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

"Mingfei, come and try this," the vice-principal spoke fluent Chinese and enthusiastically put a piece of crystal hoof meat into Lu Mingfei's bowl and said, "It's the most common dish in ordinary dishes. Kung Fu, the chef here is definitely this one!”

The vice-principal gestured with his thumb, grinning and showing his neat yellow teeth.

"Thank...thank you!"

Lu Mingfei didn't know what to say except thank you.

Chu Zihang on the side had a sullen face. In the bowl was the braised pork elbow, white chopped chicken and sweet and sour pork ribs that Professor Schneider gave him.

Every time the vice-principal gave Lu Mingfei a dish, Professor Schneider would give Chu Zihang a dish with chopsticks. But Professor Schneider, the vice-principal, was different. He didn't like to talk.

Every time the vice-principal picked up a piece of food, he would say a few words to Lu Mingfei warmly like an elder who loved his juniors. Professor Schneider would just put the food into Chu Zihang's bowl with a cold face, with an expression on his face as if he was giving someone a try. A death row prisoner was given his final meal.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably not have the mental quality to swallow it.

"Um...aren't we going to take the entrance test today? Why..."

After being picked off for the seventh time in a row, Lu Mingfei finally couldn't help but ask questions.

As soon as he and Chu Zihang came in, they were already mentally prepared for the sky full of swords and swords. However, this ridiculously middle-aged man with a strong dragon aura waved his hand and said to the waiter who opened the door, since all the guests have arrived. Please trouble this beautiful lady to serve the food. I nibbled on a pork elbow in soy sauce for a long time and I was so greedy.

Then Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang sat down with bewildered faces. Waiters in well-dressed cheongsam filed in and filled the pearwood dining table with only a teapot and a plate of sauced elbows with various dishes. They called themselves the vice president of Kassel College. The middle-aged man opened a bottle of Huiyuan Fruit 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 the most important thing for the people'?" The vice-principal put a large piece of braised pork skin into his bowl and put it into his mouth with a "bald" sound. Then he said vaguely, "You don't even have a meal before you give me a full interview. Those who don't know better would think that our Kassel College is in financial crisis!"

"Are we Chinese?" Lu Mingfei was stunned, "Vice Principal, are you Chinese?"

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

"You know, the American Volunteer Air Corps."

Lu Ming is not the way.

"I founded it with Chennault!"

The vice-principal slapped his chest loudly.

The Flying Tigers was established in 1942. If what the vice-principal said is true, he must be at least ninety years old, but judging from his appearance, it is hard to tell whether he is fifty years old or not.

However, Lu Mingfei still believed in him. After all, half-demon's lifespan was longer than that of ordinary people, and the same was true for mixed-race species, especially this fat middle-aged man whose strength was unfathomable.

But there still have to be doubts on the lips.

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

Lu Mingfei looked unbelieving.

"For mixed-race people, this period of time is not very long," the vice-principal said with a sigh on his face. "If you think about it carefully, it seems like it was yesterday."

"Okay, let's not talk about these old people who are old and rotten. 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 good for you. Appetite?"

"Hehe! Hehe! It's so delicious!"

Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly, this time it was indeed sincere.

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

The vice principal said.

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

"Not very old, only about one hundred and thirty years old."

Lu Mingfei said that if he looked at it this way, hybrids would survive longer than half-demon. If ordinary half-demon were not as strong as their ancestors, they would be too old to walk at the age of 130. They would have retired a long time ago. How could they survive? Continue to stick to your position.

Lu Mingfei remained silent, and the vice-principal thought he didn't believe it: "Mingfei, do you know about hybrids? I believe you have also felt the changes in your body. Let me tell you, hybrids have a longer life span than ordinary people. It’s much longer, and for those mixed breeds with slightly better bloodlines, dying at the age of 100 is considered an untimely death.”

"Like that old guy from Angers, who is my boss, and me, and oh yes, and you. It's normal for a mixed race like us with a high bloodline to live to be two hundred years old."

The vice principal patted Lu Mingfei vigorously on the shoulder.

Lu Mingfei said to himself that if I could only live for more than two hundred years, then I couldn't die young, I would have to die young.

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

Lu Mingfei looked confused.

Since the vice-principal brought up his bloodline, he might as well ask about it.

He has been curious about his bloodline for a long time. To put it bluntly... it really doesn't have much sense of existence. The strengthening of his body is average compared to the mana, and it doesn't bring him the "Shuitoku Mai" mentioned. "Yan Ling", and he didn't feel the "dragon" breath in himself.

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

If there is nothing wrong with the Galaxy Pot's weapon spirit's brain, his bloodline should be no worse than Old Tang... But considering his situation, he is more inclined to think that there is something wrong with the Galaxy Pot's brain.

He can understand Shutoku Mai saying that he has a high bloodline. She completely misunderstood the source of his power. She and the forces behind her did not know the existence of the Heavenly Book, so they naturally regarded his power as the power brought by the awakened bloodline of a mixed race. .

If you calculate it this way, can he not have a high bloodline?

"Actually, we discovered it when we were investigating matters related to Chu Zihang," Professor Schneider, who had never had any sense of presence, took the initiative to say, "It was Chu Zihang who came to the college first, and the college investigated him. As a His closest friends are also within the scope of the investigation."

"Then you discovered something special about me," Lu Mingfei nodded thoughtfully, "So you also discovered my hybrid species?"

"That's right," the vice-principal nodded, "We have discovered your potential, so naturally we cannot let a treasure like yours become dusty."

"You're overly flattering."

Lu Mingfei should be humble.

"Not at all!" The vice-principal waved his hand and said seriously, "Mingfei, you may not have thought about it, but there is immeasurable potential hidden in your body."

Thanks, I've thought about it.

Lu Mingfei said in his heart.

"So besides joining Kassel College, I have another very important question," the vice-principal wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looking solemn and solemn, "Mingfei, are you willing to be my student?"

Lu Mingfei:? ? ?

Chu Zihang:? ? ?

Schneider:! ! !

Is "Teacher Flamel" going to accept a disciple? Is there going to be a new inheritor of Flamel's line of alchemy? !

How could something like this, which could cause a magnitude 12 earthquake in the world's alchemist circles, happen so suddenly?

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

We never discussed such a big matter when we came here!

ps: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone!

Happy Mid-autumn Festival! (≧≦)

PS: The charging port of the mobile phone is broken. After searching online, it seems that there is a quality control problem with the batch I bought. In the past few months, the charging port has started to break... but the repair shop in the school has not opened yet, so I don’t know when it will be opened... It will take time to send it back to the factory for repair... I haven’t been able to use my mobile phone in the past few days...