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MTL - Single Player Only-v2 Chapter 8 Who is the coachman
Wu Qiang said: "Too late. The school time for Zhao Sheng, the plain monarch, is coming, and I have to rush over."
Yue Qiang thought for a moment: "Is there something like a rockery or stream in his family?"
"Yes," he said. "Pingyuan Zhao Zhao Sheng is the figure of Zhao Guo, a person with more than 10,000 people, the mansion pavilion in the home covers a very wide area."
"What are you waiting for? Let's go."
Pingyuan Jun's home is very large. There is a Juxian Hall facing the street, and there is a place for teaching in the courtyard. There are also many private halls, which are very luxurious. When the two arrived, the last class was not over.
Yue Qiang said, "Have Mr. Xun Lao ever heard the four-character idiom" water drops and stones wear? "
The condition stunned the beard: "I have never heard of it. The mood of this idiom seems to be very good, but water, even soft things, stones, and even solid things, can dripping water wear stone hoe! Nothing, nothing!
The old man must be stupid. He never goes out, does not travel, does not climb mountains, does not drill holes, and does not explore.
Yue Qiang also has no money to travel, but he can watch TV. So he said: "If there is a stone below a dripping place, after thousands of tens of thousands of years, the stone can be dripped through, and the soft water can penetrate to the stone that is strong, it can explain what you just said That's the principle of being persistent. "
He was unbelievable: "Let me find a stone then."
Yue Qiang said yes, and then turned around the rockery several times, but no such stone was found.
Later, he patted his brain and said, "The old man wait a moment and watch me make a teaching aid on the spot."
He finds a stone with many moss, and then launches the first half of the skill "Advanced Killing".
Progressive Killing This move is actually divided into two parts. The latter part of the punch can be completed by referring to the basic action of Killing One. But the first half is a bit mysterious, and the eyes will hurt when used, but it can analyze the structure of the object, a bit like the perspective of X-rays, and more like the object as a data-level existence. .
This kind of boxing method, or can no longer be called boxing method, its principle has not been known, but it is absolutely very strong, and the first half can be used independently.
When Yue Qiang launched his skills, he took out the small wooden knife. Digging stones with your hands is still painful, but using a knife is much better.
He is going to dig a hole in the stone.
The driver of the car sat on the ground and kept playing with a stone. The old Mr. Wu Kuang stood on the side looking inexplicably, the more surprised he became.
From his point of view, this rock that is rock solid is pinched by the driver like a slime, completely losing its "hard" attribute. I saw the driver using a strange wooden knife to dig a hole in the center of the stone, and then began to sand the hole.
Three times, five times two, this hole is as smooth as the pebbles on the river bank.
"Good job," Yue Qiang said.
I took the stone and took a closer look and touched it.
The stones were covered with moss, the holes were very round, and they even felt slippery.
Then, the driver stood up and patted him on the shoulder with his big dirty hands: "Old gentleman, when you come to class, let's say this thing is dripping out, but don't say I did it Ah. "
Nodded in shock.
Soon it was time to take a Chinese lesson (Mongolian studies? Classic studies? Poetics?).
With a stone in his hand, he walked into the classroom with a dazed expression.
Zhao Sheng's private school is different from other private schools. His disciples are either rich or expensive. Similarly, he does not respect the teacher much. The situation began to teach: "Learning is impossible. Green, take blue and blue over blue ..."
The students started yawning.
"Ice, water is colder than water ..."
The students were almost asleep.
"The gentleman is erudite and the Japanese participate in the province ..."
A student woke up, opened his hazy eyes and looked down at the podium, then continued to sleep.
I was a little unhappy, and it was not easy to attack directly. When I was sad, I saw the polished stone. A move in my mind: why not try?
The old man tapped the head of the students in the first row with a stone and asked, "Where do you know where the hole in the stone came from?"
The student who had been knocked down had slept several times. At this time, he was awakened by mishaps. It was unexpectedly discovered that the gentleman had not lectured, but was discussing flowers, birds, and fishes. Several students around also took the opportunity to surround them.
"This hole is so smooth that it is difficult to form."
"Cut out by the blacksmith outside the city."
"Mr. How did this hole come out?"
With a moustache: "This is my coachman ... this is the power of water droplets, formed with ten million years of perseverance in the same position."
"Wow, great. Where did the old man find the stones?"
"Show me, show me!"
I saw that the students' enthusiasm for learning was indeed mobilized, and he quickly took the opportunity to say: "It can be seen that if you let go, the dead tree will not break; if you don't persevere, the stone will be carved. Flow, there is no way to be a sea ... "
This long paragraph has not been finished, and the students went back to sleep again, and he could not help but shake his head.
At the end of a class, I went out holding a stone and went out blankly, remembering the curious look of the monkey children, and felt that ... this teaching aid was not useless.
...
In just a day or two, a teacher in Handan City became famous.
The reason for his fame is that he teaches the hardest language? class.
As we all know, Chinese lessons are very boring. Compared with practicing rhetoric, parallelism, and rhyme, students obviously prefer listening to stories, doing carpentry, and exercising.
But since the appearance of this teacher, the interests of students have gradually changed.
This gentleman always takes all kinds of strange things into the classroom with class. Sometimes it is a stone with a hole, sometimes it is wood that has been ground by a well rope, sometimes it is a very characteristic plant ... In short, this quite characteristic teacher is famous.
"I heard that this gentleman was very lively in his lectures, despite his ordinary clothes and modest appearance."
"I heard that this gentleman always enters the house with strange things when he lectures. He calls those things teaching aids."
...
The old Mr. Kuang has been busy for the past two days. The class hours are much longer than usual. He has no time in the toilet. But the spirit is getting better and better. Obviously, the increase in class hours makes this old gentleman very happy.
This time, they were taking private lessons in the plains of Zhao Sheng, a family of students. When the old gentleman wanted to go to class, he couldn't help it. He turned back to Yue Qiang, who was teaching aids, and said, "Go in and talk to the students, and let them wait. I'll go to the hut to show respect, and come soon."
"it is good."
Yue Qiang walked into the classroom. Familiar scenes, the eyes of elementary school students looking forward to wear, a familiar feeling rushed towards the face.
"You are Mr. Ji?"
"I heard that your class was very nice."
"Not only can you learn, you can also play with teaching aids."
Looking at the students' discussion and curious eyes, Yue Qiang nodded and said, "Well, I am."
"Wow, sir is not old at all."
"Sir is so young, although it has nothing special about it."
"What class are you teaching today?"
Yue Qiang glanced out of the window. There was still no one in the direction of the cottage. It seemed that the old man's stomach had not only a lot of ink, but also a lot of stock. Taking a look at the students who are eager to wear, combined with the background of the times, he said: "I will tell you the story of a famous master of marksmanship in the history of Zhao Guo. He won the first rank among the enemies. He has a unique and unique name called the new moon sweeping ... "
He must not be able to talk about ancient texts, but with some tricks, historical stories, etc., the game master Yue Qiang can talk about dawn.
When it was raging, a large crowd came outside the classroom.
The first person is personable, and Yushu is near the wind, it is the plain king Zhao Sheng. Behind him was a celebrity. These days, they heard that a teaching teacher with a strange teaching method came out of Handan City. They couldn't help curiosity and wanted to come and admire his style. It happened that Yue Qiang was bragging with the students in the classroom, and the situation was still in the hut.
Zhao Sheng stepped forward, holding Yue Qiang's hand in excitement, quite like the style of the corporal sage: "Mr. Jiuwen's name, like Lei Guaner, can be seen today, and it really deserves its reputation."
Yue Qiang is embarrassed, it is easy to reveal stuffing. I had to reluctantly say, "Good to say, easy to say."
A celebrity came up and said, "Mr. Xun was not famous before, but he didn't want to be entertained, he was quick-minded, and even the Chinese language class can be active in the classroom. I really admire it."
"Good to say, easy to say." Yue Qiang's palm was a little sweaty. This group of people seem to be big officials and rich people. If I let me talk for a while, it would really show the stuff.
Sure enough, I was afraid of what was coming. Another celebrity came forward and said, "We were only in the distance. I saw the enthusiasm between teachers and students in the classroom, but I do n’t know what you are talking about. Learn? "
Where did I talk just now? It seems that the general of Zhao Guo swept a spear and repulsed the sergeants who came around.
The story can be told, but we ca n’t tell in classical Chinese. This requires a mouthful ...
Yue Qiang was a little anxious, and it happened that Mr. Lao Kuang returned home with respect. There was a smell of thatched cottage on his body, and his clothes were sloppy. He should have not changed for a few days.
At the first sight of Yue Qiang, his mind settled. He told the plainsman Zhao Sheng and the celebrities:
"It's too easy. I don't need me. Let my coachman explain it to everyone."
While talking, Yue Qiang stretched his fingers and pointed at the old gentleman who ran over.
When the celebrities heard this, their chins fell to the ground. They looked at Yue Qiang and thought: Is this Mr. Wong too powerful? Not only has he learned this, but even the next driver has the ability to teach?
Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng even held Yue Qiang's hand and was extremely excited: Zhao Guo can figure out a first-class talent.
Everyone admired Yue Qiang, and even respected Mr. Qiu Qiang. Quickly leaned over to make way for the driver.
The old man finally pulled out the puppets from these two days in the hut. At this moment, he was refreshed and light as a bird ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ came to the podium. When I was standing sideways with Yue Qiang, I only heard Yue Qiang whispering, "I have finished all the teaching aids, just say classical Chinese."
The old man thought: he was not good at this. Speak classical? That feeling is good.
And the voter next to him looked at it, naturally he had to show off.
So he said loudly: "If you don't climb the mountains, you don't know the height of the sky; if you don't go to the deep river, you don't know the thickness of the land; if you don't hear the last king's last words, you don't know how big the knowledge is.
"Ascend and move, the arm is not longer, and the seeer is far away; the wind is blowing, the sound is not longer, and the smeller is Zhang."
"When the earth fills the mountains, the wind and rain rises; the water accumulates into the abyss, and the dragons are born; the accumulation of goodness and virtue, and the gods are contented, and the holy heart is ready ..."
The old gentleman peered at the faces of these onlookers while dropping his book bag. But they found that their faces were full of shock and admiration, and their eyes were fanatical, not looking at him, but ... his driver?
I saw this young driver pulling his fists around the scene and gave a non-standard ancient ritual, saying, "You talk, you talk, I'll make teaching aids ..."