I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

PS: Because according to the regulations, all real grounds will be replaced with capitalized initials, so all "beijing" in the text will be replaced with "imperial capital" in the future. Please forgive me for the bad reading effect.

"Then let's go. We will bring you wedding candies after we attend the wedding. You and Xiaotian should take a good look at home."

After Lu Mingfei's words, there was a sound of the door closing.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian walked out of the door with their luggage, leaving only Zero and Xiaotian in the room, looking after each other silently.

"Wang!" Xiaotian raised his head and shouted, stretched out his paws and pointed to the door.

"Are you going out for a walk?" Zero asked.

Xiaotian nodded. .

"By the way, throw the garbage away." Zero pointed to the packed garbage bag in the corner.

"Wang!" Xiaotian nodded.

…

Xiaotian happily ran out with the garbage bag in his mouth.

Zero sat on the sofa and stared at this scene—even though she often saw this scene in the past few months, she was still not used to it.

After Xiaotian also left, the huge villa was completely empty, and Zero actually felt that there was a little bit of discomfort.

Today, the special operations team is not training during the holiday, so Ling picked up the dragon genealogy textbook on the coffee table that was as heavy as a big brick, opened the book and started to study the following courses by himself.

She is the kind of good student who can be called the female version of Chu Zihang. Even if Lu Mingfei is completely stocking up on her, her grades in every course can remain in the top three or even first in the grade, which makes other professors feel that they How come I have never met such a diligent and worry-free student.

"Ding-dong-"

A crisp doorbell wakes up Zero who was immersed in the textbook for more than ten minutes.

She lowered her head and glanced at the number of pages marked on the corner of the page, wrote it down, closed the book and put it back on the coffee table, got up and walked to the door.

"welcome."

While saying "Welcome" that no one would believe in a cold and polite tone, Zero opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Wigraf, who looked a little embarrassed.

"Why are you?" Wigraf blurted out when he saw Zero who opened the door.

"Teacher and Xiao Qiang went to a relative's wedding," Zero explained, "they haven't been home for the past few days."

"Going to the wedding..." Wigraf was stunned for a moment, she didn't know what was going on.

But it's normal to think about it, she's not someone from Su Xiaoqian or Lu Mingfei, there is absolutely no need or obligation to tell her about going to a relative's wedding.

Wigraf's eyebrows slumped a little, and he was inexplicably depressed.

"Do you have anything to do with your mentor and Xiaoqiang?" Zero's mood suddenly improved, "I'll tell you."

Xiaoqian... This title is really intimate.

Wigraf thought.

There seemed to be a spark in her heart, and a thoughtless sentence popped out of her mouth: "Can I come in and sit?"

As soon as he said this, Wigraf wanted to slap himself.

Zero was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: "Yes."

Is she in a good mood now?

Facing Wigraf, he walked in, because there were no servants at home, and Xiaotian was not around, so Ling could only make a pot of black tea by himself.

The sofa in the living room is placed at a right angle, and Zero sits on the long side sofa, "Dragon Genealogy" is spread out on his knees, reading quietly, on the coffee table in front of him is a steaming cup on a saucer. black tea.

Wiggraf sat on the short side of the sofa, sitting upright, staring straight ahead, headphones hanging around his neck, but no sound came out, the training weapon he brought over leaned against the armrest, and a cup of black tea on the saucer in front of him was quietly pouring out. White steam.

zero:…

Wigraf: …

zero:…

Wigraf: …

There were only occasional flipping sounds in the living room, and Zero Sum Wigraf seemed to be playing some kind of game similar to "One, Two, Three, Wooden Man". Although he could move, whoever spoke first would lose.

If this is really a game, Wigraf must be the underdog, because she opened her mouth several times to speak, only to stop.

"Ding-dong-"

The crisp and gentle doorbell rang again, and Zero and Wigraf looked up at the door almost simultaneously.

This doorbell is like in the sultry summer classroom, the math teacher is wearing the afterglow of the setting sun shining in from the window on the blackboard and writing down one formula after another incomprehensible formula with chalk, the chalk hitting the blackboard serenade makes all the students faint When I was drowsy, the small hammer hanging on the black putty wall outside the classroom door slammed on the bell cover to send out the clearer and louder bell.

Ling closed the textbook on dragon genealogy and put it next to the black tea, got up and walked to the door to open it.

Wigraf sat on the sofa and watched.

Zero opened the door, completely unexpected, standing outside the door were Caesar and Fingal.

"Zero, I have something to ask Lu Mingfei, is he there?"

Because of the angle, Caesar could not see Wigraf sitting inside.

"The tutor and Xiao Qiang went to attend the relative's wedding," said Ling, "I can pass it on if there is something."

"Uh... this matter is, um... more private," Caesar was a little embarrassed, "I'd better tell him face to face."

Caesar didn't even choose to call Lu Mingfei but came to him directly. Obviously, this matter is not suitable for conveying on his behalf.

"Cough, that, Sister Zero," Fingal said with a shy face, "Although Brother Fei and sister-in-law are not here, it's not easy for me to come here with Brother Caesar, can you let us in for a cup of tea? "

Fingal disdains other people's tea, but Lu Mingfei is different, because according to the latest information he obtained, Lu Mingfei knocked out half of the top Ceylon Highland black tea from the principal by some unknown means.

Fingal was not interested in what method Lu Mingfei used to blackmail the principal, even if he knew about it, he would not dare.

But he is very interested in Lu Mingfei's black tea - although he looks like a rude man who can chew peony, as a German with aristocratic blood with "Feng" in his name, Fingel is very interested in high-quality black tea In fact, there is still a little pursuit.

Of course, it would be even better if it could be used to make milk tea.

"Can."

Zero is in a bad mood today.

Caesar actually didn't want to come in. He was a nobleman, he was a handsome young man, he was the president of the Infinite Student Union, and he didn't want to beg for a cup of tea.

But he came with Fingal, and it would seem strange if Fingal went in and he left, so he had to keep up.

Walking in behind Zero and Fingal, Caesar watched Fingal's majestic back suddenly stop, and he stopped his steps for a while and almost ran into it.

But he didn't blame Fingal for thinking, because he looked up after stabilizing his steps, and saw a man sitting on the sofa.

an acquaintance.

Caesar can understand Fingal's sudden stop, because it is normal for anyone to be stunned subconsciously after being shocked by this kind of thing.

Ling had just said that Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian were away and would not be back in a short time, but Wigraf was sitting here and looking at the two cups of tea that were no longer steaming in front of him and Ling, Wigraf has been around for quite some time.

Caesar suddenly realized.

No wonder Wigraf runs to Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian's house every day during this period of time. It turned out to be... How do you say that Chinese idiom?

The drunkard's intention is not the wine!

Also, although Ling usually doesn't like to talk and is alienated from people, and even has some cleanliness, even wearing thin rubber gloves to use training weapons during training, but she is too cute, such a delicate and flawless picture, as if from a master The doll-like face of the hand is enough for men to ignore all her shortcomings. Although due to her strong aura and polite alienation, no one in the school is chasing her, but she secretly likes her. But there are a lot of people...

Although Wigraf's personality is a little jumpy, a little flamboyant, a little bit stubborn, and a little bit arrogant, but in the final analysis, he is also a young man in his twenties, and it is normal to like cute girls, especially with his height. , the height of most mixed-race girls is not commensurate with him, only the relatively short Zero, when standing with him, it is still a little harmonious.

The witty Caesar felt that he had discovered the truth, and then looked at Zero Sum Wigraf, who did not speak, and suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling that he was a light bulb.

"Well, I remember that the student council still has some things to do. I need to rush back with Fingal, the Minister of Information," Caesar said, looking at Zero. "We'll go first, and come back next time."

"Hmm." Zero nodded.

Caesar reached out and grabbed Fingal by the back collar, dragged him out the door, and closed the door.

"President!" Fingal woke up from a dream, with a surprised expression on his face, pointed at the door and hesitated in a low voice, "Isn't it possible, Zero Sum..."

"Shh," Caesar hissed, putting his index finger in front of his mouth, "this is someone else's private matter, let's leave it alone."

…

In the imperial capital, in the evening, Wangfujing Food Street.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqing went shopping alone with a full oversized kraft paper bag.

As the twelfth lunar month approached, it was getting dark earlier, the street lights on the commercial street were already on, and the pedestrians on the street were wearing long-sleeved clothes that kept warm.

Although they were not afraid of the cold, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian also changed into seasonal clothes so as not to be too conspicuous.

Although it is completely impossible not to attract attention with such two faces, and they also filled the kraft paper bag in their arms with a lot of snacks as if they were in stock.

As a monk, there are many advantages. In addition to not being afraid of cold and looking good, there is also a very important advantage, that is, you are not afraid of gaining weight, and you can eat without worry.

There are still a few days before the wedding of Su Jinye and Jiang Yunsi. Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian came early because Su Jinye said that they would be the best man and bridesmaid, so they had to come to the rehearsal a few days earlier. .

Lu Mingfei didn't quite understand the reason why Su Jinye did this. Although he didn't think it was a great thing to be handsome, from an objective point of view, he was more handsome than Su Jinye. Even if Su Jinye is already "very handsome" in public aesthetics, he is still much stronger than Su Jinye.

In the same way, Su Xiaoqian is more beautiful than Jiang Yunsi, although the two are completely different in temperament.

Didn't he think that asking him and Xiao Qiang to be the best man and bridesmaid was a kind of behavior that smashed his own place?

But Su Jinye didn't care, and Lu Mingfei obviously had no reason to refuse.

Today's rehearsal is over. He and Su Xiaoqian have nothing to do, so they go out to the food court.

It has to be more, the Imperial Capital is indeed densely populated, and the food street has a considerable flow of people. It is just night, and the spacious streets are brightly lit, giving people a feeling of being crowded.

Although it is called the "food desert" by the imperial capital, a food street is after all a place where the essence of urban folk food gathers. Even in the "food desert", this street is also a shining stream in the desert.

Walking along the commercial street, Lu Mingfei saw countless snacks and gourmet restaurants. With the arrogant mentality of not lacking money and not afraid of getting fat, he and Su Xiaoqian found an enthusiastic shop, and each asked for an oversized kraft paper. If you see something you are interested in, buy it, and put it in a paper bag. If you need to eat it while it's hot, you can solve it while you're walking. If you don't have high temperature requirements, put it in a bag and take it back to the hotel for a late night snack.

Handsome men and beauties are already eye-catching enough, not to mention that handsome men and women are still holding snacks in paper bags with the top edge almost as high as the tip of their nose.

However, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqing are not the only ones. Just now, Lu Mingfei saw a young man in a slim black trench coat in front of a shop selling steamed buns. He was even bigger than him and Su Xiaoqing, and he was almost supported by snacks. The cracked kraft paper bag took the two bags of buns handed over by the boss, and then a delicate girl wearing the same women's black trench coat ran towards him.

fellow people...

While sighing that my way is not alone, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian walked to a tricycle selling candied haws with a huge kraft paper bag.

After shopping all the way, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian walked out of the food court with great success. Then they saw a group of people around a store at the corner. In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged man could be heard shouting angrily.

"What do you want to do, old monk? I said that this is the amulet that the master has opened up. I, Kong Lianshun, have opened a shop here for nearly ten years, how can it be possible to sell fakes!"

"Amitabha," the voice of the old man in the crowd was full of vigor, "The old monk is not saying that the amulet of your shop has not been consecrated, it is just that the amulet, the instrument and the like are not suitable for the word consecration, let alone according to the shop you said Some of the masters have opened it up, but this is essentially just a psychological comfort. Just ask for a thought. It is also personal freedom for customers to buy. But the store owner, you have to say that this amulet has great magic power, which can make people avoid the disaster of blood light. It is a bit exaggerated, the old monk just pointed it out.”

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqing looked at each other, and they both saw the curiosity in the other's eyes, and stepped forward in unison.

The crowd surrounded a small open space in the center, and a middle-aged rich man in a Tang suit looked at an old monk with red ears.

"What do I say has anything to do with you? Are you going to sue me for fraud?! Do you want to ask the police if this is a fraud? I am a legal business, and all I sell are legal amulets and magic weapons!" The middle-aged man was obviously angry.

"It's legal, it's legal," the old monk nodded, "but tricking a group of seventy- to eighty-year-olds to draw 80,000 yuan to buy a useless amulet would be a loss of morality."