Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

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

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

Se Lian had nothing to pack, so he ordered Wu Ming to take a few heavy scrolls and prepare to leave.

Se Lian herself was packing papers and pens. If she moved something too heavy, it would slowly slide into her body, like cheese.

Wuming packed up the scrolls and said:

How do you have this study if you can't easily interact with matter?

Se Lian was silent for a moment:

There are magicians who are willing to help me, and there are also people who want to trade with me. They built the study.

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

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

They come from Se Lian's feet.

Se Lian's bare feet stepped on the broken sharp crystal, and blood flowed out.

This was probably when she was squatting in front of the crystal and examining the crystal fragments. However, she was focused on observing the crystal and did not show any pain at all.

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

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

I'll carry you there, Wuming said.

Se Lian said on Wu Ming's back:

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 slow perception not only affects my observation, but also increases my tolerance.

So it still hurts? Wuming asked.

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

Wuming leisurely said:

If a new employee passes through with three knives and six holes under their feet, it will have a bad impact.

As he walked, he boasted about Roundtable’s employee benefits:

We will equip the immortals with witches to restore their human bodies. If the witches are sick, I will treat them myself...

It's a pity that Serian is a seeker and has little interest in the topic of employee welfare and only occasionally responds.

Wuming walked out of the basement and returned to the place where the big flowers showed off their power.

The blood rose bears spikes and blooms proudly.

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

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

The blood and aroma mixed together, giving off a strange smell.

It's a pity that your hood is hard and you can't wear the flowers. Wumingwu said to Selian regretfully.

Of course the pyroxene stone cover is hard. Se Lian said, Why should I wear flowers?

Se Lian 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 twirled a few roses in his hand:

I carry you with one hand and step on flowers with the other. It's too troublesome. I need a flower basket.

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

Don't make trouble, there is a thorn. Wuming refused, My hands are full of blood, and my feet are full of blood.

Nameless whim:

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

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

Se Lian sighed softly, took off his hood, and hugged her tightly.

The braid falls from the hood, the long-spared bangs cover the slender eyebrows, and the facial features are delicate and small.

Se Lian's face was covered with dust, and the overall look was a bit dim, but even the dust could not hide those star-like eyes, which cast a lake-blue light.

Wu Ming carries Se Lian on his back and has no chance to see her true face.

His attention was completely attracted by the beautiful blood roses in front of him. He picked them off one by one, and then inserted them into the wiry hair on his back.

Although the first rose was a little mismatched, it still served as an embellishment on the headdress. The tenth flower formed a garland around Se Lian's head, which was much more pleasing to the eye. After that, it completely turned into a flower basket.

There weren't many blood roses here at the inn ruins, so Wuming picked some other flowers and stuck them on Se Lian's head, even covering her face.

Just like the ancient mushroom kings.

Wuming gained a lot from this trip and was in a happy mood, chatting with the flower head behind him.

Wuming asked: What is the magic academy like?

It's very boring, Se Lian said. They have forgotten the original intention of exploring the stars. They spend all day studying boring issues, such as using apples as a metaphor for knowledge. They can actually attack each other and start a debate based on this.

That was quite boring. Wuming said, Who won?

It didn't go on. Later, both sides found the same target and started laughing at one person. Se Lian said.

It can't be you, right?

They don't dare to laugh at me, and they don't have the right to. Se Lian proudly hugged the witch hood in her arms.

Se Lian said: At that time, some people also used the metaphor of apples and oranges to illustrate the difference in knowledge. The difference in knowledge is the key point. Someone among the apprentices who were watching interrupted and said that maybe apples and oranges are the same, so people started talking. Started laughing at the apprentice who was watching.

It's so miserable. Wuming said, Did you laugh too?

I think the person who can raise this issue is at least much better than those who start a debate on a grammatical modification issue. Se Lian said, He at least has further thinking.

Se Lian recalled the past among the flowers:

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

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

Tops, he has a bald head. Ser Lian said, I like to touch my bald head when I am thinking. I should have been awarded a pyroxene stone cover by the academy now. It is inconvenient to rub my head again...

Wuming followed Se Lian's description and imagined the scene where different schools in the magic academy were talking and arguing with each other.

That's great. Wuming sighed.

What's so good about this? Se Lian didn't understand. This kind of meaningless debate.

Wuming said: Having such conditions means that we have no worries about food and clothing, and we can survive after eating enough.

Only when we have enough food and clothing can we cultivate enough magicians. Only when we have more mediocre people and more geniuses can we explore the secrets of more profound frontiers, just like the blood roses that can only be cultivated in this sea of ​​blood.

Wuming looked at the golden tree that covered the sky with interest:

What a great time.