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

In the twilight morning, there are occasional people in and out of Chicago Union Station in a hurry.

Old Tang took out his wallet and opened it, and looked at the pitch-black magnetic card ticket placed in the transparent interlayer. Fortunately, although he was a road idiot, he did not lose sight of everything.

When he walked into the station, Old Tang discovered that the waiting hall of the Chicago station was so huge and empty, the white walls were made of marble, and the curved dome showed the faint morning light.

At the door of Old Tang, I felt like a believer who had entered St. George's Cathedral to pay homage, but there was no icon here.

"..."

Someone's mouth on his side seemed to be because the distance was a little far away, and the voice was misty and illusory, as if from a long-distance dream.

This is a common begging talk. Old Tang lives in the poor district of Brooklyn. He is used to this kind of talk, but he didn't expect it to be popular in Chicago.

He turned his head, familiarly trying to refuse, but half of the words were stuck in his throat.

The man who spoke seemed a bit too miserable.

He was lying on the waiting bench, wearing a dark green checkered shirt and trousers of the same color. The clothes looked like he hadn't been washed for a long time, and his beard and hair were felted together. Although his figure was burly, his muscles were bulging. The shirt was bulging, but his face was sallow, and his silver-gray eyes were dim and dry.

In all fairness, this is the worst beggar Tang has ever seen.

After hesitating, Old Tang took out his wallet and took out a banknote with a face value of twenty dollars from it—now that he would not feel bad when he took out twenty dollars.

Hmm... at least not particularly distressed.

Old Tang put away his wallet, walked over and handed the money to the weak beggar lying on the bench, but unexpectedly, the beggar did not look at the banknote, but stared directly at Old Tang. The bottom of his heart is hairy.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

Facing the beggar's direct gaze, Old Tang asked numbly.

The beggar slowly stretched his hand into his pocket and took out a black magnetic card ticket from his shriveled pocket. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he asked Old Tang, "Brother, are you waiting for the CC1000 train?"

Old Tang was taken aback, took out his wallet, and drew out the magnetic card ticket that was exactly the same as the beggar's hand.

"School brother! Family! I didn't make a mistake just now!"

The beggar, who was dying a second ago and lying on the ground with an inhuman face, instantly refreshed himself. A tiger bounced off the bench and walked to Old Tang in three or two steps, revealing the excitement of seeing a comrade on the streets of the underground party.

"Brother, I just saw that you have a ticket in your wallet. Are you an old student returning to school or a freshman entering school?"

The beggar eagerly stretched out his hand to the banknotes in Old Tang's hand while saying.

"Uh... brother, I'm a freshman, Ronald Tang, brother, you can call me Old Tang."

Old Tang handed the money to the beggar.

"Fingel von Frings, Old Tang, you brother, I've agreed."

Fingel took the money and wanted to pat Old Tang on the shoulder, but he stopped moving when he saw his hands that he hadn't washed for several days. He said that the face of this schoolboy is really a young man. He just went to college and was taken aback It has the face of a social person.

"Brother Fingel, are you waiting for the bus here too?"

As a person who is already in his twenties and started running for the third year, Old Tang always felt that as a freshman, calling some of his sophomores, juniors and seniors might be a little bit psychologically impaired, but now facing this Finn Geer is called "Brother" and he speaks extremely smoothly, without any psychological obstacles.

After all, this is a tramp over thirty years old no matter how he looks in his image.

"Yeah, I'm waiting for my return to school. I've been waiting here for two days."

Fingel complained.

"Two days?"

Old Tang's eyes widened, and he said to his heart that the efficiency of this Kassel Academy is so unreliable?

"Usually students can leave on the same day. Who made me low-level?" Fingel complained. "If you have a particularly high-level, you can go to school by helicopter. If you have a low-level like me, you have to wait for the bus, sometimes for several days. Can't wait."

"Level? Is it pedigree level?"

Old Tang leaned in front of Fingel and asked in a low voice, not at all disgusting with his beggar-like sloppyness-after all, Old Tang sometimes lived at home by himself, and he was not much cleaner than Fingel.

"Yes, yes, it seems that you have already experienced enrollment counseling," Fingel said in a low voice, "Did your tutor tell you what level you are?"

"Tutor? I haven't gone through the admission procedures yet, where is the tutor..."

Old Tang shook his head.

"How could it not, the tradition of Kassel College, who is the main interviewer when you interview, then who is your tutor when you enroll? From the moment he interviews you, your file has been divided into him You’re under the name of,” Fingel explained. “It seems that your mentor is a careless person and didn’t even tell you this.”

"Well... it turned out to be so, he might have forgotten it."

Recalling Professor Guderian’s bloodshot face, extremely excited and shocked performance in the hotel, Old Tang felt that it was normal for him to forget some trivial things.

"Brother, your interviewer should always introduce himself to you, tell him what his name is. Brother, I have been in school for eight years. I know a little bit about all the professors. Tell me who he is. I I must know."

Fingel patted his chest proudly. Old Tang wondered in his heart that Kassel College was a four-year system. Where's the eight years? Could it be that this unseemly Senior Brother Fingel is actually a Ph.D. candidate? No wonder it looks a bit sloppy like this, and it's normal to be a little bit academic.

"Brother, do you know Professor Guderian?"

Old Tang, who regarded Fingel as a Ph.D. boss, couldn't help being more respectful.

"Huh? Who are you talking about? Professor Guderian? Wouldn't he be your interviewer?"

Fingel's eyes widened, his voice resembling a male duck with his throat locked.

"Yes, what's the matter, brother?"

Old Tang didn't understand why Fingel suddenly reacted so strongly.

"Brother, senior brother gives you a piece of advice," Fingel put his hands on Old Tang's shoulders, and stared into his eyes, with a sincere expression in his eyes, "Run!"

...

On the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, on the Moniah, Lu Mingfei sat in Ye Sheng’s room with an arm around his shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Ye Sheng, there really is no development between you and Sister Yaji. ?"

"I've said it several times, really not," Ye Sheng said helplessly, "What happened that day was completely accidental. After that, we agreed to assume that nothing happened for the time being, and we will leave everything until after this mission. After all, this mission is really important..."

"Brother, I despise you! Can't you be a man in charge at this time?" Lu Mingfei had an expression of hatred for iron and steel, "Isn't it just some rules? Isn't it bad for you two to develop into an underground relationship quietly?"

"Emotions will affect the judges the commissioner makes underwater..."

In the middle of Ye Sheng's words, Lu Mingfei interrupted him disdainfully: "Senior brother, do you think you two have no feelings if nothing happened? I have never heard of this thing that can be suppressed."

"..."

After a long silence, Ye Shengcai said: "Actually, I did think about it. After this mission, if Yaji wants to, I will apply for transfer from the underwater operation team together with her, and open the romance, because of the importance of this mission. Sex, as long as we make enough achievements, we may still stay in the equipment department after transfer, and join some special trainings that are only open to elite commissioners, and then we can transfer to the conventional combat team. The conventional combat team is allowed to have couples. of."

"Are you two still reluctant to leave the front line even if you are co-authored away from underwater operations? Are you so adventurous?"

Lu Mingfei complained.

"There are some risks, somebody has to take them," Ye Sheng smiled. "If we are going to join the mission this time, we should be able to apply for a honeymoon vacation. I will send you travel photos when that time comes."

"Please be sure to send me the picture of Aki-senpai swimming in a bikini by the beach."

Lu Mingfei put his hands together.

"Bah! There are no photos of Yaji wearing swimsuits. The photos of brother wearing swimming trunks on the beach will definitely fill your mailbox by then!"

Ye Sheng stared at Lu Mingfei fiercely.

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up, and he smiled slyly: "Isn't that just right? I heard that Brother Ye Sheng has a lot of fans in the school. I can use your photo to find them in exchange for their clothes. A picture of a bikini."

"Junior brother, do you dare to be more shameless?"

"I can send the pictures of the girls in bikinis to you, brother-during your honeymoon with Sister Yaji."

"Sorry, I was wrong!"

Ye Sheng bowed his head to apologize.

"Okay, no kidding, according to Norma's prediction, there will be a sixth-level strong wind and heavy rain during the day tomorrow, and it will last until night, when the brothers will go into the water to perform the task," Lu Mingfei said seriously, "It must be Pay attention to safety. Professor Mans said there might be a palace of the King of Bronze and Fire under the water."

"The weather in the Yangtze River has changed too drastically in the past few days. At the beginning, Norma predicted the weather, and the storm should be tomorrow night. As a result, the current forecast result is a full half day earlier than the beginning, from night to day," Lu Ming No way, "But Norma predicts that the weather should be stormy and foggy at that time, and the visibility is extremely low. Even during the day, I have to worry about being discovered."

"Maybe the change in weather is the vision caused by the Dragon King's Palace? It's like the ancient emperor was born with a bit of momentum," Ye Sheng joked, "The king of bronze and fire...the creation left by such a stalwart existence is unexpected. To be discovered by me and Yaji, if it is true, our names will probably remain in the history of the secret party, right?"

"I hope that the names you left behind will not be marked with'sacrifice' or'martyr~www.readwn.com~ Lu Mingfei patted Ye Sheng on the shoulder, "Remember don't stand,' I will go after this mission is over. Confessions with Yaji's things, even though you seem to have stood up just now. "

Lu Mingfei took out a palm-sized metal token from his pocket and handed it to Ye Sheng: "Take this when you go out on a mission, maybe it's useful."

"What's this?"

Ye Sheng took the token and said curiously.

"The order to open the flag, the principal gave it to me and lent it to my brother for your use. A defensive speech spirit is sealed inside. It may save your life when you are in danger. Hold it and concentrate and read the Taoist teaching aloud. The flag curse can be summoned," Lu Mingfei stood up and watched Ye Sheng's expression change. He seemed to want to return the flag opening order to himself, and patted him **** the shoulder. Yours, you have to remember to pay me back after you get out of the water."

After saying this, Lu Mingfei got up and walked out of Ye Sheng’s room, leaving only Ye Sheng with his shoulders sore and grinning, sitting dazedly, staring blankly at the door closed by Lu Mingfei. , Spit out a word after a long while.

"The order to open the flag... how do you pronounce it?"