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Chapter 85: Progress in Three Worlds and the Newcomer Chu Yang in Ancient Costume [Seeking monthly v
Chapter 85 Progress in the Three Worlds and the Newcomer Chu Yang in Ancient Costume [Seeking monthly votes and to continue reading]
"You haven't really gone crazy from doing research, have you?"
Shanks rolled his eyes at him.
"Captain, I want to save this fishman."
Chu Yang said solemnly.
"Mr. Tom? Why—" Shanks started to say, then suddenly realized, "I forgot you were rescued by the Fish-Men."
"Mr. Tom? You know him—" Chu Yang also suddenly realized, "He built the Pirate King's ship, it would be strange if you didn't know him."
Shanks nodded.
At this moment, Beckman suddenly appeared, put his arm around Chu Yang's shoulder, and whispered, "Actually, we knew about this a long time ago, but the captain said that Mr. Tom could complete the sea train, so we didn't bother."
Shanks sighed, "If Chu Yang hadn't been away for a while, I wouldn't have thought of coming to Water Seven to refit the Redford at this time. I originally planned to celebrate Mr. Tom's return privately after the work was finished, but I never expected something like this to happen today—"
Looking at Tom, who was covered in injuries, Chu Yang asked, "Should we save him now?"
Shanks shook his head. "No, the reason I haven't made a move yet is because I'm afraid Mr. Tom's disciple will be implicated."
Chu Yang looked around but did not see Franky.
All that could be seen was Spandam, whose entire body was wrapped in bandages.
Clearly, this guy's form has been broken by Franky.
Beckman chuckled and said, "Don't rush, let's wait until we get to sea. There are many warships watching us, we can't make a move here."
Chu Yang nodded.
Tom was taken to the "Smoking Tom," the sea train he had built himself.
The culprit, Spandam, was also carried inside by his men.
The crew members of the Red-Haired Pirates gradually returned to the ship, preparing to set sail.
The surrounding patrolling warships reacted a beat slower, only realizing what was happening after the Redford followed the Smoking Tom away from Water Seven.
Several groups headed towards Enies Lobby at the same time. The news was quickly relayed back to the Navy Headquarters. At that time, Sengoku, who was still a Navy Admiral, took the phone and his expression changed drastically after hearing the report.
Sengoku, without stopping, led a group of lieutenant generals and major generals on warships towards Enies Lobby.
They assumed the Red-Haired Pirates' target was Enies Lobby.
Meanwhile, the Redfords were getting closer and closer to the Smoking Tom, and Spandam on the train also noticed something was wrong.
"Damn it, those pirates are coming for us!"
"Red hair?"
"Why did he have to get involved in this mess?"
Spandam was terrified.
Aside from Edward Newgate (Whitebeard), Kaido (Beasts), and Charlotte Linlin (Big Mom), who have already secured their positions as Pirate Emperors, Shanks is truly the number one person below the Pirate Emperors!
How could Spandam not be afraid of having such an enemy targeting him?
Redford.
How do we stop this sea train?
"If you use brute force, Mr. Tom in the car will get hurt!"
"If all else fails, then we'll have to sabotage the track!"
"This was built by Mr. Tom. He'll be very angry if we break it, won't he?"
Everyone was discussing how to save Tom.
Shanks felt a headache coming on.
The surrounding warships are constantly closing in; if we wait any longer, it may be too late to make a move.
Just then, Chu Yang saw a boy standing on the tracks in the distance.
He knew he couldn't delay any longer.
"I have a plan." Chu Yang jumped onto the ship's railing, half-crouched, and turned back to say, "The surrounding navy is yours to handle!"
Shanks reached out to stop Chu Yang, "What are you doing—"
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Chu Yang fly away.
Yes.
Chu Yang flew away.
He used Earth Release: Super Light Heavy Rock Technique.
Shanks stood there dumbfounded.
The crew, including Beckman, were all stunned.
"Captain, I think I'm a little seasick today. I saw Yang flying."
"Shanks, I'm a little seasick too, he's flying pretty fast."
"Captain—Ugh—I'm really seasick—"
Without any warning, the warships launched an attack, causing the Redford to rock violently from side to side, making it feel like people on the deck were playing on a seesaw.
Shanks snapped out of his daze and immediately ordered his crew to engage in combat to cover Chu Yang.
Chu Yang swiftly flew directly above the train, landed in the driver's cab, kicked the driver into the sea, and then stepped on the brakes.
The high-speed train nearly derailed, but came to a slow stop after traveling a short distance.
The boy, his eyes vacant, stood with his arms outstretched, blocking the train.
At that moment, the train was only an arm's length away from him.
On the other side, Chu Yang was attacked as soon as he stepped out of the cockpit. A group of naval soldiers from Enies Lobby, along with CP9 spies, opened fire simultaneously.
Facing a group of small fry, Chu Yang raised his arm and summoned a thick tree stump.
After a thorough sweep, the carriage became exceptionally clean.
Spandam was trembling in the corner.
I hate it so much.
Why didn't you knock me away with you just now?
Spandam cursed inwardly.
Chu Yang walked up to Spandam and grabbed the bandage covering his wound.
Spandam let out a painful lament.
Chu Yang activated his Conqueror's Haki, knocking him unconscious, and then threw him out of the carriage.
Killing this kind of person would only dirty your hands; it would be better to throw him into the sea to feed the fish, which would at least maintain the ecological balance.
Environmental protection is very important.
When Chu Yang reached the second carriage, he saw Tom, who was slumped in a corner, covered in blood and barely breathing.
Chu Yang quickly stepped forward and transferred a large amount of life force into Tom's body.
Franky, who was stunned, finally came to his senses and rushed into the carriage, just in time to see Chu Yang treating Tom.
Frankie's eyes were filled with tears; he was extremely nervous.
Chu Yang ignored him and focused on transmitting life force to Tom.
Franky slowly approached, wanting to check on Tom's condition, but Chu Yang suddenly stood up and kicked him away.
Franky spat out a mouthful of blood, was kicked away, and fell into the sea, where his blood quickly stained the surrounding waters red.
Young Franky can't get involved with the Red-Haired Pirates yet, otherwise he'll be the first to suffer after they leave.
Chu Yang knew this, which is why he kicked him hard.
He then led Tom, whose breathing was gradually stabilizing, away from the sea train.
The navy's artillery fire was extremely fierce.
But the Redfords, which had just undergone refitting, was not intimidated at all and returned the favor with a barrage of fire.
Both sides exercised restraint and no close combat occurred, but the navy's formation was gradually closing in, showing a tendency to encircle the enemy.
Just then, Chu Yang brought Tom back to the ship.
Shanks stood at the bow and shouted.
"Raise the sails! Set sail!"
The belated Sengoku could only watch as the Redford broke through the navy's encirclement and headed towards unknown waters.
In fact, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
He was the only admiral left at headquarters. If a conflict were to break out with the Red-Haired Pirates in Water 7, the Marine Headquarters would be weakened and could face serious problems.
Sengoku came here under considerable pressure, but fortunately Shanks had no designs on Enies Lobby.
"Speaking of which, why did this guy cause such a commotion?"
On the return voyage, Sengoku turned to ask the naval commanders around him.
A major admiral replied, "I heard that the Red-Haired Pirates rescued the shipwright Tom, who was supposed to be executed."
Sengoku thought for a moment and asked, "Is it Tom, the one who built the 'Oro Jackson' and was known as the world's greatest shipwright?"
The major general nodded and said, "Yes, the Warring States general."
"That's not surprising then." Sengoku breathed a sigh of relief. "Red-haired was originally on Roger's ship, and this action was probably to repay a debt of gratitude."
The Major General asked with some surprise, "Red-Haired Shanks was actually a member of the Pirate King Roger's crew?"
"You don't know?" Sengoku looked around and noticed that many people had shocked expressions on their faces.
"General Sengoku, please don't reveal such big information so easily. It's frightening, just like Mr. Garp."
Lieutenant General Kuzan, known as "Aokiji," leaned against the ship's railing with a helpless expression.
Don't compare me to that old idiot.
Sengoku was furious at the mention of Garp's name, angrily saying, "The New World is in crisis, yet he's back in the East Blue! What is he doing?!"
"I don't know, but Mr. Garp said he'd kill Shanks the next time he sees him—" Kuzan shrugged and joked, "Looks like the two of them have a huge grudge."
The night they left Water Seven, Tom woke up and, upon learning he was on the Redford, remained silent for a long time.
"If you go back now, everyone in Water 7 connected to you will be punished by the World Government. In the worst case, they will probably all be sentenced to death."
Chu Yang, standing to the side, reminded Tom, who then sighed deeply, "Why did you save me? You must have other motives, right?"
Shanks smiled and said, "My only purpose is to repay your kindness. Without the 'Oro Jackson' that you painstakingly built, Captain Roger would have had a hard time achieving his dream, and of course, there would be no Pirate King."
Upon hearing this, Tom looked up abruptly, staring at Shanks with a face full of surprise. "I used to be an apprentice crew member on Roger's pirate crew," Shanks said, scratching his head. Only then did Tom remember that there were indeed two little radish heads on Roger's pirate ship back then, and it seemed that one of them was red-haired.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a long time, after which Shanks invited Tom to join the party that evening.
There is nothing more worthy of celebration than successfully saving a companion's life.
At least, that's the case for the Red-Haired Pirates.
The restaurant, which was four or five times larger than before, was transformed into a banquet hall, brightly lit all night long.
All the pirates sang and danced, their glasses never empty. Tom gradually joined in, and soon got drunk. When he woke up the next day, he accepted the fact that he had become a member of the ship.
Chu Yang resumed his research.
Perhaps because I was in a good mood, the research on ancestry factor technology went very smoothly.
Five days later, Chu Yang successfully extracted a bloodline factor with the effect of Wood Release.
Naruto World.
After training in Shikkotsu Forest for many days, Chu Yang successfully comprehended Sage Mode, but he still cannot enter this state instantly like Hashirama Senju.
Entering Sage Mode instantly is not so easy.
Even Jiraiya, who would later become one of the Legendary Sannin, could not do it.
It needs to balance the three types of energy within the body.
Physical energy, mental energy, and natural energy.
Chakra is a product of the balance between physical and spiritual energy. To add natural energy to it, the established balance must be broken.
But inertia is a terrible thing.
Especially when the body has become accustomed to how to generate chakra, this inertia has long since developed into instinct.
This is the fundamental reason why Sage Mode is so difficult to cultivate.
Entering Sage Mode when highly focused is not difficult; the challenge lies in maintaining Sage Mode while acting, or even fighting.
On his first day of cultivation in the Wet Bone Forest, Chu Yang successfully developed a facial mask.
The impulsive action took three days.
It took five days to conduct a normal battle.
Such speed was unprecedented in the eyes of the immortals, but Chu Yang was still not satisfied.
If you can't guarantee that you can enter Sage Mode at any time during battle, then it's meaningless.
For this reason, Chu Yang specifically sought advice from Hashirama Senju.
Hashirama Senju: "Like this—then like this—and finally like that."
Chu Yang: "???"
As Hashirama Senju gestured, the words he uttered felt both familiar and strange to Chu Yang.
He seemed to think he had described things in great detail, even vividly.
Until Chu Yang looked at him blankly, Hashirama Senju scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, "Tobirama always said I wasn't suited to be a teacher, I think practical combat would make it easier for you to understand."
Chu Yang sighed deeply; this was the kind of situation that was going to get him beaten up.
However, in order to enter Immortal Mode more quickly, Chu Yang had no choice but to nod in agreement.
In actual combat, apart from Sage Mode, other ninjutsu or sage techniques cannot be used. In other words, if Hashirama Senju's most advantageous Wood Release cannot be used and only taijutsu is used, the gap between Chu Yang and Hashirama Senju is not that big now.
The problem is that Hashirama Senju will not give Chu Yang the chance to enter Sage Mode in actual combat; he has been suppressing Chu Yang from the very beginning.
If Hashirama Senju in Sage Mode were to fight Chu Yang, who was not in Sage Mode and could only use taijutsu, the outcome would be predictable.
Chu Yang was stunned by the beating.
Forget about entering Sage Mode; even with all his might, he could barely defend against Hashirama Senju's attacks.
More often than not, he was like a human punching bag.
The two fought from morning until dusk.
Chu Yang's whole body swelled up.
Hashirama Senju said with a refreshed expression, "It's been a long time since I've had this much fun. The last time was when I fought Madara. After becoming Hokage, I haven't had many opportunities to fight. Sometimes I really envy Madara. At least he could fight the Tailed Beasts."
"How's it going? After playing for so long, have you gotten any feel for it yet?"
With a bruised and swollen face, Chu Yang looked up at Hashirama Senju and said resentfully, "Do I look like I have feelings?"
Hashirama Senju held his breath and asked solemnly, "Who are you?"
Chu Yang sighed deeply, "Teacher, this joke is not funny at all."
"Is that so? Hahaha." Hashirama Senju scratched his head and laughed to himself.
Hashirama Senju's teaching methods were simple and brutal.
But it was very effective, fully unleashing Chu Yang's potential. Chu Yang was beaten for three days and three nights, and finally learned how to instantly enter immortal mode during battle.
The Harry Potter world.
After mastering the three Unforgivable Curses, Chu Yang resumed his research on spells.
As for the wand, it's temporarily out of service.
Chu Yang's wand-making skills have reached a very high level. He has even found a formula for replacing wand cores, but it is still difficult to find a stable substitute for the core so that "himself" in other worlds can make wands.
Therefore, Chu Yang decided to change his research direction and prepare to learn the secrets of wandless spellcasting from Professor Flitwick or Principal Dumbledore.
The wand is actually a European invention. Before the British wizard Isolsel established the Ilvermorny School, indigenous wizards in North America used wandless spellcasting.
African wizards only began to use wands in the 20th century.
Strictly speaking, a wand is not a necessity for casting spells.
Spellcasting without a staff is very difficult, at least much more difficult than the 0.WL and NEWT exams.
The advent of the wand lowered the requirements for spellcasting, making it more controllable and simple, which was a key factor in European wizards' overwhelming dominance over wizards in other regions throughout history.
Wands and wandless spellcasting are like internal combustion engines and steam engines, the latter of which have been abandoned by the times.
For most wizards, abandoning their wands and choosing to cast spells without a wand is as incomprehensible as modern people abandoning high-speed rail and choosing steam trains.
Even someone as powerful as Dumbledore would never use staffless spellcasting in battle.
But for Chu Yang, the high learning threshold and drawbacks of wandless spellcasting were less important than enabling "himself" in other worlds to use magic.
As for the drawbacks of casting spells without a staff, Chu Yang can gradually overcome them by utilizing the knowledge from various worlds, so he is not worried about that at all.
Headmaster Dumbledore has been very busy lately.
Since Chu Yang passed on the information about Voldemort's seven Horcruxes, he has rarely been seen at Hogwarts.
Harry's mood also became somewhat depressed, but fortunately Ron and Hermione often stayed by his side.
Since Dumbledore wasn't at the school, Chu Yang had no choice but to ask Professor Flitwick to teach him the techniques of wandless spellcasting.
As the champion of the dueling tournament, Professor Flitwick's spellcasting ability was second only to Dumbledore in all of Hogwarts.
Snape and Professor McGonagall were also good at wandless spellcasting, but their explanations might not have been as thorough as Professor Flitwick's.
This is not their forte.
After class, Chu Yang did not go to the auditorium for dinner with his classmates. Instead, he went to the eighth floor alone, passing by the Room of Requirement, and followed the corridor to the office near the west tower.
He reached out and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Professor Flitwick's high-pitched voice came out, and Chu Yang pushed open the door and saw Professor Flitwick making coffee.
"Would you like a drink?" Professor Flitwick asked with a smile. He really liked students like Chu Yang who would come to him after class.
When the two discussed spells, Chu Yang's imaginative ideas often brought him great inspiration.
"No, Professor, I came to ask you some questions."
Chu Yang sat down on the sofa with practiced ease.
"Have we encountered some inexplicable curse?"
Professor Flitwick, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee, sat curiously opposite Chu Yang.
"It's not a curse," Chu Yang smiled and said, "I want to learn the techniques of casting spells without a staff from you."
"Wandless spellcasting?" Professor Flitwick paused for a moment, then frowned and said, "Why would you want to learn this? Wandless spellcasting is both inefficient and difficult, like the stone tools in the hands of primitive people."
It's easy to tell from Professor Flitwick's words that he looks down on wandless spellcasting and, like most wizards, considers it backward.
Seeing that the topic was getting further and further away, Chu Yang quickly interrupted him, "I've been studying the history of magic recently, and I'm very curious about the earliest history of wizards. I want to know how European wizards cast spells before they invented wands."
"Oh!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed in realization, smiling knowingly. "I used to be just like you, full of curiosity about everything in the magical world."
"Since you want to understand wandless spellcasting, I must first explain the relationship between magic, wand, and spell."
"Each person's own magic is like water in a large bucket, and the magic needed to release a spell is like water in a small bottle."
"We need a funnel to precisely pour the water from the large bucket into the small bottle, and the spell acts as that funnel, helping us regulate the output of magic."
"Even if I pour in a little too much water sometimes, the funnel can help me adjust it so that the water doesn't overflow."
"Without a wand, it's like trying to pour water from a large bucket into a small bottle without a funnel. If you use too much force, the water might overflow, which is a minor issue. Sometimes, it might even knock the bottle over."
"At this point, the entire spell will fail, and in severe cases, it may even cause a magical backlash, which is a terrible thing for a wizard."
At this point, Professor Flitwick's expression became extremely serious. "Yang, you should have read about the consequences of wizards losing control of their magic in books."
"And most spellcasting without a wand results in even more severe loss of control over magic. The magic runs rampant within the body, like an endlessly inflating balloon. I don't need to elaborate on the consequences, do I?"
Chu Yang immediately nodded and said, "I understand, Professor Flitwick."
"Hmm, very good." Professor Flitwick's smile returned, and he began to further instruct Chu Yang on the key points of staffless spellcasting.
"Without a wand, our bodies take on the role of a wand. Without a wand to act as a regulator, we must use our mental power to strictly control the output of magic."
"Mental strength is a natural barrier to casting spells without a staff. If mental strength is not strong enough, it is impossible to accurately pour water from a large bucket into a small bottle."
"As a person's mental strength increases with age and through continuous meditation, it becomes stronger and stronger. This is why Principal Dumbledore's wandless spellcasting looks more effortless than others."
Professor Flitwick spoke eloquently, explaining to Chu Yang the key points of wandless spellcasting.
That very night, Chu Yang sneaked out of school and went to the Forbidden Forest to practice his wandless magic.
The whole process was indeed very difficult.
If a normal person's total magical power can fill a large bucket, then Chu Yang's magical power could almost fill an entire Black Lake.
The terrifying amount of magic power made it extremely difficult for Chu Yang to control, making it impossible for him to pour water into the small bottle as Professor Flitwick had suggested.
That flood of water destroyed not only water bottles, but also buckets, water tanks, and reservoirs!
Chu Yang could only train himself to have precise control over magic power.
Chu Yang's advantage lies in his knowledge of other worlds.
He tried to learn from the chakra training methods in the Naruto world to hone his ability to control magic.
"Waiter, bring the wine!"
"Alright, sir!"
The waiter, dressed in linen clothes, carried out a jar of Autumn Dew from the backyard with a smile.
He followed the sound to the table by the window, poured a glass for the guests there, and left the wine jar on the table.
"Mr. Chu, please wait a moment, the food and drinks will be here shortly."
"OK, thanks."
"Haha, Mr. Chu is always so polite."
The waiter was beaming; it was undoubtedly a source of great pride for him to receive thanks from a scholar like Mr. Chu.
The waiter wanted to exchange a few more pleasantries, but then he heard a voice urging him to hurry up.
"Waiter!"
He sighed, could only smile helplessly at Mr. Chu, and then went to greet the guests at another table.
Chu Yang nodded in agreement. As a former modern person, he was used to saying "thank you" to people, but it didn't have any other special meaning.
Having been in this world for almost a year, Chu Yang has become accustomed to his identity as a teacher, and his speech and manner of speaking have undergone tremendous changes compared to when he first arrived.
Chu Yang is a proper college student, more than capable of being a mentor to a group of kids. He does a very good job, and is well-known not only in this town but also in the surrounding villages.
Despite his smooth-sailing career, Chu Yang's increasingly parched soul could not be healed.
Entertainment options were extremely limited in ancient times!
There was no television, no movies, no computers, nothing at all!
Aside from being able to listen to music in brothels, it's utterly useless!
But even if Chu Yang's body could handle listening to music in brothels every day, his wallet couldn't.
The job of a schoolteacher can only provide Chu Yang with a comfortable life, but it can't save those young ladies living in dire straits.
Chu Yang was very disappointed.
So, coming to the restaurant to listen to storytellers when he had nothing to do became one of Chu Yang's few hobbies.
Just as all the dishes were served and Chu Yang had finished a cup of wine, in the center of the hall, the storyteller, who was over forty years old, gently placed the gavel on the table!
Snapped!
"As mentioned last time, the brothers Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, and Zhao Guangyi, the founding emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, became enemies, causing the vast Song Dynasty to split into two countries, the Northern Song and the Southern Song."
"Hehehe—"
Chu Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Everyone in the restaurant focused their attention on him, but the storyteller was already used to it.
Every time this topic comes up, Mr. Chu, who has a somewhat eccentric personality, will laugh, with a hint of mockery in his voice.
Seeing that the guests were all staring at him, Chu Yang had no choice but to stand up and bow to everyone around him to apologize, which finally calmed their anger.
The storyteller coughed and continued, "As the Song Dynasty split in two, the most powerful gang in the land, the 'Skillful Gang,' also split into the Northern Skillful Gang and the Southern Skillful Gang."
"Qiao Feng, the leader of the Northern Bow Gang, and Hong Qigong, the leader of the Southern Bow Gang, are both top-notch heroes in the world. Seven days ago, the two agreed to have a martial arts contest at Yanmen Pass, wanting to represent the Northern and Southern Bow Gangs to compete against each other."
"At first, the two fought with the ultimate skills of the Bow Clan. Their Dragon Subduing Palm techniques were of the same origin, and it was difficult to determine the winner. The sound of dragon roars could be heard in the sky above Yanmen Pass, and the aftershocks of their palm strikes could even break towering trees a hundred paces away."
"When the competition was halfway through, the Liao army invaded Yanmen Pass. The two men relied on the natural defenses of Yanmen Pass and held off the army for a whole day on their own."
"Qiao, the leader of the Beiqiao Gang, was young and vigorous. He lasted three hours longer than Old Leader Hong until the border troops and many Qiao Gang disciples arrived."
"Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Liao army left behind a field of corpses and retreated in panic—"
As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, cheers and applause erupted throughout the restaurant.
"Good! Well done!"
"The two gang leaders are incredibly heroic!"
"Kill all those Khitan dogs!"
"Waiter! Another jar of strong liquor to liven things up!"
The successful defense against the foreign enemy brought great joy to everyone present.
Everyone is laughing!
Chu Yang was also there, chuckling.
Time travel is one thing, but this time travel is so outrageous!
Did Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Guangyi, brothers, turn against each other?
Qiao Feng vs. Hong Qigong?
"Brother Chu Yang, keep your laughter down. If you keep laughing like that, people will think you're an idiot." A little beggar appeared out of nowhere and plopped down opposite Chu Yang, casually picking up food with his chopsticks.
"Little Huang, isn't it funny to compare Guan Yu to Qin Qiong?" Chu Yang retorted.
"I told you not to call me Little Yellow, only dogs are called Little Yellow!" Little Beggar bared his teeth angrily at Chu Yang, then raised an eyebrow and said, "Lord Guan and Lord Qin aren't from the same dynasty, how could they fight?"
"Brother Chu Yang, your brain is getting worse and worse!"
"Sigh, whatever. You've never been a smart person anyway. Why would a normal person treat a beggar to meals every day?"
Chu Yang clicked his tongue and said, "I didn't invite you. You sat down at the table to eat by yourself."
The little beggar said "Oh," and chuckled mischievously, "Then why do you always need to prepare two sets of bowls and chopsticks when you eat alone?"
Chu Yang suddenly became sad and said with great sorrow, "When I was little, my family had a little yellow dog that grew up with me. I treated it like a brother, and I always prepared a bowl and chopsticks for it when we ate—"
"This habit has remained ever since it left home."
The little beggar paused for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Left home? Where did you go?"
Chu Yang replied with a grin, "I went begging for food."
Little Qiqiao immediately realized that Chu Yang was teasing her. Her dirty little face instantly turned angry, and she got up to hit him.
"Rela—" Chu Yang quickly reached out to stop her, "I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush, why are you taking this personally?"
"Say some strange things that no one can understand!" Little Beggar Gong said coquettishly like a girl, but she didn't actually hit Chu Yang. She just stared at him with her clear, lake-like eyes.
"What are you doing~~" Chu Yang got goosebumps all over his body, leaned on the railing and dry heaved, then turned around and complained, "If I had known you were this kind of person, I wouldn't have pitied you in the first place."
A smile flickered in the young beggar's eyes, but he put on a tearful expression and said with his head down in embarrassment, "Brother Chu Yang, will you look down on me? I was born different from normal men, and I like different things too—"
Chu Yang scratched his head awkwardly. He had only meant to joke, but he hadn't expected Xiao Huang to be so upset.
Come to think of it, his sexual orientation was a sensitive issue in his own time, let alone in ancient times. Being different from others would only subject him to greater pressure.
Looking at the little beggar's red-rimmed eyes, Chu Yang felt inexplicably sorry for him and could only comfort him, "I was just joking, I didn't mean to discriminate against you at all, really!"
Little Qiqiao still looked like she was about to cry, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Left with no other choice, Chu Yang could only put his head close to the little beggar's ear.
The sudden closeness made Xiao Qiqiao's cheeks turn red. He was about to back away when he heard Chu Yang's voice.
"I'll sing you a song, and then you won't be angry anymore, okay?"
Little Beggar Bow originally wanted to back away.
But Chu Yang's soft singing made him stop what he was doing.
Chu Yang's singing was very ordinary, not particularly good; it was mostly in tune.
But the straightforward lyrics and the moving melody still captivated Xiao Qiqiao.
Xiao Qigong was a master of music from a young age, and there were only a handful of people in the world who could surpass him.
But this is the first time I've heard a song in this style.
It's direct, yet it resonates deeply with people.
After listening to it for a while, it can even be amazing!
In order to make sure Xiao Qiqiao could understand, Chu Yang deleted the English parts of the lyrics and replaced them with humming. Soon he sang the chorus.
Which rose has no thorns?
The emotionally charged lyrics relentlessly bombarded Xiao Qigong's heart.
The way Xiao Qigong looked at Chu Yang changed, filled with surprise and admiration.
In his eyes, no scholar was immune to corruption.
But the person in front of him was different from all the scholars he had met since he ran away from home.
He looks a bit like his father.
They have their own moral values, are unconventional, and are regarded by the world as heretics.
Thinking of her father and the days she had spent away from home, Xiao Qi could no longer hold back her grievances, and tears streamed down her face.
This time, he really wanted to cry.
Chu Yang stopped singing the chorus after only one repetition because the people around him were staring at him and Xiao Qigong.
"I don't know what this person said, but it made a little girl cry like this?"
"They must have said some nasty things, and even whispered them in someone's ear. It's absolutely despicable."
"Isn't that Mr. Chu? The one who specializes in early childhood education?"
"It really does seem to be him—"
"The world is going to the dogs!"
Chu Yang's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He said in a low voice, "Little Huang—well, how about this, as long as you don't cry, you can call me Little Chu from now on, and I'll call you Brother Huang."
Little Beggar Gong burst into laughter through his tears, "It's a promise, you have to call me Brother Huang from now on!"
"Okay, okay." Chu Yang nodded quickly, and before leaving, he asked, "Are you full? If you're full, let's go quickly."
The beggar scoffed, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even bother touching my chopsticks. The food here is awful, and I don't know why you come here every day—"
"Stop bragging." Chu Yang rolled his eyes, grabbed his wrist and walked out. More and more people were watching the commotion in the restaurant. For some reason, the little beggar kept his head down the whole way, being unusually obedient. Chu Yang grabbed his hand as if he had grabbed a cat by the scruff of its neck.
"Hey, Brother Huang, I don't discriminate against you, but could you please stop doing this? It's scary."
After leaving the restaurant, we walked for a while.
Chu Yang looked at the shy little beggar beside him and was so frightened that he instantly let go, his scalp tingling.
Little Qiqiao couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Seeing him laughing so happily, Chu Yang shook his head.
He pulled a cloth bag from his pocket, filled with dried food he had just bought from a street vendor. He handed the food to Xiao Qiqiao, saying, "Take this back and share it with your friends."
Little Qiqiao said with a complicated expression, "The first time I met you, you were giving food to Qigong, and more than once."
"In this world, few people care about their lives as much as you do."
Chu Yang sighed deeply, his face filled with helplessness.
As a communist successor born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, it is difficult for him to turn a blind eye to this, whether in his original world or here.
Xiao Qigong said, "Xiao Chu, although you're not very bright, you have a kind heart. Aside from occasionally coming to the restaurant to eat, you give away all your money."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yang coughed violently, feeling somewhat ashamed.
He did indeed give quite a lot in charity.
However, besides begging for bows, there were also young ladies from brothels.
well....
Listening to music in brothels is extremely harmful.
Whether it was due to a guilty conscience or not, Chu Yang handed the dry rations to Xiao Qiqiao and then hurried home without stopping.
The little beggar's innocent gaze was too dazzling.
The next day.
Chu Yang announced the end of school amidst the students' clear and loud reading voices, and the courtyard immediately erupted in chaos, with chickens flying, dogs barking, and yellow dust billowing as if a massive army were pressing in.
Chu Yang nodded in satisfaction.
The flowers of our motherland are so strong.
well.
"Each person will have three more sets of homework when they get home."
The children immediately fell silent, staring at Chu Yang in disbelief. When they saw him slowly nod, they looked as if they had lost their parents.
Three sets of assignments!
Children who are not psychologically resilient have already started crying their eyes out.
Seeing this, Chu Yang was even more satisfied.
After school, Chu Yang, who had nothing to do, planned to go to the brothel—no, I mean, to visit Xiao Huang at the local temple in the east of the city.
Then listen to the music.
Halfway there, the road ahead was blocked by a group of guys with hairstyles resembling the "Funeral Love Family".
The leader had three large bumps on his forehead, each the size of a green date.
Chu Yang felt a chill run down his spine.
"Brother, your folliculitis is quite severe," Chu Yang said with some concern.
The burly man with three bumps on his head stared coldly at Chu Yang's back.
Chu Yang turned his head following the muscular man's gaze.
He suddenly saw a young man wearing a fur coat, leading a chestnut horse with large bags hanging from it, and whose face seemed to say "I'm a nouveau riche" following behind him.
The young man grinned, looking like a simpleton.
Good heavens, in this world, people dare to act so blatantly. If we don't rob you, who will we rob?
The burly man with the bump on his head had a very fierce look in his eyes. The two of them probably had a grudge. Chu Yang silently walked to the corner and said with a smile, "You two should settle your scores if you have any grievances. Don't worry about me."
The burly man roared, "This brat ruined our plans! Take him down!"
The enemy was coming in a fierce manner. The young man put down his luggage and prepared to fight back. He didn't forget to turn to Chu Yang and say, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to involve you, brother."
Hey, who's your brother? Don't try to claim kinship with me like that.
Chu Yang quickly said to the group of punk-style men in red, "I don't know him, please don't make a mistake—"
Before he could finish speaking, a steel knife slashed across Chu Yang's head. Chu Yang instinctively bent over, and his hair was severed by the knife.
Strands of hair fell from his eyes, one by one. Overwhelmed with fear, Chu Yang's anger surged, and he looked up and cursed, "Fuck your mother!"
The steel blade fell again, but this time, it certainly wouldn't just cut off Chu Yang's hair bun.
Chu Yang stared at the blade, and everything in his field of vision slowed down, as if it were frozen in time.
His consciousness kept drifting away.
When he came to his senses, he found himself in a magnificent and mysterious palace.
A group of people stood around him, each looking at him with curiosity.
Chu Yang looked at these people, and although he had never met them before, he felt a deep sense of familiarity with them.
After a while.
Finally, someone spoke up: "Oh, this time it's period costume!"