"hey-hey..."
Chai Chai, who was sleeping on the table, didn't know what he was dreaming about. He unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and kept smiling.
"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 have finally achieved enlightenment. It's not easy."
Chai Chai opened the courtyard door and said with emotion. "It doesn't matter if you're married, 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 rumors?"
"About Sister You's background."
Chai Chai curled his lips and said: "There are not a few wealthy scholars in Chang'an City who married Qing husbandmen, but most of them took them as concubines. Their first wives still married through open matchmakers and welcomed the ladies who entered the house.
Matchmakers have been visiting Song Dalang's house before, insisting on being a matchmaker for him. "
Chai Chai talked nonchalantly, yawning from time to time.
In the State of Yu, there were many scholars and rich men who married Qing peasants, but they usually took them home as concubines.
The first wife of a scholar who wanted to become an official was often the daughter of an official family, or even a young lady from a well-educated 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 was 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 some more."
"Eh? Okay."
Chai Chai didn't notice anything strange, yawned, washed his face, brushed his teeth and went to sleep. Li Ang watched her back disappear from the bedroom door, slowly moved his steps, walked into the study and sat down slowly.
The kerosene lamp is no longer used in the study, but has been replaced with a talisman lamp. The light is stable and clear, and there is no choking smell from 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 pain generation process.
"Stop."
Li Ang took out several wind charms from the charm plate and looked at his chest indifferently.
The eroding movements of Moss 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 compete with the strong winds of heaven and earth. Li Ang's threat of using the telekinesis wind talisman to soar into the sky and die together 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 black silk.
If you feed Mo Si 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 Xunyun realm.
If you want to reach the Xunyun realm, you have to strengthen Mo Si.
Once the ink silk is strengthened, it will lose control.
Li Ang rubbed his eyebrows, this was simply a logical closed loop. I feel like I can't break it just by myself.
Could it be...
He opened the desk drawer and found the All Souls Book lying quietly in the drawer.
Want to turn to this book for help?
The last time I encountered a paper man on the railway, I just asked Wanlingshu about how to save He Fanshuang, and 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? Lose control again. What price do I have to pay for this?"
The Book of All Souls paused for a long time before a line of writing appeared on it.
[Fifty-year lifespan]
Snapped.
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 lifespan of over eighty years, if he loses fifty years, he won't have many years left to live.
The devil agreed.
"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 things coming true..."
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.
Its daybreak.
Stayed up another night. Li Ang sighed, stood up from the chair, flipped the switch on the wall, and turned off the rune lamp.
The doctors of the Academy have solved the problem of miniaturizing the Reiki machine, and the cost has also been reduced. Different models of Reiki machines have different powers in collecting Reiki.
It can transport spiritual energy to a designated location over a long distance through a copper wire wrapped with shellac (shellac is extremely inefficient at conducting spiritual energy and can act as an insulator).
Power up furnaces, forging hammers, spinning looms, and more.
In the backyard of Li Ang's house, there is now a spiritual energy machine, which provides energy for the rune lights in each room 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". Even things like transformers and high-voltage power towers are needed.
"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 sleep - 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, welcomed visitors.
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