The main reason why practice is hindered is because of ink, so there is no point in rushing.
He Fanshuang glanced at Li Ang, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said calmly: "Do you need me to take you to fly in the sky?"
"Then it's better to skip it."
Li Ang shook his head and smiled bitterly. In addition to body training, after reaching the Cloud Patrol realm, other paths can freely gallop through the sky in their own way.
After almost all monks are promoted to Xunyun, the first thing they do is to soar into the sky and admire the clouds and the moon, or find a mountain top and jump down, swoop through the vast sea of clouds, and whiz through the lush canopy of trees.
This feeling of free flight is unmatched by any man-made aircraft, such as hot air balloons, airplanes, etc.
Even Fanshuang, who has an indifferent personality, could not help but drag Li Leling and the others to fly on Xia Mountain in Xuegong in the few days before the start of school.
In fact, Li Ang can now use telekinesis and wind talismans to fly temporarily, but the flying posture is not that beautiful. If he uses ink silk to generate wings, he can fly very fast.
Putting the textbooks into his schoolbag, Li Ang walked out of the classroom. Instead of going to the cafeteria to eat with his other companions, he went to the Academy's publications office first.
As soon as I walked to Dr. Su Feng's office door, I heard a depressed sigh coming from inside.
what happened?
Confused, Li Ang knocked on the door and asked, "Is Dr. Su Feng here?"
"Here, please come in."
Su Feng's feeble voice came from the room,
Li Ang pushed the door open and walked in, and found Su Feng lying on the lounge chair, looking up at the ceiling with a depressed expression.
"Ri Sheng, you're here."
Seeing that the person coming was Li Ang, Su Feng pursed his lips towards the back of the lounge chair and said, "The tea and cups are on the shelf, and the hot water is in the kettle. You can make it yourself."
"What's wrong with Dr. Su?"
Li Ang released his telekinesis, fetched tea leaves, and made two cups of tea for himself and Su Feng.
"Don't mention it."
Su Feng sat up straight, holding hot tea, and said angrily: "The monks' Taoist debate has been temporarily cancelled, which makes me very angry."
Is that the reason?
Li Ang burst into laughter. As a doctor of science from the Academy, Su Feng was famous for hating religious people and was not very interested in Mount Taihao.
Every year he would dress up in disguise and participate in Buddhist debates among monks and Taoists in Chang'an City. He would hold a fire under the stage and let the Taoist priests, abbots and priests quarrel with each other. It would be best if they could fight on the spot.
For example, when a Buddha statue was smashed in front of the monks, the angry monks on the other side pointed out that the Buddha once said, "If you see me with my form and pray to me with my voice, you are practicing evil and cannot see the Tathagata."
The Buddha himself opposed the erection of Buddha statues, and these monks distorted the scriptures.
Another example is that while debating scriptures, he suddenly went up and slapped a Nestorian priest, and claimed that the Nestorian prophet once said, "If someone slaps you on your right cheek, give him the other cheek."
Let the Nestorian priests not mind.
Su Feng never tired of such immoral activities. If he could see the masters fighting each other, he would be able to float while walking the next day.
The chaos in Xingzhou just broke out this year, and now anyone who has a close relationship with Jianquan will be dragged to the Prosecution Department for interrogation.
The monks in Chang'an were in panic all day long, and people from other sects were also uneasy, fearing that the Zhenfu Division would expand the scope of the interrogation.
Under such circumstances, it was naturally impossible for monks and Taoists to discuss scriptures, and Su Feng fell into despair and depression.
Li Ang shook his head in amusement, took out an article from his schoolbag, and placed it on Su Feng's desk, "Dr. Su, this is the paper I wrote recently. Take a look."
"Oh? What's the theme?"
When Su Feng mentioned the paper, he cheered up and quickly flipped through it. His eyebrows raised unconsciously, "Betel nut?"
"Um."
Li Ang nodded, "I saw that there were many vendors and shops selling betel nut on the streets of Chang'an, so I went to investigate and found that long-term consumption is no less harmful to the human body than poison."
The history of eating betel nut can be traced back to the Han Dynasty, and became popular in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. The dignitaries at that time used fresh betel nut as a snack for digestion.
The problem is that this thing is a carcinogen, and the arecoline contained in it can cause fibrosis of the oral mucosa, which can lead to cancer.
"Well"
Su Feng looked at it briefly and nodded, "I understand. I will ask other doctors to help review the manuscript. If there are no problems, it will be published in a few days."
Li Ang is now an authority among the medical authorities in Yu State, and he is a scholar of his own. He does not have to worry about the long review time at all.
"Well, thank you."
Li Ang nodded. After years of sparing no effort in popularizing science, people have finally developed the habit of not drinking raw water, eating less or no snake and fish shells, and wearing masks frequently in winter and spring. It is gratifying.
"correct."
Su Feng remembered something, opened the drawer, and took out a flat wooden box from inside, "This is what the mountain chief asked me to give to you. He said that you always get caught in mutations for no reason, and asked me to give this to you for self-defense."
In addition, it is also a reward for saving hundreds of thousands of people in Xingzhou City."
"ah?"
Li Ang took the wooden box in surprise and was about to open it.
Su Feng quickly raised his hand to stop him: "No, this is given to you by the mountain chief. You'd better go home and open it yourself. The less people know, the less risk you have."
"okay."
Li Ang put away the wooden box and put it in his schoolbag, wondering: "When did the mountain chief come back? I haven't heard any news."
"I came back last night and left again this morning. It's normal that you don't know."
Su Feng curled his lips, "This old man is getting more and more elusive. Tsk, why don't you give me more funding for such a vigorous and resolute approach? Now the patent office can hardly afford to eat lobsters."
Ahem, I mean the research funds for the spiritual energy machines and talisman boards are almost burned out again."
You are very good at cheating money out of money.
Li Ang's eyes twitched. As the most profitable institution in the academy, the Patent Office has a dining hall that is different from the cafeteria. It often cooks delicacies from the mountains and seas. Some senior students who work part-time at the Patent Office often come to eat and drink.
Li Ang is not used to eating, and would rather go to the cafeteria.
He exchanged a few pleasantries, put on his schoolbag and was about to leave. When he walked to the door, Su Feng suddenly asked: "Risheng, if, I mean if, the person you are closest to and most trusted turns into a monster, what will you do?"
What will happen?”
Um?
Li Ang looked back at Su Feng in confusion, who forced out a smile and said, "I had an absurd and unruly dream last night. I dreamed that my wife and children were assimilated by mutations, so I asked this question."
The person you are closest to and most trusted turns into a monster
Li Ang thought for a moment and replied: "Should I ask him to do a test paper about his mental and memory status?
It is personality and not anything else that determines a person.
If your psychology and memory have not changed, then even if you become a monster, it won't matter.
If your psychology and memory have completely changed, then let’s see if there is any hope of salvation.”
"Is this so"
Su Feng nodded thoughtfully and waved his hand to indicate that he had no questions.
When Li Ang closed the door and left, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappearing in the corridor, Su Feng let out a long sigh with a complicated expression.
He opened the drawer, hesitatingly taking out a scroll from the deepest part of the drawer.
He spread the scroll on the table, with a painting on it.
The painting depicts a majestic and vast underground city.
This chapter has been completed!