"You... sigh, it's unrequited fate!" Liu Lingyu sighed helplessly.
Bringing yet unable to take away, asking yet unwilling, Liu Lingyu could only lament: unrequited fate.
"Since we've said all this, if I keep pestering, it would seem I'm not very tactful."
"But considering your talent, in the future, if there's anything related to cultivation, or you encounter rogue cultivators, you can just inform me, killing demons and exorcising devils is our unshirkable duty."
Liu Lingyu opened her WeChat, displaying the QR code to Ah Qing, preparing to establish a good fate with this unrequited potential disciple.
"Slaying demons and exorcising devils? Do such things really exist?" Lingren curiously asked.
"Who knows?" Liu Lingyu shrugged, sarcastically said, "If they really exist, I guess we wouldn't be the ones to encounter them, but if you destroy rogue cultivators, the Alliance offers a reward of two hundred thousand."
"I've heard from my dad that there seems to be a department in Xia Country dealing specifically with these things, but I don't know the specific name, as my dad avoids talking about it."
The existence of the Security Bureau is known by some older cultivators, but they don't talk about it regularly.
Don't talk about people during the day, don't talk about ghosts at night, and never mention the Security Bureau, this seems to be a consensus among those cultivators who lived through the last century.
Liu Lingyu knows about such a department but is not familiar with the Security Bureau matters. It's said that those who try to understand this department can live through it, but when they come back, they become mute.
Madly laughing, leaving dejectedly, as if suffering from autism, murmuring enigmatically.
In the world of cultivators, the existence of the Security Bureau is basically synonymous with misfortune.
Even if they don't get their Dao heart shattered, those who return will stay silent, unwilling to talk about anything related to the Security Bureau, continuing with their normal life.
"By the way..."
"Meeting is fate, see what you would like to eat." After adding Ah Qing's WeChat, Liu Lingyu opened the food delivery app and handed it over to the group, asking what they wanted to eat.
Due to academic reasons, she was specially allowed to post bail to leave the detention center in the morning, returned to Wuyou Temple, and was again locked down by a group of old masters. After some trouble, the time gradually reached noon, rationally and emotionally, she was prepared to treat Ah Qing and the old masters to a meal.
A group of old professors, each as strong as Lu Bu, energetic and overflowing with vitality, could participate in boxing matches, run marathons, or triathlons without any issue.
The name of Xinxing Agricultural Science College was automatically corrected in Liu Lingyu's heart to: [Xinxing God Cultivation College].
"Ah Qing, can you take a photo for me? Actually, I've been wanting to say, hug your little fox." After placing the food order and begrudgingly paying a delivery fee of 68, Liu Lingyu eagerly looked at the little fox.
Needless to say, the fluffy and tidy fur of Ah Qing's fox.
Anyone who sees it at first glance can't help but stroke its silky white fur and measure its waist circumference.
"Of course, Xiaolan is very well-behaved, always maintaining a record of zero harm, don't worry about biting!"
Upon hearing someone compliment the little fox, Ah Qing smiled and handed over the little fox from her arms.
"Really? So spiritual!" Liu Lingyu placed the fox on her lap, stroking its fur, raised her phone, took a photo of herself and the fox, then effortlessly uploaded it to her social media.
"......."
Professor Huang took a deep breath, raised his hand, covered his mouth, and briskly walked out:
"Since things are resolved, chat among yourselves! I, the old man, will smoke a dry pipe by the door..."
"Count me in, smoking in front of the kids doesn't feel quite right." Another non-smoking professor quickly followed Professor Huang's steps, fast as lightning, leaving the backyard.
Professor Huang's departure seemed to trigger a sheep effect, as six professors found excuses to leave one after another.
Even a black-winged cockroach hiding in the saddlebag peeked out, ensuring no one noticed, and quickly left from under the table.
Continuing to stay in the backyard.
The black-winged cockroach was indeed worried about hearing something awkward, fearing that it might involuntarily react.
...
"Ah Qing, quick, come see, the little fox is about to stew itself in the iron pot..."
Ah Qing listened to Liu Lingyu's cultivation stories, while Momo shunned anything weird and mystical. She walked the fox around the backyard, and when they reached the kitchen, Momo saw something interesting, promptly calling Ah Qing to come and see.
Only to see the little fox run into the kitchen, jumped onto the firewood stove, showed a pensive look, raised its little paw, and stroked a sauté pan.
Calling it a sauté pan might be a problem, since the pan's diameter should be over forty, and the thickness should be around two to three centimeters, with a metal cylinder handle equipped with a stainless steel sleeve.
The sauté pan must weigh a hundred pounds, usually, brothers at Wuyou Temple use this pan for cooking, just heating the pan takes three to four minutes.
"Ah Qing, I like this pan. Shall we take it home when we leave?"
Ansheng stroked the heavy iron pan, looked towards Ah Qing at the kitchen door.
When Ansheng previously fried tea, he always felt like he could break the pan, so he was very cautious.
But this big iron pan, due to its thickness and material, although it heats slowly, it's very suitable for making some large leaf tea, low temperature to evaporate the moisture, high heat for smoky aroma.
"You, little fox, what do you need a pan for?" Ah Qing asked, puzzled, looking at Xiaolan.
Ansheng thought for a moment, didn't say anything, just climbed into the sauté pan, circled a few times to find a spot, and curled up into a nest.
Fox entered full wrap mode, only revealing a pair of shiny eyes looking at Ah Qing: Den! Fox Den!
"Ah this...."
Ah Qing was stunned, but Momo and Lingren had already raised their phones, started continuous shooting towards "The Little Fox in the Pan."
"Your family's pan..." Ah Qing asked Liu Lingyu with a bit of embarrassment, "Is there a link?"
"Um...."
Seeing this scene, Liu Lingyu exposed a hint of adorable expression, recalling the origin of the pan: "If I remember correctly, the pan seems to be made of steel plate bought from a steel factory..."
"We did a group purchase like those iron lumps outside, just placed the steel plate into a pile driver-like device and hammered it out."
Liu Lingyu thought for a moment, revealing the origin of the pan, though she isn't a mechanical manufacturing expert, she didn't know the name of the press machine, so she used a similar construction equipment for analogy.
When purchased, the steel plates were red-hot, placed in the pile driver to be compressed into shape.
"Well... I'll take a photo to see if there are any customizable iron pans on online platforms." Ah Qing thought for a moment, said to Liu Lingyu, completely ignoring the fox's comment about 'Fast as a Whirlwind'.
"Whatever..." Liu Lingyu was indifferent,
But at this moment, her phone began to vibrate intensely.
Liu Lingyu was taken aback, took out her phone, and saw the red dot notification on WeChat quickly increase in number.