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

Chapter 13 I Occasionally Want to Be the Main Character of a Manga
In the evening, Lu Mingfei walked towards the internet cafe he frequented on weekdays.

After staying at Su Xiaoqian's house for another night, he got up early in the morning and went to the roof to breathe out the purple energy. Unfortunately, this time the purple energy was only a tiny bit, and he didn't even have one to pay tribute to the gods. After the incense is lit, there is a lot of smoke wafting out.

But even this little bit of purple energy made Lu Mingfei clearly feel that his cultivation had improved a little.

To be on the safe side, when he breathes out the purple energy for another six or seven days and accumulates some more mana, he is ready to try breathing out the Qi of the Five Elements.

Although the quality of Qi of the Five Elements depends on the surrounding environment, in most cases it is far inferior to Zi Qi, and it takes a long time to refine and transform it into mana. The opportunity to breathe out, although the quality is really high, but the amount is really small.

According to the records of the Heavenly Book, many great masters in that world had studied the purple qi at the beginning - after all, the purple qi is really too mysterious, and the effect is also very good, from the food qi to the primordial spirit can use the purple qi to effectively cultivate.

A long time ago, there was a great master of the Yuanshen Realm who was proficient in the way of refining tools. He felt that it was too wasteful to breathe out the purple energy only once a day, so he built a flying boat and let his disciples drive the flying boat to rise against the sun. Flying in the direction, it is guaranteed that looking back from the flying boat, the view at sunrise will always be in sight.

As a result, after his first breath, he reluctantly found that the purple qi had disappeared, even if the surrounding sky was exactly the same as the purple qi just came out.

The unyielding boss continued to order his apprentices to drive the flying boat to "escape" the sun, and even accelerated the flying boat to "reverse" the sky, and then slowed the flying boat to see the dawn again, but to no avail.

This kind of attempt happened many times, and then a miracle happened - the purple air really emerged around the sun again!
Then the boss pinched his fingers, and the time just passed twelve hours.

It is said that after this incident, the big guy went into seclusion for 50 years.

Lu Mingfei felt that he should be autistic.

He is not a powerful man, he doesn't have a flying boat, and he doesn't want to be autistic, so it's good to breathe out the purple qi once a day honestly.

What he didn't expect was that not only Uncle Yang, the housekeeper, had gotten up early in the morning, but even the eldest young lady Su Xiaoqian had gotten up and was wearing sports clothes to go for a morning run.

Then she saw Lu Mingfei with the sneaky cat on the roof.

To be honest, Lu Mingfei was surprised, and Su Xiaoqian was even more surprised.

Morning jogging is a habit that Su Xiaoqian has cultivated since the first day of junior high in order to maintain his health. Later, he added another reason to keep in shape when he came to the second day of junior high school.

So she always gets up early.

But based on her impression of Lu Mingfei, she has always felt that Lu Mingfei should be the kind of "it's impossible to get up before noon once on vacation, and on a whim, you can wake up from noon and lie down abruptly in bed from noon to sleep at night." "The goddess, I didn't expect him to get up so early.

But what is he doing without climbing the roof?

Su Xiaoqing asked this doubt. Lu Mingfei, who had finished breathing on the roof, casually said that he wanted to see the sunrise and was ready to go. As a result, Su Xiaoqian didn't know what to say. He quickly climbed up to the roof with a ladder, dragged Lu Mingfei and started watching the sunrise.

Lu Mingfei wanted to slap his mouth.

After watching the sunrise with Miss Su tremblingly for more than ten minutes, Lu Mingfei hurriedly bid farewell. Although Su Xiaoqian generously said that he could stay for two more days, Lu Mingfei left resolutely.

Although Su Xiaoqing's house is a big villa, and Uncle Yang is there, he will not have the embarrassment of "a single man and a widow living in the same room", but Su Xiaoqian is a girl after all, and he and Su Xiaoqing are only in the same class Classmates, it's not good to live in a girl's house for a long time.

What if Chen Wenwen knew about it and misunderstood it?
But when it comes to Chen Wenwen, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that since he got the scripture two days ago, he rarely thinks of Chen Wenwen. He only thinks of Chen Wenwen two or three times in total in two days. In normal times, he can think of Chen Wenwen four times in an hour. Five times.

Probably too many things have happened in the past two days, and the amount of information received is too large, and my mind can't move.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lu Mingfei always felt that after thinking of Chen Wenwen less often, he seemed to have a lot of time all of a sudden.

After leaving Su Xiaoqian's house, Lu Mingfei, who was penniless, relied on his almost tireless legs under the blessing of mana to run to a rented bookstore that he often went to on weekdays. Hours of reading.

Relying on his extraordinary physical strength, he just stood in the rental bookstore and read books for five hours, and the boss's eyes changed from the original "I'm used to seeing books like you, I accept my fate. , let's rub it casually." Seeing through the red dust became the pity of "This child is also a poor person".

In the end, the boss not only gave Lu Mingfei a free copy of the latest version of "One Piece" comics, but also bought him a pancake fruit for dinner from the takeaway.

The bearded, vicissitudes-looking uncle didn't forget to pat Lu Mingfei on the shoulder when he handed him the pancake fruit, showing an amiable smile, comforting him and saying, "Everyone will encounter difficulties sometimes, it doesn't matter, If you can't bear it for a while, it will pass. If you can't bear it, you can ask others to help you. After all, there are still many good people like Uncle in this world who are willing to help out."

Lu Mingfei really wanted to complain about whether the uncle had read too many comics before saying the lines that are only found in such comics, but because of his deep skin, Rao felt a little fever on his face when facing the enthusiasm of the shopkeeper and uncle. , I could only stammered thanks to the comics that my uncle gave enthusiastically, and hurriedly fled.

By the way, I took the pancake fruit.

Leaving the rental bookstore, it was getting late, Lu Mingfei nibbled on the pancakes and fruit, and walked to the Internet cafe-although he didn't have a dime on him, there were some people in the Internet cafe who were willing to pay for him all night. Internet fees, and two more bottles of Nutrition Express and two packs of Magician's Crispy Noodles, in order to get interstellar players with expert guidance.

Or he can charge a fee to help the interstellar player who was abused by the opposite side to find a place to fight back, but if it doesn't work, he can lick his face and go to the network administrator for credit. He is also a regular customer, and they are all acquaintances.

Lu Mingfei was only a few hundred meters away from the Internet cafe while slowly nibbling at the cold pancake fruit in his hand, and holding the "One Piece" comic given by the boss in the other hand.

Suddenly, he stopped.

In the alley in the distance, there seem to be scoundrels swearing and girls crying?
Lu Mingfei's footsteps stopped, and the mana poured into the spiritual platform, and his ears and eyes suddenly became clear, and the faint swaying voice in the distance suddenly became clear.

The gangsters slurred their words, constantly swearing with dirty words, the girl's cry trembling with fear, and occasionally resisting her crying, such as "please stop beating", "I will listen to you", "please stop beating him". The sound of pleading, as well as the dull punches and blows of physical contact, and the groan of pain that the man held back with his strength.

These voices poured into Lu Mingfei's ears, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

Frowning and silent for a few seconds, Lu Mingfei whispered to himself, "The affairs of others have nothing to do with me."

What does other people's affairs have to do with him?The experience from childhood to adulthood made him understand a truth early on - everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, and doesn't care about the frost on other people's tiles.

Enthusiastic about taking care of other things and helping others, usually the last thing you get is just a "thank you" that others don't care about, and there may even be more trouble.

For example, when he was in junior high school, he dragged away a boy who was bullied by the school bully, but not only was he blocked by the school bully the next day, but the boy who was dragged by him also kicked him surrounded by the school bully.

After that kick, all the "injustices" in Lu Mingfei's eyes were no longer related to him.

He withdrew his mana, his hearing recovered, and the originally clear voice turned into a whisper like a mosquito again.

He stuffed the pancake fruit into his mouth, took a big bite and chewed it in his mouth, and the remaining pancake fruit in his hand suddenly decreased by nearly half.

He eats slowly at all, and those who know him know that he can make gluttons succumb at the dinner table.

It's just that this pancake fruit is the only food that other people have invited him to eat in the past two years, apart from the lunch and dinner of Su Xiaoqian's family, and the nutritious express noodles that the interstellar players who admired him in the Internet cafe paid tribute to.

Although the pancake fruit was cold in his hand, it was still warm where his fingers were tightly squeezed through the plastic bag, just like the hand the boss patted on his shoulder not long ago.

Speaking of which, it seems that no one has patted his shoulder for a long time.

"...There will always be times when we encounter difficulties...I can't bear it...to help,...there are still...many...good people who are willing to help out..."

The comfort of the bookstore owner's comic lines resounded in his ears.

Lu Mingfei stopped.

"Cut..." He let out a sigh of relief and said with disdain, "The lines are like the protagonist's passionate blood."

He lowered his head and stuffed the rest of the pancakes into his mouth, Lu Mingfei chewed it, and the bangs that hung down covered his black eyes, as if they melted into the night together.

"However," Lu Mingfei munched on the pancake fruit and muttered to himself, "I do want to be the protagonist of the comic once in a while."

He casually put the empty plastic bag in the trash can next to him, and divided the mana into two strands and poured into the spiritual platform and his legs.

Lu Mingfei strode forward, striding his legs alternately, striding three or four meters away in one step, and disappeared into the night leisurely.

　Because I'm going to the movie theater in the city (live in the village during the summer vacation) tomorrow to watch White Snake 2, I went to bed early today, and there's only one chapter left. When I come back from the movie tomorrow, I'll add two chapters in the afternoon and evening!
　　Just take this opportunity to adjust my underworld routine.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)