"Fusu, you're here just in time."
"I have something here that I need you to do."
"This matter is extremely urgent."
What?
Does the emperor have something for him to do?
Or is it an urgent matter? !
Fusu quickly said seriously, "Father, please give me your orders."
"I will do my best to get it done for you!"
Ying Zheng: "Okay."
"I have a technique that the Imperial Master just passed on to me, called movable type printing."
"yes........."
Ying Zheng briefly explained to Fusu the benefits and functions of movable type printing.
He also handed over the written recipe for printing.
He said earnestly, "I have always valued you."
"I'll leave this matter to you. Please complete it as soon as possible and print the teaching materials for the Women's Medical College."
This was the first time that Fusu was valued so highly by Ying Zheng, and he immediately spoke loudly.
"Please rest assured, Father! I will definitely fulfill your orders!"
Fusu took the prescription from Ying Zheng with both hands.
Ying Zheng: "Alright, go and have a good discussion with Dean Xia about the teaching materials."
"I and the Imperial Master still have some matters to discuss, so you may withdraw first."
Fusu: "Yes, father."
Xia Wuqie: "Yes, Your Majesty."
After saying that, the two of them retreated.
After leaving the hall, Fusu looked at Xia Wuqie and asked.
"Dean Xia, how is the research on the teaching materials for the Women's Medical College going? Has it been finalized?"
Dean Xia said, "Not yet, it has not been decided yet."
"I have been discussing this with the doctors these days. Once a decision is made, I will inform you immediately."
Fusu: "Okay, then I'll go make the model for movable type printing first."
"Once your teaching materials are finalized, I'll have someone carve it."
After that, Fusu and Xia Wuqi chatted for a few more words before going their separate ways.
This side of the main hall.
After Fusu and Xia Wuqie left, Qipan asked in confusion.
"Brother, what do you want from me?"
Why do we have to avoid Fusu and Xia Wuqie?
Ying Zheng: "I want to ask you about the little notebook I got from the system earlier."
"The one that can train how to capture the system."
"Oh...you mean the notebook?"
Qi Pan took out the small notebook from his pocket and said, "I just wanted to tell you this."
"Now that we have a way to deal with the system, we can't waste it."
"You have to try it according to the method and practice it well."
"If we encounter a time-traveling tasker or system again in the future, we'll have a way to deal with it."
“Not too passive.”
Ying Zheng: "That's right, I thought so too."
Qi Pan put the booklet in his hand into Ying Zheng's hand.
Ying Zheng opened it and took a look, then handed it back to Qi Pan.
"Sir, please pick out the more important content."
"I'll take a pen and paper and copy it down."
Ying Zheng felt that it was very necessary for him to learn simplified Chinese characters well.
Otherwise you won’t even be able to recognize all the characters.
Qipan: "Okay."
Look at Ying Zheng holding the paper and pen, ready to start writing at any time.
Qi Pan read out the important contents in the notebook one by one.
It focuses on methods of manipulating and controlling consciousness and using the consciousness capture system.
After reading it, Qihan put the booklet away.
Ying Zheng stopped writing and blew away the ink on the paper.
After it dried, I picked it up and looked at it carefully.
Ying Zheng didn't quite understand this consciousness control.
Qi Pan couldn't explain this mysterious feeling clearly.
I can only try my best to explain it in my own language.
To summarize, Qi Pan said: "Imagine there is an egg in your head."
"You have to lock it with your consciousness, and then keep squeezing it, making it smaller and smaller."
"Until it is squeezed into the size of a soybean, and then squeezed hard to make it burst."
Ying Zheng nodded thoughtfully.
Imagine you have an egg in your head.
Then focus and lock it in.
extrusion.
Keep squeezing.
Squeeze it smaller and smaller, then burst it.
Ying Zheng thought about what Qi Pan said while looking at the method on the paper.
Run a simulation in your mind.
The first time, I couldn't concentrate fully.
The second time, the simulation was successful and the egg was crushed.
On the third time, the picture became clearer and clearer, from locking, squeezing to bursting.
The fourth time...
The fifth time...
By the sixth time, the image in Ying Zheng's mind was as if he were pinching an egg with his own hands, tightening his five fingers, and instantly crushing it.
His consciousness is terrifyingly strong!
Qi Pan also realized Ying Zheng's situation in an instant.
Her eyes widened!
"Brother, you mastered it so quickly?"
Ying Zheng: "I'm not sure... I just feel it's a little strange."
“It’s like there’s a hand in my mind that makes whatever I want to do, I can do it easily.”
Not to mention pinching one egg, even pinching ten eggs is a bit difficult.
He also felt relaxed.
He didn't even need to squeeze the egg; it would break with a light poke of his finger.
Ying Zheng tried to think about it again and turned the egg into the appearance of the maggot of System 555.
The moment it appeared, before it could struggle, Ying Zheng instantly transformed his hand into a bronze sword.
Split the maggot into three pieces.
Dark green juice spurted out.
Ying Zheng then transformed the bronze sword into a handkerchief, wiped the juice off it, and burned it.
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