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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 improve his ability to control magic.
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"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 then 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.
"Little Second!"
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."
"Hey hey hey..."
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 world's largest gang, the Beggars' Gang, also split in two, becoming the Northern Beggars' Gang and the Southern Beggars' Gang."
"Qiao Feng, the leader of the Northern Beggars' Gang, and Hong Qigong, the leader of the Southern Beggars' 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 Beggars' Gangs to compete against each other."
"At first, the two fought with the Beggars' Sect's ultimate techniques. Their Dragon Subduing Palms were from the same source, and it was difficult to determine which was better. 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 Northern Beggars' Gang, was young and vigorous. He lasted three hours longer than Old Leader Hong until the border troops and many Beggars' 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! Good kill!"
"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 who seemed to appear out of nowhere plopped down opposite Chu Yang and casually picked up some food with 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!" The little beggar bared his teeth at Chu Yang angrily, then frowned and said, "Lord Guan and Lord Qin are from different dynasties, 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 and ate by yourself."
The little beggar said "Oh," and smiled slyly, "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 would always prepare a bowl and chopsticks for it when I ate..."
"This habit has remained ever since it left home."
The little beggar paused for a moment, then instinctively asked, "Left home? Where did you go?"
Chu Yang replied with a grin, "I went begging for food."
The little beggar immediately realized that Chu Yang was mocking him. His dirty little face instantly turned angry, and he got up to hit him.
"Relax..." Chu Yang quickly reached out to stop him, "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!" the little beggar 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 little 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..."
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 with red 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!"
The little beggar still looked like he was about to cry, with tears welling up in his eyes.
Left with no other choice, Chu Yang could only put his head close to the little beggar's ear.
The sudden closeness made the little beggar'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?"
The little beggar 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 the little beggar.
The little beggar was a musical prodigy 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 the little beggar 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?