Chapter 293 Morphology
Sitting in the auditorium, Li Ang picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his palm, and then used the dust sweeping amulet to lightly brush the clothes.
sand-
A large amount of dust, cloth debris, and fly ash are adsorbed on the dust-sweeping talisman, and the talisman is thrown away one by one, and the whole person regains his refreshment.
'Fortunately, there is a lotus in adversity,'
Li Ang exhaled slowly to calm down.
The Misfortune Lian, who can predict bad luck, gave the prediction result of today's non-bad luck in advance, so that he could make some preparations in advance.
In addition, he was very popular in the academy, three divisions stood up to defend him, and Li Ang's previous achievements protected him from the worst situation.
"Chenpei here,"
Yang Yu, who is considered a devout Haotian believer at home, shook his head, and said in a bad mood: "His father, Bian Yubo, as the deputy envoy of the court, has exterminated countless demons and evil spirits, so he can be called a hero no matter what.
How could a son be born like this? "
"yes."
Yong Hongzhong agreed and said: "It's fine if you don't have any style in the ring competition, but you still can't afford to lose like this, and talk nonsense.
It's not like the pride of Taihao Mountain,
It’s more like the aunt who lost the bet and scolded the sumo match for “the countdown is slow” in Dongxishi Theater.”
"The tiger father will have dogs, too,"
Li Wei pouted, "After this academic exchange, even if Bian Chenpei returns to Taihao Mountain, it will only become a joke."
There is no saying that the position of Taihao Mountain is passed down from generation to generation.
Especially in the Inquisition Court, the strength and reputation of the priests are still the top priority of the assessment.
As long as Bian Chenpei is still alive, he will never be able to take off the hat of "being defeated head-on by a monk of two lower ranks" on his head.
"Are you in a bad mood recently?"
He Fanshuang, who was sitting next to him with a book in his hands, glanced at the silent Li Ang, and asked indifferently, "Just now in the ring, it's not like you usually are."
"Um?"
Li Ang was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "A little bit."
Suzhou's water poison, Zhaoming lurking in the dark, the reforming imperial medical office, Ashinagaro who left a lifelong mutilation, and the spiritual machine that is destined to change the world pattern and the way of life of hundreds of millions of people.
Annoying things came one after another, and I felt like venting my anger when I blasted Bian Chenpei on the stage just now.
He Fanshuang took a steady look at him, and said calmly: "You don't need to shoulder all your worries and sorrows, you can talk to someone you trust."
"Um,"
Li Ang nodded, with a slightly bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.
Calculating carefully, it has been three years since I awakened the memory of the other world, and I have a group of sincere friends around me, respectable teacher,
There are also more unspeakable secrets.
He can entrust his life to Chai Chai, but it is difficult for Chai Chai to understand what he means by "sheep cannibalize people", "industrialization", and "proletarians".
He can chat with Li Leling about many things, but Li Leling's princess status means that she can't understand Li Ang's many deviant ideas, which can even be said to be outrageous.
Li Ang has an inexplicable sense of sight, he is like a traveler, walking on the cliff under the night, with the abyss beneath his feet.
In the distance is the prosperous and peaceful world, where there are carved beams and painted buildings, and the lights are just on,
But next to the city, there is a huge bonfire burning.
Only he can see the ever-spreading and extremely dangerous bonfire. He wants to tell the distant crowd, but the sound cannot pass through the empty cliff, and he can only hear the lonely echo of himself alone.
Li Ang sighed softly, shook his head and stopped thinking about those troublesome things.
On the arena, the competition is still going on, Ren Jiao, Ashina Que Teqin and others are on the field one after another, Pei Jing holds the Canghai Sword to defeat the strong with the weak, Shangguan Yangyao unstoppably blasts the opponent away with magical magic, which can be regarded as Taihaoshan He regained his face.
During the rest of the competition, the employees of Chang’an Company will wear uniforms with the names of each company on them, push trolleys, pass through the auditorium, and present free desserts and snacks to citizens and foreign missions to relieve the heat.
However, Li Ang and the others didn't eat free desserts—Li Leling asked the servants to push the cart, and took out more than a dozen bowls of watermelon dew that had been iced with the cold amulet, and distributed them to everyone.
"Thanks."
Li Ang took a sip, then suddenly paused.
Li Leling noticed his movements, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"
"No, it's delicious."
Li Ang smiled at her, while Xin Xin left the arena and came to the cave outside Chang'an City.
In the dark cave, the silent Mosi clone was shaking violently,
Clah—
A large amount of moss littered and peeled off,
It attracted the three Trichogramma bees that had just hatched not far away to buzz around.
what happened? Out of control? !
Li Ang concentrated all his attention on Mosi's avatar, trying to restrain Mosi.
After more than ten breaths, the avatar finally stopped disintegrating.
A large number of ink filaments scattered on the ground rose slowly, forming small piles of sand on the cave floor.
Didn't lose control, Li Ang could still sense the Mosi that had escaped, and he could even command and control them.
This is more like awakening another form?
Li Ang was thinking uncertainly. After beating Bian Chenpei in the arena just now, the long-standing annoyance and distress disappeared, and his own realm seemed to have climbed to the threshold of listening to the rain from the elementary level to the middle level.
During the former Sui Dynasty, Ting Yu's intermediate level was enough to be called a "monk", not a practitioner who just started.
Although it is a difference of one level, it is only the last two steps away from the Cloud Patrol Realm.
"Did my own advancement trigger changes in Mosi?"
Li Ang said silently, the fourth stage of Mosi is to differentiate into clones that can be controlled from a distance,
Now the fifth stage, what new abilities?
He released his mind and sensed the pile of moss.
Scattered ink filaments can change into various shapes in situ, including circles, cubes, and geometric shapes, but more complex structures, such as human figures and animal shapes, cannot be achieved.
"Can't you change into more clones?"
Li Ang was a little disappointed, the fragmented parts had limited functions, and the Mosi avatar could only have one main body.
"The control accuracy and toughness of the scattered parts have not changed much."
Li Ang thought silently, "Then what is the use of this fifth stage? Is it used as an eyeliner other than Mosi's avatar?
Wait, it’s not impossible. "
The biggest problem with Mosi's avatar is that the whole body is dark, even wearing a coir raincoat and cape, it is still too obvious when walking on the road, and it is easy to be spotted.
To sneak into a city, you can only drill through the ground or through rivers.
With scattered ink filaments, it is possible to monitor a large area.
and
He directed his thoughts towards the buzzing and flying Trichogramma bee,
These three bees hatched from their cocoons not long ago, and now they are only the size of a thumb, and they need to eat fresh flesh and blood every day—Li Ang will control Mosi's avatar to hunt some game or river fish back from the mountains.
"Maybe."
Li Ang thought for a moment, controlled the Mosi avatar to stand up, picked up an ink ball, and gently placed it on the back of a certain Trichogramma bee.
In the next second, a sudden change occurred.
(end of this chapter)