trembled slightly, and a small bottle fell from his sleeve, which contained a few drops of dragon-shaped blood chasing and fighting:
"This is Mao Long's essence and blood. During the day, I borrowed external forces and took advantage of tricks to use Mao Long's essence and blood to perform the transformation technique. It is not really that powerful... Dragon blood has very powerful magic and infectious power... You can understand that when we were practicing the second-level battle formation, we borrowed the Bofu's essence and blood to truly develop the second-level state, or you can also understand it as directional deformation technique. The general principles are the same."
Zheng Qing didn't need to ask a professional who was wandering to estimate the price, and he could guess how expensive the few drops of Maolong essence and blood in the bottle were. He suspected that the money he earned in selling blood talisman bullets in a month was probably not enough for the young lady to spend a battle.
He sniffed and became suspicious of his ability to make money for the first time.
"Bills are also superpowers."
The witch remembered a figure sitting in a bat chariot and couldn't help but mumbled in a low voice. She sighed heavily in response to the witch's curious gaze, adding: "I mean, this is not a trick... Just as Lao Yao often said that luck is part of strength, I think gold is also part of strength."
"It always feels a bit weird when you say this."
Jiang Yu put his hands on his back and continued to walk back slowly, with a bit of teasing in his tone: "When you threw out thousands of talisman papers in one breath on the stage, I wonder how many witches were asking around about your background and family background by the lake..."