In fact, according to Fang Tian's understanding, this shouldn't be called breakfast - it's not early at all. It can only be said that it is the first meal of the day.
Owen Anderson and others went to work on the high platform again. There were still many things waiting for them to do today! But everyone was in high spirits. Especially the old butler Pierre, it was as if he was taking a shower with stimulants every day.
, walking with a sonorous sound, to be exaggerated, it is all dancing.
So happy!
Ever since he was appointed by Fang Tian as the "Construction Commander", the old man wanted to get a sign, write on it, and hang it on his body to announce his identity to everyone.
The little ones all loved the excitement, and they all followed the adults to the high platform in a swarm.
Some of them were invited away by children from other courtyards before they even had breakfast. No one came to look for them during dinner. This has happened before. According to Owen and the others, these little kids couldn't be hungry.
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But there were still a few people left in the compound.
Because Fang Tian stays here.
There are two big trees in the courtyard of the martial arts training ground, one in the south and one in the north. Both of them have old branches that are slanted and gloomy. Fang Tian asked, and it turned out that even Owen and the others didn't know how old the trees were. In short, they must be more than two hundred years old.
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At this time, under the big tree in the south, several people were gathered around, all of them small.
Ji Youfangtian, Aiwei, Karin, Nanhai Thirteen.
At first glance, I thought it was Jia Baoyu who was in the Grand View Garden, but that was not the case at all.
Little Ivy, Karin, and the Thirteen girls from the South China Sea were gathered in a group, chatting.
Sometimes Nan Hai Thirteen would give the lecture, talking about things about the Storm Sea, such as fish bigger than houses, etc. In fact, she only heard about it from hearsay and had not seen much in person, so what she said was inevitably a bit weird, but
The other two audience members listened with great interest.
Sometimes it was Karin who gave the lecture. The little pastor would of course not talk about anything other than those things about the Temple of Life. When she spoke, the other two listeners were of course also interested, especially little Ivy.
But little Ivy doesn’t have time to give the main lecture.
So she is basically in the role of listening and asking.
On the other side of the big tree, about ten steps away from them, were Fang Tian and I.
I held one end of the bamboo flute and let the bamboo flute hang by his side. According to the method mentioned by Fang Tian, he formed a spell through element manipulation and "played" the bamboo flute. Then from time to time, there were sounds of woo la woo la coming from the bamboo.
The flute sounded. Very
This kind of exercise is actually quite monotonous. If it is an ordinary little guy, it will feel a bit novel when you first come into contact with it. If it takes a little longer, it will definitely become annoying.
However, the emotion of "annoyance" rarely appears in a magician.
Even a first-level magic apprentice.
Because magicians deal with consciousness, when you first learn magic, you are exposed to meditation, and in the process of getting familiar with meditation, you need to face "annoyance". If you can't even pass this level, it will be difficult to get started.
Become a first-level magic apprentice.
This is also the main reason why many young apprentices have stayed with their teachers for many years without getting started.
I was having a great time at this time.
This is much more interesting than her previous work of spinning stones! Before meeting her brother, practicing magic was simply a nightmare!
Nanhai Thirteen looked at this side with envy from time to time. We are both magic apprentices, why is there such a big difference?
"Girl, come here." When the conversation there came to an end, Fang Tian waved to little Ivy.
"Brother, what's the matter?" Little Ivy came over with a little jump, and sat next to Fang Tian.
"Well, I have a lot of stories that I want to write, but I'm lazy and don't want to write. Can you help me remember them when I tell them in the future?" Fang Tian said to little Ivy.
"Brother" After hearing Fang Tian's words, little Ivy's mood suddenly dropped. Her face was even a little pale at this moment. She paused and then said with her head lowered: "I can't do it."
Fang Tian felt his shoulders were a little tight, which was because Little Ivy's hand holding his shoulders tightened.
"Brother knows you don't know how to do it, but if you don't know how to do it, can brother teach you?" Fang Tian said with a smile as a flash of distress flashed through his heart.
"Brother, what did you say? You taught me?" After hearing Fang Tian's words, little Ivy suddenly raised her head, her big eyes full of surprise and disbelief, and she stared at Fang Tian for a long time.
Then he said: "Brother, will you teach me to write?"
There was a little trembling in the voice.
"Of course, how about it, do you want to learn or not?" Fang Tian took out his hand, patted her shoulder and said.
Little Ivy didn't speak, biting her lower lip with her teeth, and just nodded desperately.
As she clicked, her eyes turned red, and the next moment, she even threw herself into Fang Tian's arms and started sobbing softly.
Uh, what kind of reaction is this?
Fang Tian was a little stunned.
Fortunately, little Ivy quickly stopped sobbing and sat up again.
Little Ivy still didn't speak, just nodded vigorously.
At this time, i stopped playing the flute and sat on the other side of the bench, lying on Fang Tian's shoulder, looking at Fang Tian and Ivy.
"Brother, let's get out of the way?" Karin said as she and Nanhai Thirteen walked towards this side.
Karin had always called Fang Tian "Your Highness Fang Tian" before. Fang Tian didn't understand what kind of persons the title "Your Highness" could be used for. He had no idea about these. But no matter what, after his repeated calls
Upon request, Karin finally changed her tune and joined those in the compound in calling him "little brother".
"It's okay. If you want to listen, you can listen." Fang Tian waved his hand and said, "But this is not a story. It's very boring. You probably won't be interested."
Regardless of whether they were interested or not, Karin and Nanhai Thirteen still sat on both sides of the bench. This bench was very long and could accommodate seven or eight people without any problem.
So, Fang Tian's lecture began like this.
The purpose of teaching is different, and the things taught will of course be different. Fang Tian taught little Ivy how to read, not just to make her literate.
"Girl, we only learn one word today, 'live,' live, 'live,' understand?" Fang Tian said to little Ivy.
Little Ivy nodded.
"Now let's see how the word 'live' is written." Fang Tian said, while using water spells, he condensed a word "live" with a diameter of about one meter in front of the bench.
The birth of writing must begin with simulation.
And all simulations must start with pictures.
Then this picture began to differentiate after being fixed, and went down two paths.
One is to extract some common elements from the pictures as the matrix for all future references. This method later developed into the bdefg of the earth.
The other path is just the opposite. Instead of extracting pictures, it combines pictures, puts together individual pictures, and uses different combinations of pictures to express different references. The Chinese characters used by Chinese civilization are the basis of this path.
The master of all things.
In other words, no matter what kind of writing they are, as long as you trace their history and go back infinitely, you can find that they all come from the same source.
But this "source" branched off as it went along, forming different tributaries.
Just like the life of the earth itself, starting from microorganisms, as they walked, they differentiated into two branches, plants and animals. There are also creatures that stand at the fork in the road, motionless, and have certain aspects of plants and animals at the same time.
some characteristics.
The writing in this world follows the same path that Chinese writing took in previous lives.
But of course, although it is the same road and the specific text configuration, the differences are still very different.
This reason is very simple. Anyone who has played or seen billiards or table tennis will easily understand it. Even if the same person tees off, from the same angle, with the same force, on the same table, it is impossible.
Create the same situation.
In the interaction process between people and the ball, even a very subtle difference will lead to huge differences in the entire situation.
"Girl, what do you think this side of the word looks like?" Fang Tian used element manipulation to make the left side of the word "living" appear in the air in front of the bench flow from downwards.
It was already easy to guess, but now that Fang Tian demonstrated it, it became even more obvious.
"Brother, is this a small river?" Little Ivy said hesitantly.
This is her first step.
"Yeah! It's the creek!" Fang Tian nodded vigorously, and then said: "Girl, how about it, is it very simple? This is the creek, and it is used to represent the water in the creek."
Little Ivy nodded.
"Then look again, what does the picture here look like?" Fang Tian used magic to demonstrate again, gradually making the right part of the glyph taller and taller, and branching out and lines from it.
After his demonstration, little Ivy understood again.
"Brother, is this a tree?"
"Smart! This is a small sapling." Fang Tian nodded vigorously, "Plant a small sapling by the river and let it be close to the water. This is 'life.' Girl, do you understand?"
Little Ivy nodded happily, her face flushed, and she was so cute.
"Then let's take a look now, why does this little sapling have a beard growing underneath it?" Fang Tian used magic to dynamically display the lower right part of the movable type. Saying this, Fang Tian stretched out his hand, and there was a big tree not far away.
A small branch in my hand fell into Fang Tian's hand, "Girl, tell me, is this branch in my hand dead or alive?"
Little Ivy looked at the branch and hesitated again.
It's said to be dead, but it doesn't look like it. It's obviously green.
It doesn't look like it's alive. My brother just said clearly that it grows by a small river and must be close to the water to be considered alive. Also, there are no whiskers under this small branch.