Ah Qing and Momo were talking about the matters of the Wuyou Temple. Ah Qing wasn't interested in the hermits of the sect, fearing that meddling in their affairs might land her in trouble someday.
Momo wasn't very interested in the sect's hermits either; she was just curious about how those masters managed to train everyone to Ansheng's level.
In Momo's mind, in terms of strength, Ah Qing was simply like a war god.
But now, there's a group of mini war gods cropping up. Although Momo wasn't interested in the sect's hermits, if they really had some cultivation method that could extend life or enhance physique, she wouldn't mind spending a couple of million to buy a few slots for training.
However.
Since Ah Qing said she didn't want to go, Momo didn't plan to go alone. She just quietly jotted down the temple's name.
She would mention it to her dad when she had a chance, and perhaps go to Wuyou Temple to seek some guidance.
"By the way, why aren't you asleep yet?" Ah Qing walked over to Tang You's seat, raised her hand, and poked the little fox who was watching Youyou play a game.
"Eek?"
Ansheng turned her head and looked at Ah Qing, her face full of joy as she made a soft, cute sound and said:
"I'm not sleepy yet! Later, I'll have breakfast and lunch with Ah Qing before going to sleep....."
As Ansheng spoke, she glanced at the cyberpunk-style clock on the table beside the computer: 6:43.
"Staying up late isn't a good habit!"
Hearing the little fox say she wasn't sleepy because the game was interesting, Ah Qing smiled helplessly, raised her hand to pinch the little fox's fluffy big tail, and then looked at the small tea tree that the little fox planted on the balcony.
"Gosh! Winter is almost here, yet how's the little tree still growing so fast, with lush green leaves..."
Chang'an City had already started to enter winter, and the roadside trees with thick foliage had all become bare.
Yet the tea tree indoors remained lush, and its roots even burst through the original pot.
"......."
The tea tree on the balcony seemed to sense something, and suddenly a layer of resin emerged from its trunk, as if sweating cold sweat.
You wouldn't transplant me outside, right? Oh, dear mom and dad gave me just enough.....
"In a bit, let's get it a stainless steel pot!" Ah Qing looked at the tea tree, confidently opened her mouth, and said.
"A stainless steel pot won't do, right? The little fox is always peeing into the pot, and urine is quite corrosive. The tea tree might even accumulate metal elements...."
"Better give it a ceramic pot! Although heavy, we can use it to brew our own tea in the spring..."
The Lingren, bending over, heard Ah Qing talking about something in her field, kindly opened her mouth to remind her, but she hadn't finished her sentence when the hallway of the dormitory echoed with an enraged roar:
"Ah Qing!"
"You better not agree to any nonsense about mountain temples; they're all superstitious, with tricky little skills, temples that are easy to climb but hard to leave...."
Just after seven, Professor Huang's roar echoed throughout the entire girls' dormitory building at the Agricultural Research Institute.
In the dormitory, planning to replace the pot for the small tree on the balcony, Ah Qing listened to the professor's furious roar coming closer and closer, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, looking strangely towards the dormitory entrance.
"Oh no! The professor is coming for room inspection!"
A huge exclamation mark popped out above the Lingren's head, and she quickly turned over towards the end of the bed, hurriedly collecting her hanging sexy underwear and stockings.
Momo discreetly shifted her legs to cover the various snacks on her bed with a piece of clothing, maintaining her composed and dignified appearance outside.
Tang You took a sip of iced cola, totally pretending that nothing happened. She temporarily paused the game and opened a document written at some unknown past time.
In the blink of an eye.
Everything in the dorm, which would seem rebellious to the elder, vanished without a trace, as if those things had never existed.
The people in the dorm rose to greet the unexpected visit from Professor Huang.
In the dormitory, there was just one exception.
"Comfortable..."
Ansheng lay on Tang You's sofa, her face showing a sly fox-like smile, holding her cola in her arms, biting the straw, ready to enjoy the show.
"Pro.....Professor, what brings you here?" Ah Qing greeted the agriculture professor, her face full of confusion.
Although Professor Huang was older, his speed was no less than young people. He appeared at the door of the dorm quickly and was slightly surprised to see Ah Qing and the others along with Master Fuli inside.
Professor Huang gave Master Fuli a subtle nod as a greeting before turning to Ah Qing and saying:
"I just got off the plane and saw the message from the security department's WeChat group. I can only say, don't believe it!"
"Economic base determines the superstructure. The final fate of a fortune teller is to beg under the bridge. Ah Qing, don't be fooled by those old farts, let's study well, and there'll be plenty of opportunities to make money after graduation."
Professor Huang spoke very fast, extremely aggressive, left and right striking with words about fortune tellers under bridges, old farts dissipating, completely devastating Wuyou Temple's genealogy.
Although Professor Huang was a professor, the professors at the Agricultural Research Institute spent their time running between the research institute and the rural fields.
When it involves land matters, dealing with the local old-timers is unavoidable.
Without the robust faculties and strong verbal skills to engage tens of graduates for assistance anytime, one can't really be an agriculture professor.
"......"
Ah Qing and her friends couldn't help their twitching cheeks as they watched Professor Huang's fierce tirade against Wuyou Temple. After he had exhausted his diatribe against Wuyou Temple, Ah Qing timidly raised her hand to say:
"Um..."
"I don't intend to get involved with religions; I plan to study well in the future..."
Ah Qing repeated the events of the previous night to Professor Huang, also mentioning Wang Yang's special abilities.
Upon hearing this, Professor Huang snorted, took a deep breath, his chest rising, his taut shoulder blades and shoulders relaxed, and his broad back muscles pulling his suit taut, nearly to the point of bursting.
"Picking flowers or treading leaves?"
"One punch from me, and he'd be hospitalized for three months!"
Professor Huang rolled up his sleeves, his arm muscles looked like marble veins, clearly defined with tension.
At nearly sixty years old, he still maintained a body fat percentage in the teens, with an unbelievable level of robustness.
Though the professors weren't woodcutters, their workload wasn't less than any woodcutter's. Each month, they received some spiritually fortified supplements, thoroughly tested to ensure safety and pollution-free quality.
Besides, the agriculture professors also ate spirit plants they had grown themselves.
When it comes to spiritualization, the professors at Xinxing Agricultural Science College, seemingly unobtrusive and gaunt, could very well surprise you.
However, unlike woodcutters, their work involved mental labor rather than the need for visible intimidating physique.
Professors naturally wouldn't waste energy on pointless fitness endeavors.
As soon as the word 'graduate student' came out, even the most energetic professors would show a depleted look, collapse on the sofa covering their face, scratching their head hard.
Why...
Why did I accept those unruly students in the first place, and it was me who took them in, leaving no room to blame others.
"....."
Lingren found it hard to keep a straight face, looking at Professor Huang's arm, which resembled the dense roots of an old tree, with clear muscle lines that seemed ready to burst forth. She swallowed hard.
If anything dishonorable to the teacher's reputation was exposed, the mentor probably could handle it single-handedly to clean up the mess.
"Ah Qing, you want to study, right?" Professor Huang asked about Ah Qing's aspirations.
Ah Qing nodded as eagerly as a chick pecking at rice.
"Great! I'll call in reinforcements and get the tools, you come with me to that old fart's temple, and I'll put an end to it!"
"If those old farts dare to harass my students again, I'll dig up the foundations of their scenic site!" Professor Huang didn't care what was across him. He might not be able to provoke them, but his teacher wasn't dead yet, and the founder's coffin hadn't been sealed.
If I can't win, can't I just call for back-up?