The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Whether it's shredded potatoes...or tomatoes...

As always, it contains Juan's mother's domineering and violent attributes.

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

Old Antique stretched out his chopsticks and just picked up a piece of tomato, Juan's mother immediately added sugar to the tomatoes from the seasoning bag she was carrying, and then looked at Old Antique with a smile: "Eating sugar and tomatoes together is more suitable!"

Everyone: "..."

After eating the love bento made by Juan's mother, everyone took Juan's mother to the school gate, and waved their hands in the breeze to say goodbye to Juan's mother.

Although... the taste of the love bento is still so strange, but Juan's mother's thoughts still moved everyone very much.

After checking the number of people, it was found that six people were missed. The old mother immediately remembered the group of 60 students who came to participate in the exchange meeting between the two schools, and then rushed over all the way to send out the love lunch that can only be eaten on Friday.

It is worth mentioning that Juanma always counts the number of people every time she makes it, which is very accurate, no more and no less. No one in the Sixty Middle School except Juanma could do this. This old woman who has been in charge of 60 years for 100 years really takes every class of students and teachers in her heart.

"Goodbye, classmates! Tomorrow's spirit sword exchange meeting, I will come again if I have a chance! Mmm~"

After that, Mother Juan also waved to everyone, leaving behind this sentence that made everyone shudder. Then he stepped on his donkey card Feijian Juechen and walked away...

On the eve of the spirit sword exchange meeting, it seemed that there were a lot of things going on.

As soon as Juan's mother left, Wang Ling's double eyelid and the back began to twitch.

...two stars at the disaster level.

Wang Ling could probably imagine what was going to happen. The seal talisman tied to his arm is about to expire. Judging from the time node, Wang Ling is not difficult to calculate... Obviously, that guy is coming.

The one that Wang Ma had contacted before, that nasty guy.

Ever since he was a child, Wang Ming has always been a headache for Wang Ling. Even though the country has listed Wang Ming's true identity as a state secret, it is not stingy with praise, comparing Wang Ming's brain to a sacred artifact. He wanted a terrifying existence, but Wang Ling's impression of his cousin was still limited to those ninety-nine stupid challenges... To put it bluntly, this guy was a second-hand.

Moreover, this two is also reflected in all aspects.

And among all the stupid things Wang Ming did, the most enjoyable thing was to pretend to be a cultivator...

...

Today, Thursday at 4:30 pm.

No. 59 Middle School dismissed on time, and students in the teaching building continued to walk towards the school gate, walking in twos and threes.

A man also stood at the school gate on time, dressed in rough linen and neatly trimmed with thick black hair. The man was carrying a long sword that weighed a hundred pounds, like an ascetic who traveled around the world all the year round. It's a pity that this outfit doesn't match his temperament a bit. People with a higher realm can immediately know with a swipe of spiritual sense... This is a Muggle with no spiritual power at all.

There is a kind of essence that is naturally nurtured in the spirit of a cultivator. This essence comes from the heaven and the earth. It is born from the dantian and circulates through the meridians of the whole body. Over time, it can change a person's temperament from the inside out, making people feel better. His brows were bright, and his steps were as light as the wind. A true cultivator can even exude a faint fragrance from his body.

Standing at the gate of No. 59 Middle School, Wang Ming sighed secretly in his heart... Even though he is young, suave, and has a great talent for self-cultivation... However, having talent does not mean that you can cultivate. Because of his physique, Wang Ming discovered that he had no connection with cultivation at a very young age. Therefore, a hundred times of energy has been devoted to scientific research.

Looking eagerly at the foundation-building high school students passing by, Wang Ming's eyes couldn't help showing a bit of envy... If it weren't for the problem of physique, with his talent for self-cultivation, a mere Wang Ling would not be at all. Your opponent!

Wang Ming thought with some pity in his heart.

"This gentleman, who are you looking for?" The uncle of the school guard of No. 59 Middle School came over and asked cautiously.

Tomorrow's Lingjian exchange meeting is just around the corner. No. 59 Middle School has stepped up its efforts to investigate suspicious persons inside and outside the school. Even parents who enter the school must report to the teacher in advance, and the teacher can only let them in after calling the school health office to apply. But this person is good. He has been standing at the gate of the school twenty minutes ago, sighing while standing. The school guard thinks this person is a bit strange.

Wang Ming looked at the old man and suddenly came back to his senses: "Hello, fellow Daoist, I'm here to find someone..."

The title of Fellow Daoist made the old man feel a little ancient atmosphere... The old man went up and down again, and looked at Wang Ming carefully: "Are you... a parent?"

The old man is also cultivated, although the realm is not too high. But a cultivator's spirit can still be distinguished.

The title of fellow Daoist is the mutual name between the big brothers with high realm. The old school guard stared at Wang Ming's face for a long time, but he didn't realize that he was a big boss... On the contrary, the more he looked, the more suspicious he became.

"Yes, yes, I'm the parent. I'm looking for someone."

Wang Ming calculated carefully according to his seniority. In the end, he was also a big brother. He was a full six years older than Wang Ling... As a parent, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him. So, nodded.

"Which student's parent are you, and what classes are you in?"

"I'm here to find Wang Ling from No. 60 High School...he came to the exchange meeting on behalf of the school."

The old man suddenly realized that it was those people...

However, as a student's parent, the uncle still has doubts about Wang Ming's identity. A parent of a student in the Foundation Establishment period must at least have the Golden Core Realm, right?

Most of the teachers in the school are in the Golden Core Realm, and the old guard at the door usually has more contact with them, so I can still distinguish this breath.

... Obviously, this person has no spiritual power at all!

Considering the famous assassination incident that happened recently in No. 60 High School, the guard's old man couldn't help but start thinking... In the past two days, Shangfeng has issued a clear order to be alert, because he was afraid that Yingliu would take advantage of the spirit sword exchange meeting. Time to retaliate.

Now, the entrance examination of No. 59 Middle School is very strict, and the internal patrols and experts have been arranged one after another... To be honest, the old guard of the guard did not think that Ying Liu would have the courage to blatantly sneak into the school.

However, this young man pretending to be a cultivator has indeed successfully attracted the attention of the old man...

The doorman retired from the Criminal Investigation Department of the Cultivation Police Station a few years ago. Based on years of work experience, the old man now has reason to doubt. The young man in front of him may be the undercover agent sent by those outlaws to try to infiltrate the school...