The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 51: Pretending to be a cultivator

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Whether it's shredded potatoes...or tomatoes...

As always, she carries Juanma's domineering and violent attributes.

However, seeing that today's dishes seemed to be quite normal, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Antique stretched out his chopsticks and just picked up a piece of tomato. Juanma immediately added sugar to the tomatoes from the seasoning bag she carried with her. Then she looked at Old Antique with a smile: "Eat sugar and tomatoes together, it goes better together!"

Everyone: "..."

After eating the love lunch box made by Juanma, everyone sent Juanma to the school gate together and waved goodbye to Juanma in the breeze.

Although... the taste of the love bento is still so strange, everyone is still very touched by Juan's mother's thoughtfulness.

After checking the number of people, it was found that six people were missing. The old woman immediately thought of the group of sixty students who came to participate in the exchange meeting between the two schools, and then rushed all the way to deliver a love lunch that could only be eaten on Friday.

It is worth mentioning that Juanma always counts the number of people before making bento every time. It is very accurate, no more and no less. No one in No. 60 High School could do this except Juanma. This old woman who has been in charge of the school for more than 60 years truly takes every student and teacher into her heart.

"Goodbye, classmates! Tomorrow's spirit sword exchange meeting, I will come again if I have the chance! Mmm~"

After that, Juan’s mother also waved to everyone and left this sentence that made everyone shudder. Then he stepped on his own donkey card and flew away with flying sword Juechen...

On the eve of the Spirit Sword Exchange Meeting, there seemed to be a lot of things going on.

As soon as Juanma left, Wang Ling's double eyelids started to twitch.

…Two stars for disaster level.

Wang Ling could probably imagine what was going to happen. The sealing talisman tied to his arm is about to expire. Judging from the time point, it is not difficult for Wang Ling to calculate... It is obvious that that guy is coming.

That annoying guy that Wang Ma contacted before.

Ever since he was young, Wang Ming has always been a headache for Wang Ling. Although the country has listed Wang Ming's true identity as a state secret, it has not hesitated to praise him and compared Wang Ming's brain to a sacred instrument. It was a terrifying existence, but Wang Ling's impression of his cousin was limited to those ninety-nine stupid challenges... To put it bluntly, this guy was just a second-rate guy.

Moreover, this duality is also reflected in all aspects.

Of all the stupid things Wang Ming did, the most enjoyable thing was pretending to be a cultivator...

Today, Thursday at half past four in the afternoon.

School ended on time at No. 59 Middle School, and students in the teaching building kept walking towards the school gate, walking in groups of twos and threes.

A man also stood at the school gate on time, wearing rough linen clothes and with thick black hair neatly trimmed. The man was carrying a long sword weighing a hundred kilograms, like an ascetic monk who traveled around the world all year round. It's a pity that this outfit doesn't match his temperament. People with a higher level of knowledge can immediately tell by scanning with their spiritual sense... This is a Muggle with no spiritual power at all.

The essence of a cultivator contains a kind of naturally bred essence. This essence comes from heaven and earth, originates from the Dantian, and circulates through the meridians throughout the body. Over time, it can change a person's temperament from the inside out, making people His eyebrows are bright and shining, and his steps are as light as the wind. A true cultivator can even have a faint fragrance exuding from his body.

Wang Ming stood at the gate of No. 59 Middle School, sighing secretly... Even though he was young and promising, charming and talented in cultivation... However, having talent did not mean that he could practice. Because of his physical condition, Wang Ming discovered at a very young age that he had no connection with cultivation. That’s why we invested a hundred times more energy to focus on scientific research.

Wang Ming looked eagerly at the foundation-building high school students passing by, and Wang Ming couldn't help but have a look of envy in his eyes... If it weren't for his physical problems, with his cultivation talent, Wang Ling would not be himself at all. His opponent!

Wang Ming thought with some pity in his heart.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" The school guard of No. 59 Middle School came over and asked a little alertly.

The Spirit Sword Exchange Meeting is coming up tomorrow. No. 59 Middle School has stepped up the investigation of suspicious persons inside and outside the school. Even parents who enter the school must report to the teacher in advance, and the teacher can only be allowed in after calling the school security office to apply. But this person was good. He had been standing at the school gate twenty minutes ago, sighing while standing. The school guard thought this person was a bit strange.

Wang Ming looked at the old man and suddenly came back to his senses: "Hello, fellow Taoist, I'm here to find someone..."

The title "Fellow Taoist" made the old man feel a bit of ancient atmosphere... The old man went up and down again and looked at Wang Ming carefully: "Are you... a parent?"

The old man also has some cultivation, although his level is not too high. But the essence of a cultivator can still be distinguished.

The title "Fellow Taoist" is a term given to each other by high-level masters. The old school guard stared at Wang Ming's face for a long time, but he didn't realize that this man was a big shot... but the more he looked at it, the more suspicious he became.

"Yes, yes, I'm a parent. I'm here to find someone."

Wang Ming carefully calculated according to seniority, and after all, he was also an elder brother. He is a full six years older than Wang Ling... As a parent, there seems to be nothing wrong with him. So, nodded.

"Which student are you the parent of, and what class are you in?"

"I'm here to see Wang Ling from No. 60 Middle School... He is here to attend the exchange meeting on behalf of the school."

The old man suddenly realized that it was that group of people...

However, as a parent of a student, the old man still has doubts about Wang Ming's identity. A parent of a student in the Foundation Establishment Period must at least be in the Golden Core Realm, right

Most of the teachers in the school are in the Jindan realm, and the old guard, who has been in contact with them a lot, can still distinguish this aura.

… It’s obvious that this person doesn’t have any spiritual power at all!

Considering the famous Shadow Stream assassination incident that happened recently in No. 60 Middle School, the old guard could not help but start to have his thoughts wandering... In the past two days, Shangfeng had issued clear instructions to be on guard, because he was afraid that Shadow Stream would take advantage of the spirit sword exchange meeting. To retaliate.

Nowadays, No. 59 Middle School has strict entrance examinations, and internal security guards have successively arranged patrols and experts to take charge... To be honest, the old guard did not think that Shadow Liu would have the courage to sneak into the school blatantly.

However, this young man who pretended to be a cultivator did successfully attract the attention of the old man...

The old doorman retired from the Criminal Investigation Department of Xiuzhen Police Station a few years ago. Based on many years of work experience, the old man now has good reason to be suspicious. The young man in front of me may be the undercover agent sent by the criminal elements to try to sneak into the school...

(End of chapter)