Chapter Fifty-Four: Lecturing

  Once again, Xiao Hong read through the production method of "Han Yun", and then casually picked up a concave stone, took out the tuning fork, and began to carve it on the stone with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes.

  After such a long time of contact, it can be said that Xiao Hong is quite familiar with carving patterns. The operation of the knife, the rotation of the corner, and the control of the force are all just right.

  In less than a minute, on the pure white paper, appeared a complex pattern of lines and strokes. From these lines, not a hint of amateurishness could be seen, but rather a sense of maturity and experience that came from years of practice.

  Then Xiao Hong began to mix the magic potion, inject it into the loadstone, and activate it.

  As no thread-in-thread technology was used, manufacturing Han Yun did not consume too much horsepower.

  As soon as the "Hanyun" was manufactured, Xiao Hong sat on the bed and drove the newly made Hanyun. In an instant, Xiao Hong felt that his body had become a obstacle course, with some parts feeling like rugged mountain roads, others like narrow and winding mountain valleys, and so on.

  At this moment, the power of Yu Li in his body has become unable to move freely. If Xiao Hong wants to mobilize the power of Yu Li again, he needs to overcome these obstacles that hinder his body.

  But to get through, you need to have enough driving accuracy, so that the training of driving accuracy is also achieved. Similarly, the intensity of such training should be better than the physical training method.

  Having cleared his mind of distractions as much as possible, Xiao Hong began to focus his energy and tentatively navigate through the obstacles with great care.

  Under normal circumstances, the power of manipulation in the body mobilization, it takes about 30 seconds to complete a lap around the body. However, with these obstacles, Xiao Hong took a full five minutes to barely complete one lap.

  What Xiao Hong needs to do now is to improve his control accuracy and speed up this encirclement.

  After practicing for two hours, Xiao Hong finally withdrew his "Han Yun", and in an instant, it was as if he had removed a heavy chain, the power within his body became much lighter.

  He lightly wiped the sweat from his forehead, but Xiao Hong didn't stop cultivating. Instead, he switched to the Xiangxiang magic pattern and continued to cultivate his own riding strength, which was also the only standard for measuring riding strength nowadays.

  Although his own driving force has reached the sixth level of driving, Xiao Hong has not stopped his desire to improve his driving force. There are many factors that involve Xiao Hong, including the dark blue magic bead that has not been opened for a long time, and the strange disease in his body. A year's time is now rapidly passing by, Xiao Hong must seize the opportunity to enhance his strength and find a solution.

  That slowly worsening strange illness was like a fierce tiger, always chasing after Xiao Hong from behind, not daring to stop.

  As for the beauty medicine tattoos, Xiao Hong did not plan to make them today, but instead prepared to use most of his spiritual energy on self-cultivation, and the remaining energy would still be used for research. He would start formally making the tattoos tomorrow, also planning to apply the technique of tattooing within tattoos to some of the beauty medicine tattoos.

  In the blink of an eye, four days have passed, and Xiao Hong's driving force has reached 662 units. At this rate of improvement, it can't be considered very fast. This mainly depends on the fact that as the level of driving force increases, it becomes increasingly difficult to upgrade, and the effect of driving fragrance also weakens accordingly.

  So, Xiao Hong wants to quickly improve his driving skills like before, he must consider using concave patterns or texture-in-texture technology, using a large amount of precious materials to create the second-generation driving magic pattern, but that requires a prerequisite, which is what Xiao Hong lacks most, that is money!

  At this thought, Xiao Hong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

  Sitting in front of the desk, a fifth-level beauty medicine pattern was made, and Xiao Hong put it into the wooden box. Now, there are five beauty medicine patterns inside, two of which use the pattern-in-pattern technique, and the rest have ordinary ones as well as those using concave pattern technology.

  Among these medicines, there are whitening ones, moisturizing skin ones, and cell-activating wrinkle-removing ones, and so on.

  And these five magic tattoos also cost Xiao Hong 8 gold coins. Whether they will be successful or not depends on the effect after opening tomorrow.

  "I hope it works, otherwise I'll be drinking northwest wind from now on." Muttering to himself, Xiao Hong carefully locked the wooden box in the drawer, then picked up a cloth bag and put the organized notebook and pen inside. He grabbed a piece of bread and took a bite, then walked out of the room, leaving Dahong Pharmacy and heading towards the Nanyuan District.

  Because today is exactly the day when Sang Hongyun gives lessons to Ya Tong once a month, starting at 1 pm.

  This is an opportunity that is hard to come by for Xiao Hong, who has always relied on self-study and has almost never received any guidance from others.

  Having read a large number of books over the years, I have naturally accumulated many questions. This is a good opportunity to listen to Master Sang Hongyun's explanation. If possible, I would also like to ask Master Sang some questions.

  At one o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Hong arrived at one of Sang Hongyun's residences on time according to the address. Here was not as luxurious and atmospheric as Xiao Hong had imagined, but a very rustic manor. Through the low wall, you can see the lush lawn inside, the scattered flowers, and a clear stream flowing slowly through the middle.

  In the very center, there is a slightly larger wooden house with a reddish-brown color, looking still simple and solemn, without any hint of luxury, but with more connotation.

  When he arrived at the door, he took out the invitation letter given to him by Zhao Qing. The butler at the door didn't make any difficulties and let Xiao Hong in directly.

  The whole residence is almost zero in vigilance, and there's nothing strange about it. With a great pharmacist like Sang Hongyun, who needs protection?

  As he stepped through the delicate wooden door, a faint floral scent mixed with the fragrance of soil entered Xiao Hong's nostrils, and at the same time, the elegant sound of an ancient zither floated into his ears. The sound was soft and gentle, and if one listened carefully, it would lead people to become entranced and intoxicated.

  Following the butler's guidance, Xiao Hong soon arrived at a grand hall entrance and looked inside. He saw dozens of young people in their late teens to early twenties already seated at rows of small wooden tables, facing the lectern at the front door. Sang Hongyun was sitting upright among them, stroking a brush pen with his fingertips. Sang Hongyun wore casual clothes, his expression calm and composed, without any hint of his usual majesty and arrogance, only focus and immersion.

  On one side of the podium, Zhao Qing and Zhang Xinlei stood respectfully, their expressions calm.

  The medicine boy under the stage, obviously his mind was not on the piano sound, each and every one of them was extremely respectful, not daring to make a single big movement, just like a statue.

  Without being invited, Xiao Hong didn't hesitate and stepped right in, finding a seat near the front and sitting down. He rested his chin on one hand, closed his eyes slightly, and listened intently.

  One minute later, the beautiful piano sound came to an end.

  Xiang Hongyun slightly raised his head, glanced at the students under the podium, and his gaze lingered on Xiao Hong's body for a fraction of a second. It wasn't because Xiao Hong was particularly outstanding, but because he had just realized that only Xiao Hong seemed to be truly listening to his music, while everyone else appeared awkward.

  "Every time you come, I play a piece of music on the piano. Do you know why?" San Hongyun suddenly asked softly, and Bei also leaned back slowly against the back of the chair.

  The room fell silent, with no one daring to answer voluntarily, in other words, they didn't know why either.

  "Xiao Hong, you're here for the first time today. I also saw that just now, only you were listening alone. Do you know why?" Shan Hongyun slowly shifted his gaze to Xiao Hong and asked calmly.

  "Learning is the way, those who enter the way must first calm their minds like water." Xiao Hong responded with a peaceful expression, quoting what he saw in "The Biography of Zuo": "The implied meaning is that we should remove our impetuousness and listen to your lesson with a calm attitude."

  Sang Hongyun heard this and did not make a sound, he just slightly nodded his head.

  Other children, although they had read books, the amount of reading was not comparable to Xiao Hong's. Therefore, when Xiao Hong spoke, they seemed to understand but didn't really get it, and couldn't help but glance at him with a mixture of confusion and disdain.

  "What did you think of the piano sound just now?" asked Sang Hongyun.

  "Like spring rain, nourishing things without a sound, like morning mist, drifting and elusive yet intangible." Xiao Hong continued to answer, his words elegant and refined.

  "Are you flattering me?" asked Sang Hongyun with a relaxed tone.

  "No, I'm just bragging about the sound of the zither." Xiao Hong responded.

  "Oh." San Hongyun made such a sound, but there was a hint of a smile between his eyebrows. His series of questions just now were to see how Xiao Hong's cultural accomplishment was, and it seemed to be very good. At the same time, it also indirectly confirmed a fact: that Xiao Hong had indeed read all those books at home.

  Then, Sang Hongyun stopped paying attention to Xiao Hong, put down the zither and began to explain in a soft voice: "Today, I will be talking about the principles of magic tattoos. When it comes to magic tattoos, the concept that is inseparable from them is 'Yùlì' (驭力). Many people interpret Yùlì as the soul or spirit, which isn't wrong. Yùlì is a fundamental force within our bodies, a kind of energy that supports our consciousness and senses. More importantly, it can control magic tattoos. For example, if we compare the Yùlì in our bodies to energy, then magic tattoos are like various machines. The level of Yùlì is like voltage; the higher the voltage, the larger the machine that can be driven, and the machine can reflect different effects..."

  Sang Hongyun began to talk eloquently, with a gentle and relaxed tone, all knowledge points were explained in the most vivid analogies, making it easier for people to accept.

  The reactions of the medicine boys under the stage were varied, some still looked very tense, thinking that it was Sang Hongyun on the stage, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly, let alone listen carefully. Others, regardless of whether they could understand or not, kept nodding frequently, pretending to understand and show approval.

  Xiao Hong alone, regardless of 30 or 27, opened his notebook, perked up his ears, and listened to Sang Hongyun's lecture while desperately taking notes.