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 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, my daughter has this kind of character.
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 an outrageously expensive coat, but he had a tomato inside.
Just put an apple in it, tomatoes are so easy to break.
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 something 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..."
"This is 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 others 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 minute." Lao Fang pulled Fang Lan to the back of the screen wall, "Go and stand in the circle."
Fang Lan just 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 burn."
"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 walked towards it.
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 others?" 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, and 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 party 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 cultivation?"
When Liu Baihua asked this question, Lao Fang was overjoyed! As expected, Mr. Liu saw his daughter's talent.
"No." Fang Lan answered very simply, "My hobby is just 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 you leave." Liu Baihua shouted 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, "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 array.
Liu Baihua said: "Go and stand inside the 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. Anyway, the place was close to the door. If anything went wrong, she would run away immediately.
However, she stood in the circle for five minutes and nothing happened.
"Do I still need to continue standing?" 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 response at all? Mr. Liu had already spoken, so it must be that his daughter had a talent for cultivation, but why was there no response from this array?
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 in the battle?
"Wait a minute." Liu Baihua said, "I'll go back to the house and make a phone call."
No need to think about it, of course he called Lin Qian.
He has merit and good luck, and his luck is 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?"
"Has the person you mentioned practiced cultivation before?" Lin Qian asked.
"Probably 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."