Just when Lao Fang was worried that she had run away, Fang Lan came back, "Didn't you say you were going to visit Mr. Liu? Why are you still wearing your pajamas?"
Only then did Lao Fang become convinced that she really went out to buy gifts.
He quickly changed his clothes and took Fang Lan to Green Mountain without even eating breakfast.
He didn't expect that when he was halfway up the mountain, his stomach would growl with hunger.
"Didn't you have breakfast?" Fang Lan asked him.
"No, you didn't eat either, right?"
"I ate, I ate outside."
Lao Fang took a breath, forget it, this is just the character of his daughter.
When we finally reached the mountain gate, Lao Fang was already a little hypoglycemic. Fortunately, he still had some tomatoes in his Qiankun bag, so he quickly took them out and took a few bites.
From Fang Lan's perspective, it's ridiculous.
Her dad was wearing a ridiculously expensive coat, but he had a tomato inside.
It's okay to put an apple in it, but tomatoes break easily.
Lao Fang knocked on the door while eating tomatoes. When he knocked, he thought, why didn't he think of installing a doorbell when he was renovating?
The material of this door is so hard that it hurts to knock on it.
Not long after, you could hear footsteps approaching.
Liu Dajing opened the door and saw the old man outside and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Mr. Fang?"
"Is your master here?"
"Yes. But Master is practicing, if there is nothing important..."
"Oh, I won't bother you. We can just send the gifts in."
Liu Dajing looked at the things they were carrying and felt strange, "These things are..."
"It's a thank you gift to your master. Thanks to his help yesterday, I was able to find Xiaolan in time."
Liu Dajing nodded to Fang Lan, "Ms. Fang, you guys come in first." Liu Dajing opened the door, "I'll call Master." After saying that, he went into the study to find someone.
Hearing what they said, Fang Lan felt that she had come here rashly, "Since they have something to do, we don't want to disturb them. Let's just put the things on the shelf over there and leave."
"Wait a moment." Lao Fang took Fang Lan to the screen wall, "Go and stand in the circle."
Fang Lan only felt baffled.
"Oops!" Lao Fang slapped his forehead, "Looking at my memory, I still need to prepare something. Just wait a moment and I'll find something that can be burned."
"What on earth do you want to do?" Find something to burn in someone else's house and set it on fire?
Lao Fang watched this house being built. Of course he knew where the kitchen was and headed there.
Liu Baihua came out of the house and called him, "What are you doing?"
"Mr. Liu." Lao Fang stopped and said hello, "I brought Xiaolan."
Fang Lan came forward with the gift he bought, "Good morning, Mr. Liu, this is a little thing I brought you. Please don't dislike it. Thank you for your secret help yesterday."
"Secretly helping?" Liu Baihua felt strange hearing this. When had he secretly helped others?
"Yes, we thought about it afterwards. Without your help, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to run to the Hemi Town Police Station so smoothly."
Liu Baihua said, "Either you are lucky, or you thanked the wrong person."
Lao Fang also confirmed his suspicion. Sure enough, Liu Baihua was still the Liu Baihua he knew.
Fang Lan still smiled and spoke, "That's because I was overthinking it, but I still want to thank you for showing up in time and allowing me to contact my dad."
"There's nothing to be thankful for, but since you're here, I'll accept your offer."
Liu Baihua asked Liu Dajing to carry things into the room, while he asked Fang Lan, "How old are you this year?"
This question embarrassed Fang Lan, "More than thirty."
She didn't tell her age accurately, but she was telling the other person tactfully that I didn't want to answer this question.
But when it comes to ordinary people, Liu Baihua never understands their euphemisms. He said, "Well, being in your thirties is a bit old."
Fang Lan couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, thinking to herself: You are a man in his fifties and sixties, but you still have the nerve to say that someone in his early thirties is older.
"Do you have any thoughts about practicing?"
When Liu Baihua asked this question, Lao Fang was overjoyed! As he guessed, Mr. Liu saw his daughter's talent.
"No." Fang Lan answered very simply, "My hobby is only making money."
Liu Baihua laughed loudly after hearing this, "I like your personality, it reminds me of a big shot."
"Whether you want to practice or not, since you're here, take a test before leaving." Liu Baihua called to the room next to her, "Mumu, take out the candle you bought."
When she heard that she was going to take a test, Fang Lan resisted in her heart, "No need, I have to go back..."
"No need." Lao Fang interrupted her, "Since Mr. Liu has said it, you can just do a test before we talk. I won't delay you or anything else."
Soon, Lin Mumu came out with a candle, and together with Liu Dajing, laid out the materials needed for the formation.
Liu Baihua said: "You go and stand in that circle."
Fang Lan remembered what her father said just now, and it seemed that she was also asked to stand there.
Although she was repelled in her heart, she still walked over. She was mentally prepared. The place was close to the door anyway. If anything went wrong, she would run away immediately.
But she stood in the circle for five minutes and nothing happened.
"Do I still need to stand?" Fang Lan said, "If there is nothing else, I want to go back to work first."
"Impossible!" Lao Fang was puzzled, why was there no reaction at all? Mr. Liu has spoken, it must be because he saw that his daughter has a talent for cultivation, but why is there no response from this formation.
Not to mention he was confused, Liu Baihua also felt strange.
He could clearly feel that Fang Lan had a temperament that was unique to a cultivator. He had seen this temperament in Liu Dajing.
According to his judgment, even if Fang Lan's talent is not as good as Liu Dajing's, he should still be better than those like Lao Fang.
But why didn't she react on the battlefield?
"Wait a minute." Liu Baihua said, "I'll go back to the house and make a phone call."
Without even thinking about it, of course he was calling Lin Qian.
He had merit and luck, and his luck was indeed better than others. The call was answered as soon as he called.
"Immortal, I encountered a strange situation..." He explained the current situation and then asked: "Is it possible that I missed any steps?"
"The person you are talking about, has she practiced before?" Lin Qian asked.
"should not."
"Then there will be no reaction." Lin Qian said, "The activation of the formation is conditional. If you have no spiritual power, no matter how talented you are, the formation will not react."
"So that's it. If you want to know her spiritual roots, you have to let her practice for a while first."
"It's not that troublesome. Just give her some spiritual power."
"Then how to pass it on?"
Lin Qian said simply, "Cast a spell on her."
