In the pavilion on the back mountain, He Fanshuang placed a stack of Xunyunjing talismans written by himself on the table.
"Thanks."
Li Ang picked up the talisman and put the talisman papers into the talisman plate one by one. He had to fight with the brown mud every day and had no energy to write the talismans. "Do you want to stay for lunch? Cui Qiao made wontons."
"It's almost ready!"
Chai Cuiqiao in the kitchen heard her name and shouted loudly.
The wontons of Yu State are actually similar to the dumplings in the memory of another world. They have large fillings, thick skin, round shape, and are rolled into balls.
Li Ang wasn't used to eating it, so he still asked Chai Chai to make it according to his method. Pork and celery stuffing, square dough, boil hot water in a pot, then add some seaweed, pickled mustard, and minced coriander.
"good."
He Fanshuang did not refuse. Although she could be so obsessed with reading that she only ate white cakes without any fillings for a whole day, she still had a sense of what was delicious and what was not.
If you can make money, of course you should.
She glanced at his pale face and asked calmly: "The things in Dongjun Tower are very tiring?"
Li Ang couldn't reveal his mission, so he could only respond vaguely, "Yeah."
He Fanshuang raised her eyebrows slightly, "Can't it be solved in a short time?"
"For now."
Li Ang gave a bitter smile. Even if he used all the means, including the ink silk and the glow crossbow, he still couldn't defeat the brown sludge, and it was difficult to even break through its surface defenses.
He paused and asked: "What were you thinking when you broke through to the Cloud Patrol Realm before?"
When Monk Jianquan wanted to create the Six Paths of Reincarnation in Xingzhou, Sui Yi and Li Ang tried their best to hold Monk Jianquan back, while He Fanshuang rushed to Weizhou with his sword to find support.
"There was no time to delay,"
He Fanshuang said calmly: "I just thought about making the sword light faster and faster. Then I broke through."
"That's it."
Li Ang was both envious and disappointed. He knew that He Fanshuang was extremely talented, but he didn't expect that there would be no obstacles to his breakthrough.
He Fanshuang smiled faintly, "In the realm of patrolling clouds, patrolling means observing the movement, and clouds represent the atmosphere of the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.
If you feel bored, you might as well go for a walk, maybe you will feel something."
Li Ang sighed, "How can I have free time?"
He Fanshuang frowned slightly and said, "How long has it been since you really had some free time?"
"What do you mean? I've been quite free recently."
Li Ang was a little confused. He had a long-term leave and didn't have to go to class. Apart from taking time to go to Dongjun Tower every day, he spent the rest of the time in the back mountain pavilion, thinking about ways to solve the situation.
He Fanshuang said: "What I'm talking about is to really take some time off and do some things of your own."
"."
Li Ang opened his mouth. Indeed, it seemed that he had not rested for a long, long time.
When did it start?
During the academic exchanges between countries? Or since the disaster in Chang'an City?
I am either busy writing classics and papers, or going to the Imperial Medical Office to give lectures to students.
Even at home, I always separate my thoughts, explore the functions of the ink silk, and hone my mind power.
Seeing Li Ang frowning and thinking, He Fanshuang said: "The realm of patrolling clouds, patrolling, observing the movement, clouds, the atmosphere of the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers."
If you feel irritable and stuffy, you might as well go for a walk."
————
Going out for a walk sounds simple, but when Li Ang actually stood outside the academy gate after lunch, he didn't know where to go for a moment.
"Jun Li Xiaolang?"
The coachman's doubtful voice sounded, and Li Ang came back to his senses and smiled apologetically, "Let's go to Chang'an City first."
As the wheel hub rotated, Li Ang habitually took out a dozen needles as thin as cow hair from his sleeves and put them in his palm to practice.
Thinking of He Fanshuang's words again, she forcibly held back and put all the needles back into the sandwich of the cloth arm guard.
He rubbed his palms, opened the curtains, and looked out the window.
The evergreen leaves on the roadside sway in the wind, and clear mountain springs flow along the naturally formed roadside ditches, and the water surface reflects the broken afternoon sunshine.
He has been walking back to Chang'an from Xiashan Academy for four years. In his memory, this is the second time he enjoys the scenery on the roadside so relaxedly and happily——
The last time was when I was admitted to the academy with the top prize.
The carriage drove out of Xiashan Mountain, down the mountain road, and entered the city gate. At Li Ang's request, it drove into Judefang and stopped in front of Aunt Song's house.
"The sun is rising."
You Xiao, who was lying on a deck chair in the courtyard and basking in the sun, was very happy to see Li Ang coming to visit, and stood up with the help of the maid.
You Xiao was already several months pregnant and her pregnancy was obvious, "I'll call Shao Yuan to come out."
"No."
Song Shaoyuan walked out of the hall, patted Li Ang on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Why, are you here to see your nephew? He didn't bring any gifts either."
"I came in a hurry and forgot."
Li Ang smiled bitterly and said, "I'll make it up next time."
"What kind of gift does my family bring? Rishengqin, don't listen to his nonsense."
You Xiao rolled his eyes and poked Song Shaoyuan in the ribs, "And he doesn't necessarily have to be a nephew."
"I was quick to speak, but I said something wrong."
Song Shaoyuan knew he had made a mistake and added: "A daughter is good, she can be a little cotton-padded jacket. She is better than a brat."
Perhaps because they were under the emperor's feet and were influenced by wealth and nobility, the naughty children in Chang'an City were much more destructive than the naughty children in Zhenzhou City.
Chasing cats and dogs, and blowing up latrines with firecrackers are all routine operations.
What's even more outrageous is that they will run to the gate of Pingkangfang, loudly announce the false news that a shrew from a certain family in such and such a certain neighborhood has come to catch an adulterer, and happily watch the person whose name was reported run away in a hurry.
You Xiao asked the servants to bring melons, fruits, tea and put them on the table. He went back to the back room so that the two of them could have a private space to talk.
"My mother and her friends went to Haotian Temple outside the city and will be back in the afternoon."
Song Shaoyuan took a sip of tea and said with a smile in his eyes: "Why do you suddenly want to take a look?"
Li Ang pretended to be angry, "What's wrong? You can't come if you have nothing to do?"
"Of course, you are welcome at any time. You may be able to help boost the land prices in Gudefang."
Song Shaoyuan smiled and said: "Looking at your expression, do you have something on your mind?"
After all, they had known each other since childhood, and Song Shaoyuan could see the worry in Li Ang's eyebrows at a glance.
"That's right."
Li Ang didn't know how to explain, so he had to say.
Song Shaoyuan grabbed a handful of melon seeds and asked, "What about spiritual practice?"
Li Ang nodded, "Yeah."
"Well"
Song Shaoyuan thought for a moment, "In terms of cultivation and talent, I actually can't teach you anything.
However, you are stuck in the Listening to the Rain realm now, right? It’s not bad for your grade."
"But they are still a few months behind Pei Jing, He Fanshuang and the others."
Li Ang shook his head. He was now a Xingxun of the Academy, and Pei Jing and He Fanshuang, who were at the same level as him, had been promoted to Xunyun. Some time ago, Jialuo's letter also said that she had reached the realm of the innate warrior and had come from behind.
As for Bian Chenpei of Taihao Mountain, he had already reached the Xunyun Realm.
As the weakest academy patrol, there is still a bit of pressure on me.
"That's it."
Song Shaoyuan thought for a while, got up and went back to the house, bringing over a stack of envelopes.