Chai Chai, who was sleeping on the table, didn't know what he was dreaming about. The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and he kept smiling stupidly.
"Wake up."
Li Ang gently patted her shoulder. Chai Chai opened his eyes drowsily, yawned and scratched his hair, "Is the wedding over?"
"Well, it's over, let's go home."
Li Ang pulled her up from the chair, nodded to his friends, and then took Chai Chai in a carriage and returned to Jinchengfang Mansion.
"Song Dalang and Sister You finally achieved righteous cultivation. It's not easy."
Chai Chai opened the courtyard door and said with emotion, "It's good that you're married, so you don't have to worry about those rumors."
Li Ang took out the talisman, lit the fire, boiled hot water for washing, and asked casually, "What is the rumor?"
"About Sister You's origins."
Chai Chai curled his lips and said: "There are not a few wealthy scholars and wealthy people in Chang'an City who married Qing husbandmen, but they were basically taken as concubines. Their wives still married through open matchmakers and welcomed the ladies who entered the house.
A matchmaker has been visiting Song Dalang’s house before, insisting on being a matchmaker for him."
Chai Chaixu talked nonchalantly, yawning from time to time.
In the State of Yu, there were many rich men and women who married Qing peasants, but they usually took them home as concubines.
The first wife of a scholar who is determined to become an official is often the daughter of an official family, and no matter how poor he is, she is also a young lady from a scholarly family.
As a promising disciple of the Academy, Song Shaoyuan repeatedly refused political marriage and insisted on marrying You Xiao. This moral integrity is much higher than that of the so-called "pillars of the country" in the Imperial College.
"What a wonderful love story. It's a pity that the Lanling Newspaper doesn't have the contact information of Jin Jiang. Otherwise, we could contact him and ask him to write an article using Song Dalang and Sister You as examples. Maybe it could spread to thousands of people.
Year, it will be adapted into a drama.
I've already thought of the name, "This Scholar Isn't Too Cold"."
Pfft, why don’t you call them Song Shanbo and You Yingtai?
Li Ang suddenly became pale, his steps were sluggish, and he slowly stopped.
He stood in the shadow and said softly: "After you wash up, go to bed first. I'll go to the study to write something more."
"Eh? Okay."
Chai Chai didn't notice anything strange, yawned, washed her face, brushed her teeth and went to sleep. Li Ang watched her back disappear from the bedroom door, slowly moved her steps, walked into the study and sat down slowly.
The study no longer uses kerosene lamps, but has replaced them with talisman lamps. The light is stable and clear, and there is no choking smell of kerosene lamps.
The silk threads began to stir again, and a large number of silk threads traveled along the blood vessels and nerves, gradually penetrating towards the spleen, liver, lungs, kidneys, pancreas and other organs.
Li Ang couldn't even feel much pain. The free nerve endings, nerve fibers, dorsal root ganglia, trigeminal spinal tract nucleus, etc. in various locations in his body were all eroded by ink to varying degrees.
Physiologically, it takes over the generation process of pain.
"Stop."
Li Ang took out several wind charms from the charm plate and looked at his chest indifferently.
The eroding movements of the ink slowly stopped, retracted into the spine, and became motionless.
Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief silently and put the wind talisman back into the talisman plate.
The current Mo Si is still unable to resist the strong winds of heaven and earth. Li Ang uses the wind talisman of telekinesis to soar into the sky, and the threat of perishing with Mo Si is still effective.
But this balance cannot be maintained for long.
Even if the ink is dormant in the spine, its powder can still flow through the blood and spread to every corner of the body.
The degree of erosion is getting worse day by day, but there is no way to counter it.
"If you want to continue to suppress Mo Si, the most likely way is to advance to the Cloud Patrol Realm."
Li Ang thought: "The problem is that when a monk is promoted from the Listening to the Rain realm to the Patrolling Cloud realm, he needs to achieve the so-called 'perfection of body and mind' and integrate his spiritual veins.
The spiritual veins that I can cultivate are made of ink silk.
If you feed Mosi with fine gold and mithril, it will increase its strength and usurp my control over my body before I reach the Cloud Patrol Realm..."
If you want to control Mo Si, you must first reach the Cloud Patrol Realm.
If you want to reach the Cloud Patrol realm, you must strengthen the silk thread.
Once the ink silk is strengthened, it will lose control.
Li Ang rubbed his eyebrows. This was simply a logical closed loop. It seemed impossible to break it on his own.
Could it be...
He opened the desk drawer and found the All Souls Book lying quietly in the drawer.
Do you want help from this book?
The last time I encountered a paper man on the railway, I just asked Wanlingshu about how to save He Fanshuang, but three years of his life were taken away...
After thinking again and again, Li Ang took out the Book of All Spirits from the drawer, opened the pages, and asked softly towards the book: "If I want to know, how can I control the Mo Si in my body while ensuring my physical and mental health?
If I lose control again, what price should I pay for this?"
The Wanling Book paused for a long time before a line of writing appeared on it.
【Fifty years lifespan】
Snap.
Li Ang simply closed the book and threw it back into the drawer.
No monk in the world can escape the five declines of heaven and man. Even the oldest person can only live to be 120 or 30 years old at most.
Judging from Li Ang's estimated life span of more than eighty years, if he loses fifty years, he won't have many years left to live.
The devil agrees.
"But..."
Li Ang tapped his finger on the table, "Since the Book of All Spirits can offer a price, it proves that there is indeed a possibility of realizing it..."
He thought for a long time in the study, until the window outside gradually became white, and the early morning sunlight shone in through the glass window.
It's dawn.
After another night of staying up, Li Ang sighed, stood up from his chair, flipped the switch on the wall, and turned off the talisman lamp.
The doctors of the Academy have solved the problem of miniaturization of the Reiki machine, and the cost has also been reduced. Different models of Reiki machines have different powers of collecting Reiki.
It can transport spiritual energy to a designated location over a long distance through a copper wire wrapped with shellac (shellac has extremely poor efficiency in conducting spiritual energy and can act as an insulator).
Start the furnace, forging hammer, textile machine and other machinery.
In the backyard of Li Ang's house, there is now a spiritual energy machine, which provides energy for the rune lights in various rooms of the house.
Maybe after some time, more "home appliances" are developed, and Chang'an City may really need to build telegraph poles everywhere to transmit "power". It may even need transformers, high-voltage power towers and the like.
"The efficiency of ink silk in transmitting spiritual energy is far better than that of copper wire or even fine gold silk thread.
I really don’t know what it is..."
Li Ang rubbed his sleepy eyes and prepared to wash his face, brush his teeth and go to bed - he had already asked for two days of leave from the academy in advance, and he did not have to go to class today.
Suddenly, his steps towards the bedroom paused, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
Suzhou, suburbs, mountains and forests.
The Su family's ancestral tomb, hidden by the dense forest, welcomes visitors.
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