Reciting the poem was imminent, Gao Li scratched his ears and cheeks, meditated for two days, and found nothing.

Let's pull the chicken down, it's not that piece of material, what kind of poems and songs do the scholars memorize? Just go for a stroll honestly.

Just thinking about it, the white wolf came out of the side, his eyes were almost closed, and he walked swayingly, but he was covered in hair, and he was almost mopping the floor. Recently, Gao Li has been busy striking iron and has not paid much attention to the affairs of the white wolf, but he feels that this brother is becoming more and more addicted to sleeping. Seeing that the weather is getting cooler, is this brother going to hibernate?

"White wolf, are you alright?" Gao Li shouted from afar.

The white wolf shook his head, swept away the hair in front of him, and when he saw that it was Gao Li, he walked over, rubbed on Gao Li's legs, turned his head and swayed to lie down in front of the door, and continued to sleep.

"Is it alright?" Ling Long asked in a low voice.

"Should it be—it's okay?" Gao Li wasn't sure.

Opening the real-life scene to enhance the vision, the three qi seas in the white wolf's body are already very strong, and the meridian branches are intricate. Even if it is based on people, the cultivation of the white wolf can enter the ranks of top masters. But what kind of play is it that you don't get enough sleep all day long?

"Brother, are you sure you're okay?" There is no full-time veterinarian these days, and it is a bit difficult to treat wolves.

The white wolf shook his head lazily, not even opening his eyes.

Well, after all, people have their own bodies, and they know it in their own hearts, so since it says it's okay, then it's okay.

Since the poetry club wants to enjoy the flowers and eat crabs, it naturally can't be at night, and it's not good in the mountains.

Eventually, the poetry festival was set on the island in the middle of the East Lake.

The East Lake is vast, and there is a small island in the middle of the lake, and some high-ranking officials and nobles and vassal and elegant people like to chant poems on this island. If nothing else, at least the scenery is really good.

Gao Li prepared a new dress for Ling Long.

The slim design, coupled with a loose skirt and an embroidered embellishment, brings out the beauty of the owner just right, but does not dominate the guests.

Li Zhuang has no horses, but a small donkey. Putting on the donkey cart, Gao Li personally drove the donkey cart to Pingyang City.

Twenty miles away, the donkey cart was slow and leisurely, and the two of them sat on the ears of the car, one left and one right. The wind is blowing, the late rice on both sides of the road is ripe, and the farmers are harvesting with smiles on their faces.

The emperor of the Wu Dynasty was open-minded and willing to try new things. The peasants' taxes are not high, and they can leave a large part of the grain they pay every year. In addition to self-use, a part of the grain can also be sold for money. Therefore, the farmers are naturally happy when the grain is harvested.

In the face of the paddy field, Gao Li thought a lot.

Semi-automatic rice transplanter!

More advanced arable equipment!

Automatic harvesting equipment!

The development of society must begin with the liberation of the productive forces!

"What are you looking at? are you distracted?" Ling Long asked.

"Money, money all over the ground. Gao Li said seriously.

"It's so good, you can make money by watching anything. Ling Long said softly.

It is not difficult to enter the city, after all, Gao Li is also a famous figure, not to mention, there is also the terrifying 'jade-faced ghost' Ling Long.

Horror, the word is not misused. In the eyes of ordinary people, the Girl Grand Master is terrifying, especially in the eyes of the guards at the door. The guards at the gate have a certain degree of cultivation, but they can only be a small guard here, and their cultivation is only similar to Gao Li. When they stood in front of Ling Long, they would instinctively feel their own insignificance.

What, you ask, why doesn't Gao Li feel this way?

This problem is complicated, and there is a suspicion of water words when it is specifically said, and to explain it simply, it is that his thinking selectively ignores some threats under the boost of hormones.

Horse-drawn carts were not allowed to run wild in the city, but fortunately, there was no custom of running wild in donkey carts. The little donkey pulled a small flatbed cart, and on the car sat 'Sealing the Vein Flower Picking Xiaolangjun' and 'Jade-faced Ghost', such a strange combination made everyone have thousands of topics in their hearts, but they didn't know where to mention it.

When the little donkey cart arrived at the lake, it was already full of luxurious carriages and sedan chairs, as well as some tall horses with shiny fur. These horses are not from the Central Plains, but are sold by nomadic wolf demons further north. The coat color is positive, the physique is strong, and the running ability is extremely strong. It's completely different from farming horses. For example, the difference between a sissy L4-engine Pony Car and a high-octane V8 Cult muscle car.

When Gao Li came here, it was like coming to the door of the film academy, where luxury cars competed for beauty, telling every observer about the extraordinary life experience of the passengers. As for Gao Li's donkey cart, it is like a tractor inserted into these luxury cars. A kind of dieselpunk pleasure arises.

Someone from the lake had already come to greet him, pulling the donkey cart aside, drinking water, and giving him fodder. Although there was a little doubt in his eyes, for the sake of the face of the jade-faced ghost, no one dared to let out half a fart.

A small boat carried Gao Li and the Jade-Faced Ghost to the island in the middle of the lake, and Ling Long and Gao Li sat inside, with a boatman rocking the oars in the back.

Sitting and sitting, Gao Li suddenly said to Ling Long: "A master like you should stand at the bow of the boat, stand with your hands in your hands, and look up at the sky. ”

Ling Long was puzzled: "Why?"

Gao Li said: "Only in this way can you show that you are a strong man." ”

Ling Long said: "But I'm not a strong man, there is a supreme above me, and there is a martial pole like a fairy, I am not strong." ”

Gao Li said: "Count, really count, you go and try it, feel it." ”

Ling Long stood up with doubts, came to the bow of the boat, and stood with his hands in his hands.

"Close your eyes and don't look. Listen quietly and realize the wind, the water, and the feeling. Gao Li said nonsense.

This is the so-called, the feeling of being a superior person in the world.

The light boat rowed on the water, and the lake in the early morning carried a trace of smoke, like a boat floating in the clouds. The water rippled, the ripples scattered, and gradually disappeared into the distance on the surface of the lake. A few yellowed duckweeds are dancing with the waves, and small fish chase and hide under the duckweed. Vaguely, Ling Long really felt a trace of detachment. Something seemed to be born in her heart, but she couldn't say it.

Ling Long didn't know, but Gao Li knew. In Gao Li's eyes, the true qi in Ling Long's whole body was running in an extremely powerful way, as if someone behind him was driving them away. But after she stood there for a while, those true qi calmed down. Faintly, some small cyclones had formed around her three large air seas.

Gao Li had seen these cyclones, and they were around the sea of qi from the Supreme Strong!

What the hell is this jade-faced ghost, how can she be so strong? I just let her stand on the bow of the boat and pretend to be the state of mind of someone else's worldly master, how can you really become a worldly master?

Gao Li watched that people could improve their cultivation when they stood there, and then recalled that he couldn't improve his cultivation even a little bit when he was hanging on, and he couldn't help but feel sad from his heart for a while, with tears in his eyes, and he didn't know what to do.

However, at this time, Ling Long also wondered in his heart: Gao Li, a little prostitute who had only cultivated so little, how could he perceive the realm like a strong man who was not born in the world? How did he know that understanding this realm would be beneficial to her cultivation? Although she was just standing on the bow of the boat, bouncing up and down with the boat, she experienced another state of mind that she had never experienced before. You must know that cultivation has fallen into her realm, and penance is meaningless, and the most important thing is inner understanding. Sometimes, one epiphany is better than a year of penance!

And just now, Ling Long, this jade-faced ghost, really had an epiphany!