Chapter 85

"You wouldn't happen to have done research until you've gone soft in the head, would you?"

Shanks rolled his eyes at him.

"Captain, I want to save this fish-man."

Chu Yang said solemnly.

"Mr. Tom? Why..." Shanks said halfway through, then realized with a start: "I forgot you were saved by the fish-man race."

"Mr. Tom? You know him..." Chu Yang also realized with a start: "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, draped an arm over Chu Yang's shoulder, and whispered: "Actually, we knew about this a long time ago, but the Captain said Mr. Tom could finish the Sea Train, so we didn't do anything unnecessary."

Shanks sighed with emotion: "If it weren't for the fact that Chu Yang had to leave for a while, I wouldn't have thought of coming to Water 7 to refit the Red Force at this time. I originally wanted to celebrate with Mr. Tom privately after the work was completed, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen today..."

Chu Yang looked at the battered Tom and asked: "Shall we save him now?"

Shanks shook his head. "No. The reason I haven't made a move until now is precisely because I'm afraid Mr. Tom's disciples will be implicated."

Chu Yang looked around but didn't see Franky.

He only saw Spandam, who was covered in bandages.

Clearly, this guy had already had his face smashed by Franky.

Beckman chuckled and said: "Don't be impatient. Let's wait until we're on the sea. There are many warships watching, so we can't make a move here."

Chu Yang nodded.

Tom was escorted onto the Sea Train he had built himself, the "Puffing Tom."

The culprit, Spandam, was also carried inside by his subordinates.

The crew of the Red Hair Pirates were also returning to their ship one after another, preparing to set sail.

The patrolling warships around them were a beat slow to react; it was only after the Red Force followed the Puffing Tom out of Water 7 that they realized what was happening.

Both sides headed toward Enies Lobby at the same time.

The news quickly reached Marine Headquarters. Sengoku, who was still a Marine Admiral at the time, took the call, and after hearing the report, his face changed drastically.

Sengoku rushed toward Enies Lobby without stopping, taking a fleet of Vice Admirals and Rear Admirals with him on warships.

They assumed the Red Hair Pirates' target was Enies Lobby.

Meanwhile, the Red Force was getting closer and closer to the Puffing Tom, and Spandam on the train also noticed the anomaly.

"Damn it, those pirates are coming for us!"

"Red Hair?"

"Why does he want to get involved in this mess?"

Spandam was terrified.

Aside from the "Whitebeard" Edward Newgate, Kaido of the Beasts, and Big Mom Charlotte Linlin, who had already firmly secured their seats as Pirate Emperors, Shanks was already the undisputed number one person under the Pirate Emperors! How could Spandam not be afraid when such an enemy had his eyes on him? On the Red Force.

"How do we make this Sea Train stop?"

"If we use brute force, Mr. Tom on the train will get hurt!"

"If there's really no other way, then we'll have to destroy the tracks!"

"But Mr. Tom built these; if we break them, he'll be very angry, right?"

Everyone was discussing how to save Tom, all talking at once.

Shanks felt a headache coming on.

The surrounding warships were constantly closing in; if they waited any longer, it would be difficult to make a move.

Just at this moment, Chu Yang saw a young man standing on the tracks in the distance.

He knew he couldn't delay any longer.

"I have a way." Chu Yang jumped onto the ship's railing, crouched halfway, and looked back, saying: "Leave the surrounding Marines to you all!"

Shanks reached out, preparing to stop Chu Yang. "What are you doing..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Chu Yang fly out.

Yes.

Chu Yang flew out.

He used the Earth Release: Light-Weight Rock Technique.

Shanks stood dumbfounded, frozen in place.

The crew, including Beckman, were also stunned.

"Captain, I think I'm a bit seasick today; I see that kid Yang flying."

"Shanks, I'm a bit seasick too; he's flying quite fast."

"Captain... *gag*... I'm really seasick..."

The warships opened fire without any warning, rocking the Red Force back and forth; standing on the deck was like playing on a seesaw.

Shanks came to his senses and immediately ordered the crew to counterattack to cover Chu Yang.

Chu Yang quickly flew directly above the train, dropped into the driver's cabin, kicked the driver into the sea, and then stepped on the brakes.

The high-speed Sea Train nearly derailed, but after sliding a short distance, it slowly came to a stop.

The young man had dull eyes and blankly spread his arms, blocking the front of the train.

At this moment, the distance between the train and him was no more than an arm's length.

On the other side, Chu Yang had just exited the driver's cabin when he was attacked; a squad of Enies Lobby Marine soldiers and spies belonging to CP9 opened fire simultaneously.

Facing a group of small fry, Chu Yang raised his arm and summoned thick tree stumps.

After sweeping in a circle, the carriage suddenly became exceptionally clean.

In the corner, Spandam was trembling.

So much hatred.

Why didn't you blow me away with them just now? Spandam cursed inwardly.

Chu Yang walked up to Spandam and grabbed the bandages covering his wounds.

Spandam let out a painful wail.

Chu Yang activated his Conqueror's Haki, knocking him unconscious instantly, and then threw him out of the carriage.

Killing a person like this would only dirty his own hands; it was better to throw him into the sea to feed the fish, which could be considered maintaining ecological balance.

Environmental protection is very important.

Walking to the second carriage, Chu Yang finally saw Tom, who was slumped in a corner, covered in blood, his breathing weak.

Chu Yang hurried forward and transferred a large amount of life force into Tom's body.

Franky, who had been scared silly, finally came to his senses and rushed into the carriage, just in time to see Chu Yang treating Tom.

Franky's eyes were filled with tears, and he was extremely nervous.

Chu Yang ignored him, focusing on transferring life force to Tom.

Franky approached slowly, wanting to check Tom's condition, but Chu Yang suddenly stood up and kicked him out.

Franky spat out a large mouthful of blood, was kicked flying, and fell into the sea; the blood quickly dyed the surrounding seawater red.

The young Franky couldn't be associated with the Red Hair Pirates yet, otherwise, after they left, he would be the first to suffer.

Chu Yang understood this, which is why he kicked him so hard.

Afterward, he left the Sea Train with Tom, whose breathing was gradually stabilizing.

The Marines' artillery fire was extremely fierce.

But the newly refitted Red Force didn't flinch at all, returning the favor with equally dense artillery fire.

Both sides were very restrained and did not engage in close-quarters combat.

But the Marine formation was constantly closing in, showing signs of encirclement.

Just at this moment, Chu Yang returned to the ship with Tom.

Shanks stood at the bow and shouted.

"Raise the sails! Set sail!"

The late-arriving Sengoku could only watch as the Red Force broke through the Marine encirclement and headed toward unknown waters.

In fact, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

He was the only Admiral left at Headquarters; if a conflict had broken out with the Red Hair Pirates at Water 7, Marine Headquarters would have been left with empty defenses, which could very likely have led to major problems.

Sengoku had shouldered considerable pressure coming here this time; fortunately, Shanks had no designs on Enies Lobby.

"Come to think of it, why did this guy cause such a big commotion?"

On the way back, Sengoku turned to ask the Marine generals around him.

A Rear Admiral replied: "I heard the Red Hair Pirates rescued the shipwright Tom, who was supposed to be executed."

Sengoku thought for a moment and asked: "Is it that Tom who built the 'Oro Jackson' and is known as the world's number one shipwright?"

The Rear Admiral nodded: "Yes, Admiral Sengoku."

"Then that's not strange." Sengoku let out a long sigh of relief. "Red Hair was originally on Roger's ship; this action was probably to repay a debt of gratitude."

The Rear Admiral asked with some surprise: "Red-Haired Shanks was actually a crew member of the Pirate King Roger?"

"You didn't know?" Sengoku looked around and found that many people had expressions of shock.

"Admiral Sengoku, please don't just blurt out such big intelligence; it will scare people, just like Mr. Garp."

Kuzan, the "Aokiji" who was a Vice Admiral at the time, leaned against the railing with a helpless look.

"Don't compare me to that old idiot." Sengoku got angry the moment he heard Garp's name. "The New World is full of crises, yet he ran back to the East Blue; I don't know what he's doing!"

"I'm not sure, but Mr. Garp said that the next time he sees Red Hair, he's going to slaughter him..." Kuzan shrugged and teased: "It looks like the two of them have a major grudge."

On the night they left Water 7, Tom woke up, and upon learning he was on the Red Force, he remained silent for a long time.

"If you go back now, everyone in Water 7 who has any connection to you will be punished by the World Government; in the worst-case scenario, it will likely be the death penalty for everyone."

Chu Yang reminded him from the side.

Tom sighed deeply. "Why save me? You must have other motives, right?"

Shanks smiled and said: "The only motive is to repay your kindness. If it weren't for the 'Oro Jackson' you painstakingly built, Captain Roger would have had a hard time fulfilling his ideals, and of course, there wouldn't be a future Pirate King."

Upon hearing this, Tom suddenly raised his head and looked at Shanks with a face full of surprise.

"I was once an apprentice crew member on the Roger Pirates." Shanks scratched his head and said.

Only then did Tom remember that there were indeed two little brats on Roger's pirate ship back then; it seemed one of them was the red-haired one.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a long time, and then Shanks invited Tom to join the banquet that night.

There is nothing more worth celebrating than successfully saving the life of a companion.

At least, that is the case for the Red Hair Pirates.

The dining room, which was four or five times wider than before, became a banquet hall, brightly lit all night.

All the pirates sang and danced, and the wine glasses in their hands were never empty.

Tom slowly integrated into it, and before long, he was drunk. When he woke up the next day, he accepted the fact that he had become a member of the ship.

Chu Yang returned to his research.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, the research on Lineage Factor technology went very smoothly.

Five days later, Chu Yang successfully extracted a Lineage Factor with Wood Release effects.

…………

Naruto World.

Chu Yang, who had been training in Shikkotsu Forest for many days, successfully comprehended Sage Mode, but he still couldn't enter this state instantly like Hashirama Senju.

Entering Sage Mode instantly is not that easy.

Even Jiraiya, who would later become one of the Legendary Sannin, couldn't do it.

It requires balancing three types of energy within the body.

Physical energy, spiritual energy, and natural energy.

Chakra is the product of the balance between physical energy and spiritual energy; to add natural energy to it, one must break the balance that has already been established.

But inertia is terrifying.

Especially when the body is already accustomed to how to produce chakra, this inertia has long since developed into an instinct.

This is the fundamental reason why Sage Mode is difficult to cultivate.

When one's spirit is highly concentrated, entering Sage Mode is not difficult.

What is difficult is maintaining Sage Mode while moving, or even fighting.

Chu Yang successfully made facial markings appear on his face on the first day he entered Shikkotsu Forest to train.

It took three days to move as he pleased.

It took five days to engage in normal combat.

In the eyes of the Slug Sage, this speed was unprecedented, but Chu Yang was still not satisfied.

If he couldn't guarantee entering Sage Mode at any time during a fight, then it was meaningless.

For this reason, Chu Yang specifically went to ask Hashirama Senju for advice.

Hashirama Senju: "Just like this... then like this... and finally like that."

Chu Yang: "???"

As Hashirama Senju gestured, the words he said made Chu Yang feel both familiar and strange.

He seemed to think that his description was very detailed, even vivid.

Until Chu Yang looked at him with a blank face.

"Tobirama always said I wasn't suited to be a teacher..." Hashirama Senju scratched his head and laughed awkwardly. "I think actual combat will make it easier for you to understand."

Chu Yang let out a long sigh; this was the rhythm of letting him get beaten up.

But in order to enter Sage Mode faster, Chu Yang could only nod in agreement.

In actual combat, other than Sage Mode, no other ninjutsu or senjutsu could be used, which meant Hashirama Senju's most advantageous Wood Release couldn't be used.

If they just compared taijutsu, the gap between Chu Yang and Hashirama Senju nowadays wasn't actually that big.

The problem was that Hashirama Senju wouldn't give Chu Yang the chance to enter Sage Mode in actual combat; he had been suppressing Chu Yang from the very beginning.

The outcome of Hashirama Senju in Sage Mode fighting a Chu Yang who didn't have Sage Mode and could only use taijutsu was self-evident.

Chu Yang was beaten until he was dazed.

Let alone entering Sage Mode, he could only barely defend against Hashirama Senju's attacks with all his might.

Most of the time, he was like a human-shaped punching bag.

The two fought from morning until dusk.

Chu Yang's whole body was swollen by a circle.

Hashirama Senju said refreshingly: "It's been a long time since I've had this much fun. The last time was the battle with Madara. After becoming Hokage, there haven't been many opportunities to make a move. Sometimes I really envy Madara; at least he can still fight Tailed Beasts."

"How is it? After fighting for so long, have you found any feeling?"

Chu Yang, with a bruised and swollen face, looked up at Hashirama Senju and said resentfully: "Do I look like I have any feeling?"

Hashirama Senju held his breath and asked solemnly: "Who are you?"

Chu Yang sighed deeply. "Teacher, this joke isn't funny at all."

"Is that so? Hahaha." Hashirama Senju scratched his head and laughed to himself.

Hashirama Senju's teaching method was simple and violent.

But it was very effective, stimulating Chu Yang's potential to the fullest. Chu Yang was beaten for three days and three nights and finally learned the technique of how to enter Sage Mode instantly during combat.

………………

Harry Potter World.

After mastering the three Unforgivable Curses, Chu Yang restarted his research on spells.

As for wands, it was temporarily at a standstill.

Chu Yang's wand-making craftsmanship had reached a very high level, and he had even found a substitute formula for wand cores, but it was still difficult to find a stable substitute for wand cores so that the "himself" in other worlds could make wands.

So Chu Yang decided to change his research direction and prepared to learn the secret of wandless magic from Professor Flitwick or Headmaster Dumbledore.

Wands were actually a product of Europe; before the American wizard Isolt Sayre founded Ilvermorny School, Native American wizards were all using wandless magic.

African wizards didn't even start coming into contact with wands until the 20th century.

Strictly speaking, a wand is not a necessity for casting magic.

The difficulty of wandless magic is very high, at least much harder than the O. W. L. and N. E. W. T. exams.

The appearance of the wand lowered the conditions for casting, making it more controllable and simple; it was a key factor in European wizards crushing wizards in other regions throughout their developing history.

Wands and wandless magic are like internal combustion engines and steam engines; the latter has already been abandoned by the times.

For the vast majority of wizards, giving up a wand and choosing to use wandless magic is as incomprehensible as modern people giving up high-speed rail and choosing to use steam trains.

Even someone as strong as Dumbledore would never use wandless magic in battle.

But for Chu Yang, compared to the high-difficulty learning threshold and casting shortcomings of wandless magic, being able to let the "himself" in other worlds use magic was more important.

As for the shortcomings of wandless magic, Chu Yang could use the knowledge from various worlds to slowly overcome them; he wasn't worried about this at all.

Headmaster Dumbledore had been very busy lately.

Ever since Chu Yang passed on the information about Voldemort's seven Horcruxes, he had rarely seen him at Hogwarts.

Harry's mood had also become a bit low, but fortunately, Ron and Hermione were often by his side.

Given that Dumbledore was not at school, Chu Yang could only find Professor Flitwick to teach him the techniques of wandless magic.

As the champion of the Dueling Championship, Professor Flitwick's spellcasting ability was second only to Dumbledore in all of Hogwarts.

Snape and Professor McGonagall's wandless magic abilities were also good, but not necessarily as thorough as Professor Flitwick's.

This was not their strong suit.

After class, Chu Yang didn't go to the Great Hall to eat with his classmates, but went to the eighth floor alone, passed the Room of Requirement, and walked along 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.

Chu Yang pushed the door and entered, seeing Professor Flitwick making coffee.

"Would you like a cup?" Professor Flitwick smiled; he liked students like Chu Yang coming to find him after class.

When the two discussed spells, Chu Yang's unconstrained thoughts often brought him great inspiration.

"No, Professor, I came to ask you for some knowledge."

Chu Yang sat on the sofa very skillfully.

"Have you encountered a spell that is difficult to understand?"

Professor Flitwick carried a cup of freshly brewed coffee and sat curiously opposite Chu Yang.

"It's not a spell..." Chu Yang smiled and said: "I want to learn the techniques of wandless magic from you."

"Wandless magic?" Professor Flitwick was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said: "Why are you learning this? Wandless magic is neither efficient nor difficult; it's like a stone tool in the hands of a primitive man..."

From Professor Flitwick's words, it was not difficult to judge that he looked down on wandless magic, and like most wizards, he thought wandless magic was very backward.

Seeing that the topic was getting further and further away, Chu Yang hurriedly interrupted him: "I've been studying the history of magic recently and am very curious about the earliest history of wizards. I want to understand how European wizards cast magic before the invention of the wand."

"Oh!" Professor Flitwick realized, smiled knowingly, and said: "I used to be like you, full of curiosity about everything in the magical world."

"Since you want to understand wandless magic, I must first explain the relationship between magic power, wands, and spells."

"Everyone's own magic power is like the water in a large bucket, and the magic power required to release a spell is like the water in a small bottle."

"If we want to accurately pour the water from the large bucket into the small bottle, we need a funnel, and the spell acts as the funnel, helping us regulate the output of magic power."

"Even if we pour a little too much water sometimes, the funnel can help us adjust so that the water doesn't overflow."

"If there is no wand, it is equivalent to pouring the water from the large bucket into the small bottle without a funnel. If you use too much force, overflowing the water is a small matter; sometimes it will even knock the bottle over."

"At this time, the entire spell will fail, and in serious cases, it will cause magical backlash, which is a very terrifying thing for a wizard."

Speaking of this, Professor Flitwick's expression became extremely serious. "Yang, you should have read about the consequences of a wizard's magic power getting out of control in books."

"And most wandless magic power loss of control is even more serious; magic power runs wild in the body, like a balloon being inflated endlessly. I don't need to tell you what the outcome is, right?"

Chu Yang nodded immediately. "I understand, Professor Flitwick."

"Hmm, very good." A smile reappeared on Professor Flitwick's face, and he began to further teach Chu Yang the key points of wandless magic.

"Without a wand, our body takes on the role of the wand. Without a wand to act as a regulator, we must strictly control the output of magic power with spiritual power."

"Spiritual power is the natural barrier of wandless magic. If spiritual power is not strong enough, it is impossible to accurately inject the water from the large bucket into the small bottle."

"And a person's spiritual power becomes stronger and stronger with age and constant meditation; this is why Headmaster Dumbledore's wandless magic looks easier than others'."

Professor Flitwick talked eloquently, telling Chu Yang the key points of wandless magic one by one.

That night, Chu Yang snuck out of school and went to the Forbidden Forest to practice wandless magic.

The whole process was indeed not easy.

If a normal person's total magic power could fill a large bucket, then Chu Yang's magic power could almost fill an entire Black Lake.

The terrifying total amount of magic power made it very difficult for Chu Yang to control; he couldn't do what Professor Flitwick said, injecting water into a small bottle.

That lake of water poured down; let alone the bottle, the bucket, the water tank, and the reservoir were all washed away!

Chu Yang could only train himself to achieve fine control of magic power first.

Chu Yang's advantage was that he possessed knowledge from other worlds.

He tried to draw on the way of cultivating chakra in the Naruto world to exercise his ability to control magic power.

………………

"Waiter, bring the wine!"

"Coming right up, sir!"

The waiter, dressed in linen clothes, smiled and carried a jar of Autumn White Dew from the backyard.

He followed the sound, walked to the dining table by the window, poured a cup for the guest at that table, and then left the wine jar on the table.

"Mr. Chu, please wait a moment; the food and wine will be here soon."

"Okay, thank you."

"Haha, Mr. Chu is always so polite."

The waiter was beaming; having a scholar like Mr. Chu thank him was undoubtedly a very glorious thing.

The waiter originally wanted to exchange a few more pleasantries, but he heard urging sounds in his ears immediately.

"Waiter!"

He sighed, could only smile helplessly at Mr. Chu, and then walked to another table of guests to greet them.

Chu Yang also nodded to signal; as a former modern person, he was used to saying "thank you," and it didn't have any other special meaning.

Having been in this world for nearly a year, Chu Yang was used to his identity as a teacher, and his speech and demeanor had undergone earth-shaking changes compared to when he first arrived.

Chu Yang was a proper college student, and being an enlightenment teacher for a group of little brats was more than enough; he was doing quite well, and he was quite famous not only in this town but also in the surrounding villages.

The smooth sailing in his work, however, could not heal Chu Yang's gradually drying heart.

Ancient entertainment activities were really scarce! No TV, no movies, no computers, nothing!

Except for listening to music in the pleasure quarters, it was simply useless! But listening to music in the pleasure quarters every day, even if his body could stand it, his purse couldn't.

The profession of a teacher could only keep Chu Yang well-fed and clothed; it couldn't save those young ladies living in deep water and scorching fire.

Chu Yang was very regretful.

So, listening to the storyteller in the restaurant when he had nothing to do became one of Chu Yang's few hobbies.

The dishes on the table had just been served, and Chu Yang had only had one cup of wine when the storyteller, who was over forty, gently placed the wooden clapper in his hand on the table! *Clap! * "In the last story, we talked about the Northern Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin and the Southern Song Taizu Zhao Guangyi, two brothers who became enemies, causing the great Song Dynasty to split into two countries, Northern Song and Southern Song."

"Hehehe..."

Chu Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Everyone in the restaurant focused their eyes on him, but the storyteller was already used to it.

Every time he talked about this, this Mr. Chu, who had a somewhat eccentric temperament, would laugh, and it would carry a mocking tone.

Seeing that the guests were all staring at him, Chu Yang had to stand up and bow to apologize to everyone, which calmed the public anger.

The storyteller coughed and continued: "With the Song Dynasty split in two, the world's largest gang, the 'Beggar Sect,' also split in two, becoming the Northern Beggar Sect and the Southern Beggar Sect."

"The leader of the Northern Beggar Sect, Qiao Feng, and the leader of the Southern Beggar Sect, Hong Qigong, are both top-tier heroes in the world. Seven days ago, the two agreed to have a martial arts competition at Yanmen Pass, wanting to represent the Northern and Southern Beggar Sects to see who is better."

"At first, the two fought with the unique skills of the Beggar Sect. Both sides' Dragon-Subduing Palms came from the same source, and it was hard to tell who was better. The sound of dragon roars over Yanmen Pass was endless, and the aftermath of the palm power could even snap towering trees a hundred paces away."

"Halfway through the competition, the Liao army invaded Yanmen Pass. Relying on the natural barrier of Yanmen Pass, the two blocked the army with their own strength for a whole day."

"The Northern Beggar Sect's Leader Qiao was young and had strong vitality, holding out for three hours longer than the old Leader Hong, until the border army and many Beggar Sect disciples arrived."

"Seeing that the situation was not good, the Liao army left a pile of corpses and retreated in a panic..."

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, cheers rang out one after another in the restaurant.

"Good! Well killed!"

"The two leaders are heroic!"

"Kill all those Khitan dogs!"

"Waiter! Bring another jar of Burning Knife wine to liven things up!"

Successfully resisting foreign enemies made everyone present very happy.

Everyone was laughing!

Chu Yang was also hehe-ing.

Transmigration is one thing, but to transmigrate so ridiculously! Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Guangyi brothers turned against each other?

Qiao Feng fighting Hong Qigong? "Brother Chu Yang, laugh a little quieter. If you laugh like this again, others will treat you as a fool." A little beggar who popped out of nowhere sat down opposite Chu Yang and naturally picked up chopsticks to eat the food.

"Little Huang, Guan Yu fighting Qin Qiong, isn't this funny?" Chu Yang asked back.

"I told you not to call me Little Huang; only dogs are called Little Huang!" The little beggar bared his teeth at Chu Yang angrily, then frowned and said: "Saint Guan and Duke Qin are not from the same dynasty; how could they fight?"

"Brother Chu Yang, your brain is getting less and less useful!"

"Sigh, forget it, your brain has never been useful anyway. How could a normal person invite a beggar to dinner every day."

Chu Yang smacked his lips and said: "I didn't invite you; you sat at the table and ate it yourself."

The little beggar said "Oh" and smiled cunningly: "Then you eat alone, why do you often prepare two sets of bowls and chopsticks?"

Chu Yang suddenly became sad and said painfully: "When I was a child, my family raised a little yellow dog that grew up with me. I treated it as a brother, and I would always prepare bowls and chopsticks for it when eating..."

"Since it left home, this habit has been kept."

The little beggar was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously: "Left home? Where did it go?"

Chu Yang answered with a grin: "Went to beg for food."

The little beggar immediately realized that Chu Yang was teasing him, and his dirty little face became angry in an instant, and he got up to hit him.

"Relax..." Chu Yang hurriedly reached out to block. "I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry first; why are you still taking it personally?"

"Saying weird things that people don't understand again!" The little beggar shouted like a girl, but didn't really hit Chu Yang, just stared with eyes as clear as lakes.

"What are you doing~~~" Chu Yang had goosebumps all over his body, held the railing and gagged, and complained when he looked back: "If I had known you were this kind of person, I wouldn't have pitied you in the first place."

A smile flashed in the little beggar's eyes, but he made a tearful expression on his face, lowered his head and said inferiorly: "Brother Chu Yang, will you look down on me? I was born not quite the same as normal men, and the things I like are also different..."

Chu Yang scratched his head awkwardly; he originally wanted to make a joke, but didn't expect Little Huang to be so sad.

Thinking about it, the issue of orientation was also very sensitive in the era he came from, let alone in ancient times; being different from others would only suffer greater pressure.

Looking at the little beggar with red eyes, Chu Yang felt he was pitiful for no reason and could only comfort him: "I was just joking just now; I don't have any thoughts of discriminating against you, really!"

The little beggar still had an expression of about to cry, with tears swirling in his eyes.

In desperation, Chu Yang could only lean his head to the little beggar's ear.

The sudden closeness made the little beggar's cheeks red. He just wanted to retreat, but heard Chu Yang's voice.

"I'll sing you a song; don't be angry after listening to it."

The little beggar originally wanted to retreat.

But the song Chu Yang sang softly made him stop.

Chu Yang's singing was very ordinary, not very good, and could only be said to be mostly in tune.

But the straightforward lyrics and moving melody still made the little beggar immersed in it.

The little beggar had been proficient in music since he was a child, and the number of people in the world who could surpass him could be counted on ten fingers.

But this was the first time he heard this style of song.

Very direct, and very deep into people's hearts.

After listening for a long time, it even made people feel amazing!

In order to make the little beggar understand, Chu Yang deleted the English parts in the lyrics and replaced them with humming. Soon he sang to the chorus part.

"Which rose has no thorns?"

The lyrics with strong emotions kept bombarding the little beggar's heart.

The little beggar's look at Chu Yang changed, with some surprise and some admiration.

In his eyes, no scholar was not pedantic.

But the person in front of him was different from all the scholars he had seen since he ran away from home.

A bit like his father.

Had his own moral values, was maverick, and was regarded by the world as unorthodox.

Thinking of his father and the days since he ran away from home, the grievances in the little beggar's heart could no longer be held back, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

This time he really wanted to cry.

Chu Yang only sang the chorus once and stopped, because the people around him kept looking at him and the little beggar.

"This person doesn't know what he said, actually making a little beggar cry like this?"

"Must have said vicious words, and whispered in people's ears, really hateful."

"Eh? Isn't that Mr. Chu? The one who specializes in enlightenment teaching for children."

"Seems like it really is him..."

"The world is going downhill!"

Chu Yang had cold sweat on his forehead and whispered: "Little Huang... er, let's do this, as long as you don't cry, you can call me Little Chu in the future, and I'll call you Brother Huang."

The little beggar laughed through his tears. "It's a deal; you have to call me Brother Huang when we meet in the future!"

"Okay, okay, okay." Chu Yang nodded hurriedly, and didn't forget to ask before leaving: "Are you full? If you are full, let's go quickly."

The little beggar sneered: "If it weren't for your sake, I wouldn't bother to use chopsticks. The food here is really bad, I don't know why you come every day..."

"Don't brag." Chu Yang rolled his eyes, grabbed his wrist and walked out. There were more and more people watching the excitement in the restaurant.

The little beggar didn't know why, but he kept his head down all the way, obediently. Chu Yang grabbing his hand was like grabbing a kitten's scruff.

"Hey, Brother Huang, although I don't discriminate against you, can you stop doing this? I'm scared."

After leaving the restaurant, they walked for a while.

Chu Yang looked at the shy little beggar beside him and let go in fear, his scalp tingling.

The little beggar couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Seeing him laugh so happily, Chu Yang shook his head.

He took out a cloth bag from his arms, which contained the dry food he had just bought on the street, and handed it to the little beggar. "Take it back and share it with your companions."

The little beggar said with a complex expression: "The first time I met you, you were giving food to beggars, and not just once."

"In this world, few people care about their life and death like you."

Chu Yang sighed deeply, his face full of helplessness.

As a communist successor born under the red flag and growing up in the spring breeze, it was difficult for him to turn a blind eye to this, whether in the original world or here.

The little beggar said: "Little Chu, although your brain is not good, your heart is very kind. Except for occasionally coming to the restaurant to eat, you donated all your money."

Hearing this, Chu Yang coughed violently, feeling a little ashamed.

He did donate quite a lot.

It's just that besides beggars, there were also young ladies in the pleasure quarters.

Sigh...

Listening to music in the pleasure quarters is really harmful.

I don't know if it was because of the condemnation of his conscience, but after Chu Yang handed the dry food to the little beggar, he rushed home without stopping.

The little beggar's innocent eyes were too dazzling...

The next day.

Chu Yang announced the end of school amidst the students' reading sounds, and the courtyard was suddenly in a mess, with yellow sand rolling, like a large army pressing on the border.

Chu Yang nodded with satisfaction.

The flowers of the motherland are so robust.

Very good.

"Everyone go home and add three more sets of homework."

The bear children suddenly became quiet, looking at Chu Yang in disbelief. Seeing the teacher nod slowly, they were as sad as if their parents had died.

Three sets of homework! Children with poor psychological quality had already started crying.

Seeing this, Chu Yang was even more satisfied.

After school, Chu Yang, who had nothing to do, prepared to go to the pleasure quarters... er no, prepared to go to the Land Temple in the east of the city to see Little Huang.

Then go listen to music.

As a result, halfway there, the road ahead was blocked by a group of guys whose hairstyles were like the "Funeral Love Family."

The leader had three big bags on his forehead, each the size of a green date.

It made Chu Yang's scalp tingle.

"Brother, your folliculitis is very serious..." Chu Yang said with some worry.

The muscular man with three bags on his head stared coldly at Chu Yang... behind him.

Chu Yang turned his head along the muscular man's line of sight.

He suddenly saw a young man wearing a fur coat, leading a jujube red horse, with large and small bags hanging on the horse, and "I am a nouveau riche" written on his face, following behind him.

The young man grinned, like a fool.

Good guy, daring to show off in this world, if I don't rob you, who will I rob?

The muscular man with bags on his head had a very vicious look; these two probably had a grudge.

Chu Yang walked silently to the corner and smiled: "The two of you have grievances, report grievances, have hatred, report hatred, don't worry about me."

The muscular man roared: "It's this stinky kid who ruined our big event, take him for me!"

The enemy came fiercely, the young man put down his luggage, prepared to fight the enemy, and didn't forget to turn his head and say to Chu Yang: "Sorry, I didn't mean to implicate you, brother."

Hey, who is your brother, don't climb relatives indiscriminately.

Chu Yang hurriedly said to the group of killing horses wearing red clothes: "I don't know him, you must not make a mistake..."

Before he finished speaking, a steel knife crossed over Chu Yang's head. Chu Yang subconsciously hunched his body, and his hair bun was cut off by the steel knife.

The scattered hair fell one by one from his eyes. Under extreme fear, Chu Yang's anger rose from his heart, and he raised his head and scolded: "Fuck your mother."

The steel knife fell again, but this time, it would definitely not just cut off Chu Yang's hair bun.

Chu Yang stared at the blade, and everything in his field of vision became slower and slower, as if it were fixed there.

His consciousness drifted away.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in a magnificent and mysterious palace.

A circle of people stood around, each looking at him with novel eyes.

Chu Yang looked at these people, clearly never met, but felt familiar from the bottom of his heart.

After a while.

Finally someone said: "Yo, this time it's actually ancient costume!"

(End of chapter)