I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 114 The Vice Principal Accepts Apprentices (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!)
"Mingfei, come and try this," the vice-principal spoke fluent Chinese, and enthusiastically put a piece of clear crystal hoof into Lu Mingfei's bowl, and said, "It's the most common dish in ordinary dishes. Kung fu, the chef of this restaurant is definitely this!"

The vice-principal gave a thumbs-up and grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat yellow teeth.

"Thank...Thank you!"

Apart from thanking Lu Mingfei, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Chu Zihang was on the side with a tense face. In the bowl were braised pork knuckles, boiled chicken and sweet and sour pork ribs that Professor Schneider had given him.

Every time the vice-principal picks up food for Lu Mingfei, Professor Schneider picks up chopsticks for Chu Zihang, but Professor Schneider, the vice-principal, is different, he doesn't like to talk.

Every time the vice-principal picks up a piece of food, he has to say a few words to Lu Mingfei enthusiastically like an elder who loves the younger generation. Professor Schneider will only put the food into Chu Zihang's bowl with a cold face, as if he is giving something to someone. A death row prisoner delivered the last meal of decapitation.

If it were an ordinary person, they must not have the psychological quality to swallow it.

"Well... isn't there an entrance test today? Why..."

After being picked up for the seventh time in a row, Lu Mingfei finally couldn't help asking.

As soon as he and Chu Zihang came in, they were already mentally prepared for the rain of swords, lights, swords and murderous intentions, but the outrageous middle-aged man with a strong dragon aura waved his hand and said to the waiter who opened the door that since all the guests are here, Just trouble this beautiful lady to serve the dishes. I ate a soy elbow in half a day and I was so hungry.

Then Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang sat down with bewildered faces, and waiters in well-dressed cheongsams filed in. The pear wood dining table, which originally only had teapots and a plate of sauced pork, was filled with various dishes. They claimed to be the vice president of Kassel College. The middle-aged man unscrewed a bottle of Huiyuan Guoli Orange and said to Lu Mingfei a warm welcome to the interview candidates.

"Eat first, eat first. Isn't there an old saying in China that 'food is paramount to the people'?" The vice-principal put a large piece of braised elbow meat in his bowl, and said "bald" into his mouth. Then he said in a vague way, "I didn't even have a full meal for the interview. Those who didn't know would think that our Kassel College is in financial crisis!"

"We Chinese?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback, "Vice principal, are you Chinese?"

"Not in terms of nationality, but my heart will always stand with China," the vice-principal took a sip of Huiyuan Guoli Orange heroically, pointed at himself and said to Lu Mingfei, "Do you know the Flying Tigers?"

"You know, the American Volunteer Air Corps."

Lu Ming is not right.

"I founded it with Chennault back then!"

The vice-principal slapped his chest loudly.

The Flying Tigers were founded in 1942. If the vice-principal's words are true, he must be at least 90 years old, but it's hard to say whether he is 50 years old or not from his appearance.

However, Lu Mingfei still believes in him. After all, half-demons have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, and the same is true for mixed races, especially the unfathomable strength of this fat middle-aged man.

But there are still doubts on the lips.

"You created it? How long ago has that been?"

Lu Mingfei had a look of disbelief.

"For mixed races, this period of time is not too long," the vice-principal sighed, "Thinking about it, it seems like it was still yesterday."

"Okay, let's not talk about these old calendars, let's talk about you young people," the vice principal said warmly and kindly as if he were Lu Mingfei's grandfather, "Mingfei, the food here is still suitable for you Appetite?"

"Hey! Hey! It's so delicious!"

Lu Mingfei nodded again and again, this time it was indeed from the heart.

"That's good. You are the great-great-grandson of my immediate boss' best friend. If I don't greet you well, he will definitely trouble me when I go back."

The vice-principal said.

"Great-great-grandson?" Lu Mingfei scratched the meaning of the words, "How old is your immediate boss?"

"Not very old, maybe more than 130 years old."

Lu Mingfei thought that if you look at it this way, mixed races can live longer than half-demons. If the ancestors of ordinary half-demons are not strong, they will be too old to walk without dying at the age of 130. They have retired long ago. How can they continue to stick to their posts? .

Lu Mingfei remained silent, and the vice-principal thought he didn't believe it: "Mingfei, you also know about the hybrids, right? I believe you have also felt the changes in your body. Let me tell you, the lifespan of hybrids is longer than that of ordinary people. It’s a lot longer, and for those mixed races with slightly better bloodlines, dying at the age of [-] is considered an early death.”

"Like the old Angers, that is, my boss, and me, oh yes, and you, a mixed blood like us, it's normal to live to be two hundred years old."

The vice principal patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder vigorously.

Lu Mingfei thought that if I could only live to be more than 200 years old, then I would not be called an early death, but an early death.

"My pedigree...is it very high? By the way, how do you know me, the vice principal?"

Lu Mingfei looked puzzled.

Now that the vice-principal had brought up his bloodline, he simply asked about it.

He has been curious about his bloodline for a long time, let's say it is strong...it really doesn't have much sense of existence, and the strengthening of his body is also very ordinary compared to mana, and it hasn't brought him the "" Ling Ling", and he didn't feel the breath of "dragon" in himself.

Let's say it's not strong... He hasn't forgotten that the living creature of the Milky Way Pot called him "Your Majesty" some time ago.

If there is no problem with the brain of the Qi Ling in the Galaxy Pot, his bloodline should be no worse than that of Old Tang... However, considering his situation, he is more inclined to the Galaxy Pot's brain.

Jiu De Mai said that he has a high bloodline, but he can understand it. She completely misunderstood the source of his power. She and the forces behind her didn't know the existence of the Heavenly Book, so they naturally regarded his power as the power brought by the awakened blood of the mixed race. .

If so, can he not be of high blood?
"Actually, we found out when we were investigating things related to Chu Zihang," Professor Schneider, who had never had any sense of existence, took the initiative to say, "It was Chu Zihang who first approached the academy, and the academy investigated him. As you His closest friend is also under investigation."

"Then you discovered something peculiar about me," Lu Mingfei nodded thoughtfully, "So you also discovered my mixed race?"

"That's right," the vice-principal nodded, "We have discovered your potential, so naturally we can't let a treasure like you get dusted."

"You are overrated."

Lu Mingfei was humble.

"Not at all!" The vice-principal waved his hands and said seriously, "Ming Fei, you may not have thought that there is inestimable potential hidden in your body."

Thanks, I thought about it.

Lu Mingfei said in his heart.

"So besides joining Kassel College, I have another very important question." The vice-principal wiped off the grease from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, with a solemn expression, "Ming Fei, are you willing to be my student?"

Lu Mingfei: ? ? ?

Chu Zihang: ? ? ?

Schneider:! ! !
"Mentor Flamel" is about to accept disciples?Flamel's alchemy needs a new inheritor? !
How did this kind of thing that can cause a magnitude [-] earthquake happen so suddenly in the circle of alchemists all over the world?

Professor Schneider, who has always had a weak sense of presence, couldn't help but stare at the vice-principal with wide eyes.

We never discussed such a big deal when we came here!
ps: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!
　Happy Mid-autumn Festival! (≧≦)
　　 PS: The charging port of the mobile phone is broken. I searched the Internet. It seems that the batch I bought has a problem with the quality control. In the past few months, the charging port has started to break... But the repair shop in the school has not yet opened, and there is no I don't know when it will be opened...it will take time to send it back to the factory for repair...there is no mobile phone available in the past few days...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)