Xu Qing felt that what Jiang He should learn most was Chinese, but after much deliberation, he didn't know how to teach it.
This is not like mathematics, which has fixed formulas and problem-solving ideas. Many Chinese workbooks are memorizing texts and ancient poems. Although memorizing is not very useful, it can gradually affect people—to put it another way, this depends on time. To be nurtured for a long time.
The aroma of books will not be cultivated by reading one or two books, it needs continuous reading and accumulation.
A scholar with super high martial arts is excellent when you think about it. Xu Qing is looking forward to Jiang He's appearance at that time.
"The autumn wind is moving thousands of miles, the sun is setting and the clouds are high, do you know where the most powerful scholars are?"
"Can you compose poetry?"
"No, it's the ability to describe the most complicated things in minimalist words, so it's easy for smart people to talk to each other, and sometimes even a single action can tell what the other person means."
"Then why is it so difficult for you to talk to me?"
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Looking at Xu Qing's eyes, Jiang He blinked, then suddenly realized, and lowered his head in shame.
"Continue, this short ten words can describe the time, place, scenery and autumn wind. If you were asked to describe the wilderness we saw when we went out, what would you say?"
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There was a long silence.
"Let's go to the field in the afternoon. There's a lot of corn and it's so hot outside." Jiang He said bravely.
"good."
"Where is it good?" Jiang He felt that Xu Qing was mocking himself.
"Simply say simple things, and be accurate. Don't you want to directly say famous lines that have been passed down through the ages?" Xu Qing thinks that this is enough for now. If you change something that is unclear, you should dance and talk Gestures, the corn leaves are very long, a large piece, the weather is so hot, the sun is so bright, there are no clouds, and it is not sunny...
That would really be like teaching elementary school students.
"Only after you have learned the simplicity can you learn the complexity. It is even more difficult to make a long story about a small thing." Xu Qing marked her on the book with a pen, "For example, this poem, you must first understand what it means before you can understand it." Say one, two, three, and explain to me in a simple and detailed manner what the author is talking about. Otherwise, you can only say a lot of incomprehensible words, and there must be input before output, understand?"
"Why didn't you become a teacher?"
"Aren't you doing it now?"
"Well… "
Jiang He rubbed his feet on his leg a few times, rolling his eyes.
Sure enough, Xu Qing lived his addiction as a teacher with her.
"Let's continue reading."
Xu Qing grabbed her feet and put them in her arms, stroking the insteps with her hands, thinking about the 'use' that Jiang He said.
So quickly taught bad by the Internet.
Still not enough homework...
Jiang He sat sideways and read the book for a while, then straightened up quietly to see what he was doing, and was shocked when he saw a certain treasure page on Xu Qing's phone: "What are you doing?!"
"Don't you think you need to read more?"
"There are enough books now!"
"As an ancient person who has not received the nine-year obligation, you need to work harder."
"I don't take the exam." Jiang He stared nervously at his phone, afraid that Xu Qing would press it.
"That's right, you don't need to take the exam... But you still have to read the books, otherwise you will easily listen to the prejudices on the Internet and become cyber violent."
"That's not so much, is it?"
"Well, half of it is actually not all yours, and some are novels, and I read them too."
Xu Qing shook his phone. There were also a full set of "Three-Body Problem" and "Dune" in it. There were too many mystery novels on the bookshelf, and he wanted to add some science fiction to it.
Reading good books and playing fun games is better than watching movies when you are tired from playing games.
It takes time to do anything, and a person has only so much time. If there are more good habits, the corresponding bad habits will be forced to decrease.
…
When the courier arrived the next day, Jiang He was quite nervous, still wondering why the book bought yesterday was delivered so quickly.
Xu Qing received the package and came in with a long package. Jiang He's eyes lit up instantly, and he jumped up from his chair.
"My sword!"
"Yes, your logistics... is much slower than Ruanjian." Xu Qing sat on a chair and watched her unpacking excitedly.
Inside is the Miao Sword, 1.58 meters long and close to 1.6 meters. In Jiang He's hands, it looks like a thug in human form.
"Now it's time to buy a Miao knife. It should look better with a little curvature." He rubbed his chin and muttered.
"No, I just like swords."
Jiang He held a long sword nearly 1.6 meters in one hand, and subconsciously wanted to turn it around twice to look at the surrounding tables and chairs, and forcibly resisted the urge.
"Can you dance a sword with such a long body?" Xu Qing was curious.
"Yes, I just need to get acquainted with it." Jiang He said bluntly, there was no way to use it here, he could only watch with the sword across his arm, and stroked the blade with his fingers. Xu Qing's burning eyes made it easy to see Come out how much she likes this great sword.
"You don't want to sleep with it at night, do you?"
"how come."
Jiang He said no, but his expression looked like he wanted to hug him every day.
If such a sword is practiced more, she will be invincible.
"You didn't make such a big sword at that time? Didn't you say that an inch is long and an inch is strong?"
"It's so long and easy to break, and it's expensive and heavy. How can it be like this... this..."
Jiang He doesn't know how to describe it, anyway, any place is suitable, if it is sharpened...
I can only think about it, in the modern society, no matter how I like it, I can only use it as a figure in Xu Qing's mouth, and use it for fun.
"Will it be confiscated if you take it out?" she asked.
"For sure, this is a super-controlled knife. Look at the tip... Be careful not to poke me." Xu Qing pointed to the tip of the sword and told her the control range of the arc and length.
There is no sword stand yet, so wait until there are more, at least four or five swords, before thinking about it, otherwise it will be meaningless to put it on, and it might arouse Jiang He's desire to collect it, and want to hang it full of swords.
This thing is just like a figurine, it will be fun to get a different one every two months, but if you buy a lot at once, you will only feel empty.
Jiang He didn't think about it too much for the time being, the Miao sword was poked at his side, the real thing looked longer than the picture, and when it reached Jiang He's chin, he couldn't hold the sword with both hands, so he could only hold it diagonally behind his back with the sheath , or carried on the shoulders to facilitate walking.
The handle of the sword is also super long, it can be used with one hand or two hands, and if it is two hands...
Jiang He gestured with his hand, very satisfied, and generously handed it to Xu Qing: "I'll give you a try."
"I'll just forget it..."
Feeling the heavy weight, Xu Qing threw it back and picked up the Longquan sword next to it: "What is your name? I never hurt the unknown."
"Salt Gang Jiang He, do you want to fight with me?" Jiang He cooperated with him, swishing off the scabbard, and the 1.6-meter sword with a cold metal light appeared, making the sword in Xu Qing's hand look like a sword. like a toy.
The little Jiang He held a big sword, and the tall Xu Qing held a three-foot long sword like a toy, and they faced each other in the living room.
"Jiangcheng, Xu Qing."
"Modern, Jiang He."
"I have been all-powerful all my life, and I have never been able to turn my sword back to defend, so this sword only attacks, not defends, and the sword moves at will. martial arts..."
Jiang Nvxia couldn't stand his chatter, and impatiently raised the tip of her sword, "There's so much nonsense, look at the sword!"
The big long sword was raised flat, and it could poke him with a single thrust forward.
Hey, Forty Meter Broadsword is so much fun.
Xu Qing turned around and swished back to the room.