My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

   Chapter 8 is very strong

  "What about internal strength? Eighteen palms of the dragon descending? Longevity formula? Heavenly Demon Dafa?" Xu Qing continued to ask.

   Jiang He looked blank and frowned, "What is that?"

  "How do you...how do you practice Kung Fu?"

  "Practice from a young age."

   "Do you think I can learn it?"

  Xu Qing stood up straight and gestured, looking at her expectantly.

   "You are too old." Jiang He looked at him up and down for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Even if you have determination and perseverance, there will be no achievements."

   "It's okay! It's okay! Don't ask for much achievement, as long as you can learn, I worship you as a teacher?"

  "..."

  "Are these teachers and students very strict?" Xu Qing patted his forehead, "I am abrupt, it doesn't matter, first..."

   "No. It's all in a quagmire style, so there's no way to learn from it."

  Jiang He looked at him and couldn’t bear to refuse. After thinking for a moment, he took two steps back, lowered his waist and tucked his abdomen in a posture, saying: “When training martial arts, first train your waist, train your waist first, and start from the ground..."

   "Wait, wait... Is this the beginning?" Xu Qing was dumbfounded.

   Mobility is also too strong.

   "You are already old, and martial arts training is a long-term thing. It is accumulated bit by bit."

   "Will it work if you don't practice piles?"

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

  "..."

  Xu Qing suffocated, "How long does it take to practice this pile?"

   "Three years."

"Ah... you should try that dress first. If it doesn't fit, I'll take it back to the store and change it." Xu Qingruo turned around casually, packed up the bag on the sofa, and handed it to Jiang He, "Other... If I don’t understand, I will find a way to teach you."

  "Not practicing martial arts?"

   "Surely next time."

  Three years...If he could stand down, he would go to the army.

  Xu Qing looked at the sword on the table disappointedly, and asked without giving up, "Can I learn swordsmanship directly?"

   "The hand can't keep up with the eye, and the eye can't keep up with it, so I can only learn how to behave."

"Fine."

The room door was closed, Jiang He hid in the room to try on clothes, Xu Qing sat on the sofa, bored and took Jiang He’s sword out and took a look. The real guy was quite heavy. He played two random positions and put it back again. He sighed.

  The martial arts dream is gone.

  No, I have to find out some cheats when I get familiar.

  After waiting for a while, Jiang He came out of the room and put on an off-white long-sleeved knitted jacket with jeans. His hair was tied behind his head with a rope. It looked clean and neat, which made Xu Qing's eyes bright.

  People depend on clothes. Ancient girls look good when they put on ordinary women's clothing.

   "I tried it all, it fits well, thank you... Shaoxia." Jiang He still felt that the dress was a little awkward, his fingers pulled the corners of the clothes unnaturally, and then he said something that made him even more awkward.

  Xu Qing waved her hand happily, "It's easy!"

   After a pause, he looked at Jiang He carefully and touched his chin thoughtfully: "Don't move... I'll take a look around."

  "I forgot to buy you a hair rope. The rope that binds your hair is weird. It's not coordinated. Let's spread your hair first."

   Watching Jiang He untie the rope from his hair, and his black hair dangled, Xu Qing nodded in satisfaction, and the little sense of disharmony disappeared.

  Going out with the current image, as long as you don’t open your mouth and don’t move, there are basically no major flaws.

   "When I take you out tonight, I will buy a new hair rope by the way, and don't forget to remind me." He asked, and then he took out the notes and problems to be solved on the paper yesterday and rearranged them.

  This girl is very cooperative, let him—to be precise, save them a lot of things.

  Xu Qing likes to deal with smart people, that’s why, she doesn’t need to spend too much energy on the inexplicable shit... Fortunately, the ancient girl’s only poor cognition, not IQ.

  ...

  In a blink of an eye it is already afternoon.

"what are you doing?"

  Hearing the movement outside, Jiang He in the room opened a crack in the door and took a look. He hesitated and walked out of the living room behind Xu Qing, looking at the strange things in front of him.

  "This is called a computer."

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

  The TV is only a few hundred yuan, and this computer is worth about ten TVs, which is a super valuable item.

   "That book... is it difficult to read?" He couldn't help asking when he saw Jiang He looked a little depressed.

   "Well, it's difficult."

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

"Take it slowly, not in a hurry... After all, no one has encountered this before. If you put it on me, I might not be as good as you." Xu Qing comforted and made sure that she would not suddenly kick her computer. Keep watching.

  "What is this?" Jiang He asked again.

   "It's very difficult to explain... You can think of it as clairvoyance. I can see things that happen thousands of miles away."

  Xu Qing holds a pen in his hand and a notebook in front of the computer. The screen is a rebroadcast of news-yesterday. Because the TV was broken by Jiang He, he had no time to watch it, so he could only make up for it today.

Speaking of this, I have to mention Xu Qing’s career. Although he hasn’t found a job yet, he edited various movies when he was bored in college. He developed from an interest to a small uploader, and he can guarantee that he won’t earn much in a month. life.

  The news broadcast...Of course, it’s not used to edit material, it’s just for watching—yes, he is still a qualified leek, and a fighter among leek.

  Once there was a few seconds of homemade pickles on a certain plane in the news, and the next day Fuling went directly to the daily limit. The graphics card of this computer was earned at that time.

  The layman is watching the excitement and the expert is watching the doorway. It has long been his habit to sit in front of the TV at 7 o'clock every night.

Jiang He didn't bother him anymore. He stood by and watched silently. After ten minutes, the broadcast ended. Xu Qing sorted out a few pieces of information in the notebook, put the pen in it, and put it away. Then she said again: "You don't need it. Do you work?"

  "This is work." Xu Qing smiled and explained: "It takes a brain to make money in this world."

  "Businessman?"

   "Well... it's not very accurate, but it can be understood that way. You will understand it when you become familiar with the world in the future."

He used the computer to log on to his main up account, looked at the background data, and said: "At present, you need to understand that is not this. Start with the most basic things. It is best to look at the history and the history of modern development. It’s difficult to get familiar with it, so let’s get a general understanding first."

   Jiang He was silent, and he was even more sure that this was an old wealthy landlord, a rich young man.

   "By the way, how about their martial arts?" Xu Qing suddenly asked, looking at the movie clips on the backstage of the account.

   "Very strong."

   "It's very strong..."

  He nodded, shook the mouse to open Jet Li’s version of Swordsman, and started playing in Jiang He’s surprised eyes.

  Edited version, but after more than six minutes of fighting climax, the power of the embroidered needle in Lin Qingxia's hand moved the mountain to fill the sea, but Jiang He was shocked.

   Clairvoyance... something that happened thousands of miles away.

  Xu Qing was amused by her shocked look, with a restrained expression, pretending to be serious and asked:

   "Is it so strong?"

  (End of this chapter)