Chapter 10 Don't touch my head, okay

Shangguan Ren was inevitably a little unhappy when he saw that yesterday's conspiracy did not succeed, but when he saw the rising red sun, he immediately looked refreshed again. To reach a high level, what is the most important thing? His mentality and vision. Shangguan Ren has no shortage of these aspects.

Seeing that He Qihuan was waiting respectfully at the door, but his mouth was cracked, Shangguan Ren was happy. He touched He Qihuan's head kindly and said, "Why, I still blame me for what happened yesterday?"

He Qihuan said: "It's strange, it's not strange."

"Oh..." Shangguan Ren pulled down his long beard and smiled and waited for He Qihuan to continue talking.

He Qihuan continued: "It's because you always leave me alone and leave. You should share the blessings and share the difficulties. It's because you have experienced some interesting things when you stay."

"Hehe," Shangguan Ren touched He Qihuan's head kindly again and smiled: "This is the test I have for you, a course I have set up. The sun is always after the wind and rain, and the plum fragrance is only in the cold snow."

Speaking of the course setting course, He Qihuan felt it was necessary to discuss it with Mr. Shangguan Ren. He remembered Shangguan Ren's teaching a few days ago and the story of the world he told. He Qihuan complained: "Grandpa Demon, is the story of the world you showed me last time incomplete?"

Shangguan Ren frowned slightly: "It was the old monk who told you."

He Qihuan nodded.

Shangguan Ren secretly scolded the old monk for ruining his good deeds, but He Qihuan still had to explain it carefully. He smiled and said kindly to He Qihuan: "Children, you don't know this. This is called... This is called... using textbooks reasonably, selecting key points, and breaking through difficulties. We should use textbooks instead of teaching materials. What is textbooks? Textbooks are just a typical example..." The more Shangguan Ren said, the more he felt that he was right, and even admired himself.

He Qihuan pondered for a while and shook his head, "Senior, we also took pedagogy when we were in the college. I think your move is still inappropriate?"

"Oh?" Shangguan Ren stared at He Qihuan and waited for him to explain.

He Qihuan said: "You are fundamentally wrong. For example, if you are really a course teacher, you made a principled mistake when selecting textbooks."

After so many terms involved, Shangguan Ren was stunned to He Qihuan.

He Qihuan continued: "If the theme of your course is fierce, evil, and cruel, but the theme of the textbook you selected is love and love, so I said you made a principled mistake."

Shangguan Ren still listened in a daze. No matter how he is a master in martial arts, it involves education, which is a new field.

He Qihuan continued: "What is love in the world? It is difficult for a clean official to judge family affairs, etc., to show emotions, and love is difficult to explain with common sense. So your story in "Jianghu" originally meant that being a fierce person can get a woman and not lose her life, but the poor selection of textbooks involves love, which will dilute the theme. Especially if you still modify textbooks without any ability to preach and lose your educational significance."

Shangguan Ren glanced at He Qihuan with his eyes slanted: "Boy, I'm full of love. At a young age, don't fall in love early." He thought again and suddenly shouted: "Don't tell me, falling in love is also a compulsory course in your college."

He Qihuan said: "This is not. Moreover, the young student did not dare to fall in love early."

Shangguan Ren sighed relieved: "That's almost the same. The little guy knows what love and love matters are. Don't talk nonsense. How could I make the wrong choice of the textbook? It's just that you are not very skilled and cannot understand the wonderful things of my teaching."

He Qihuan asked back: "That senior has been in love and knows about love?"

Shangguan Ren had a rare look of embarrassment on his face, and then he became as fierce as Wuchen: "Reverse! Reverse! I'm going to class, you'll be in class. Close my mouth and listen carefully, otherwise I'll stand at the door."

He Qihuan lowered his head and muttered, "Why are you so violent? You are not democratic at all. The classroom should be democratic, and teachers and students should be equal." Although his voice was soft, Shangguan Ren could still hear clearly how high his cultivation was.

"Equalize your size, heaven, earth, king, parents, teachers, do you know the dignity of the teacher! Do you know the dignity of the teacher?... In the future, when I go to class, you just need to listen honestly, and not be messed up or talk nonsense. Did you hear it?"

His tone changed again and suddenly said softly: "However, the old monk is doing class, you can be more democratic, ask more, talk more, and discuss more." Shangguan Ren laughed and thought to himself that the old monk had already accepted it. This kid was messing around, and I see how he went to class.

Well, the calculation was over my head. Wuchen, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, moved his ears and said to himself: "The drum will not be beaten, and the reason will not be clear." Old Master, you may be disappointed. Only by discussing more can you truly understand the truth."

"Hey, where did you talk about it just now?" Shangguan Ren came to his senses and asked He Qihuan.

He Qihuan sat upright and couldn't make a sound.

"Boy, where did you just talk about it?" Shangguan Ren raised his voice and asked He Qihuan.

He Qihuan still didn't sound.

"You are deaf or asleep." Shangguan Ren glared at his eyes.

He Qihuan said aggrievedly: "Didn't you always say that you just need to listen honestly in class?"

"You--" Shangguan Ren felt like he was about to vomit blood.

"Forget it, I won't be as knowledgeable as you little guy. Let me practice martial arts well first."

Practicing kung fu first. Under Shangguan Ren's gaze, He Qihuan carefully practiced the thirty-six styles of the Demon. His face was solemn, and he looked decent, with his hands falling down. The wind was whistling, but Shangguan Ren shook his head and sighed: "Boy, bad, bad!"

He Qihuan said in confusion: "My actions are the same as those you left in my mind."

Shangguan Ren laughed and scolded: "It seems to be of no use. Boy, what you have less is God."

"God? What is that?"

Shangguan Renmimi smiled and said, "The god of this martial arts is the murderous intention and murderous intention. Look..."

Shangguan Ren pointed to He Qihuan's eyebrows and entered a video into He Qihuan's mind.

Suddenly, He Qihuan seemed to have entered a bloody world:

There were blood-red clouds in the sky, blood flowing across the ground, and in the open space with broken limbs, a man in blood clothes, roared to the sky, and his hair was rushing to the crown. His whole body was filled with a trembling aura, and his blood-red eyes were full of fierce aura. At this moment, his posture was the fifth move of the thirty-six styles of the demon: sweeping the world...

Seeing He Qihuan immersed in that situation, Shangguan Ren thought to himself: This is not a solution. This kid has no murderous aura, no intention to kill, and lacks murderous intention. It is not a good idea to watch movies and TV shows alone. Where will he take him to kill a few games next time? In this way, the kid's martial arts level will be improved.

At this time, He Qihuan's body level - the primary level of the general; the martial arts level - the warrior level 6 and the seventh level; and the actual combat level - the warrior level 5th level.

After practicing martial arts well, it was Shangguan Ren's turn to teach. But Shangguan Ren suddenly lost interest. "Forget it, let's see my real experience and see how I selected this textbook." Shangguan Ren's right hand became a sword technique, pointing a little at He Qihuan's forehead, and a soul power was injected into He Qihuan's sea of ​​consciousness. A large amount of information and pictures slowly circling in He Qihuan's mind and screened like a movie:

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Wuchen used to like to reason with He Qihuan patiently, but when Shangguan Ren had always loved He Qihuan's head, he gradually gained some insights. He found that it would be impossible not to click. First, click it to facilitate teaching, and a large amount of information can be injected into He Qihuan's head, so that he can slowly understand it. If you just talk, it will be dry and not necessarily clear, because Wuchen's oral expression is relatively bad.

Now isn’t it advocating to improve classroom efficiency and be efficient and lightly burdened? While comforting himself, Wuchen said to He Qihuan: “What you want to learn today, please watch this film and television.” His fingers have already pointed to He Qihuan’s head, and a large amount of information images are injected into He Qihuan’s soul sea of ​​consciousness…

Secondly, Wuchen discovered that every injection of information requires the cooperation of the true qi of the body. If Shangguan Ren is allowed to click He Qihuan's head, then the demonic energy in He Qihuan's soul will become more and more prosperous. This is what Wuchen is unhappy to see. So:

"Little donor, today we will learn the 23rd posture of Compassion Hand. Its element is..." Wuchen's fingers were clicking between He Qihuan's eyebrows. A great compassionate Buddha aura injected into He Qihuan's soul sea of ​​consciousness with a large amount of information.

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"I'll order." Shangguan Ren said.

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"I'll order." Wuchen said.

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"I'll order." Shangguan Ren said.

"I'll order." Wuchen said.

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Poor He Qihuan, he began to practice the "three eyes" since then, because his eyebrows were always red and swollen. It was like an eye that was about to be born from there, and it was like a woman from a certain ethnic group, with a red mole on the eyebrows.

Fortunately, He Qihuan still maintains the homework of cultivating the heart of the academy. Every day at sunrise, he sits cross-legged, absorbs the essence of the sun, and integrates it into his mind.

With the two old tricks and the input of the two spirits of the demon Buddha, He Qihuan accidentally started the soul cultivation. In the samurai practice, soul cultivation is the most difficult, but the strength of the soul determines the height of future development. This is also an opportunity for He Qihuan. But he doesn't know it yet. Now he:

He Qihuan, the physical level battle is in the middle and middle stage.

Martial arts level, warrior level 6 and 7.

The actual combat level is just a level 5 of the warrior.

Soul consciousness level: the primary peak of warriors.

But no matter what, the fusion of cultivation could not catch up with the injection. Finally one day, He Qihuan hugged his head and shouted to the two old people: "Please, please don't click my head again, okay?"

"I want real. I want real! I don't want virtual, I don't want to learn in virtual!" He Qihuan raised a serious protest.

Wuchen and Shangguan Ren looked at each other, and Wuchen nodded and said, "Practice brings true knowledge, and it is also beneficial to go to the world."

Shangguan Ren also nodded: "Education is to strengthen comprehensive practical courses, let's go now."
Chapter completed!