Xu Qing felt that the most important thing for Jiang He to learn 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 exercise books involve memorizing texts and reciting ancient poems. Although memorizing them is of little use, they can gradually have an impact on people. To put it another way, this depends on

It has been nurtured by time.

The aroma of books cannot be cultivated by reading one or two books. It requires continuous accumulation of reading.

A scholar with extremely high martial arts would be considered excellent if he thought about it. Xu Qing was looking forward to what Jiang He would look like at that time.

"The autumn wind is blowing thousands of miles, and the sun is setting and the clouds are high. Do you know where the most powerful place is for scholars?"

"Can you compose poetry?"

"No, I can describe the most complex things in simple words, so smart people can speak with very little effort. Sometimes, even with a single movement, you can know what the other person means."

"Then why is it not easy for you to talk to me?"

"..."

"..."

Looking at Xu Qing's eyes, Jiang He blinked, suddenly realized, and lowered his head in shame.

"Go on, these ten short 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?"

"..."

"..."

A long silence.

"Let's go to the wild in the afternoon. There's a lot of corn and it's so hot outside." Jiang He said bravely.

"good."

"What's good?" Jiang He felt that Xu Qing was mocking him.

"Simple words tell simple things, as long as they are accurate. Do you still want to directly say famous quotes that have been passed down through the ages?" Xu Qing feels that this is enough for now. If you change it to someone who can't express it clearly, you should be dancing and talking.

I can tell you that the corn leaves are so long, and they are so big, the weather is so hot, the sun is so bright, there are no clouds, and it is not sunny...

That would really feel like teaching primary school students.

"Only after you have learned to be simple can you learn to be complex. It is even more difficult to talk about a small thing in a long way." Xu Qing took a pen and marked it on the book for her, "For example, this poem, you have to understand what it means first.

Say one, two, three, and explain to me briefly and carefully what the author is talking about. Otherwise, you can only say a large piece of incomprehensible words. You must first input before you can output. Do you understand?"

"Why didn't you become a teacher?"

"Aren't you doing it now?"

"Well……"

Jiang He rubbed his feet on his legs a few times, his eyes rolling.

Sure enough, it was here that Xu Qing became addicted to being a teacher.

"Keep reading."

Xu Qing grabbed her feet and put them in his arms, stroking the instep of her feet with his hands, thinking about what Jiang He said about 'use'.

I was ruined by the Internet so quickly.

Still not enough homework...

Jiang He sat sideways and read for a while, then quietly straightened up 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 read more?"

"Enough books now!"

"As an ancient person who has not had the nine-year obligation, you need to work harder."

"I'm not taking the exam." Jiang He stared at his phone nervously, fearing that Xu Qing would press it.

"That's right, you don't have to take exams...but you still have to read books. Otherwise, if you don't study while doing nothing, it will be easy to listen to the prejudices on the Internet and become an online violent person."

"Then it doesn't need so much, right?"

"Okay, cut it in half. Actually, not all of it is yours. Some of it is novels, and I read them too."

Xu Qing shook his cell phone. There was also a complete set of "Three Body" and "Dune" in it. There were too many mystery novels on the bookshelf. He wanted to add some science fiction to the list.

It is better to read good books and play interesting games than to watch movies when you are tired from playing games.

Doing anything takes time, and a person only has so much time. As good habits increase, the corresponding bad habits will be forced to decrease.

…

When the express delivery arrived the next day, Jiang He was very nervous and still wondered why the book he bought yesterday was 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 his chair.

"My sword!"

"Yes, your logistics...is much slower than Ruanjian." Xu Qing sat on a chair and watched her excitedly unpacking.

Inside is the Miao Jian, which is 1.58 meters long and nearly 1.6 meters long. When placed in Jiang He's hand, it looks like a humanoid thug.

"Now I think I should buy a Miao Dao. It should look better with a little curvature." He touched his chin and muttered.

"No, I just like swords."

Jiang He held a long sword of nearly 1.6 meters in one hand. He subconsciously wanted to turn around twice and look at the tables and chairs around him, but he resisted the urge.

"Can you still dance a sword at such a long age?" Xu Qing was curious.

"Yes, I just need to get familiar with it." Jiang He said simply. There was no way to use it here. He could only put the sword across his arm and look at it. He ran his fingers across the blade. The scorching look in his eyes made it easy for Xu Qing to see.

Show how much she likes this big sword.

"You don't want to sleep with it at night, do you?"

"how come."

Jiang He said he didn't know, but his expression looked like he wished he could hold her every day.

If she practices with such a sword more often, she will be invincible.

"You didn't make such big swords at that time? Didn't you say that every inch is longer and every inch is stronger?"

"It's so long, easy to break, expensive, and heavy. How can it be so...such..."

Jiang He didn't know how to describe it. Anyway, it would be suitable anywhere. If it was sharpened...

I can only think about it. In modern society, no matter how much you like it, you can only treat it as a figurine in Xu Qing’s mouth and play with it when you have nothing to do.

"Will it be confiscated if I take it out?" she asked.

"Sure, this is a super-regulated knife. Look at the point...be careful not to poke me." Xu Qing pointed at the tip of the sword and told her the controlled range of arc and length.

We don’t have a sword stand yet, so we’ll consider it when we have more swords, at least four or five, otherwise there will be no point in putting it up, and maybe it will only stimulate Jiang He’s desire to collect and hang all the swords on it.

This thing is just like a figure. It will be fun to get different ones every two months. If you buy a lot at once, you will only feel empty.

Jiang He didn't think much about it for the time being. The Miao sword was poking at his side. It looked longer in person than in the picture. 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 carry it on your shoulders for walking convenience.

The hilt is also super long, so it can be used with one hand or both hands. If you have two hands...

Jiang He gestured with it and was very satisfied. He handed it to Xu Qing generously: "I'll give it a try for you."

"I'd better forget it..."

Xu Qing felt the heavy weight, threw it back, and picked up the Longquan sword next to it: "Whose name is your Excellency? I never hurt unknown people."

"Yan Gang Jiang He, do you want to fight with me?" Jiang He cooperated with him and removed the scabbard. The 1.6-meter sword with a cold metallic light was revealed, making the sword in Xu Qing's hand look like

Just like toys.

The little Jiang He was holding a big sword, and the tall Xu Qing was holding a toy-like three-foot long sword, and they were facing each other in the living room.

"Jiang Cheng, Xu Qing."

"Modern, Jiang He."

"I have been a powerful person in my life, but no one has ever been able to make me use my sword to defend. Therefore, this sword only attacks, not defends. The sword can be moved at will, with the intention of taking the lead. The nine-style sword technique has endless changes. There is no move to win, but there is a move to conquer the world.

Martial arts..."

Jiang Nuxia couldn't stand his ramblings, so she impatiently raised the tip of her sword, "There's so much nonsense, watch the sword!"

The long sword is held up flat and can be stabbed forward if it is passed forward.

Hey, the 40-meter sword is really fun.
Chapter completed!