Ask Sword

What are thoughts? Thoughts, thoughts, and emotions that originate from the depths of the heart are thoughts.

To use an inappropriate and not so correct word to describe,

Mindfulness is to replace the heart of heaven with one's own mind, and to replace the will of heaven with one's own will.

In one world, the one who thinks is the ruler.

On the bank of Chuiyun Lake, Xi Yangyu raised his right hand, turning the huge amount of lake water into countless tiny droplets from the air, floating up slowly, and then falling suddenly.

The lake water 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 leaving the sentence Submit a paper on the practical application of reading in five days, Xi Yangyu, who finished the class, walked away, leaving the students with sad faces.

The matter of Cui Jiu was just a short episode, and it didn't 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 studying?

Yang Yu scratched his head in pain and said, How should I write this?

Li Wei said distressedly: With our current cultivation bases of Qi Sensing Realm and Body Hiding Realm, the things that mind power can do are really limited.

You can still write.

For example, when you go to the toilet without paper, use your mind to take the paper on the table outside.

Or go to the gambling house, play with the dice with the power of thought 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 academy forbids students to go 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 rights are charged, and the money comes in much faster than gambling.

After witnessing Mo Si 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?

It only needs a few pieces of talisman paper to provide power, and with the remote control of mind power, it can fly flexibly in the air.

It's 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.

Doctors and professors from different disciplines such as engineering, symmetry, mathematics, and science worked together to invent the wind tunnel and its observation equipment, and continuously 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 used in the flying sword?

All these explorations eventually point to mathematics.

Only arithmetic can strictly describe the abstract structure and pattern of all things.

The doctors in 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 airplane model has been continuously improved. After a while, I am afraid that there will be a helicopter model.

A few freshman-level papers are naturally not a problem.

By the way, Risheng,

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, half a year had passed since he came to Chang'an before he knew it, and he already had a mansion, Should spend the Spring Festival in Chang'an.

There will be winter vacations on New Year’s Eve and Spring Festival, until the end of Shangyuan Festival (the fifteenth day of the first lunar month).

But Weizhou is far away, and it takes too much time to go back.

And it is estimated that when I go back, I will have to face the enthusiastic fathers and villagers.

Think about it or forget it.

Ji Linglang continued to ask, Okay, then it's time for the holiday, and our fellow villagers from Weizhou will go to the Red Building to join us. 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 was full of distinguished guests around New Year's Eve, but as a disciple of Ji Linglang Academy and the prefect's daughter, he could still book a private room.

clang clang clang——

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 horse dealer), and returned to Chang'an.

Xiao Lang-jun, are you going to go shopping in the West Market today?

The coachman driving the car was a smart man, and Li Ang often went shopping in the West Market after school, and bought some expensive luxury items to go home, so he asked 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.

‘Hey, 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——

There was a sudden movement from the moss in the body, 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 spiritual energy, and brought Mosi back into his body.

In the third stage, Mosi has gradually lost his appetite for silver ingots. Only a large amount of special metals and gold ingots can make him have the urge to devour.

But, in the direction of West Market, there is no gold shop.

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 store 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 shop didn't know Li Ang, but seeing the expensive clothes Li Ang was wearing, his eyes lit up, and he came 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, Just this wall, I'll put up all the trouble.

A. wall?

The shop owner was dumbfounded, 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 Market dared to cheat the landlord's idiot son for a sum of money,

But the young rich man who went shopping with Wanguan Feiqian didn't dare to raise the price on the ground, or secretly exchange for imitations, even if he had ten guts.

God knows which prime minister, son of the Duke of the State.

There's also that box of books in the corner. How much do you add up? Only 1,700? Fine.

Li Ang casually asked the shop owner to pack everything up and put it on the carriage.

The coachman bit the straw stalk, 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, and 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?

A collection of poems and essays by Du Fu and Du Gongbu?