To accurately pour water from a large bucket into a small bottle, we need a funnel, and a spell acts as that funnel, helping us regulate the output of magic."
"Even if sometimes a little too much water is poured, the funnel can help me adjust it, preventing it from overflowing."
"Without a wand, it's like pouring water from a large bucket into a small bottle without a funnel. If you use too much force, an overflow is a minor issue; sometimes, it can even knock over the bottle."
"At that point, the entire spell will fail, and in severe cases, it can even cause magical backlash, which is a terrifying thing for a wizard."
At this point, Professor Flitwick's expression became extremely serious. "Yang, you should have read about the consequences of a wizard's magic spiraling out of control in books."
"And most wandless magic going out of control is even more severe; magic rampaging through the body is like an endlessly inflating balloon. I don't need to say what the outcome is, do I?"
Chu Yang immediately nodded and said, "I understand, Professor Flitwick."
"Hmm, very good." Professor Flitwick's face once again showed a smile, and he then began to further instruct Chu Yang on the key points of wandless casting.
"Without a wand, our body takes on the role of the wand. Without a wand acting as a regulator, we must strictly control the magic output with mental power."
"Mental power is the natural barrier for wandless casting. If mental power is not strong enough, you cannot accurately pour water from a large bucket into a small bottle."
"And a person's mental power, with age and constant meditation, will become stronger and stronger. This is also why Dumbledore's wandless casting seems easier than others."
Professor Flitwick spoke eloquently, explaining the crucial aspects of wandless casting to Chu Yang one by one.
That night, Chu Yang snuck out of the school and went to the Forbidden Forest to practice wandless magic.
The entire process was indeed very difficult.
If a normal person's total magical power could fill a large bucket, then Chu Yang's magical power could almost fill an entire Black Lake.
The terrifying amount of magical power made it very difficult for Chu Yang to control, and he simply couldn't do as Professor Flitwick said, pouring water into a small bottle.
If that lake of water poured down, let alone a bottle, even buckets, water tanks, and reservoirs would be destroyed!
Chu Yang could only first train himself to precisely control his magic.
Chu Yang's advantage was that he possessed knowledge from other worlds.
He tried to draw on the methods of cultivating Chakra in the Naruto World to train his ability to control magic.
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"Waiter, wine!"
"Coming right up, honored guest!"
The waiter, dressed in a linen shirt, chuckled as he carried a jar of Qiubailu from the back courtyard.
He followed the sound, walked to the 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 shortly."
"Okay, thank you."
"Haha, Mr. Chu is always so polite."
The waiter's face was beaming. It was undoubtedly a very honorable thing for a scholar like Mr. Chu to thank him.
Originally, the waiter wanted to exchange a few more pleasantries, but a 催促聲 immediately came from his ear.
"Waiter!"
He sighed, could only smile helplessly at Mr. Chu, and then walked to another table to attend to the guests.
Chu Yang also nodded in acknowledgment. As a former modern person, he was accustomed to saying "thank you" to people, and it had no other special meaning.
Having been in this world for nearly a year, Chu Yang had grown accustomed to his identity as a teacher, and his speech and demeanor had undergone drastic changes compared to when he first arrived.
Chu Yang was a proper university student, more than capable of being an elementary teacher for a group of young children. He did quite well, gaining a small reputation 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 parched soul.
Ancient entertainment activities were simply too scarce!
No TV, no movies, no computers, nothing at all!
Besides listening to music in brothels, it was practically useless!
But listening to music in brothels every day, even if his body could handle it, Chu Yang's wallet couldn't.
The profession of a teacher could only ensure Chu Yang had enough to eat and wear; it couldn't rescue those young ladies living in dire straits.
Chu Yang regretted it.
So, coming to the tavern to listen to storytellers became one of Chu Yang's few hobbies.
The dishes on the table had just been served, and Chu Yang had just finished a cup of wine when, in the center of the hall, the storyteller, who was over forty, gently placed his clapper on the table!
Clap!
"Last time, we spoke of how Emperor Taizu Zhao Kuangyin of Northern Song and Emperor Taizu Zhao Guangyi of Southern Song, two brothers, turned against each other, causing the vast 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 tavern focused their gaze on him, but the storyteller was already used to it.
Every time he spoke of this, this somewhat eccentric Mr. Chu would laugh, and it carried a hint of mockery.
Seeing that the guests were all staring at him, Chu Yang had no choice but to stand up, cup his hands, and apologize to everyone, which finally appeased the crowd.
The storyteller cleared his throat and continued, "As the Great Song Dynasty split into two, the world's largest clan, the Beggar Clan, also divided into two, becoming the Northern Beggar Clan and the Southern Beggar Clan."
"Qiao Feng, the leader of the Northern Beggar Clan, and Hong Qigong, the leader of the Southern Beggar Clan, are both top-tier Gouketu in the world. Seven days ago, the two agreed to a martial arts contest at Yanmen Pass, wanting to represent the Northern and Southern Beggar Clans in a showdown."
"Initially, the two fought with the Beggar Clan's ultimate techniques. Both sides' Dragon Subduing Palms originated from the same source, making it difficult to determine a victor. The sounds of dragon roars echoed incessantly above Yanmen Pass, and the aftershocks of their palm power could even shatter towering trees a hundred paces away."
"Mid-contest, the Liao army invaded Yanmen Pass. Relying on the natural defenses of Yanmen Pass, the two, by themselves, held off the army for an entire day."
"Qiao Feng, the leader of the Northern Beggar Clan, was young and full of vigor, lasting three hours longer than the old leader Hong Qigong, until the border army and many Beggar Clan disciples arrived."
"Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the Liao army left behind a field of corpses and retreated in a hurry…"
As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, cheers erupted throughout the tavern.
"Good! Well fought!"
"Both leaders are filled with heroic spirit!"
"Kill all those Khitan dogs!"
"Waiter! Another jar of Shaodaozi wine to liven things up!"
Successfully repelling the foreign enemy made everyone present very happy.
Everyone was laughing!
Chu Yang was also chuckling.
Transmigrating was one thing, but it was so ridiculously transmigrated!
Zhao Kuangyin and Zhao Guangyi, brothers turning against each other?
Qiao Feng fighting Hong Qigong?
"Big Brother Chu Yang, laugh softer. If you keep laughing like that, people will think you're an idiot again." A little beggar, who appeared from who knows where, plopped down opposite Chu Yang and very naturally picked up chopsticks to eat the food.
"Xiao Huang, Guan Yu fighting Qin Qiong, isn't that funny?" Chu Yang retorted.
"I told you not to call me Xiao Huang, only dogs are called Xiao Huang!" The little beggar snarled angrily at Chu Yang, then frowned and said, "Lord Guan and Lord Qin weren't from the same dynasty, so how could they fight?"
"Big Brother Chu Yang, your brain is getting worse and worse!"
"Sigh, never mind, your brain was never good anyway. How can a normal person invite a beggar to eat every day?"
Chu Yang smacked his lips and said, "I didn't invite you; you sat down at the table and ate yourself."
The little beggar said "Oh," and cunningly smiled, "Then when you eat alone, why do you often prepare two sets of bowls and chopsticks?"
Chu Yang suddenly became sad, and said heartbreakingly, "When I was little, my family raised a little Xiao Huang dog. It grew up with me, and I treated it like a brother. When we ate, I would always prepare bowls and chopsticks for it…"
"Since it left home, that habit has remained."
The little beggar was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Left home? Where did it go?"
Chu Yang replied with a grin, "It went begging."
The little beggar immediately realized that Chu Yang was teasing him, and his dirty little face instantly became angry. He stood up to hit him.
"Relax…" Chu Yang quickly reached out to block, "I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry yet. Why are you taking it so personally?"
"You're saying strange things again that I don't understand!" The little beggar whined like a girl, but he didn't actually hit Chu Yang, just stared with eyes as clear as a lake.
"What are you doing~~~" Chu Yang got goosebumps all over, leaned on the railing, gagged, and then turned to complain, "If I had known you were this kind of person, I wouldn't have pitied you back then."
A smile flashed in the little beggar's eyes, but he put on a tearful expression, lowered his head, and said self-deprecatingly, "Big Brother Chu Yang, will you look down on me? I was born a little different from normal boys, and I like different things…"
Chu Yang awkwardly scratched his head. He had just been joking, but he didn't expect Xiao Huang to be so sad.
Thinking about it, the issue of sexual orientation was sensitive even in his original era, let alone in ancient times, where being different from the norm would only lead to greater pressure.
Looking at the little beggar with reddened eyes, Chu Yang inexplicably felt sorry for him and could only comfort him, "I was just joking just now. I have no intention of discriminating against you, really!"
The little beggar still looked like he was about to cry, tears welling up in his eyes.
Helplessly, Chu Yang could only lean his head close to the little beggar's ear.
The sudden closeness made the little beggar's cheeks flush. He was about to retreat when he heard Chu Yang's voice.
"I'll sing you a song. Don't be angry after listening to it, okay?"
The little beggar originally wanted to step back.
But Chu Yang's soft singing made him stop.
Chu Yang's singing was very ordinary, not particularly good, just about on key.
But the straightforward lyrics and touching melody still immersed the little beggar in it.
The little beggar had been proficient in music since childhood. The number of people in the world who could surpass him could be counted on one's fingers.
Yet, this was the first time he had heard this style of song.
It was very direct, yet it deeply touched the heart.
Listening for a long time, it even made people feel amazed!
To make the little beggar understand, Chu Yang deleted the English parts of the lyrics and replaced them with humming. Soon, he sang to the chorus.