"Is it so powerful?"
Hearing Xu Qing's question, Jiang He slowly closed her mouth and shook her head with a serious expression, "This kung fu … is immortal."
She couldn't imagine that the embroidery needle could be so powerful that it could pull a house away … Jiang He looked down at her hands. At most, she could use it as a hidden weapon to hit a target a few meters away and cause some minor injuries — it might not even be able to penetrate the bones. It was very difficult for the embroidery needle to kill people.
"What about this?"
While she was still in shock, Xu Qing clicked on another video. This time, it was Kung Fu.
"There is nothing in the world of kung fu that cannot be broken, only speed cannot be broken. "
The old man sat on a chair and shot himself in the head with a gun. Xu Qing explained from the side, "This is a gun … a super powerful hidden weapon, much more powerful than your dart."
The video was played in slow motion, so Jiang He didn't feel anything. She was still shocked by the embroidery needle she just saw and the fancy Qing Gong that flew around in the sky.
If the Second Head Enforcer were to use his pair of hammers to smash the rock, he might be able to break a piece of the rock. However, in the movie, the man was sent flying and smashed into the rock. Whether it was the hardness of his body or the force he received, it was terrifying …
Bang!
Stephen Chow punched the building and left a huge handprint on it.
Jiang He's hair stood on end and he subconsciously took a step back. He arched his body like a little wild cat that had its fur standing on end and stared at the screen in disbelief. After a while, he slowly shifted his gaze to Xu Qing's face.
"Is this … your strength?"
"No, no! It's all fake! "
Seeing that Jiang He was so serious, Xu Qing was terrified. He was afraid that she would pull him up and show him.
"I saw it just now."
"Ahem … It was imagined by us, and then we tried to make a movie with tools — anyway, it's all fake."
"Really?" Jiang He obviously didn't believe it.
"Fake … Bah, real."
"Is it real or fake?"
"Real … Kung Fu is fake." Xu Qing felt a headache coming on. There was really no way to explain the gap in their knowledge. They were not in the same dimension at all.
He moved the mouse and searched for a while on the computer. Then, he found a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon that he had edited and played it while explaining.
"Look, how can there be so many styles of clothing in the same world? They're all the ancient people in our imagination … No, the wuxia novels in our imagination are just placed in an ancient setting and then created with props … Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"It's normal that you don't understand. When you get familiar with this world, you'll understand what movies are and what art is … Watch this."
Xu Qing couldn't let Jiang He learn slowly, so he could only try to teach her by spoon-feeding her and let her understand the world simply and crudely. After a few days, when the handwriting tablet arrived, he would teach her how to use the computer. Anyway, the tablet had a voice input function.
Before that, he had to understand some things about Jiang He's world.
The exciting fight between Yu Jiaolong and Yu Xiulian was playing on the computer, but Jiang He's mind was no longer on it.
"Is your First Master's Kung Fu that good?"
Xu Qing asked again when they were fighting in the bamboo forest.
If this still didn't work, then he would have to look for something like Huo Yuanjia or One Man's Martial Arts …
"Almost." Jiang He answered casually. She glanced at the two people floating on the bamboo on the screen, paused, and added, "Except for this movement technique."
"Oh? You don't have Qinggong? "
Xu Qing was a little disappointed. In his opinion, the most charming part of wuxia novels was the graceful movement technique and Qinggong. This was a harmonious society. Who would fight and kill for no reason? Practicing Kung Fu didn't have much use, except for Qinggong — elegant and cool.
"Yes, but … most people specialize in one. I think only the Second Mother can do such a good movement technique in the village. Her Kung Fu isn't as good as these two people."
When the movie ended, Jiang He was still stuck in Stephen Chow's Buddha's Palm, unable to extricate herself.
Inhuman!
She looked at the computer screen hesitantly. She couldn't imagine how a person could practice Kung Fu to such a level … No, it should be called magic.
Xu Qing didn't continue playing the movie. He thought for a while and searched for Chen Daozhang's video on the internet. He picked out the part where the shadow could be seen from the "Eagle Claw Skill".
"Hey, do you know how to do this?"
He raised his eyebrows at Jiang He.
"What is this?"
"Didn't you see it? It's … Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! " Xu Qing waved his hands and imitated the movements in the video. "You can make a shadow with your bare hands and make a sound … It's not that I don't trust you, I just want to broaden my horizons."
After gradually accepting Jiang He's identity, his curiosity was almost bursting. Unfortunately, Jiang He had only shown a unique skill of darts yesterday. Everything else was mediocre.
Jiang He's eyes flashed. She looked at the computer screen again, took a step back and made a pose. She imitated the movements in the video. The sound of air breaking came from her hands. Xu Qing was shocked and looked at her with his mouth half open.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Xu Qing nodded vigorously.
Jiang He stopped the pose and smiled at Xu Qing. "Let me know when you want to learn. I'll teach you how to stand."
After saying that, she awkwardly pulled her clothes, took the sword and went back to her room. She turned to look at the fat cat in the corner of the living room and closed the door.
There was no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Regarding the fact that Xu Qing wanted to help her, Jiang He had been holding back. She always felt that it was not like what Xu Qing had said: When the cat was wandering outside, he also picked it up.
A good person without a purpose was always hard to make people feel at ease.
Now that she found out Xu Qing's purpose, she finally felt relieved. It turned out that he wanted to learn Kung Fu.
All his actions could be explained now.
Jiang He exhaled and felt much more relaxed. She slowly drew out the long sword in her hand, and the scene from the movie reappeared in her mind.
This world seemed so dangerous …
She measured the size of the room with her eyes, walked around the wall with small steps, held the long sword in her hand, and practiced swordsmanship in this small room.
…
Xu Qing didn't sneak up to Jiang He's room door to listen to the movements in her room. It would be too obscene, and it would be hard to explain if he was discovered.
He casually browsed the recent news to see if there were any supernatural incidents elsewhere, but naturally, he found nothing. Last night, he couldn't sleep until very late. After a few yawns, Xu Qing couldn't stand it anymore. He closed the computer and went back to the bedroom, lying on the bed to take a nap.
There was a heroine sleeping in the opposite room. With such a wonderful feeling, he had an even more wonderful dream. When he woke up, it was already sunset.
The afterglow of dusk shone into the room through the window, giving the room a warm hue. Xu Qing looked at the time, rubbed his face, and got up to change his clothes. He was ready to take Jiang He out for a walk and see the world.
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