Hunting High School

Chapter 240 Soul Baptism

The celebration of the magicians is no more exciting than the celebration of Baiding World.

It's just that they can always come up with a lot of new things - such as the Turin goblin dancing in a grass skirt, the siren banshee singing and singing in the air; there are also snowflakes flying in the sky, falling on the ground and making a tinkling sound. Together with the rain of petals, they played a beautiful movement.

But in Zheng Qing's eyes, these are meaningless.

The funny dances of the goblins can't cover up their rude behavior, and the strong fragrance of the sirens can't cover up the looming smell of the sea. Even the magical snowflakes fluttering above your head, if you catch them with your hands, they will be crushed by your hands. The hot air turned into a puddle of cold water, which disappeared cleanly along the fingers.

There are also those rigid rules, old-fashioned rhetoric, and complicated rules.

They are all the secret recipes for wearing out the spirit of a young wizard.

Compared with these, Zheng Qing is more interested in the principals of First University.

It's been almost a month since he entered the school, and he has a good relationship with several principals, even the deans of the colleges who often appear in the headlines of the newspapers.

It is said that these big shots will show up at the opening ceremony.

There is less than half an hour until the celebration begins.

Senior students from the four colleges, researchers from several research institutes, teaching assistants, lecturers, professors, and old school workers who walked tremblingly began to enter the arena in order.

According to the old rules, everyone has own position.

The professors stood on the protruding balcony of the highest floor on the side of the auditorium. They were dressed in black robes and gathered together in twos and threes, talking and laughing softly, with relaxed expressions.

The teaching assistants and lecturers are located half a floor lower, together with the researchers, standing in the semi-enclosed corridor under the terrace.

Students are arranged from top to bottom according to their grade level.

The senior students stood in the corridor on the fourth floor, the senior students in the junior year stood in the corridor on the third floor, and so on, the freshmen of the class of 2008 could only honestly stand in the circular corridor on the first floor.

Compared with the faculty, the students are much more restrained.

Whether it is a senior student or a freshman who just entered the school, they are all cautious in their words and deeds, lest they be caught by the picket team and their credits will be deducted.

The picket team consisted of the officers of the student union and some school workers. They quietly patrolled between the corridors on each floor, holding a hard notepad in their arms, ready to take out the troublemakers at any time and clean them up.

"Did you hear anything?" Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head, looked around suspiciously, and pushed his companion beside him.

The little fox hiding in his arms also turned its ears, its eyes widened, and its big fluffy tail stopped swinging.

"Sound?" Xin Fatty scratched his furry head, squeezed his eyes hard, and his expression was very confused: "I didn't hear any other sounds except birds chirping and dogs barking... and that little pig hum."

Several other people also showed puzzled eyes.

"It does seem to be a strange sound..." Li Meng frowned, trying to prick up her ears, her little face flushed, "It sounds familiar..."

"What sound did you hear?" Xiao Xiaoruo felt something, quickly opened his notebook, and asked eagerly.

Zheng Qing tilted his head and found that this kind of thing is really hard to describe.

Just like the ebb and flow of the tide and the rain, you can find many onomatopoeia and adjectives to describe these scenes, but the language is too poor and pale to accurately describe the connotation.

"I really should learn more runes," Zheng Qing muttered, the features on his face wrinkled into a ball: "I find that runes are more accurate and easier to describe and describe... vaguely speaking, a little It's like getting up in the morning and the birds chirping; it's also a bit like the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves during the rainy season."

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"You are not comparing the same voice at all...how could it be the same?" Xin Fatty looked suspicious.

"It's like the sound of the sun rising and setting, and the sound of the stars crying." Li Meng pointed her fingers stiffly, and said in her mouth a metaphor that is irrelevant.

"There are still sounds when the sun rises?" Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help it, and complained: "There are still stars crying, are you sure you weren't scared to cry by ghosts in bed?"

Li Meng's face was dark and she didn't speak. She just turned around and kicked Zhang Jixin's leg.

Zheng Qing couldn't help laughing.

He found that the little witch liked to kick people more and more now, and he didn't know who she learned from.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Jiang Yu.

Squad leader Jiang was crossing his arms, his brows were slightly furrowed, his fingers were tapped lightly, and his expression was so focused that people couldn't help but look twice at a glance.

"Shut up." Xiao Xiao raised his writing brush to stop the dispute among several companions, and also called back the absent-minded public fee student.

Zheng Qing turned around, and was surprised to find that wisps of pale white mist began to float out of the hall at some point.

The sirens and goblins who used to dance and sing in the middle of the hall have disappeared without a trace.

Even the Dou Daguang group hovering in mid-air was extinguished one after another.

Only the darkness above the head.

Like the deep universe, it is quiet and timeless.

A small bean-sized flame flickered in the darkness.

Zheng Qing's eyes widened.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The drumbeat seemed to sound from the bottom of his heart, and the big flames trembled with the drumbeat.

With just a few taps, Zheng Qing's attention was completely captured.

A short and intense piece of movement, clearly marking the breakpoint of the beginning.

Those thin mist, accompanied by bright drum beats, passionate rhythm, rapidly coiled, vibrated, and diffused, transformed into mysterious and weird patterns one after another.

Staring at the patterns and listening to the music slowly flowing in his ear, pictures suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Qing's eyes.

The lonely universe is pitch-black, without a trace of life.

A blue, tiny Planet, like a grain of dry sand in the sea of ​​Stars, hovers quietly in its own orbit.

One lap, one year, one year after another.

There is no beginning and no end.

As if a bolt of lightning broke through the dense fog, a spark of life burst out from this infinite silence.

The music next to my ears was interrupted in an instant, and it seemed that I lost my voice due to shock!

Then hesitantly, with a cautious sound of the flute, he poked his head a little;

Intermittently, the trumpet, flute, double bass, and bass drum spit out the sound of their own exploration.

The field of vision expanded infinitely, and Zheng Qing's perception seemed to rush into the tiniest cell in an instant.

In the ear, the tinkling piano, accompanied by heavy chords, and long horns, fully demonstrated the feeling of time passing by.

Cells divide rapidly, unicellular, multicellular, plants, animals, swim in the sea, climb to the ground, the history of biological evolution that only exists in imagination is like a fast-forward silent movie, quickly displayed in front of Zheng Qing.

The music became more intense and richer, and the scenery in front of Zheng Qing also became more and more rich. A sense of life moved slowly from the bottom of his heart, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

The line of sight suddenly pulled away, and then a creepy sense of threat shattered the comfort and peace just now.

The huge meteorite rubbed the tip of Zheng Qing's nose with burning flames and smashed heavily on the blue planet that had just given birth to life. The rising smoke, the violently vibrating plates, and the frantically fleeing creatures.

The music was interrupted again, and Zheng Qing clearly felt the calm before the storm.

Then, the short and intense strings were struck vigorously and decisively, the First Stage was stronger than the First Stage, one wave was higher than the other, and the momentum was violent and unstoppable!

Zheng Qing knows that this is life venting its own anger.

It wasn't until the blue planet slowly returned to calm that the music gradually sank down.

The music at this moment is no longer as rich and complex as before, but clearly shows two or three themes,

The double bass and cello are helpless, and the reverberation is endless; the violin and the trumpet are eager to try and constantly impact; more and more complex and changeable.

Animals running on the ground, fish jumping in the sea, birds soaring in the sky, insects crawling in the treetops, mosquitoes buzzing in the meadow, the struggling faces of countless creatures come to mind in an instant.

Then, it stopped abruptly.

Everything in front of him disappeared suddenly, and he returned to the grand auditorium.

Zheng Qing blinked vigorously, allowing his brain to slowly adapt to the suddenly soothing rhythm. Then he looked blankly into the air, why did he suddenly disappear? What about humans? What about the creatures behind? What do those three themes represent?

The auditorium was silent, as if the intense music just now was his hallucination.

A moment later, the buzzing sounded loudly, spreading rapidly from the first floor to the top floor.

Regret and unsatisfactory noise are filled with it.

"I finally feel it," Xiao Xiao put on his glasses again, with a trace of enthusiasm in his eyes: "The sound of life! The baptism of the soul! The feast for the freshmen of the first university!"

"The legendary, through the impact of music and pictures, to purify your mind, let you fully experience the greatness and extraordinaryness of this world, and let you directly face the origin of the mysterious and unpredictable world."

"Incomparable..." Zheng Qing recalled the music just now fascinatedly, reminiscing and admiring.

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