Chapter 393 Price Code
"hey-hey"
Chai Chai, who was sleeping on the table, didn't know what he dreamed of, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and he kept giggling.
"Wake up."
Li Ang patted her shoulder lightly, Chai Chai opened his eyes in a daze, 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 back to the Jinchengfang mansion in a carriage.
"Song Dalang and Sister You have finally achieved a positive result. It's really not easy."
Chai Chai pushed open the courtyard door and said with emotion. "It's fine if you're married, so you don't have to worry about those rumors."
Li Ang took out the talisman, lit the stove, heated hot water for washing, and asked casually. "What gossip?"
"About Sister You's background."
Chai Chai curled his lips and said: "In Chang'an City, there are many scholars and rich men who marry noble people, but most of them take them as concubines. Their regular wives are still married through Ming media, and they welcome the noble ladies who come in.
Before, a matchmaker had been visiting Song Dalang’s house and insisted on matching him. "
Chai Chai babbled and yawned from time to time.
In Yu State, there are not a few scholars and rich men who marry nobles, but they usually marry back home as concubines.
For a scholar who intends to become an official, the main wife is often the daughter of an official family, or even a lady of a scholarly family.
As a promising school student, Song Shaoyuan repeatedly refused political marriage and insisted on marrying You Xiao. This morality is much higher than those so-called "national pillars" in the Imperial College.
"What a love story, it's a pity that the Lanling News doesn't have the contact information of that Jin Jiang, otherwise we could contact him, ask him to write a novel using Song Dalang and Sister You as samples, maybe it will be circulated for thousands of years A hundred years ago, it was adapted into a drama.
I have already thought of the name, "This Scholar Is Not So Cold". "
Pfft, why aren't you called Song Shanbo and You Yingtai?
Li Ang suddenly became pale, his steps were sluggish, and he stopped slowly.
He stood in the shadows, and said softly, "Go to bed after you wash up, I'll go to the study and write something."
"Huh? Okay."
Chai Chai didn't notice anything unusual, yawned, washed his face, brushed his teeth and went to sleep. Li Ang watched her back disappear at the door of the bedroom, then moved slowly, walked into the study and sat down slowly.
In the study, kerosene lamps are no longer used, but rune lamps have been replaced. The light is steady and clear without the choking smell of kerosene lamps.
Mosi began to stir again, and a large number of silk threads traveled along the blood vessels and nerves, and gradually penetrated 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, and spinal nucleus of the trigeminal nerve in various places in his body were eroded by different degrees of moss.
Physiologically, it takes over the generation process of pain sensation.
"Stop."
Li Ang took out several wind talismans from the talisman plate, and looked at his chest indifferently.
Mosi's erosive movement slowly stopped, retracted into the spine, and calmed down.
Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief silently, and put the wind talisman back into the talisman plate.
The current Mosi is still unable to resist the strong wind of heaven and earth, and Li Ang's threat of using the Psychic Wind Talisman to go straight to the sky and die with Mosi is still effective.
But this balance cannot be maintained for long.
Even if Mosi 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.
Li Ang thought: "The problem is, for a monk to be promoted from listening to the rain to observing the clouds, he needs to achieve the so-called 'full body and mind' and unify the spiritual veins.
The spiritual veins that I can cultivate are made of moss.
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 patrolling state."
If you want to control Mosi, you must first reach the Cloud Patrol Realm.
If you want to reach the Cloud Patrol Realm, you have to strengthen Mosi.
Once the moss is strengthened, it will lose control.
Li Ang rubbed the center of his brows, this is simply a logical closed loop. On my own, I feel impossible to break.
Could it be
He opened the desk drawer, and the book of all souls lay quietly in the drawer.
Want to turn to this book for help?
The last time I met a paper figurine on the railway, I just asked Wan Lingshu how to rescue He Fanshuang, and I was taken away from the three-year lifespan
After thinking about it for a while, Li Ang took out the Book of All Souls from the drawer, opened the pages, and asked softly towards the book: "If I want to know, how can I control the ink silk in my body while ensuring my physical and mental health?" Get out of control again. What price will 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 closed the book neatly, and threw it back into the drawer.
No monk in the world can escape the five declines of heaven and man, and even the longest-lived ones can live to be one hundred and twenty or thirty years old at most.
Judging from Li Ang's estimated life expectancy in his 80s, if every 50 years is reduced, there will not be many years left to live.
Ghost agrees.
"but."
Li Ang tapped the table with his finger, "Since the Book of All Souls can issue a price tag, it proves that there is indeed a possibility of realizing the matter."
He pondered for a long time in the study, until the outside of the window gradually turned white, and the early morning sun shone in through the glass window.
Its daybreak.
Stayed up all night again. Li Ang sighed, stood up from the chair, flipped the switch on the wall, and turned off the talisman lamp.
The doctors of the academy have solved the miniaturization problem of the aura machine, and the cost has also been reduced. Different types of aura machines have different powers for collecting aura.
It can transmit the aura to the designated location over a long distance through the copper wire wrapped in shellac (the efficiency of shellac in conducting aura is extremely poor, and it can play an insulating role).
Start furnaces, forging hammers, spinning machines, and more.
In the backyard of Li Ang's house, there is now a spiritual energy machine, which provides energy for the lamps in each room of the house.
Maybe after a while, more "home appliances" will be developed, and Chang'an City may really need to build electric poles around to transmit "electricity". Even transformers, high-voltage towers, and the like are needed.
"The efficiency of ink silk in conducting spiritual energy is far better than that of copper wire or even fine gold wire.
I really don’t know what it is.”
Li Ang rubbed his sleepy eyes, and was about to wash his face, brush his teeth and go to bed—he had already requested two days off from the academy in advance, and he didn't have to go to class today.
Suddenly, he stopped walking towards the bedroom, and his eyes sharpened instantly.
Suzhou, suburbs, mountains.
The ancestral tomb of the Su family that was covered by dense forest welcomed visitors.
(end of this chapter)