The old locust tree in Ziwei Palace dragged heavy steps and staggered to the wall. He did not dare to tear down the palace wall. Instead, he climbed on it with a few thick branches, and his roots shrank upwards. Its huge body leaned slightly to the left, showing a hard work.
Zheng Qing suddenly felt very sorry when he looked at this scene.
But, more than just an old tree is needed to feel sorry for him?
He could quietly watch the old tree swaying and disappearing into the depths of the silent forest, but he could not calmly accept Bosedong, Zheng Suyi and San, or the little white cat disappeared into his life.
But at the moment, besides being sorry, he seems to have no more choices—or in a dark corner deep in his heart, he is also hoping that he will never need to make a choice.
The panic atmosphere between the fields did not ferment further after reaching a certain node.
Zheng Qing rubbed the "Taiyi" ring in his hand, and his eyes were taken back from the old locust tree that gradually disappeared after climbing over the wall, and he mustered up the courage to look at the two witches again. For a few seconds, he really wanted to summon Taiyi, and with the help of the legendary power, he skipped this awkward timeline and headed for a safer future.
However, deceiving time, he wasted nothing but his own life; while deceiving his heart, he might be wasted more than his own life.
"——What's wrong with you here today?"
The voice of the male witch seemed a little weak in the rumbling sound outside the wall. He noticed that the two witches looked at each other, as if they exchanged glances?
This made him feel an ominous premonition.
The "Panishment Index", which had already stabilized, is also eager to try and rise from the ground.
"We heard..."
Jiang Yu had just said four words, but was suddenly interrupted by Su Shijun.
"——We heard that the plaque on the gate of your place has fallen?" The MP of the Yuexia Parliament asked in a brisk tone: "When are you planning to change a new one? Are you thinking about who to ask for inscription?"
Jiang Yu glanced at her deeply and did not continue to speak.
The ominous premonition in Zheng Qing's heart suddenly dissipated at this moment - his intuition told him that the two witches "combined" today must not be simply because of the plaque at the door that had been buried in the dust for a long time - but he would never be foolish enough to cause trouble for himself.
"No, I didn't think about it."
The witch shook her head very cautiously: "...I thought about cleaning the house first and then treating guests. Then I would have time to hang a new plaque. As for the candidate for the inscription..."
“—I won’t give you an inscription!”
A malicious cat moan suddenly came from the wall.
The two witches noticed Huang Huali's figure and quickly saluted and said hello.
Zheng Qing had already seen the cat watching the fun. He heard this and snorted angrily: "——First, you are not a human; second, I don't plan to let a cat write an inscription for me! Third..."
He realized it later and suddenly realized the word "六号" and it seemed that no one was very good at the question.
In theory, Mr. is the most appropriate candidate, but now he is not sure where Mr. is, whether he is still in this world, let alone asking him to write an inscription; under Mr., it would be very good to write a plaque for him if several other ancient men were willing to write him a plaque, but Zheng Qing doubted whether he had such face.
And he didn't know where to find the ancient men.
As for other legends, it is inevitable that they will be suspected of taking sides, such as Ruoyu, Shi Hui, Lao Yao or Aima, and so on. The Fringe Academy has just been established and does not have enough foundation to join the fight between the four academies and the two major forces. It would be good to maintain its current small and transparent state.
Choosing the legend outside the school is a bit of a taboo in the number one university - the only two candidates that can be accepted by the school. Whether it is the old lady Zhongshan or the Su Meiniang in Qingqiu, Zheng Qing does not have the courage to choose. He can't cut a plaque in half and let them write half of it.
"——Third, I think it's good to have a name on its own."
After all, he thought of a solution that was not a solution and laughed dryly: "As the saying goes, 'The name is born from nature, and the years are carved', a white plaque is hung at the door, and the most suitable words will always be born from the people living here."
This is not Zheng Qing's whimsical idea.
The ancients said that if a mountain is not high, it will be named if there are immortals. This is probably the meaning of this.
Dong!
Su Shijun found a heavy plaque from somewhere, and there were heavy trees beside her. She grabbed the plaque with one hand and put her waist on the other, smiling very proudly.
"—I knew you had no choice, so I prepared an empty plaque in advance."
She knocked on the piece of wood that looked very precious beside her and added happily: "This piece of material was originally a broken branch of black wood bought by an elder in the family from the black prison. She planned to be used as a birthday coffin, but after so many years, she still couldn't die. The coffin she bought early was also misappropriated by everyone... If I take this piece, she might be very happy!"
Zheng Qing glanced at Jiang Yu in a daze.
Are the families of the wizarding world so "easy" in their work? Or is it the only one in Qingqiu that is more unique?
Jiang Yu had a stern face, but didn't look much annoyed. He seemed to have been used to being inadvertently at a disadvantage when he was against Su Da Fox. This is the result of the gap in the ranks, and it can only be barely compensated by on-the-spot response.
Then she glanced at the direction where the door was.
"——When Dongdong came last time, I remember your door collapsed, right?" The witch looked calm and gentle, but she spoke like she was holding a knife and stabbing around: "My family also has the material of Xuanhuangmu, and I can change the door for you... so as not to close the door well, so that the wild animals in the forest can sneak in through the crack of the door."
Zheng Qing swallowed quietly.
After all, I didn't dare to reject the kindness of the two witches.
Jiang Yu looked at Su Shijun deeply, turned around, turned into a white shadow, and disappeared into the pavilion.
“——Support it!”
Su Shijun shouted lightly and pushed the heavy door plaque on Zheng Qing: "Are you embarrassed to keep holding such a heavy thing?"
Then it turned into a green rainbow and disappeared.
It's really a hurry to come and go. Jiang Yu is a cat, and it's not difficult to understand that he has this temperament. Su Shijun is obviously a fox, so why did he get the cat's temperament?
Zheng Qing murmured in his heart, turned the "Yuanshi" ring, and directed Yuanshi to hang the empty plaque on the gate. Before hanging it, he thought in his heart that the most likely name on the plaque should be "Order Tree" or "Order". No matter how bad it is, the "Ziwei" in this palace was also very strong, and the probability of reappearing is not low.
But the plaque was hung for only a moment.
Two unexpected words slowly appeared in Zheng Qing's eyes.
“——Xuanhuang Palace?”
Huang Huali squatted beside the male witch, shook her fur on her body, and snored with satisfaction: "I like this name, it matches my fur color very well."