The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 34 Apples and Oranges Are One

Wuming walked out of the basement step by step with Se Lian on his back.

Se Lian agreed to Wuming's invitation and decided to go out to join his so-called new round table as a magic teacher.

Se Lian didn't have anything to pack, ordered Wuming to take a few heavy scrolls, and was about to leave.

Selian packed up the pens and papers herself. If she carried something too heavy, it would slowly slide into her body, like cheese.

Wuming packed up those scrolls and said:
"If you can't collide with matter conveniently, how do you have this study?"

Selian was silent for a moment:

"Some magicians are willing to help me, and there are also people who want to trade with me. They built a study."

Seeing that Se Lian was a little depressed, Wuming didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, so he didn't ask any more.

He tidied up the scrolls on the bookshelf, turned his head, and suddenly noticed some blood on the floor.

They came from under Sirian's feet.

Serlian's bare feet stepped on the shattered sharp crystals, and blood flowed profusely.

This should be when she squatted in front of the crystals and inspected the crystal fragments, but she focused on observing the crystals at that time, and did not show any pain at all.

Nameless looked at the entrance of the basement. The entire staircase had been completely covered by the crystallization magic he released before, and it was full of sharp teeth.

Wuming put the things into the package, swung them to a suitable position on his waist, and carried Se Lian on his back.

"I'll carry you there." Wuming said.

On No Name's back, Sirian said:

"You don't have to worry. For a magician, the body is just a tiny shell, and the perception that this illusory projection can convey is limited. The dull perception not only affects my observation, but also improves my tolerance."

"So it still hurts?" Wuming asked.

Sir Lian said: "The pain that the soul can bear is limited. When you have a headache, if you prick your own hand, you will find that the headache is relieved. Compared with the imprisoned body, this pain is not worth mentioning."

Wuming leisurely said:
"If a new employee passes by with three knives and six holes at his feet, the influence will be bad."

As he walked, he boasted about the employee benefits of the round table:
"We will equip the immortals with witches to restore them to their bodies. If the witches are sick, I will treat them myself..."

It's a pity that Selian is a seeker, and she is not interested in the topic of employee benefits, so she only responds occasionally.

Wuming walked out of the basement and returned to the place where Dahua was showing off her power.

The blood rose proudly bloomed with spikes.

It's a pity that Wuming was wearing gauntlets, and even the spikes couldn't resist the ruthless iron hand, so he was snatched away by Wuming.

Wuming bent down, supported Se Lian with one hand, and picked off all the blood roses with the other.

The blood and aroma are mixed together, and there is a strange breath.

"It's a pity that your hood is hard and you can't wear flowers." Wuming said to Se Lian with regret.

"Of course the pyroxene mask is hard," said Selian. "What do I wear flowers for?"

Selian was a little wary:

"Do you really want to recruit me as a teacher? Why do I feel that your motives are not pure?"

Wuming twisted the roses in his hand:
"Carrying you with one hand and stepping on flowers with the other, it's too troublesome. I need a flower basket."

"Just let me hold it, my hands are empty." Selian stretched out his hands from Wuming's shoulders.

"Don't make trouble, there are thorns." Wuming refused, "It's better to have blood on your hands than on your feet."

A nameless whim:

"Can you take off your hood and use it as a basket?"

"Then it's better to use my head as a basket. This hood is proof that I am a witch."

Selian sighed softly, took off the hood, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

The twisted braids fell from the hood, the long-sparse bangs covered the slender willow eyebrows, and the facial features were exquisite and small.

Selian's face was covered with dust, and the whole was a little dark, but even the dust could not cover up those star-like eyes, which cast a lake-blue light.

Wuming carried Se Lian on her back, and had no chance to see her true face.

His attention was all attracted by the beautiful blood roses in front of him, he picked them off one by one, and then inserted them into Selian's hair on his back.

Although the first rose was a little out of place, it was still a decoration for the headdress. The tenth rose formed a garland on Selian's head, which was much more pleasing to the eye.After that, it completely turned into a flower basket.

There are not many blood roses in the post station ruins, so Wuming picked some other flowers and stuck them on Se Lian's head, even covering his face.

Just like the ancient mushroom kings.

Wuming had a fruitful trip this time, and he was in a happy mood, chatting with the flower head behind him.

Nameless said, "What is the Magic Academy like?"

"It's very boring," said Cerlian, "They have forgotten the original intention of exploring the stars, and they spend all day studying boring issues, such as the matter of using an apple as a metaphor for knowledge. They can actually attack each other and start a debate based on it."

"That's pretty boring." Wuming said, "Who won?"

"It didn't go on, and later both sides found the same target of attack and started to laugh at one person." Se Lian said.

"It's not you, is it?"

"They don't dare to laugh at me, and they have no right." Selian proudly hugged the witch's hood tightly in her arms.

Sir Lian said: "At that time, some people used the metaphor of apples and oranges to explain the difference in knowledge. The difference in knowledge is the key point. Some apprentices who were watching interrupted, saying that apples and oranges may also be the same, so people all Start laughing at the onlooker apprentice."

"It's miserable." Wuming said, "Are you laughing too?"

"I think the person who can raise this issue is at least much better than the person who starts a debate on a grammatical modification issue." Cerlian said, "At least he has thought further."

Selian recalled the past in the flowers:

"It's a pity that he just had a flash of inspiration at the time, and he didn't conduct rigorous thinking and research. He didn't even know what he wanted to express. I asked him why he said that, and he couldn't explain it. Later, I was busy with the research on the origin. There is no intersection, and I don’t know if his research has produced results.”

"What's that apprentice's name?" Wuming asked casually.

"Tops, he has a bald head." Selian said, "I like to touch my bald head when I think, and I should have been granted a glow stone cover by the academy now. It's inconvenient to rub my head again..."

Wuming followed Se Lian's description, imagining the scene of different schools of magic talking and arguing with each other.

"That's great." Wuming sighed.

"What's so good about it." Selian didn't understand, "This kind of debate doesn't make any sense."

Nameless said: "Having such a condition means that we have no worries about food and clothing, and we can support ourselves when we are full.

"Only by being able to eat and clothe enough can we breed enough magicians, have more mediocrity, and have more geniuses, and only then can we explore deeper and frontier secrets, just like the blood rose that can only be bred in this sea of ​​blood."

Wuming looked playfully at the golden tree covering the sky and the sun:

"What a good time."

(End of this chapter)