The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 620 Zhongnan Mountain - Worry-Free Temple
"It seems we've messed things up this time." The old man, wearing a straw hat, sighed and complained, his face darkening as he looked at Ah Qing and the others who had run off into the distance.
"These kids nowadays are so restless. They don't even give me a chance to speak. I was hoping to say a few words about myself and then show off my skills in 'flying leaves and scattering flowers'."

Wang Yang took off his straw hat, scratched his head with a grimacing expression, took out his phone from his pocket, and made a call to his master:

"Master? My mission failed, and before I could even say a few words to her, she ran off. She was incredibly fast, she practically left a trail of smoke in her wake!"

"Truly worthy of being the disciple favored by the master, a natural-born martial arts prodigy who excels in both physical and mental training."

When Wang Yang was reporting on his work, a look of admiration involuntarily appeared on his face.

Wang Yang was filled with admiration and envy for A Qing's talent in martial arts.

Without any special training, even in a hasty situation, one slap can send a thief flying off the ground, spinning and slamming him to the ground, where he will slide for several meters.

Ah Qing is simply a martial arts prodigy.

When the master saw that surveillance video while practicing musical notes, he was so shocked that he crushed a teacup with his hand, jumped up from his chair, and shouted that he wanted to take her as his disciple.

"Failed?"

"How could we possibly fail? Didn't you show her our [Worry-Free Temple]'s penetrating-to-the-point technique?"

On the other end of the phone, a female student dressed in a Taoist robe, writing her thesis in a Taoist temple in Zhongnan Mountain, looked astonished after hearing Wang Yang's report.

"They ran away as soon as I opened my mouth." Wang Yang said helplessly, "Forget about showing off my skills, if I dared to reach out and try to stop them, they would have called the police."

"Master."

"Do you think our 'Flying Leaf' technique can split a bullet in two with a single leaf?" Wang Yang asked curiously.

The girl who was writing her thesis was stunned and couldn't help but curse, "What nonsense are you talking about? Copper and gunpowder are inherently yang substances. When they are combined, they become the most yang and powerful substance under heaven, which is specifically designed to break through mystical arts."

"Is your speed faster at picking up leaves and flying flowers, or is the rate of fire of a heavy machine gun faster? All you ever think about are these stupid things!"

“We cultivate ourselves by cultivating our mind and nature. If you say anything more like what you would call a wanted person, I’ll call the police.”

Liu Lingyu rolled her eyes. If it weren't for Wang Yang donating several million yuan to the Taoist temple for repairs, she would never have wanted to take this old man on as a disciple.

Every day they ask about mystical arts, whether they can win with guns.

If you want to win with guns, why don't you join the army instead of becoming a monk at our Wuyou Temple and a hermit?

"Ahem." Wang Yang coughed twice, seemingly used to his master's irritability, and changed the subject, asking:
"Master, what should we do now? Your future disciple is guarding against me more than a thief."

"Call your senior brothers and sisters to follow her and protect her secretly. I'll go there as soon as I finish this paper." Liu Lingyu glanced at her paper, "Research on the Treatment Technology and Bearing Capacity of Karst Caves in the Construction of Karst Cave Pile Foundations," and said through gritted teeth.

My supervisor kept calling me every few days to urge me to revise my thesis, like it was a death knell.

The ancestral Taoist temple is also in trouble. A while ago, a group of evil cultivators from Sichuan and Chongqing came and fought their way from south to north. They kidnapped any capable people or hermits they encountered and looted the temple and medicine factory like ruthless bandits, spreading the idea of ​​becoming immortals or ancestors.

Although Liu Lingyu reported the incident to the police, the public security bureau replied that it had been recorded and would be transferred to the relevant department.

Everything that could cause liver fire flooded into my life.

Originally, Liu Lingyu also said that he would go down the mountain to take on a disciple and bring the extraordinary A Qing back to the mountain to cultivate.

But now what's the point of collecting anything? If I don't revise my paper and model and submit them soon, my supervisor will be furious.

Although I am very busy.
But when she thought about the group of evil cultivators and Ah Qing's public identity as a live streamer, Liu Lingyu had no choice but to send the disciples who had taken on the role of her father's apprentices down the mountain to protect Ah Qing.

"Cave, cave, I'll fucking fill it with C140 concrete! If you fill even a cubic meter less, I'll have the construction worker hung on the crane like a bell!" The more Liu Lingyu revised her thesis, the more irritable she became, almost flipping the table. When faced with a cave, if changing routes doesn't work, are they just going to stubbornly cling to that damn cave?
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On the way back to the Xinxing Agricultural Academy.

"What was that old man doing?" Sitting in the back of the tricycle, Mo Mo looked at A Qing with a surprised expression and asked, "He seemed to be looking at us?"

"It's a scam!"

As Ah Qing sped along in her car, she said to her classmates with a confident expression, "As soon as he stopped me, he said that I had a dark aura and was going to be haunted by villains recently, and that I was about to show my QR code."

“But I had rehearsed at home many times, and I ran away before he could show me the QR code.”

Ah Qing looked confident. Preventing fellow villagers from being scammed into lending money for stock speculation and resisting the temptations of fortune tellers on the street were practically compulsory courses for Xia Dong.

To date, apart from being tricked by Xiao Anmeng, A Qing has never been successfully scammed by any fortune teller.

“That would be terrible.” Upon hearing this, Mo Mo immediately dialed the police station and reported the fortune teller.

Verifying whether a fortune teller is genuine is very simple: see if he can escape from the security guards.

If someone can run, that's quite an achievement.

After reporting the incident to the fortune teller, the group didn't take the incident by the field seriously and drove back to school.

"嘤嘤嘤~"

As soon as A-Qing returned to her dormitory, a small white fox suddenly appeared on her bed, wagging its tail and emitting a clear, melodious whimper. It looked very cute.

"Is Xiao An awake?"

Ah Qing rushed forward, smiling broadly, and stroked the fox's chin, saying, "Although I really want to hug the little fox, I need to take a shower first. I'm all sweaty from just coming back from the fields."

"Actually, I didn't sleep. I was just lying there scrolling through my phone and used up 30% of the battery," An Sheng proudly told A Qing.

"By the way, I'm going to Fat Cat's house for dinner tonight, so you don't need to bring me food from the cafeteria later."

An Sheng stayed in the dormitory, actually wanting to wait for A Qing to come back so she could say hello and tell her that she might not be able to go home until very late tonight, and that she shouldn't worry.

The Bashan mosquitoes and giant salamanders are ready and can begin searching the mountains for that gang of ruthless bandits at any time.

Although they were not spirit beasts, An Sheng still cared about them quite a bit.

Leopard Head is still stationed in the Greater Khingan Mountains, and currently, Master Fuli in Chang'an City is the chief engineer.

A gang of thugs looted and vandalized their own territory. Peace and order cannot tolerate such arrogant thugs, and they will not stay overnight.

Even the landlord of the Longevity Club had to respectfully address him as "Master" when he met him. Now, several bandits were banging on the table and challenging him.

An Sheng couldn't tolerate them.

Of course, it would be best if one had the will to do so.

It's 27 PM now, just 3 PM away.

(End of this chapter)