Chapter 7 Scenario Teaching (II)

It was Wuchen's turn to attend class on this day. Yesterday, Shangguan Ren's failure to teach stories made him more careful.

Wuchen basically didn't go to bed the night before. He knew that his innate conditions were not very good. If he didn't express his oral language well, his body and language was not very good, so he worked harder the day after tomorrow. He prepared lessons all night, preparing lesson plans and learning plans, and even used his magic power to turn into a mirror. He tried to teach in the open space several times, and even studied his expression, voice, and body posture. His teaching strategy was divided into two major processes: one was to eliminate the negative impact of Shangguan Ren, and the other was to sow his own seeds. As for the specific operation, it depends on the students' reactions, and we must teach based on learning.

In the early morning, He Qihuan was already waiting respectfully at the door of the two old people. As soon as Wuchen came out, he went up and asked, "Senior, what are you talking about today?"

"What are you talking about? We won't talk about it today."

"Don't talk?" He Qihuan was puzzled. You two were quarreling about whom you first went to class, why is it your turn to stop giving lectures?

"Today, we want to experience it."

"Experience?" He Qihuan blinked, as if he was very interested.

When Wuchen saw this, he was secretly happy. Thinking about the educational theories taught by others, it really makes sense: there is no fixed method for teaching, and stimulating students' interest is the first factor. Hehe. Just take the bait.

So Wuchen began to make a big statement:

"Can love be told? Is love be told purely? Does love need a reason? Love exists in all things; love runs through the world... The sea can dry out, the stone can rot, and love will never die; the world will last forever, and true love on earth will always follow..."

He Qihuan was a little confused. Senior, you said you wouldn't say it just now. Now it sounds like a tongue twister, one by one. He knew that these languages ​​were found by Elder Wuchen for a long time last night, and he finally memorized them thoroughly.

He Qihuan was dazed and fell into Elder Wuchen's eyes, but he thought that the student was thinking and pondering. Seeing this, Wuchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought: So far, his strategy is OK, which fully mobilized He Qihuan's effective attention and unintentional attention, which is very beneficial to his learning. A good start is half the success. I want to continue.

So Elder Wuchen was excited and carefully summarized:

"So, in short, love needs to be experienced, love comes from experience, and it is strong from experience...

Just when He Qihuan was about to faint, Wuchen finally said, "Let's go and experience it."

Wuchen pulled He Qihuan up and flew down the mountain...

There are many small villages in the fields. Elder Wuchen's soul consciousness is unfolding, and the situation of every household in more than a dozen villages is vivid. He glanced and had an idea, and took He Qihuan to fly toward one place...

This is a dilapidated farm house, with an old woman in her seventies and eighties, with silver hair all over the sky. The hardships of life made her dry forehead full of wrinkles, but at this moment she smiled happily. Her legs were as dry as a dead branch soaked in a wooden barrel, and a comfortable smile appeared on her face.

A simple peasant woman was washing her feet.

"My wife, I'm going to make you tired again."

"Not tired." The peasant woman stroked the black hair floating on her forehead, and a hint of tenderness appeared in her pure eyes. Although her clothes were covered with patches, they were washed clean.

"Mom, you have worked hard all your life, and it's time to enjoy it." After saying that, the peasant woman lowered her head and washed the old man's feet with care.

The curtain quietly lifted up, a tender face leaned in, and her black eyes looked at everything in the room curiously, and then quietly took it back.

After the peasant woman washed the old man's feet, served the old man and lie down, she gently knocked on her sore waist and walked towards the yard gate. There were still many things, and she had to feed pigs and cook... But the peasant woman still had a faint smile on her face, which was a smile of satisfaction at life. She cared about her elders, loved her husband, had a well-behaved son, and lived a life. What else was there to be dissatisfied?

Ali's mother-in-law in the East Village often can't get along with her. Xiaohong in the west cannot give birth to a son in three years. I don't know how many times she has cried...

She lifted the curtain and walked out of the house. She saw her half-grown son walking towards her with difficulty holding a wooden barrel.

"Mom, thank you for your hard work, I'll wash your feet." The child said in a slight voice. Crystal drops of water were sprinkled out of the basin with his shaking hands, and a small rainbow flashed in the sun.

The peasant woman's face became even stronger.

"Child, how about it?" Wu Chen asked how happy he saw this scene.

"Touching." He Qihuan stared at the yard and said.

"Goodness is a seed, and love is the spring rain of things." Wuchen said sincerely.

"Child, look at the neighbors in this house again." Wuchen pointed at He Qihuan's forehead and helped him see through with his true energy:

This is a dilapidated farm house, with an old woman in her seventies and eighties, full of silver hair. The hardships of life made her dry forehead full of wrinkles. At this moment, she was trembling and lying in the corner, begging: "Child, mother is hungry..."

"If you are old, you will know how to eat, eat, eat, eat, and eat, and you will be poor at home."

The old man couldn't help sobbing when he saw a broken tiled basin in front of him, which contained food residues that were worse than pigs and dogs...

A fierce woman glared at the old man fiercely and scolded: "You can eat without doing anything! Look at me, I'm busy, are you eating like this?"

The old man dared not look up, nor did he dare to look at the rich dishes on the table in the room, for fear that he would not be able to help but pounce on him.

The woman ignored the old man and lifted the curtain and walked out of the house. She saw her half-grown son playing with mud in the yard, as if she was pinching something?

"Ergou, what are you doing?"

The child looked up and blinked his eyes and said, "I'm making mud pots. I'll serve you rice when my mother gets old."

The woman was stunned...

"Child, how about it?" Wuchen's voice sounded in He Qihuan's ears again.

"Retribution." He Qihuan fell into silence and thought.

"Good will be rewarded with good deeds, and evil will be rewarded with evil. Cause and effect cycle. Planting beans will get beans, planting melons will get melons, cause and effect cycle, and the way of heaven will circulate." Wuchen said lightly.

On the way back, Wuchen said carelessly: "Actually, the story you showed you yesterday was missing by one ending."

"A little ending?..."

"Yes." Wu Chen pointed a single point, and a soul power was injected into He Qihuan's mind. A large amount of information and pictures circling in He Qihuan's mind slowly began to appear like a movie:

He gently pulled out the knife, which had been shattered under his internal force, and his blood began to flow backwards. Lin knew that the disintegration of the demon he had on his body was activated. He could destroy the world, but he was still unwilling to hurt Xue'er, although she hurt and killed him.

The suffocation and twisting K should stay away from Xueer to avoid hurting her. Lin Teng reached the door and couldn't help but turn back and ask Xueer: Do you don't like me? Don't you love me?

Lin would never ask this question normally, but before he left this world, he wanted to ask it clearly.

Xueer bit her lips tightly and stared at the white knife and red blood on Lin’s chest.

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未(5)

In the bamboo forest, the forest was lying down, he smiled bitterly: Didn’t expect to die like this? He closed his eyes.

The time for the explosion is coming.

Someone held his hand.

Lin opened his eyes. It was Xue'er, and there was a hint of blush on her snow-white face.

She smiled and said firmly: I'll go with you.

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未(Six)

The emerald green bamboo forest was suddenly engulfed by red flames.

Some people passing by said that they saw two butterflies flying up.
Chapter completed!