“I don’t think this is appropriate. Let’s forget about passing on this intangible cultural heritage,” Wang Shang said coldly, frowning.
Although he is now around forty years old, his face still looks like that of someone in his early thirties, exuding an air of authority without anger, with sharp and imposing features.
The old dean was stunned, never expecting his perfect decision to be rejected. After a moment, he regained his composure and stammered, "Why, why, why?"
"With modern technology so advanced and the pace of life so fast, who has the time to care about the inheritance of intangible cultural heritage? No one would be willing to sign up for such an unpopular subject."
"But……"
"Alright, go back now. I have other matters to attend to." The king casually waved his hand, signaling the servant to leave quickly.
The old dean wanted to say something more, but seeing the king's impatient expression, he finally sighed helplessly, shook his head, and left.
After seeing the person leave, the king looked down at the stunningly beautiful face on his phone again, a flicker of unknown emotion in his eyes.
...
"Wow, this is really hard to make." Xiong Ruoyou looked at the wounds on her hands and borrowed a healing tool from Yi Beixuan to treat the blisters on her hands.
Not only her, but the others also looked worried.
Writing it myself doesn't seem as easy as watching Mu Qingyun write it.
"Take a break, no rush." Mu Qingyun glanced up at them and continued knitting.
The internal energy within the body surged through the meridians to the hands, protecting them and preventing them from becoming covered in blisters like others.
The weaving process was both boring and tedious. In the end, only Mu Qingyun was still weaving, while the others were either cultivating, playing, or chatting, all quite at ease.
Su watched her knitting alone, then ended her conversation with Yi Beixuan, slowly walked to her side, and said softly, "Do your hands hurt? Do you want me to massage them for you?"
"OK."
Upon hearing this, she didn't refuse and handed her hand to Su. Looking at the woven seaweed on the ground, she frowned with a headache.
The six of them are still too slow. At this rate of weaving, when will they be able to live in a big house?
“Or you could beg me, and I have a way to quickly weave seaweed for you,” Kazel said, glancing at the seaweed and pinching it a few times. “However, the seaweed I weave for you might be very wet, and you’ll have to dry it yourself afterwards.”
“If it’s fish, then forget it,” Mu Qingyun said, brushing aside the seaweed and glancing at him indifferently. “They probably won’t work.”
“Who said it was a fish?” Kazel said with a helpless shrug. “There are so many creatures in the ocean, surely some of them can weave seaweed.”
Hearing this, Mu Qingyun raised an eyebrow in confusion, "You're just a mermaid, why should other sea creatures listen to you?"
“It’s a secret.” Kazel smiled and patted her arm. “How about it? Beg me and I’ll help you. It’ll save you from burning your fingers here and not being able to come up with many stories.”
[Wow, I'm going crazy! Help! This is so sweet!]
"You beg me, I'll help you—what an amazing American moment!"
Choosing the right tree to perch on is brilliant! They should get together already!
[I always knew I was right when it came to shipping couples. I'm making a prediction right now: these two will definitely end up together.]
"Change to another one." Mu Qingyun said without looking up. Su's hand was a little cool, and when he pressed it, her fingers felt slightly numb, which was quite comfortable.
"Is it so hard to beg me?" Kazel chuckled. "Those three words can be said casually. Besides, begging me isn't something shameful to say."
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyun lowered her head and remained silent.
Perhaps to Kazel, these three words would be a joke, but for her, the word "beg" carried a very heavy meaning.
When I was a child, I had to beg people every day for a little food, until my lips were sore from begging, but they still wouldn't give me even a tiny bit.
So when she grew up, she stopped asking people for favors so easily.
"Okay, let's choose another one."
Seeing that Mu Qingyun's expression had turned sour, Kazel quickly changed his tune.
He wasn't oblivious; the word "beg" might have crossed Mu Qingyun's line. Since it was difficult for her to say, he saw no need to persist.
"The second challenge is for you to take me with you for ten days," Kazel said softly, propping himself up on his arms.
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyun raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by Kazel's sudden "understanding".
"Okay." She held Su's hand, patted it gently, and pointed to the seaweed on the ground with her finger. "Go ahead, it's up to you."
“I don’t need those.” Kazel plunged into the seabed, his tail swirling upwards in a brilliant trail as he swam deeper into the ocean.
"Let's go back and rest first." Mu Qingyun stood up, supporting herself on the ground, and pulled Su beside her with one hand. "Everyone has worked hard today, go back and get some rest."
"Brother Mu, you've worked so hard," Xiong Ruoyou walked quickly to her side and hugged her tightly. "You should go back and rest. We'll take care of today's meal!"
“Yes.” Fan Xuanye, who had been silent all along, nodded. Mu Ge was trying to build a house, so it definitely wasn’t just for him to live in; it was for all of them.
There were four people in their team, and their contributions were minimal. Mu Ge was the main force and did the most of the work, such as cooking and fighting.
"OK."
Since they had all said so, Mu Qingyun didn't refuse and immediately nodded in agreement before going to the cave to cultivate.
Kazel kept his word and was efficient. A few days later, he was waiting for her on the shore with a pile of woven seaweed.
"All done?" Mu Qingyun arrived at the coast early in the morning, but she didn't expect Kazel to be there even earlier than her.
"You're really late." Kazel lay leisurely on the shore, his tail slapping the water, and he didn't forget to complain about her.
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyun looked up at the sky, which was just beginning to brighten, and was speechless for a moment. "It's only about seven o'clock now. You're too early."
Kazel didn't reply to her, but pushed the rows of seaweed on the shore toward her. "Come on, count them."
"No need." She lowered her eyes, looked at the huge amount of seaweed on the ground, and held a flame in her right hand to dry the seaweed.
Once the seaweed was ready, she called everyone from the cave over and started piling up bricks.
Building a house is something that can't be rushed; it has to be done slowly.
"Brother Mu, Brother Mu, when will we be able to live in a house?" Xiong Ruoyou looked at the bricks and seaweed and began to look forward to it.
When she first left home, her father looked at her with concern and told her how difficult the conditions were. He never expected that she would be able to live in a house now.
Thinking of this, she looked down at the live streaming device on her wrist. Now she desperately wanted her dad to watch her live stream.
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