Chapter 55: The Devil of Questions! (Part 1)

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  An hour's lesson is a long and difficult ordeal for the shy young man, but for Xiao Hong, it seems to have left an unfulfilled feeling.

  What Sang Hongyun taught was undoubtedly of great help to Xiao Hong, but there were still many things that Xiao Hong did not understand.

  "Today's lesson is over, I don't know if anyone still has questions." Sang Hongyun asked aloud, but he didn't expect anyone to ask him questions face-to-face. He also knew in his heart that most people had a deep respect for him, and such a question was just a casual remark.

  However, at this moment, Sang Hongyun forgot one person, that is Xiao Hong. Almost as soon as his words came out, Xiao Hong carefully raised his arm and made a not-so-standard gesture of raising his hand.

  Seeing Xiao Hong's actions, the other medicine boys narrowed their eyes slightly and looked at Xiao Hong, couldn't help but feel deeply moved by Xiao Hong's boldness. A small medicine boy, actually dared to ask questions to Sang Hongyun face-to-face, if he wasn't careful, his life would be in danger.

  Looking at Sang Hongyun, Xiao Hong saw him nod slightly and raise an eyebrow, but his expression remained unchanged. He thought to himself, "How could I have forgotten about him?" But he didn't think much of it and asked in a soft voice, "Xiao Hong, do you have any questions?"

  Xiao Hong did not respond immediately, but carefully carried a notebook to Sang Hongyun's side, placed the notebook flat in front of Sang Hongyun, and pointed to the contents: "This, about the arc degree and depth coordination of the magic pattern, there are some places I don't quite understand."

  Xiang Hongyun glanced at Xiao Hong's notebook, which was filled with dense writing and diagrams. However, it was still clear and concise, without any unnecessary words. Xiang Hongyun began to explain, speaking briefly and clearly in just a few sentences.

  He paused for a moment, thought for a while, Xiao Hong nodded slightly, and then summarized San Hongyun's words in a few words. He pointed to the notebook again: "There is another question."

  This is a graphical problem, it's a failed pattern, and Xiao Hong studied for half a day, but still didn't know where he went wrong.

  Sang Hongyun took another look, took the pen from Xiao Hong's hand, and added a stroke to the failed magic pattern with great ease. The originally failed magic pattern instantly became a successful magic pattern diagram.

  "And... there's a third question." Xiao Hong carefully turned the page in front of Sang Hongyun, speaking extremely respectfully, after all, he was asking for something.

  The people under the stage heard Xiao Hong's words and couldn't help but look at each other in dismay.

  "Wow, that kid's got guts! One question isn't enough, he has to ask three in a row."

  "Who says it isn't? Be careful, one misspoken word and you'll offend Lord Sang Hongyun."

  The medicine boy under the stage lowered his voice and discussed, his eyes occasionally glancing at the speaker on the podium, that thin Xiao Hong, couldn't help but curl his lips.

  At this time, in Tai Wu City, Quan Cang's voice had not subsided, but instead became even more high-pitched in secret. The mayor of Tai Wu City had already awarded Quan Cang the title of Five-Star Citizen, even though Quan Cang had never appeared again.

  As for the various major forces, they have also begun to take action to find Guan Cang, with some openly trying to win him over, but most of them are secretly investigating his true identity.

  Everyone is very clear that finding Quan Cang means what, and now it has been madly passed on as a substitute for Sang Hongyun. More importantly, the mysterious and extremely valuable technology of Quan Cang makes all major forces covet it.

  At this moment, the principal of Xijin Mogu Academy is sitting in his office, browsing through some relevant materials. It can be said that Xijin's master, Hongbo Financial Group, is also secretly searching for someone.

  For the concave pattern news that was auctioned before, it is also spreading rapidly now. For a master weaver like Chai Sang, he can be said to have all the relevant information at his fingertips. When mentioning concave patterns, the first thing that comes to mind is undoubtedly Dege.

  This stubborn old man from 400 years ago had such an idea, and Chai Sang immediately began to mobilize his subordinates to thoroughly investigate Dejie's descendants.

  However, such a thorough investigation has had a rather unclear effect. The most important reason is that the years have been too long ago. Deji's grandson's sons are estimated to have rotted away without leaving any bones. Moreover, Deji was very mysterious in his actions before his death, and no one knows how many children he had.

  The only clue that can be obtained is that Deji's eldest son did not inherit his father's legacy and continue to study concave patterns, but instead went into business. The trail then completely disappeared here. It is said that Deji was not the only one with a descendant, but there is no information available for investigation.

  Chisango himself also tried to make a concave pattern, but the effect was not obvious at all. According to Chisango's inference, the concave pattern should only be a platform for strengthening certain technologies.

  Dong, dong, dong.

  At this moment, three knocks on the door sounded, and a young man in a purple long shirt walked in slowly, with slightly long hair and a pointed chin. He was Alron, Chaisang's first subordinate, a fifth-level Rider, who was trying to break through to the level of a Master Rider.

  "Principal, the task you entrusted to me is almost done. According to your previous instructions, I found the descendant of Deji's eldest son in Luojicheng. Here is her information." Ah Long said, and slowly placed a stack of documents on Chai Sang's office desk.

  Chai Sang flipped through the documents, but a hint of disappointment flashed across his face. The records showed that she was the granddaughter of Dejie's eldest son in the tenth generation, and it was already quite distant. Her life had also been thoroughly investigated, and now she was struggling to make ends meet by running a street stall. As for Ah Mianwen, he knew almost nothing about him, not even remembering that his ancestor was Dejie.

  I'd like to ask, how could such a person possibly have any connection with Quan Zang?

  The most important thing is that she is no longer in Tai Wu City, and it can now be confirmed that Quan Cang should have been in Tai Wu City or its surrounding areas for a long time.

  "It seems that Dejie's eldest son is out of the question." Chai Sang muttered to himself, casually throwing the documents into the drawer and then began to think hard.

  At Sang Hongyun's residence, the time had already reached four o'clock in the afternoon. The lecture hall had become quiet, and only the faint sound of running water could be heard outside the door.

  In the lecture hall, the medicine boys did not leave, but instead opened their mouths wide, staring at the podium above, motionless, like statues. Their eyes were filled with incredulity, and from time to time, the corners of their mouths seemed to be saying that they were still alive.

  Even Zhao Qing and Zhang Xinlei are now covered in black lines, their expressions also slightly strange.

  "Uh... The 83rd question is about materials, here."

  In the lecture hall, Xiao Hong's slightly respectful words came over, and his fingertips lightly tapped on the notebook.

  At this time, Sang Hongyun's expression remained calm and peaceful, sitting upright in his seat, without a hint of impatience or displeasure, just quietly sitting there, answering every question.

  Just above the forehead, a faint thin sweat, as if silently telling something.

  Two hours, a full two hours, Xiao Hong's questioning had not stopped at all, and it had almost become a question machine. Or, now that they had finally caught Sang Hongyun, how could they not take the opportunity to extract knowledge from him?

  Sang Hongyun himself, at this time, would not possibly show any displeasure or impatience. This is not his character, nor his style, and it would also be unbecoming of him. Similarly, he could not possibly refuse Xiao Hong in public, nor dare to make Xiao Hong leave.

  After all, doing so in public is no different from admitting defeat. He can no longer withstand Xiao Hong's barrage of questions. In front of his two senior apprentices and so many young medicine boys, it's undoubtedly very embarrassing. However, fortunately, Sang Hongyun relied on his strong endurance and still had a lot of energy.

  "Since you want to waste time, then come on." Sang Hongyun thought to himself, and then he focused his eyes on Xiao Hong's notes, continuing to answer clearly and concisely.

  ……

  An hour later, the sweat on Sang Hongyun's forehead had become much heavier, and his originally neat collar was now open. His calm expression also showed a hint of surprise.

  Look at the medicine boy under the stage, his chin is almost hitting the table.

  "The 142nd question..."

  People only heard such perverted words from Xiao Hong's mouth, and as for what problems followed afterwards, people have become numb. Before, they would still think about these problems, but now, they seem to have completely lost their ability to think.

  "Hey, that freak called Xiao Hong, where did he pop out from?" Zhang Xinlei asked in a low voice, turning to Zhao Qing.

  "It was discovered unintentionally, and the master thought he was quite capable of learning, so he brought him over." Zhao Qing responded, and his heart was shocked repeatedly.

  "Yes, indeed, it's quite good to learn from him, and he's also very bold. In our time, who would have dared? " Zhang Xinlei responded, relying on his understanding of Sang Hongyun over the years, Zhang Xinlei himself was also very clear that at first, it was indeed asking questions, but now I estimate that Master should regard him as an opponent, just wanting to see who can outlast whom between him and Xiao Hong.

  "Cough, cough." Facing Xiao Hong's question, Sang Hongyun suddenly coughed a few times, picked up the towel beside him, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said softly: "Wait a minute, I'll have a drink of water."

  As he spoke, Sang Hongyun slowly picked up the teacup beside him, but unfortunately found that there was no water in it.

  "I'm coming, I'm coming." At this time, Xiao Hong looked very obedient and carefully took over Sang Hongyun's teacup, came to the water dispenser on one side, filled the teacup with water. When asking for something from others, Xiao Hong put on this appearance, which was also a common human behavior.

  Just then, a man in black casual clothes suddenly walked into the lecture hall from the other side and whispered a few words in Zhao Qing's ear before walking away.