Main Text Volume Chapter 51 Pretending to Be a Cultivator

Whether it was Tiancan potato shreds... or WTF tomatoes...

The names were as violent as always, with Juanma's domineering nature.

However, seeing that today's dishes seemed to be normal, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Antique stretched out his chopsticks and just picked up a slice of tomato, Juanma immediately added three spoonfuls of sugar from the seasoning bag she carried with her, and then looked at Old Antique with a smile: "Three spoonfuls of sugar and WTF tomatoes are even better together!"

Everyone: "..."

After eating the love lunch box made by Juanma, everyone sent Juanma to the school gate together, waving their hands and saying goodbye to Juanma in the breeze.

Although... the taste of the love lunch box was still so strange, Juanma's kindness still touched everyone.

After checking the number of people, it was found that six people were missing. The old lady immediately remembered the group of 60 students who came to participate in the exchange meeting between the two schools, and then rushed all the way to deliver the love lunch box that could only be eaten on Friday in advance.

It is worth mentioning that every time before making a lunchbox, Juan's mother would calculate the number of people, very accurately, not too many, not too few. No one in No. 60 Middle School could do this except Juan's mother. This old woman who has been cooking at No. 60 for a hundred years really cares about every class of students and teachers.

"Goodbye, classmates! Tomorrow's Spirit Sword Exchange, I will come again if I have the chance! Muah ~ "

After that, Juan's mother also waved to everyone, leaving this muah that made everyone shudder. Then she stepped on her donkey brand flying sword and left...

On the eve of the Spirit Sword Exchange, it seemed that there were a lot of things.

As soon as Juan's mother left, Wang Ling's double eyelids began to twitch.

...Disaster level two stars.

Wang Ling could probably guess what was going to happen. The seal talisman tied to his arm was about to expire. From the time point of view, it was not difficult for Wang Ling to deduce... Obviously, that guy was coming.

The one that Wang's mother had contacted before, that annoying guy.

From childhood to adulthood, Wang Ming has always been a guy who gives Wang Ling a headache. Although the country has classified Wang Ming's true identity as a state secret, and has not hesitated to praise Wang Ming's brain as a more terrifying existence than a holy weapon, Wang Ling's impression of his cousin is still limited to those 99 stupid challenges... To put it bluntly, this guy is a fool.

And this foolishness is reflected in all aspects.

Among all the stupid things Wang Ming has done, the one he enjoys most is pretending to be a cultivator...

...

That day, Thursday afternoon at 4:30.

No. 59 Middle School was dismissed on time, and students kept walking towards the school gate in the teaching building, walking in groups of three or two.

A man also stood at the school gate on time, wearing a rough linen shirt and a head of thick black hair trimmed neatly. The man carried a long sword weighing a hundred pounds, like an ascetic monk who traveled around the world all year round. It's a pity that this outfit doesn't match his temperament. People with a higher level can tell immediately with their spiritual sense... This is a Muggle with no spiritual power at all.

The spirit of a cultivator has a kind of natural essence. This essence comes from heaven and earth, and is produced from the dantian and circulated through the meridians of the whole body. Over time, it can change a person's temperament from the inside out, making people's eyebrows and eyes shine and their steps as light as the wind. A true cultivator can even exude a faint fragrance.

Wang Ming stood at the gate of No. 59 Middle School and sighed in his heart... Even though he was young, promising, suave and extremely talented in cultivation... However, having talent does not mean that he can practice. Because of his physique, Wang Ming found out at a very young age that he had no chance to cultivate. So he devoted a hundred times his energy to focus on scientific research.

Wang Ming couldn't help but show a bit of envy in his eyes as he watched the high school students in the foundation building period pass by... If it weren't for his physical condition, with his cultivation talent, a mere Wang Ling would not be his opponent at all!

Wang Ming thought with some regret in his heart.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" The school guard of No. 59 Middle School came over and asked with a little vigilance.

The Spirit Sword Exchange Meeting is coming tomorrow, and No. 59 Middle School has increased the intensity of checking suspicious people inside and outside the school. Even parents have to report to the teacher in advance before entering the school, and the teacher will call the school security office to apply before they can be allowed to enter. But this person has been standing at the school gate since 20 minutes ago, sighing while standing. The school guard thought this person was a bit strange.

Wang Ming looked at the old man and suddenly came back to his senses: "Hello, Taoist friend, I'm here to look for someone..."

The title of Taoist friend made the old man feel a hint of ancient breath... The old man looked up and down again, carefully looking at Wang Ming: "Are you... the parent?"

The old man also has cultivation, although his realm is not too high. But the spirit of a cultivator can still be distinguished.

The title of Taoist friend is a mutual address between big guys with a deep realm. The school guard stared at Wang Ming's face for a long time, but he didn't realize that this person was a big guy... Instead, the more he looked, the more suspicious he felt.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm the parent. I'm here to look for someone."

Wang Ming carefully calculated according to the seniority. After all, he was also a brother. He was six years older than Wang Ling... It seemed that there was nothing wrong with saying that he was a parent. So he nodded.

"Which student's parent are you, and which class are you from?"

"I'm here to see Wang Ling from No. 60 Middle School... He is here to attend the exchange meeting on behalf of the school."

The old man suddenly realized that it was that group of people...

However, as a parent of a student, the old man still has doubts about Wang Ming's identity. A parent of a student in the foundation-building period must at least be in the Golden Core realm, right?

Most of the teachers in the school are in the Jindan realm, and the old guard, who has been in contact with them a lot, can still distinguish this aura.

...It's obvious that this person doesn't have any spiritual power at all!

Considering the famous Shadow Stream assassination incident that happened recently in No. 60 Middle School, the old guard could not help but start to have his thoughts wandering... In the past two days, Shangfeng had issued clear instructions to be on guard, because he was afraid that Shadow Stream would take advantage of the Spirit Sword Exchange Meeting. time to retaliate.

Nowadays, No. 59 Middle School's entrance examination is very strict, and patrols and experts have been arranged internally... To be honest, the old guard does not think that Shadow Liu has the courage to sneak into the school blatantly.

However, this young man who pretended to be a cultivator did successfully attract the attention of the old man...

The old doorman retired from the Criminal Investigation Department of Xiuzhen Police Station a few years ago. Based on many years of work experience, the old man now has good reason to be suspicious. The young man in front of me may be the undercover agent sent by the criminal elements to try to sneak into the school...