Chapter 129 Old Book
“What is nian? Thoughts, thoughts, and emotions originating from the depths of the heart are nian.
Use an inappropriate and not so correct word to describe,
Nian is to replace the heart of heaven with one's own heart, and to replace the will of heaven with one's own will.
In one world, the one who reads is the ruler.”
By the Chuyun Lake, Xi Yangyu raised his right hand, turning a huge amount of lake water into countless tiny droplets from the air, floating up slowly, and then falling suddenly.
The lake turned into a torrential rain, pouring down, and a faint rainbow halo appeared.
I have to admit that although Xi Yangyu's character is not good, he is indeed one of the most influential monks in the world when it comes to studying.
After dropping the sentence "Submit a paper on the practical application of reading in five days", Xi Yangyu, who finished the class, walked away, leaving behind the students with sad faces.
The matter of Cui Jiu was just a short episode, and it did not stop the academy.
Xi Yangyu and other doctors attended classes as usual and assigned their homework as usual, as always.
"Uh, the practical application of learning?"
Yang Yu scratched his head in pain and said, "How should I write this?"
Li Wei said distressedly: "With our current cultivation bases of the Qi Sensing Realm and the Body Hiding Realm, there are really limits to what thoughts can do."
"Still able to write.
For example, if you don’t bring paper with you when you go to the toilet, use your mind to get the paper on the table outside.
Or go to the gambling house, use the power of thought to play with the dice to cheat, and earn him hundreds or even thousands of guan. "
Li Ang said casually, and found that Yang Yu and Li Wei looked at him hesitantly, "What's the matter, why are you looking at me?"
"Sunrise,"
Yang Yu hesitated and said: "The school prohibits disciples from going to the casino to use spells, not to mention you still have the county earl."
"Just talking, I won't really gamble."
Li Ang rolled his eyes, and said silently in his heart, "Patent fees are much faster than gambling."
After witnessing Mosi eat 300,000 guan worth of special metal 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 approached with a smile, "Isn't the flying machine invented by Risheng the most closely related to mind power?
Only need a few talisman papers to provide power, plus the remote control of mind power, you can fly flexibly in the air.
It is very easy to fill out a few papers. "
"Yes."
Yang Yu's eyes lit up, the aircraft—or according to Li Ang, the plane,
The development during this period was quite rapid.
PhDs and professors from different disciplines such as engineering, symbolism, arithmetic, 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 resistance and higher lift;
Why some specific streamlined structures can obtain greater lift;
Can the lift concept of the aircraft be applied to the flying sword?
All these explorations eventually point to mathematics.
Only mathematics can strictly describe the abstract structure and mode of all things.
The doctors of the academy are the smartest people in the world. After showing them a clear path, they will naturally continue to explore in depth.
With the efforts of doctors, professors, and many disciples, the wingspan data of the aircraft model has been continuously improved. After a while, there will be a helicopter model.
Shui a few freshman-level papers is naturally not a problem.
"By the way, Sunrise,"
Ji Linglang turned to look at Li Ang, and asked, "Are you going to spend the Spring Festival in Chang'an this year?"
"Spring Festival."
Li Ang reacted belatedly, it has been half a year since he came to Chang'an before he knew it, and he already has a mansion, "Should spend the Spring Festival in Chang'an."
Xuegong will have winter vacations on New Year’s Eve and Spring Festival until the end of Shangyuan Festival (the fifteenth day of the first lunar month).
And it is estimated that after going back, I will have to face the enthusiastic fathers and villagers.
Think about it or forget it.
Ji Linglang then asked, "Okay, then it's time for a holiday, and our fellow villagers from Weizhou will go to the Red Building to get together. Do you want to come?"
"Well, come when you are free."
Li Ang nodded. The Red House is one of the most high-end restaurants in Chang'an. It is full of distinguished guests around New Year's Eve, but as a disciple of Ji Linglang Academy and the prefect's daughter, he can still book a private room.
dangdangdangdang—
The bell rang, and it was time for school to end.
Li Ang said goodbye to Ji Linglang and the others, got into the carriage (it would be inappropriate to ride Yang Yu's carriage after being granted the title of county earl, so Li Ang simply hired a carriage from a carriage company), and returned to Chang'an.
"Xiao Lang-jun, are you going to visit the West Market today?"
The coachman driving the car is a smart guy. Li Ang often goes shopping in the West Market after school, and buys some expensive luxury goods to go home, so he asks the question.
"Well, let's go shopping."
Soap soap, absorbent cotton, allicin, and several patents add up to bring Li Ang a patent fee measured in "millions" every month.
Li Ang was sitting in the carriage, and whenever he opened the curtains of the carriage, he could feel the enthusiastic eyes of the shop owners looking at him as if they were seeing a boy who spread money.
‘Oh, it would be great if Mosi could eat luxury goods. She has to be picky eaters and only eats precious minerals. '
Li Ang sighed silently, looked around, thinking about which store to visit today.
Zheng—
The moss in the body suddenly moved, and the fine silk thread pierced the skin of the chest, under the robe, pointing in a certain direction.
"Um?"
Li Ang's heart moved, and he silently released his aura, and brought the moss back into his body.
Mosi in the third stage has gradually lost her "appetite" for silver ingots. Only a large number of special metals and gold ingots can make her have the urge to devour.
However, there are no gold shops in the direction of West Market.
"Pause."
Li Ang stopped the carriage, jumped out of the carriage, followed the guidance from Mosi, walked deep into the city, and came to a shop selling books, calligraphy and paintings.
This shop is unremarkable, with some decent calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and the business situation looks relatively average.
"Which one do you want to buy, Mr. Xiaolang? Our store has characters written by Wang Shaobo and Wang Jiling, and one by Huai Su"
The middle-aged owner of the store didn't know Li Ang, but seeing the expensive clothes Li Ang was wearing, his eyes lit up, and he walked out from behind the counter enthusiastically to receive Li Ang.
"I don't know much about calligraphy and painting."
Li Ang glanced left and right, "Let's just install this wall, and install it for all trouble."
"A .wall?"
The store owner was stunned, first in disbelief, then in ecstasy and shock, then in a daze, slightly disappointed—
Li Ang took out a stack of flying money from his bag, with a face value of at least five hundred coins.
The store owner in West City dared to cheat the landlord's stupid son for a fortune,
But the young rich man who went shopping with Wanguan Feiqian did not dare to raise the price on the ground, or secretly exchange for imitations.
God knows which prime minister, son of the Duke of the State.
"There is also that box of books in the corner. How much do you add together? Only 1,700? Fine."
Li Ang casually asked the shop owner to pack everything up and put it on the carriage.
The coachman was biting the straw, not surprised by Li Ang's impromptu shopping behavior,
The boss who made a small fortune stood outside the shop nodding and bowing, welcome to come again next time,
As for Li Ang himself, sitting in the carriage that turned back to Jinchengfang, his brows were slightly frowned.
Mosi's desire to devour is pointing to a certain book in the box.
Li Ang controlled Mosi's impulse. After returning to the mansion and the carriage drove away, he carried the box to the study room and picked out the old and yellowed book.
"This is the collection of Du Gongbu?"
Du Fu Du Gongbu's collection of poems and essays?
(end of this chapter)