Sitting in the auditorium, Li Ang picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his palm, then lightly brushed the clothes with the dust sweeper.
Sha——
A large amount of dust, cloth scraps, and fly ash are adsorbed on the dust-sweeping talisman. The talisman is rolled up and thrown away, and the whole person feels refreshed again.
‘Fortunately, there is a suffering lotus,’
Li Ang slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air to calm his mood.
Kujinglian, who can predict bad luck, gave the prediction results of today's non-bad luck in advance, allowing him to make some preparations in advance.
Coupled with his good popularity in the academy, three Siye stood up to protect him, and Li Ang's previous achievements in protecting the body, the worst situation was avoided.
"This way Chenpei,"
Yang Yu, who was considered a devout Haotian believer in his family, shook his head and said angrily: "His father, Bian Yubo, as the deputy envoy of the Tribunal, killed countless demons and evil spirits, and he can be called a hero no matter what.
How could I give birth to a son like this?"
"Yeah."
Yong Hongzhong responded: "It's okay to have no style in the ring competition. You can't afford to lose, and you're going crazy and talking nonsense.
Not like the genius of Mount Taihao,
It’s more like the aunt who lost her money in the Toshiichi Theater and scolded the sumo competition for ‘the countdown was too slow’”
"Tiger fathers also have canine sons,"
Li Wei pouted, "After this academic exchange, even if Bian Chenpei returns to Mount Taihao, he will only become a joke."
There is no saying that the position in Taihao Mountain is passed down from generation to generation.
Especially in the Inquisition, the strength and reputation of the priests are still the top priority in the assessment.
As long as Bian Chenpei is alive, he will never be able to take off the hat of being "defeated head-on by a monk of two levels lower".
"Are you in a bad mood recently?"
He Fanshuang, who was sitting next to him with a book in his hands, glanced at Li Ang, who was silent, and asked lightly: "It was not like you were in the ring just now."
"Huh?"
Li Ang was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile: "A little bit."
The water poison in Suzhou, Zhao Ming lurking in the dark, the Imperial Medical Office in the process of change, Ashinagara who is left with a lifelong disability, and the spiritual energy machine that is destined to change the world and the lifestyle of hundreds of millions of people.
Worrying things come one after another. I just blasted Chen Pei on the stage with the intention of venting my accumulated anger.
He Fanshuang gave him a steady look and said calmly: "You don't have to carry all your worries and worries on your shoulders. You can talk to someone you trust."
"Yeah,"
Li Ang nodded, with a slightly bitter smile.
Calculating carefully, it has been three years since I awakened the memory of another world. I have a group of sincere friends and respectable teachers around me.
There are also more...unspeakable secrets.
He can entrust his life to Chai Chai, but Chai Chai has a hard time understanding what he means by "sheep eat people," "industrialization," and "proletarians."
He can talk about many things with Li Leling, but Li Leling's status as a princess means that she cannot understand many of Li Ang's deviant and even rebellious ideas.
Li Ang had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. He was like a traveler, walking on a cliff at night, with an abyss beneath his feet.
In the distance is the prosperous and peaceful human world, with carved beams and painted buildings and colorful lanterns.
But right next to the city is a huge burning bonfire.
Only he could see the spreading and extremely dangerous bonfire. He wanted to tell the crowd in the distance, but his voice could not pass through the empty cliff, and he could only hear his lonely echo.
Li Ang sighed softly, shook his head and stopped thinking about those annoying things.
On the ring, the game is still going on. Ren Chao, Ashina Que Teqin and others are coming on stage one after another. Pei Jing holds the Canghai Sword and defeats the weak with the strong. Shangguan Yangyao unstoppably blasts away his opponents with magical skills, which is regarded as a victory for Taihao Mountain.
I regained my face.
The audience cheered and cheered one after another. It was not always possible to see the monks who were usually extremely noble, fighting like a gladiator in a theater.
During the game break, the clerks of Chang'an merchants would wear uniforms with the names of various merchants on them, push carts through the auditorium, and give away refreshing desserts and snacks to citizens and foreign missions for free.
However, Li Ang and the others did not get free desserts - Li Leling asked a servant to push a cart, took out more than a dozen bowls of watermelon juice chilled with Li Liang Talisman, and distributed it to everyone.
"Thank you."
Li Ang took a taste and suddenly paused.
Li Leling noticed his movements and asked subconsciously: "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"
"No, it's delicious."
Li Ang smiled at her, and his mind left the arena and came to the cave outside Chang'an City.
In the dim cave, the silent clone of Mo Si was shaking violently.
Wow——
A lot of ink fell off and peeled off,
It attracted three red-eyed purple bees not far away that had just hatched.
What's going on? Is it out of control?!
Li Ang concentrated his attention, focusing his thoughts on Mo Si's clone, and tried hard to restrain Mo Si.
After more than ten breaths, the clone finally stopped disintegrating.
A large number of ink threads scattered on the ground slowly rose up, forming small piles of sand on the cave floor.
There is no loss of control. Li Ang can still sense the escaped moss, and can even still command and control them.
This is more like...awakening another form?
Li Ang was thinking uncertainly. After beating Bian Chenpei on the ring just now, the long-standing depression and anguish disappeared. His own realm seemed to have climbed from the beginning of Tingyu to the intermediate level of Tingyu.
In the pre-Sui Dynasty, middle-level Tingyu practitioners were enough to be called "monks" rather than just beginning practitioners.
Although there is only one step difference, there are only two steps left before reaching the Cloud Patrol Realm.
"Did my own advancement trigger changes in Mo Si?"
Li Ang said silently, the fourth stage of Mo Si is to differentiate into clones that can be controlled from a distance.
What new abilities does the current fifth stage have?
He released his thoughts and sensed the pile of ink.
Scattered ink threads can change into various shapes in situ, including circles, cubes, and geometric shapes, but more complex structures, such as human shapes, animal shapes, etc., cannot be done.
"Can't you create more clones?"
Li Ang was a little disappointed. The functions of the separated parts were limited, and the Mosi clone could only have one main body.
"The control accuracy and toughness of scattered parts have not changed much."
Li Ang thought silently, "Then what is the use of this fifth stage? Is it to serve as the eyes and ears besides Mo Si's clone?
Wait, it’s not impossible to arrive.”
The biggest problem with Mo Si's clone is that she is completely black. Even if she wears a raincoat and cape, she is still too obvious when walking on the road and can easily be spotted.
To sneak into the city, you can only drill into the ground or through rivers.
With scattered ink silk, it is possible to monitor a large area.
And...
He turned his mind towards the buzzing red-eyed purple bees.
These three wasps hatched from their cocoons not long ago, and are now no more than the size of a thumb. They need to eat fresh blood and flesh every day - Li Ang will control the Mosi clone to hunt some game or river fish in the mountains.
"Maybe..."
Li Ang thought for a moment, controlled the ink clone to stand up, picked up an ink ball, and gently placed it on the back of a certain red-eyed purple bee.
The next second, a sudden change occurred.
This chapter has been completed!