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

Chapter 291 Amulet

PS: Because according to regulations, all real ground will be replaced with capitalized initials, so all "bei jing" in the text will be replaced with "帝都" in the future. Please forgive the bad reading effect for everyone.

"Then we're leaving. We'll bring you candies back after we've attended the wedding. Ling, you and Xiaotian, take a good look at the house."

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

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang carried their luggage and went out, leaving only Ling and Xiaotian in the room talking to each other.

"Wow!" Xiaotian raised his head and yelled, stretched out his paw and pointed out the door.

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

Xiaotian nodded.

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

"Wang!" Xiaotian nodded.

……

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

Ling sat on the sofa and stared at this scene—even though she had often seen this kind of scene in the past few months, she was still not used to it.

After Xiaotian also left, the huge villa was completely empty, and Ling actually felt a little bit uncomfortable.

Today, the special operations team did not train during the holiday, so Ling picked up the textbook on dragon genealogy that was as thick as a large brick on the coffee table, opened the book and began 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 treats her completely as a stocking strategy, her grades in every class can be kept in the top three or even the first in the grade, which makes other professors feel sorry for them. Why haven't I met such a diligent and worry-free student.

"Ding-dong-"

A crisp doorbell will wake up Zero who has been 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," which no one would believe in a cold and polite tone, Zero opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Weiglaf with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Why is it you?" Seeing Zero who opened the door, Wiglaf blurted out and asked.

"The tutor and Xiao Qiang went to attend a relative's wedding," Ling explained, "they haven't been at home for the past few days."

"Going to the wedding..." Wiglaf froze for a moment, she didn't know anything about it.

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

Weiglaf's eyebrows drooped a little, feeling inexplicably depressed.

"Is there something you want to see your tutor and Xiao Qiang?" Zero's mood suddenly improved, "I will tell you on my behalf."

Xiao Qiang... This title is really intimate.

thought Wiglaf.

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

As soon as the words came out of Wiglaf's mouth, Wiglaf wanted to slap himself.

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

Is she in a good mood now?

Walking in to meet Wiglaf, because there is no servant at home, and Xiaotian is not there, Ling can only make a pot of black tea by himself.

The sofas in the living room are placed at right angles, and Ling sits on the long side sofa with "Genealogy of Dragons" spread out on his knees, reading quietly. black tea.

Wiglaf was sitting on the sofa on the short side, sitting upright, looking forward, the earphones were hanging around his neck, but no sound came out, the training weapon he brought was leaning against the armrest, and a cup of black tea was quietly brewing on the saucer in front of him. With white steam.

zero:……

Wiglaf: ...

zero:……

Wiglaf: ...

Only the occasional sound of flipping books can be heard in the living room. Zero and Wiglaf seem to be playing some kind of game similar to "One Two Three Wooden Figures". Although they can move, whoever speaks first loses.

If it was really a game, then Wiglaf must have been at a disadvantage, because she opened her mouth several times to speak, but stopped.

"Ding-dong-"

The crisp and gentle doorbell rang again, and Zero and Wiglaf looked up at the door almost at the same time.

The sound of the doorbell is like a hot classroom in midsummer. The math teacher writes one formula after another incomprehensible with chalk on the blackboard under the afterglow of the setting sun coming in from the window. The serenade of chalk hitting the blackboard makes all the students faint When he was drowsy, the small hammer on the black wall hanging on the yellowed old putty wall outside the classroom door slammed on the bell cover, and the class bell was clearer and louder.

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

Wiglaf sat on the couch and watched.

Zero opened the door, completely unexpectedly, standing outside the door were Caesar and Fingel.

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

Because of the angle, Caesar couldn't see Wiglaf sitting inside.

"The tutor and Xiao Qiang went to attend a relative's wedding," Ling said, "If there is something to do, I can convey it for you."

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

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

"Ahem, that, Miss Zero," Fingel said with a shy face, "Although Brother Fei and sister-in-law are not here, it is not easy for me and Brother Caesar to come over, can you let us in for a cup of tea? "

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

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

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

Of course, it would be even better if it can 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 chairman of the student union, he didn't want to ask for tea.

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

Walking in behind Zero and Finger, Caesar stopped suddenly when he saw Finger's majestic back, and almost ran into him without stopping for a moment.

But he had no intention of blaming Fingel, because he raised his head after steadying his steps, and saw someone sitting on the sofa.

an acquaintance.

Caesar could understand that Fingel stopped suddenly, because no matter who it was, it was normal for anyone to be stunned subconsciously after being frightened.

Ling just said that Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang are not here and will not be back in a short time, but Wiglaf is sitting here, and looking at the two cups of tea that are no longer steaming in front of him and Ling, Wiglaf has been around for quite some time.

Caesar suddenly realized.

No wonder Wiglaf ran to Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang's house every day during this time. It turned out to be... how do you say that Chinese idiom?

Drunkard’s intention is not to drink!
Also, although Ling usually doesn't like to talk and is alienated from people, she even has obvious cleanliness, and even wears thin rubber gloves to use training weapons during training, but she is so cute, such a delicate and flawless picture, as if it came from a master The doll-like face in the hand is enough for men to ignore all her shortcomings. Although due to her strong aura and polite alienation, no one in school chased her, but secretly liked her. But there are a lot of people...

Although Weiglaf's personality is a little bit jumpy, a little bit flamboyant, a little prickly, and a little perverse, he is still a young man in his twenties in the final analysis. It is normal to like cute girls, especially with his height. Well, the height of most mixed-race girls is not suitable for him, only the shorter Ling, who is actually a little harmonious when standing with him.

The witty Caesar felt that he had discovered the truth, and when he looked at the silent Zero and Wiglaf, he suddenly felt uncomfortable as if he was an electric light bulb.

"Well, I remembered that the student union still has some things to deal with, and I need to rush back with Finger, the head of the news department," Caesar looked at Ling and said, "Let's go first and come back next time."

"Yeah." Zero nodded.

Caesar reached out and grabbed Fingel by the back collar, dragged him out of the door, and closed the door smoothly.

"President!" Fingel was astonished as if waking up from a dream, pointing at the door and hesitating in a low voice, "Could it be, zero sum..."

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

……

Imperial Capital, evening, Wangfujing Food Street.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang went shopping alone with an oversized kraft paper bag full of bags.

It was nearly the twelfth lunar month, and the sky was getting dark earlier. The street lights on the commercial street were already on, and the pedestrians on the street were all wearing warm long-sleeved clothes.

Although they were not afraid of the cold, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang also changed into seasonal clothes so as not to attract too much attention.

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

Being a monk has many benefits. Apart from not being afraid of the cold and being good-looking, there is another very important benefit, that is, not afraid of gaining weight, and you can eat freely.

There are still a few days before the wedding of Su Jinye and Jiang Yunsi. Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang 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 big deal that he was handsome, from an objective point of view, he was more handsome than Su Jinye, and Even if Su Jinye is already at the "very handsome" level in the public's aesthetics, he is still much better than Su Jinye.

Similarly, Su Xiaoqiang is also more beautiful than Jiang Yunsi, although the two have completely different temperaments.

Didn't he feel that asking himself and Xiao Qiang to be the best man and bridesmaid is an act of ruining his reputation?

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

Today's rehearsal was over, he and Su Xiaoqiang had nothing to do, so they went out to visit the food street.

It has to be too much, the imperial capital is indeed densely populated, and the food street has a large flow of people. It has just entered the night, and the spacious streets are brightly lit, which makes people feel crowded.

Although it is called a "food desert" by the imperial capital, a food street is after all a place where the essence of folk food in an urban area 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 shops. With the bold mentality of not being short on money and not afraid of getting fat, he and Su Xiaoqiang found a enthusiastic shop, and each ordered an oversized kraft paper If you see something you are interested in, buy it, and put it in a paper bag when you buy it. If you need to eat it while it is hot, you can solve it as you go.

The handsome man and the beautiful woman are already eye-catching enough, not to mention the handsome man and the beautiful woman are holding a paper bag of snacks that is almost as high as the tip of their own nose.

However, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang 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 stuffed buns, holding a bag that was bigger than him and Su Xiaoqiang, and was almost overwhelmed by snacks. The cracked kraft paper bag took the two bags of steamed stuffed buns handed over by the boss, and then a delicate girl wearing a black trench coat of the same style as him ran towards him.

Fellow people...

Feeling that I am not alone, Lu Mingfei walked towards a tricycle selling candied haws with the huge kraft paper bag and Su Xiaoqiang, and each of them bought a bunch of candied hawthorns with seeds removed and fed them to each other.

Shopping and shopping all the way, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang walked out of the food street with great results, and then saw a group of people gathered in front of a shop at the corner, and a middle-aged man's voice could be heard shouting angrily in the middle of the crowd.

"Old monk, what on earth do you want? I told you that this is a talisman consecrated by the master. I, Kong Lianshun, have been here for almost ten years. How could I sell fakes!"

"Amitabha," the voice of the old man in the crowd was full of anger, "The old monk is not saying that the amulet of yours, the store, is not consecrated, but the word consecration is not suitable for this amulet, magic weapon, etc., let alone according to what the store said. Some masters have consecrated it, but it is essentially just a psychological comfort. Please think about it. Customers are free to buy it if they want to. But the store, you insist that this amulet has great magic power, which can make people avoid the disaster of blood and light. It is a bit exaggerated, and the old monk just pointed it out."

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

In a small open space in the center surrounded by the crowd, a middle-aged rich man in a Tang suit stared red-faced at an old monk. The monk had a gray beard that hung down for more than a foot. He was tall, with a straight back, and was wearing old and clean Baina monk clothes, wearing a pair of cloth shoes, has a ruddy and healthy complexion, only inconspicuous wrinkles on the face, no age spots at all, ignoring the beard and only looking at the face, it seems that he is not yet 50 years old.

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

"It's legal," the old monk nodded, "but it's a sin to deceive a group of seventy-eighty-year-olds into drawing 80 yuan to buy a useless amulet."

(End of this chapter)