Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 817
"From home to family study, you have to walk a hundred steps. Xiao Ming is naughty and likes to hop on the ground with one foot. Today he jumped a total of forty times. If the steps are the same size regardless of walking and jumping, then Xiao Ming How many steps did you walk today?"

Just discount one leg, and you can hop on one foot in the future!

No!Both legs are discounted!From now on, you just sit on the ground and let people drag you away!

"Xiao Ming has a habit of drinking water, that is, when he drinks half of it, he has to fill up the water glass before continuing to drink. Today, Xiao Ming added water a total of [-] times, and he didn't add any more until he finished drinking. So how many glasses did he drink in total today? water?"

Why didn't it kill you?

ah?Why didn't I hold you to death!

This question is simple, but simplicity does not reduce Chang Yansong's anger.

"Because Xiao Ming was too naughty and couldn't calm down, his father ordered him to squat in a corner."

it is good!
Chang Yansong gave a big praise in his heart, and had a deep respect for the unknown father.

"I think squatting in the corner is too boring, Xiao Ming took the millet and counted."

"On the first day, he counted one grain; on the second day, he counted two grains; on three days, he counted four grains; on the fourth day, he counted eight grains; on the fifth day, he counted sixteen grains. grain……"

"If you keep counting like this for a month, how many grains did Xiao Ming count on the last day of this month? How many grains did he count in total this month?"

This is actually very simple.

32 on the sixth day, 64 on the seventh day, 120 on the eighth day...

Counting silently in his heart, and counting, Chang Yansong opened his mouth wide.

This……

how could this be?

Chang Yansong raised his head a little sluggishly.

The direction in which he was sitting was the direction in which the sun set.

At this time, it was getting late and the sun could no longer be seen, but the western sky was full of red, the brightest red of the day.

This kind of time is extremely short, and soon, the entire sky will be dimmed.

Chang Yansong looked at the splendor to the west in a daze, for a moment, he was in a daze, feeling as if he was not in the world.

Really, this question is very real.

But it was so real that he felt fake!
"Xiao Ming likes to eat fruit..."

"Xiao Ming..."

The "number" in the second part is still ten questions.

And it is also mentioned in the storybook, there are a total of one hundred questions, and the storybook also only extracts the first ten questions.

Chang Yansong was already powerless to get angry.

Even though that damned Xiao Ming had already been beaten to death a hundred times in his heart.

But at this time, he was like a melon seedling beaten by frost, every leaf drooped down, and he searched the entire melon seedling, but he couldn't find a leaf that still held its head up. ——This is Chang Yansong's current heart.

The sky is getting darker, but I can barely read the words clearly.

Chang Yansong has long been unwilling to compare his own family's family history with the Ye family's family history in this script, they are basically two kinds of existence!

He has long been unable to compare himself with those little poor children of the Ye family, they are also two kinds of existence, there is no comparison at all!
This is a painful realization.

But after reading the "text" of the first part and the "number" of the second part, he was completely numb.

I haven't finished the assessment yet, and there is still a third part.

Chang Yansong was almost on the verge of dying from the blow, but he still couldn't bear to part with the script in his hand, holding back his strength, and continued to read.

The third part is the selection and drafting of Taoist poems.

first question.

One
One coir raincoat, one hat, one flat boat, one zhang fishing line and one inch hook.

One idle song and one bowl of wine, one person monopolizes one sandbar.

Second
One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces.

Ten pieces, hundreds of pieces, thousands of pieces, fly into the reeds and disappear.

Choose the one you like out of the two, and write a similar one based on your own life.

Chang Yansong, whose heart was ashamed, saw this, but his eyes suddenly lit up.

That ashen dead heart also began to beat briskly.

Of these two, he likes the first one!
This is very similar to when he stayed alone in this pavilion in the past, looking at the front, back, left, and right sides of Juxing Building, the distance, the height and the height, how similar it is!

Putting down the script, Chang Yansong stood up and walked around the pavilion.

The sky was completely dark, and there was silence in the Juxing Building. Some buildings were still lit with lamps inside and outside. Looking from a distance, they looked like stars in the sky.

One person occupies a piece of the sky.

Chang Yansong instinctively jumped up such a sentence in his mind, but he turned around for a long time, and did not complete the other three sentences.

Chang Yansong is not depressed, but only novelty and excitement.

So... this is Tao poetry?

Chang Yansong often spends the night in Juxing Building, and he also has his own small room here.

He couldn't bear to release the book, and he couldn't release it. He must finish reading this script tonight, no matter how late he read it.It's just that, just after watching the few parts, he was already worried about what to do after watching it.

With extreme novelty and excitement, Chang Yansong brought the lamps, returned to the kiosk, and continued to read.

Because he was worried that it would not take long to finish reading, Chang Yansong read it even more slowly at this time, and in a bit of reluctance, he almost read it word by word.Not only that, he even read these "Taoist poems" upside down.

Ten questions.

A total of twenty Taoist poems.

Chang Yansong's heart throbbed after reading slowly one by one.

These Taoist poems are different from each other, not only the words are different, but also the meaning expressed by the words is also different.

Chang Yansong couldn't say much, but when reading these Taoist poems, some Taoist poems reminded him of his grandfather, and he felt that his grandfather would like this one; grandparents and parents.

Reading these Taoist poems, he couldn't help thinking of those different elders.

But after reading these twenty Taoist poems, Chang Yansong felt an indescribable feeling, indescribable, but very strong, so strong that he, who was only allowed to drink a small bowl of wine during family sacrifices, At this time, I wanted to pick up the big bowl, raise my head, and gulp down a big drink.

Then slam the bowl on the table!

Otherwise, it is not enough to vent the excitement in my heart!
Grandfather, grandparents, father, and father's generation are usually tall and mysterious in his eyes, let alone those grandparents.

But at this time, after reading the twenty "Taoist Poems", Chang Yansong felt inexplicably, whether it was himself who had grown up or become taller, or the people he looked up to in the past, who had a fog-like feeling on his body. things were removed.

Chang Yansong suddenly felt, a little mysterious, no longer mysterious, some distance, suddenly shortened, some incomprehensible, but also seemed to be able to understand.

This script.

This script...

"Woo..." Chang Yansong briefly looked away from the script, and let out a long breath.

It seemed as if he wanted to spit out all the excitement and inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

But at the same time, his heart seemed to be very peaceful.

Weird feeling.

It was like it was raining all around, heavy rain, splashing, very noisy, and he was sitting in the pavilion or in the room.

I didn't read the script again immediately.

Chang Yansong was sitting leisurely, holding a story book in his hand, leaning his back slightly on the pillar of the pavilion.

This is a very irregular sitting posture.

But at this moment, Chang Yansong inexplicably feels that this is a more "positive" gesture, even in the past twenty years, he has never been so "positive".

Because the whole body, from head to toe, from inside to outside, is so relaxed and comfortable.

There is no incongruity.

He just sat there, his breathing slowing involuntarily.

Long exhale, long inhale, micro-exhale, micro-inhale, just like that, the Qi Condensation Art began to work naturally with his breathing.

(End of this chapter)