The small boat is light and thin, yet it gives people a sense of stability, as if it is weighed down by the air.
Li Changzhou recited: "Life is a sea of suffering, the flesh is the boat, ideals are the compass, and hard work is the sail."
He opened his eyes and asked Yaochi, "My lady, how are you?"
Yaochi suppressed a laugh and gave a thumbs up: "You went to the Republic of China and became a real person in the Ming Dynasty. It's a pity you didn't go to the Qing Dynasty, otherwise you would definitely be Emperor Qianlong."
Li Changzhou was very dissatisfied: "My beloved concubine, taste it again, savor it carefully."
“There is a profound truth to this, comparable to ‘Be strict with yourself, and you will improve yourself.’ This is a saying my grandfather gave me when I went abroad to study. He said that you don’t have to be lenient with others, but you must be strict with yourself. This is the path of genius and also the path of a qualified person with the surname Zhao.”
"Grandpa's words are truly wise," Li Changzhou praised, clasping his hands together. "But I have a question for you: is my poem good or not?"
"Alright, brother." Yaochi said speechlessly.
"Incorrigible and stubborn!"
Yaochi wanted to give him a big eye roll.
She looked at the small boat that the primordial tree had transformed into and asked, "Are you sure this will work? The fourth city requires us to find materials within its borders. You brought these with you, didn't you?"
"In Chinese language and literature, the only material that can be used to write an essay is what's in your mind."
"Are you sure?" Yaochi asked again.
“I’m not sure, but I’m confident,” Li Changzhou said. “Weren’t we discussing before whether to use the best or the worst materials?”
"Looking back now, I realize that in life, shortcuts are often the worst paths. The treasures that are readily available in the city are shortcuts. Only by understanding what a real ship is can you find the best ship."
"A real ship?"
"What do we rely on for spiritual practice, and what do we depend on to make a living?"
Yaochi seemed lost in thought.
After thinking for a moment, she looked up and asked, "What do you think my boat is?"
"Me?"
“Hmm—” Yaochi said thoughtfully, “Is it not good for me to rely on you so much? Han Feizi said, ‘Rely on yourself, do not rely on others.’ People should rely on themselves.”
"Does Han Feizi understand love? Besides, we are comrades-in-arms, playmates—or, in Qianxia's words, 'partners.' With all three of us combined, we will never be separated, even until the end of time."
Li Changzhou took her hand and continued, "Whether it's you or Qinglan, I will never let you down. Don't worry."
"...You're starting to sound more and more like an emperor."
"I really am!" Li Changzhou squeezed her delicate little hand. "I wish I could rush into history, find two emperors and beat them up. No, it's not them or history that made the emperors unfaithful, it's those palace dramas!"
"When I get back, I'll issue an order to strictly review palace dramas. Any drama with a story of infidelity will be banned from the censorship. The charge will be that it satirizes the Heavenly Emperor. From now on, they'll all be watching Teletubbies!"
Yaochi laughed and fell into his arms.
Li Changzhou smiled and embraced her; her soft, fragrant body was irresistible.
He said softly, “I don’t mean for you to lose yourself or become a slave to love. What I mean is: you can rely on me without worry. Your own body and will are not as loyal to you as I am.”
Yaochi wrapped her arms around his waist, said nothing, and pressed her face against his chest.
“You can look for your own ship,” Li Changzhou said. “Not for independence, but this is the path that the fourth holy city should take. In order to become a saint, it would be good to study it.”
Yaochi raised her head in his arms, her bright and beautiful face facing him.
"I've found my own boat!" she said with a bright smile.
Li Changzhou chuckled and hugged her a little tighter: "I'm not joking."
"I don't either. You and Qinglan have been through thick and thin together, even unto death. Why can't I?"
"Sure, of course."
Li Changzhou stopped insisting, and besides, this might not be the wrong path; he was the true ship of Yaochi.
There must be a reason why the fourth holy city didn't separate the players.
For those who follow the strong, the strong are their ship.
Therefore, the real challenge in this stage lies with the strong; only they need to find their own ship.
The boat was found, but the spiritual significance it contained was still worth learning from for Yaochi, so she began her secluded cultivation.
She sat beneath the ancient tree of enlightenment and the primordial divine tree. As the mountain breeze blew, her red dress fluttered, clinging tightly to her body. Her full breasts were mesmerizing, and her slender waist was breathtaking.
Li Changzhou refined and repaired his battle armor.
The battle suit was made of ordinary materials and supreme materials. The ordinary materials were devoured by the chaotic energy, but the supreme materials remained, and the foundation was not destroyed.
The suit can be restored simply by incorporating ordinary materials.
As for the bronze spear, it wanted to erase the sword mark, but it refused. It wanted to avenge its humiliation and also wanted to comprehend the sword intent within the mark.
The materials may vary in quality, but the spirits of the battle armor and bronze spears do not.
However, the battle armor is for protection, so it's impossible for it to be tattered; the bronze spear is for killing, so it naturally pursues the ultimate killing power.
Everyone's path is different, and everyone's boat is different.
Li Changzhou thought: 'The true dragon's ship is most likely his bloodline, or perhaps his physical body; if the corpse's genes use black bones as the ship, then he's doomed; the Crown Princess, if she can awaken, will inevitably use order as her ship...'
There are also the Jade Emperor, Shakyamuni, and so on.
He put himself in the shoes of these opponents, followed their path, and looked for their weaknesses.
As the sunlight streamed down, casting dappled shadows on the Primordial Divine Tree and the Ancient Tree of Enlightenment, he recalled a small incident from his sophomore year of college.
One day, his criminal law professor suddenly messaged him, giving him a bunch of materials and templates, asking him to make a PowerPoint presentation.
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