Chapter 8

"What about internal skills? Eighteen dragon subduing palms? The secret of longevity? Heaven's magic Xu Qing continued.

Jiang He was at a loss and frowned, "what's that?"

"How do you... Practice Kung Fu?"

"Since childhood."

"Do you think I can learn it?"

Xu Qing stood up straight, gesticulated and looked at her expectantly.

"You are too old." Jiang He looked him up and down for a moment, shook his head and said: "even if there is determination and perseverance, there will be no achievement."

"Yes! All right! I don't want to achieve much. I just want to learn. I'll take you as my teacher. "

“……”

"Are these teachers strict?" Xu Qing patted the forehead, "it's me who is abrupt. It doesn't matter. First..."

"No. It's all the tricks in the world. There's no way to learn from them. "

Jiang He couldn't bear to refuse. After thinking about it for a while, he stepped back two steps, sank his waist and closed his stomach, and put on a posture, saying: "when you practice martial arts, you should practice your waist first, and when you practice your waist, you should practice your pile first, and your strength should start from the ground..."

"Wait, wait, wait... This is the beginning?" Xu Qingmu was stunned.

It's too mobile.

"You're old. It's a long time to practice martial arts. It's all accumulated bit by bit."

"Can you do without practice?"

"How can I practice martial arts without practicing piles?" Jiang He asked strangely.

“……”

Xu Qing held back for a while, "how long does this pile need to practice?"

"Three years."

"Cough... Try that dress first. If it doesn't fit, I'll take it back to the store and change it." As if nothing had happened, Xu Qing turned around and picked up the bag on the sofa and handed it to Jiang He, "the rest... You have to think about it first. If you really don't understand, I'll try to teach you."

"No more martial arts?"

"Next time."

If he could stand down, he would have been a soldier.

Xu Qing looked disappointedly at the sword on the table and asked, "can I learn the sword technique directly?"

"Hands can't keep up with eyes, eyes can't keep up with hands, so you can only learn to be frivolous."

"All right."

When the door of the room closes, Jiang He hides in the room to try on his clothes. Xu Qing sits on the sofa and takes Jiang He's sword out to have a look. The real guy is still heavy. He plays two postures casually and puts it back again with a long sigh.

The martial arts dream is gone.

No, I have to dig out some secret books after I get familiar with it.

After waiting for a moment, Jiang He comes out of the room and has put on a long sleeve Beige knitted jacket with jeans. His hair is tied behind his head with a rope. It looks clean and neat, making Xu Qing's eyes shine.

People need clothes. Ancient girls look good when they change into ordinary women's clothes.

"I've tried them all. They fit very well. Thank you... Young Xia." Jiang He still felt that the dress was a bit awkward. He pulled the corner of the dress unnaturally with his fingers, and then said something to make him more awkward.

Xu Qing waved his hand happily

After a pause, he looked at Jiang He carefully, touched his chin and thought, "don't move... I'll have a look around."

"I forgot to buy you a hair rope. Your hair rope is strange and uncoordinated. Let's spread your hair first."

Watching Jiang He take off the rope on his hair, his black hair spread out, Xu Qing nodded with satisfaction, and the only sense of disobedience disappeared.

Go out with this image now, as long as you don't open your mouth and don't move, there is basically no big flaw.

"I'll take you out in the evening and buy a new hair rope. Don't forget to remind me." He asked, and then took out yesterday's notes on the paper and the problems to be solved to reorganize.

The girl was very cooperative and saved him - to be exact, both of them a lot of work.

Xu Qing likes to deal with smart people. That's why she doesn't have to spend too much energy on those inexplicable things... Fortunately, the ancient girl's poor cognition is not her IQ.

……

In the twinkling of an eye, it was afternoon.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing the noise outside, Jiang He in the room opened a crack in the door to have a look. He hesitated and walked out of the living room. Standing behind Xu Qing, he looked at the strange things in front of him.

"This is called a computer."

Xu Qing pressed the pause. She was still worried about her destruction of the TV. She gave a serious introduction to its function and the possible situation of people.

The TV is only a few hundred yuan. This computer is worth about ten TVs. It's a super valuable item.

"Is that book... Difficult to read?" Seeing that Jiang He was somewhat depressed, he could not help asking questions.

"Well, it's hard."

Jiang He was silent for a moment and nodded gently, "I'll watch it slowly."

"Take your time, don't worry... After all, no one has ever met this matter. If you put it on me, I may not be as good as you." Xu Qing comforts for a while, making sure that she won't suddenly kick her computer, and then continues to watch.

"What is this?" Jiang He asked again.

"It's very difficult to explain... You can think of it as the eye of a thousand miles away. I can see it from here."

Xu Qing has a pen in his hand, a notebook in front of his computer, and news broadcast is on the screen. Because Jiang He broke the TV yesterday, he had no time to watch it, so he had to make up for it today.

At this point, I have to mention Xu Qing's career. Although he hasn't found a job yet, he edited all kinds of movies when he was idle and bored in college. He developed from an interest to a small boss, and he can guarantee his life if he doesn't earn much in a month.

And the news broadcast... Of course, it's not used to edit material, it's just to watch - yes, it's a qualified leek, and it's a fighter in leek.

Once in the news, a few seconds of home pickles appeared on a plane. The next day, Fuling directly raised the limit. This computer's graphics card was earned at that time.

It has become his habit to sit in front of the TV at seven o'clock every night.

Jiang He didn't disturb him any more. He stood by and watched silently. Ten minutes later, the broadcast ended. Xu Qing sorted out several pieces of information written down in her notebook, put the pen in it and put it away. Then she said again, "don't you have to work?"

"That's working." "It takes brains to make money in this world," explains Xu with a smile

"Merchant?"

"Well... It's not very accurate, but it can be understood in this way. When you get familiar with the world later, you will understand."

He operated the computer, boarded his up main account, looked at the background data, and said: "at present, what you need to understand is not these. It's better to start with the most basic things, but to look at the history and modern development history - it's very difficult for you to get familiar with it. Let's have a general understanding first."

Jiang He was silent, and he was more sure that he was a landlord, a rich man.

"By the way, how about the martial arts of your masters?" Xu Qing looks at the movie clip in the background of the account and suddenly asks.

"Very strong."

"Very strong..."

He nodded and swung the mouse to open Jet Li's version of Xiaoao Jianghu, which began to play in Jiang He's surprised eyes.

Editing version, but more than six minutes of the climax of the fight, Lin Qingxia hand embroidery needle moving mountains and reclaiming the power of Jiang He shock is not light.

A thousand mile eye... A thousand miles away.

Xu Qing was amused by her shocked look, and asked seriously with a restrained expression

"Is it that strong?"