When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

The morning light was dim, and people in a hurry came and went from time to time at the entrance of Chicago Union Station.

Old Tang took out his wallet, opened it, and looked at the black magnetic card tickets placed in the transparent compartment. Fortunately, although he was a road addict, he didn't have the problem of losing anything.

Walking into the station, Old Tang discovered that the waiting hall of Chicago Station was so huge and empty, with white walls that looked like marble, and a curved dome that let in the faint morning light.

At the entrance of Lao Tang, I felt like a believer entering St. George's Cathedral to worship, but there was no icon here.

"One dollar, just one dollar..."

Someone spoke at his side, which seemed to be because of the distance. The voice was vague and unreal, as if it came from a long-lost dream.

This is a common begging saying. Old Tang lived in a poor neighborhood in Brooklyn and was used to hearing this kind of saying, but he didn't expect that it was also popular in Chicago.

He turned his head and tried to say no in a familiar manner, but half of the words were stuck in his throat.

The man who spoke looked really miserable.

He was lying on the waiting bench, wearing a dark green plaid shirt and trousers of the same color. The clothes looked like they hadn't been washed for a long time. His shirt was bulging, but his face was very sallow, and his silver-gray eyes were dull and dry.

To be fair, this is the worst beggar Old Tang has ever seen.

After hesitating for a moment, Old Tang took out his wallet and took out a twenty-dollar bill - now he no longer felt bad about taking out twenty dollars.

Well... at least I won't feel particularly distressed.

Old Tang put away his wallet, walked over and handed the money to the beggar who was lying weakly on the bench. However, unexpectedly, the beggar did not look at the banknote, but stared straight at Old Tang. He was terrified.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

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

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

Old Tang was stunned, took out his wallet, and pulled out the magnetic card ticket that was exactly the same as the one in the beggar's hand.

"Junior! Dear! I really saw it right just now!"

The beggar, who was dying a second ago and lying on the ground with a pale face, suddenly became energetic. He jumped up from the bench and walked up to Old Tang in two or two steps, showing the excitement of seeing his comrades on the streets of the underground party.

"Junior, I just saw that you have tickets in your wallet. Are you an old student returning to school or a new student entering school?"

The beggar said as he eagerly extended his hand to the banknotes in Old Tang's hand.

"Uh... hello, senior brother. I am the new student, Ronald Tang. Senior brother, just call me Old Tang."

Old Tang handed the money to the beggar.

"Fingel von Flins, Old Tang, I will give you my brother."

Fingel took the money and wanted to pat Old Tang on the shoulder, but he stopped when he saw that his hands had not been washed for several days. He thought to himself that this junior's face was really young and mature. He had just entered college and was stunned. He has the face of a social person.

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

As a person who is already in his twenties and starting to study for his junior year, Old Tang has always felt that as a freshman, he might have some psychological barriers to calling some sophomores and juniors seniors and seniors. But now facing this Finn When Geer called him "senior brother", he spoke very fluently without any mental barriers.

After all, no matter how you look at this image, he is a homeless man who is over thirty years old.

"Yes, I'm waiting to go back to school. I've been waiting here for two days."

Fingal complained.

"Two days?"

Old Tang's eyes widened and he thought to himself, is the efficiency of Kassel College so unreliable?

"Generally, students can leave on the same day, but who told me to be a low-ranking student," Finger complained. "Those with particularly high-ranking grades can go to school by helicopter, but low-ranking students like me have to wait for the bus, sometimes for several days. Can’t even wait.”

"Level? Is it blood level?"

Old Tang approached Fingel and asked in a low voice, not dissing his beggar-like slovenliness at all - after all, Old Tang sometimes lived at home by himself, and was not necessarily much cleaner than Fingel.

"Yes, yes, it seems that you, junior, have already gone through entrance counseling," Fingel also lowered his voice, "Has your instructor told you what level you are?"

"Tutor? I haven't completed the admission procedures yet. Where can I find a tutor..."

Old Tang shook his head.

"How could it not be the case? According to the tradition of Cassel College, whoever is the main interviewer during your interview will be your tutor when you enroll. From the moment he interviews you, your file has been assigned to him. "It's in your name," Fingel explained. "It seems that your mentor is a careless person and didn't even tell you this."

"Hmm... So that's it. Maybe he forgot."

Recalling Professor Guderian's bloodshot face, extreme excitement and shock in the hotel, Old Tang felt that it was normal for him to forget some trivial things.

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

Fingel patted his chest proudly, and Old Tang was wondering. Didn't the intelligence say that Kassel College is a four-year institution? Where did eight years come from? Could it be that this humble-looking senior brother Fingel is actually a big shot with a doctorate? No wonder he looks a bit sloppy like this. It's normal to be a bit unkempt in academic pursuits.

"Senior brother, do you know Professor Guderian?"

Old Tang, who regarded Fingel as the doctor's boss, couldn't help but sound a little more respectful.

"What? Who are you talking about? Professor Guderian? Isn't he your interviewer?"

Fingel's eyes widened and his voice sounded like a choked male duck.

"Yes, what's wrong, senior brother?"

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

"Junior 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, "Run!"

…

On the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, on the Monyah, Lu Mingfei sat in Ye Sheng's room, hooked an arm on his shoulder, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Ye Sheng, there really is no development between you and Senior Sister Ya Ji. ?"

"I've said it several times, it really didn't happen," Ye Sheng said helplessly, "What happened that day was a complete accident. After that, we agreed to pretend that nothing had happened for the time being, and we would talk about everything after this mission. After all, this mission is too important..."

"Senior brother, I despise you! Can't you be a little more responsible as a man at this time?" Lu Mingfei had a look of hatred on his face, "Isn't it just some rules? Isn't it good for you two to quietly develop an underground relationship?"

"Emotions can affect the judgment a commissioner makes underwater..."

Ye Sheng was interrupted by Lu Mingfei disdainfully in the middle of his words: "Senior Brother, do you think that just because you two treat it like nothing happened, it means you have no feelings? I've never heard that this thing can be suppressed."

"..."

After a long silence, Ye Shengcai said: "Actually, I have indeed considered it. After this mission, if Yaji is willing, I will apply with her to be transferred from the underwater operation team and make our relationship public. Given the importance of this mission, Sex, as long as we make enough achievements, we may be able to stay in the execution department after being transferred, and join some special training only for elite specialists, and then we can be transferred to the regular combat team. Couples are allowed in the regular combat team of."

"Even if we are transferred out of underwater operations, do you two still refuse to leave the front line? Are you so adventurous?"

Lu Mingfei complained.

"Some people have to take risks," Ye Sheng smiled. "If this mission goes smoothly, we should be able to apply for a honeymoon leave. I will send you travel photos by then."

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

Lu Mingfei clasped his hands together.

"Bah! There are no photos of Aki wearing a swimsuit. Photos of senior brother wearing swimming trunks on the beach will definitely fill your mailbox!"

Ye Sheng glared at Lu Mingfei fiercely.

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up and he smiled mischievously: "Wouldn't that be just right? I heard that Senior Brother Ye Sheng has a lot of fans in school. I can use your photos to find them and exchange them for their clothes." Bikini pictures.”

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

"I can send those photos of girls wearing bikinis to you, Senior Brother - when you and Senior Sister Aki are on your honeymoon."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Ye Sheng lowered his head and apologized.

"Okay, no kidding, according to Norma's prediction, there will be level 6 strong winds and heavy rain here during the day tomorrow, which will continue until nightfall. Then it will be time for you, senior brothers, to go into the water to perform your mission," Lu Mingfei said seriously, "You must Be careful, Professor Mance said there might be a palace of the King of Bronze and Fire underwater."

"The weather in the Yangtze River has changed too drastically in the past few days. When Norma first predicted the weather, the storm should be tomorrow night, but the current prediction is half a day earlier than the original, from night to day," Lu Ming Feidao said, "But Norma predicted that the weather at that time should be stormy and foggy, with extremely low visibility. There is no need to worry about being discovered even in the daytime."

"Perhaps the change in the weather is the vision caused by the appearance of the Dragon King's palace? Just like the birth of an ancient emperor, there must be some fanfare," Ye Sheng joked, "The King of Bronze and Fire... The creations left by such a majestic existence turned out to be If it is discovered by me and Aki, our names will probably remain in the history of the secret party, right?"

"I hope the names you two left behind will not be marked with 'sacrifice' or 'martyr'," Lu Mingfei patted Ye Sheng's shoulder, "Remember, I will confess my love to Yaji after this mission is over." ' and other flags, although you seemed to have set it up just now."

Lu Mingfei took out a palm-sized metal token from his pocket and handed it to Ye Sheng: "Take this with you when you go on a mission. Maybe it will come in handy."

"What's this?"

Ye Sheng took the token and said curiously.

"The flag-opening order was given to me by the principal. I will lend it to you, senior brother. There is a defensive type of speech spirit sealed inside. It may be able to save your lives when you are in danger. Hold it and concentrate on reading the Taoist opening words aloud. The flag spell can be summoned." Lu Mingfei stood up and saw the change in Ye Sheng's expression. He seemed to want to return the flag opening order to him, so he patted his shoulder hard, "Senior brother, don't think it's too valuable, this is just a loan from me. It's yours, remember to return it to me after you come out of the water."

After saying this, Lu Mingfei stood up and strode out of Ye Sheng's room in a cool and unrestrained manner, leaving only Ye Sheng, who was grinning with shoulder pain, sitting in a daze, staring blankly at the door that Lu Mingfei had closed. , it took a long time before he uttered a word.

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