Xu Qing felt that Jiang He should learn Chinese the most, but no matter how he thought about it, he did not know how to teach it.
This was not like mathematics, where there were fixed formulas and ways to solve problems. Many Chinese language workbooks required students to memorize texts and ancient poems. Although memorizing them was not very useful, it could slowly influence a person. From another perspective, this was something that required a long period of time to nurture.
The aroma of a book would not be nurtured by reading one or two books. It needed to be accumulated by reading continuously.
A scholar with superb martial arts skills was outstanding. Xu Qing was looking forward to seeing how Jiang He would look like at that time.
"The autumn wind blows thousands of miles, the sun sets and the yellow clouds hang high. Do you know what's the most powerful thing about a scholar?"
"Can you compose poems?"
"No, it's the ability to describe the most complicated things in the simplest words. That's why smart people talk to each other without much effort. Sometimes, they can even understand each other's meaning with just one action."
"Then why is it not simple when you talk to me?"
"…"
"…"
Looking at Xu Qing's eyes, Jiang He blinked and suddenly realized something. She lowered her head in shame.
"Continue. These few words can describe the time, place, scenery, and autumn wind. What if I ask you to describe the wilderness we see when we go out?"
"…"
"…"
There was a long silence.
"We'll go to the wilderness in the afternoon. There are so many corn, and it's so hot outside." Jiang He braced herself and said.
"Not bad."
"What's not bad?" Jiang He felt that Xu Qing was mocking her.
"Simple words to describe simple things. It's fine as long as it's accurate. Don't tell me you want to say a famous sentence that will be passed down for thousands of years?" Xu Qing felt that this was enough. If it was someone else who could not express it clearly, they would be gesticulating and gesticulating. The corn leaves were so long, and there were so many big pieces. The weather was so hot, and the sun was so bright. There were no clouds, and it was not sunny …
That would be like teaching a primary school student.
"You can only learn to be complex after you learn to be simple. It's harder to talk about a small thing in a long time." Xu Qing took the pen and marked it for her in the book. "For example, this poem. You have to understand its meaning first before you can say one, two, three, and explain to me in detail what the author is talking about. Otherwise, you'll only be able to say a bunch of incomprehensible things. You have to have input before you can output, understand? "
"Why didn't you become a teacher?"
"Aren't you doing it now?"
"Oh …"
Jiang He rubbed her feet against his thighs a few times and rolled her eyes.
Sure enough, Xu Qing was enjoying being a teacher here.
"Continue reading."
Xu Qing grabbed her foot and put it in his arms. He touched the back of her foot and thought about what Jiang He meant by "use."
She had been led astray by the Internet so quickly.
Or did he not have enough homework …
Jiang He sat sideways and read a book for a while. He quietly straightened his body to see what he was doing. When he saw a certain page on Xu Qing's phone, he was shocked. "What are you doing?!"
"Don't you think you need to study more?"
"I have enough books now!"
"As a person from ancient times who has not received nine years of compulsory education, you need to work harder."
"I'm not taking an exam." Jiang He stared at his phone nervously, afraid that Xu Qing would press it.
"That's right. You don't need to take an exam … but you still need to study. Otherwise, if you have nothing to do and don't study, it'll be easy to listen to the prejudice on the Internet and become a violent person."
"But I don't have to read so much, right?"
"Fine, I'll reduce it by half. Actually, not all of them are yours. There are some novels that I read too."
Xu Qing shook his phone. There was a full set of "The Three-Body Problem" and "Dune." There were too many mystery novels on the bookshelf, and he wanted to add some sci-fi.
Reading good books and playing fun games was better than watching movies when she was tired from playing games.
Everything needed time, and a person only had so much time. When good habits increased, the corresponding bad habits would be forced to decrease.
…
When the express delivery arrived the next day, Jiang He was very nervous. He was still wondering why the books he bought yesterday were delivered so quickly.
Xu Qing accepted the package and came in with a long package. Jiang He's eyes instantly lit up, and he jumped up from the chair.
"My sword!"
"Yes, your delivery … is much slower than a flexible sword." Xu Qing sat on the chair and watched her excitedly open the package.
Inside was a miao sword. It was 1.58 meters long, close to 1.6 meters, and in Jiang He's hands, it was simply a human thug.
"Now it looks like I should buy a miaodao. It should look better with a little curve," he muttered while rubbing his chin.
"No, I like swords."
Jiang He held a long sword that was nearly 1.6 meters long in one hand. He subconsciously wanted to spin it twice, looked at the tables and chairs around him, and forcibly resisted the urge.
"Can you practice swordsmanship with such a long sword?" Xu Qing was curious.
"Yes, I just need to familiarize myself with it." Jiang He said straightforwardly. There was no way to practice it here, so she could only hold the sword across her arm and look at it. She stroked the blade with her fingers, and the look of her burning eyes made it easy for Xu Qing to see how much she liked this big sword.
"You don't want to hold it to sleep at night, do you?"
"Of course not."
Jiang He said no, but his expression showed that he wanted to hold it every day.
If she practiced with such a sword more, she would be invincible.
"Didn't you guys make such a big sword back then? Didn't they say that an inch longer is an inch stronger? "
"Such a long sword will break easily, and it's expensive and heavy. How can you do this … this …"
Jiang He didn't know how to describe it. Anyway, it was suitable everywhere. If it was sharpened …
She could only think about it. In a harmonious society, no matter how much she liked it, she could only be a figurine in Xu Qing's mouth and play with it when she had nothing to do.
"Will it be confiscated if I take it out?" she asked.
"Definitely. This is a super controlled knife. Look at the tip … Be careful not to poke me." Xu Qing pointed at the tip of the sword and told her about the controlled range of the arc and length.
There was no sword rack yet. She would consider it when there were more, at least four or five swords. Otherwise, it would be meaningless to put it on. It might even stimulate Jiang He's collection desire and make her want to hang it all over the sword.
This thing was like a figurine. She would be happy if she made a different one every two months, but if she bought a lot at once, she would only feel empty.
Jiang He didn't think too much about it for the time being. The real thing looked longer than the picture, longer than Jiang He's chin. He couldn't use the sword with both hands even if he wanted to. He could only carry the scabbard diagonally behind his back or carry it on his shoulder to make it easier to walk.
The hilt was also very long. It could be used with one or two hands. If it was two hands …
Jiang He held it and gestured. She was very satisfied and generously handed it to Xu Qing. "Try it."
"I think I'll pass …"
Xu Qing felt the heavy weight and threw it back. He picked up the Dragon Spring Sword beside him. "What is your name? I never hurt a nameless person. "
"Jiang He from the Salt Clan, do you want to fight me?" Jiang He cooperated with him and removed the scabbard. The 1.6 meter long sword glinted with a cold metallic light, making the sword in Xu Qing's hand look like a toy.
The small Jiang He held the big sword and the tall Xu Qing held the one meter long sword that looked like a toy. They stood opposite each other in the living room.
"Jiang City, Xu Qing."
"Modern, Jiang He."
"I've been all-powerful all my life. No one has ever been able to force me to withdraw my sword for defense. Therefore, this sword only attacks and not defends. The sword moves at will and the sword comes first. The nine sword styles have endless variations. No move is better than any move. It can break all the martial arts in the world …"
Jiang Nuxia couldn't stand his long-winded chatter. She impatiently raised the tip of her sword. "You talk too much. Watch my sword!"
The big long sword was raised horizontally. She could stab him with just one thrust.
Heh, a forty meter long sword was really fun.
Xu Qing turned around and hid in his room.
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