"...What are thoughts? Mind, thoughts, and emotions originating from deep within are thoughts.
To use an inappropriate and not so correct word to describe it,
To think is to substitute one's own heart for Heaven's heart, and one's own will for Heaven's will.
In a world, the one who reads is the master..."
By the Chuiyun Lake, Xi Yangyu raised his right hand and turned a huge amount of lake water into countless tiny droplets through the air, floating slowly, and then suddenly falling.
The lake water turned into heavy rain, pouring down, and a faint rainbow halo appeared.
I have to admit that although Xi Yangyu's character is not very good, he is indeed one of the monks with the most say in the world when it comes to studying.
After leaving the sentence "Submit a paper on the practical application of studying in five days", Xi Yangyu Shiran walked away after finishing the class, leaving the students with sad faces.
Cui Jiu's incident was just a small episode and did not stop the academy.
Dr. Xi Yangyu and other students attended class as usual and arranged their homework as usual.
"Uh, do you want to study practical applications?"
Yang Yu scratched his head in pain and said, "How should I write this?"
Li Wei said distressedly: "With our current cultivation level in the Qi Sensing Realm and the Physical Hidden Realm, the things that our mind can do are really limited."
“I can still write.
For example, if you don’t bring any paper with you when you go to the toilet, you can use your telekinesis to take the paper from the table outside.
Or go to a gambling house, use your mind to play with the dice and cheat, making hundreds or even thousands of coins. "
Li Ang said casually and found that Yang Yu and Li Wei looked at him hesitantly, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me?"
"The sun rises,"
Yang Yu hesitated and said: "The academy prohibits disciples from going to the casino to use spells, not to mention you still have the title of county earl..."
"It's just talk, I won't actually gamble."
Li Ang rolled his eyes and said silently in his mind, "Patent rights fees can make money much faster than gambling."
After witnessing Mo Si eating a special metal worth 300,000 yuan in one go, Li Ang became a little numb to small amounts of money.
"You guys, can't you think of something reliable?"
Ji Linglang walked over with a smile, "Isn't the aircraft most closely related to telepathy the invention of Risheng?
It only requires a few talisman papers to provide power and telekinesis, so it can fly flexibly and freely in the air.
It's easy to fill out a few papers. "
"Yes."
Yang Yu's eyes lit up, the aircraft - or as Li Ang said, the plane,
Development during this period was quite rapid.
Doctors and teachers from different fields such as engineering, mathematics, mathematics, and science worked together to invent the wind tunnel and its observation equipment, and constantly summarized the principles of flight.
How to make the aircraft experience less drag and higher lift;
Why some specific streamlined structures can obtain greater lift;
Can the lift concept of airplanes be applied to flying swords?
All these explorations ultimately point to arithmetic.
Only arithmetic can strictly describe the abstract structure and pattern of all things.
The doctors of the Academy are the smartest people in the world. After pointing out a clear path to them, they will naturally continue to explore in depth.
Thanks to the efforts of doctors, teachers, and many disciples, the wingspan data of aircraft models have continued to improve. In a while, even helicopter models will be available.
Writing a few freshman-level papers is naturally not a problem.
"By the way, Risheng,"
Ji Linglang turned to Li Ang and asked, "Are you going to spend the Spring Festival in Chang'an this year?"
"Spring Festival..."
Li Ang reacted belatedly. Unknowingly, half a year had passed since he came to Chang'an, and he already had a mansion. "We should spend the Spring Festival in Chang'an."
Xuegong will have winter vacation on New Year's Eve and Spring Festival, until the end of Shangyuan Festival (the fifteenth day of the first lunar month).
But Zhenzhou is a long way away and it would take too much time to go back.
And it is estimated that when I go back, I will have to face the enthusiastic folks.
Think about it and forget it.
Ji Linglang then asked, "Okay, then it's time for the holiday. We fellow villagers from Zhenzhou will go to the Red Mansion to get together. Do you want to come?"
"Well, come when you have time."
Li Ang nodded. The Red Mansion is one of the most high-end restaurants in Chang'an. It is full of distinguished guests around New Year's Eve. However, as a disciple of Ji Linglang Academy and the daughter of the prefect, he can still book a private room.
Dang Dang Dang——
The bell rang and it was time for school to end.
Li Ang said goodbye to Ji Linglang and others, got on the carriage (after being granted the title of county earl, it would be inappropriate to ride on the Yang Yu family's carriage, so Li Ang simply hired one from a horse and carriage agency) and returned to Chang'an.
"Young gentleman, are you going to go shopping in the West Market today?"
The coachman driving the car was a smart man. Li Ang often went shopping in the West Market after school and bought some expensive luxuries to take home, so he asked the question.
"Well, let's go shopping."
Soap soap, absorbent cotton, allicin, several patent rights added up, can bring Li Ang a patent fee of "ten thousand yuan" as a unit of measurement every month.
Li Ang was sitting in the carriage, and when he opened the curtains of the carriage at will, he could feel the enthusiastic eyes of the shop owners when they saw him, as if they were seeing a boy throwing away money.
'Oh, it would be great if Mosi could eat luxury goods, but she has to be a picky eater and only eat precious minerals. '
Li Ang sighed silently and looked around, mentally calculating which store he should visit today.
Zheng——
There was sudden movement from the silk threads in the body, and the fine silk threads pierced the skin of the chest, pointing in a certain direction under the robe.
"Um?"
Li Ang's heart moved, and he silently released his spiritual energy, gathering Mo Si back into his body.
In the third stage, Mo Si has gradually lost her "appetite" for silver ingots. Only a large amount of special metals and gold ingots can make her have the urge to devour.
But, there are no gold shops in that direction of West Market...
"Pause."
Li Ang stopped the carriage, jumped out of the carriage, followed the guidance from Mo Si, and walked deeper into the city, arriving at a shop selling books, calligraphy and paintings.
This shop is unremarkable, with some decent calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and its business conditions seem to be average.
"Which one do you want to buy, Mr. Wang? Our store has calligraphy by Wang Shaobo, Wang Jiling, and one by Huai Su..."
The middle-aged owner of the store didn't know Li Ang, but his eyes lit up when he saw the expensive clothes Li Ang was wearing. He walked out from behind the counter enthusiastically to receive Li Ang.
"I don't know much about calligraphy and painting..."
Li Ang glanced around and said, "Just this wall, I'll cover up all the trouble."
"A... wall?"
The shop owner was stunned, first in disbelief, then in ecstasy and shock, and then fell into sluggishness and slight disappointment——
Li Ang took out a stack of flying coins from his bag, with face values starting from at least five hundred coins.
The shop owner in West Market dared to cheat the landlord’s silly son and he would be punished.
But the young rich man who went shopping with thousands of dollars would not dare to raise the price or secretly exchange for imitations even if he had the guts to do so.
God knows which prime minister or prince's family he is.
"In addition, there is the box of books in the corner. How much do they add up to? Only 1,700 guan? Okay."
Li Ang casually asked the shop owner to pack everything and put it on the carriage.
The coachman bit the straw stalk, not surprised by Li Ang's impromptu shopping move.
The boss who made a little profit stood outside the shop, nodded and bowed, and welcomed him to come back next time.
Li Ang himself was sitting on the carriage driving back to Jinchengfang, frowning slightly.
Mosi's devouring desire was pointed at a certain book in the box.
Li Ang controlled Mo Si's impulse, and waited until he returned to the mansion and the carriage drove away, then moved the box to the study and picked out the old and yellowed book.
"Is this... a collection of Du Gongbu?"
A collection of poems and essays by Du Fu and Du Gongbu?
