The phantom of the green snake lingered on Zheng Qing for a while, and then quietly slid down his body into the "deck" of the Leaf Boat again, disappearing without a trace.
Zheng Qing sat cross-legged beside the husband, silently staring at the passing light outside the five-colored light, his thoughts were opened little by little, and the questions in his heart were no longer limited to the troubles in front of him, but began to list the confusion that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time.
But before he could speak.
The gentleman took the lead in asking questions.
"—Do you have more specific plans after graduation?" He held his hand, tilted his head, and looked at the boy curiously, with no seriousness in his eyes when he talked about "death", which seemed extremely pure.
Zheng Qing was slightly stunned.
Because this question is too ordinary and too ‘simple’, it is a little incompatible with the atmosphere of the conversation at this moment.
But he did not dare to be careless about the Mr.'s problem, and immediately lowered his head and thought about it seriously, fearing that there was any deep meaning in the Mr.'s problem.
After graduation?
He has thought about this question countless times this semester.
From the earliest days, he imagined that after graduation, he would go to the new world to explore and work hard, hunt those rare beasts that he had never seen before, and with a magic book and a handful of talisman paper, he would venture in an area without a wizard.
But as time went by, after many in-depth conversations with Professor Yao and others, he gradually realized how naive his previous thoughts were. As the holder of the fourth generation of forbidden spells, it was difficult for him to have the right to choose an ordinary wizard.
So staying in school became the only choice.
The sir must know this.
Therefore, the 'more specific' plan he mentioned should refer to other directions.
But what should I do after graduation? Zheng Qing is also confused at this moment - Well, let's have a full sleep first? After all, I have worked hard for a semester, and nearly thirty major classes a week. From physical to mental health, he is already very tired. Sleeping is definitely the most preferred choice. Then? Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, combed Zheng Su's hair one, two, and three? Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, help Boseidong to comb his hair? Date the little white cat from Monday to Friday night? On Saturday and Sunday, meet friends to hunt in the Silent Forest?
It's very pleasant to think about it.
But Zheng Qing doubted whether he was lucky to enjoy this comfort.
"—What do you expect from me?" The young wizard threw the question back to the gentleman with a little cunning.
The gentleman was slightly stunned.
"What do I expect of you?" He laughed and shook his head: "I have high expectations for you. Are you sure you want to listen? This world is too boring. As the saying goes, 'running water does not rot, the door hinge does not rot', the world injected with a lack of freshness will slowly smell like a pool of stagnant water. So, I hope you are the new version of the rules of the game - the old version is bloated and inefficient, with frequent errors, just like the first generation of forbidden spells, which requires hundreds of great wizards to complete cumbersome rituals - this state urgently needs iterative upgrades. You are the little butterfly in the forest of South America, flapping your wings leisurely in your own world, and the rolled up tiny airflow slowly evolves under the blessing of the power of chaos, collides, merges, and grows. Finally, when you are not aware of it, you will create an unparalleled storm and rainstorm in the old world..."
This expectation is too heavy.
So when Zheng Qing heard it halfway, he shook his head and said that his small body could not bear the burden.
The gentleman chuckled and turned slightly: "——Of course, in this process, I hope you do not deliberately pursue the perfection of the spiritual world."
"No?" Zheng Qing blinked and tentatively repeated the words he heard to make sure that he had heard nothing wrong.
"Yes, no." The gentleman nodded with a very small amplitude: "I know that orthodox magic education pursues the perfection of the spiritual world. But you are not originally from orthodox education. People often say, "There is a tiger in the heart, and the smell of roses carefully." I prefer that you have a kitten in the heart, and the smell of dried fish carefully. Sometimes, incompleteness is the true perfection. You must know that life is not just poetry and distant places, but also the fertility in front of you. It is very comfortable to be patient and you don't have to torture yourself. Although people need to stay in the world to spend the rest of their lives, they still need to reward themselves with three parts of dementia."
The last sentence is quite interesting.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but lower his head and chew it several times.
Then he raised his head and suddenly asked, "Sir, is the 'three' of Sanyou Bookstore the three you mentioned as 'three-point dementia'? The owner of the bookstore must mean three-point dementia?"
The old man raised his eyebrows.
"I never thought there was such a solution." He nodded thoughtfully, and then shook his head: "But according to the owner of the bookstore, Sanyou Bookstore means that there are 'all published', 'all written', and so that it has not started writing' in this bookstore."
"What does a book that has not been written yet look like?" Zheng Qing was puzzled.
The gentleman pointed to the passing streaming lights beyond the five-colored lights: "——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————
When Zheng Qing heard the three words "capable", he knew that this thing had nothing to do with him.
He has never had much ability.
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However, a word in the words that Mr. Husband just now made him care a little.
"You said 'According to the owner of the bookstore'-" Zheng Qing hesitated and repeated the words of his husband just now.
"I am not the owner of this bookstore, I can only be considered the 'store manager' or administrator of this store." The gentleman obviously knew the boy's hesitation, and he also needed to give some advice on this matter: "... Although sometimes, I will drive the horses of the Big Claus like the little Claus who cultivated the land. Over time, I will feel that the five horses belong to me. But this is not a fact."
"The five horses of the Big Claus family were all the last ones to the little Claus." The young man muttered in a low voice.
The gentleman glanced at him.
Zheng Qing quickly changed his words: "——Well, I mean, sir, who is the owner of the bookstore?"
"I don't know." The gentleman's expression was a little melancholy: "I also took over the job of the bookstore owner from a previous 'Keep History'... According to Him, the previous custodian of the bookstore was also an ancient man, but they have all left this world."
Zheng Qing felt his head buzzing.
"Aren't you the first wizard to break through the ancient rank?" He couldn't help but shout: "You just said that Azathus was dissolved in the unfathomable darkness of the universe, and the others also had similar destinations!"