It Took 100,000 Years of Immortal Cultivation To Discover That Xinxian Village Was a Forbidden Area

Meet the saint!

Father Fang and Fang Zhongyong kowtowed three times.

Looking at Li Ming again, the vision of the scene just now had disappeared long ago, but the thin figure of the young man has become extremely tall.

The young man they had already identified was a saint, which was completely different from Li Ming himself saying that he was a saint.

Only then did Li Ming breathe a sigh of relief, consuming so much spiritual power and adding special effects, it seems that the effect is very significant. In fact, it only needs to make Fang's father believe that he is a saint.

As long as he solves his problem, all problems will be solved.

He turned around slowly, helped them up, and said: There's no need to be polite, now you finally know why you came here, it's not accidental, it's because of your fate with me.

Please don't worry about my rudeness to you, saint. I'm just a vulgar person. This is your pearl. Return it to you. Father Fang returned the pearl to him, but he didn't dare to take the saint's things.

Li Ming took the pearl back.

Saint, from now on, Zhongyong will teach you, and you have the final say when to be a teacher.

You don't have much time to stay here. Li Ming looked at the dragon-patterned wooden sign on his waist, and the number displayed was 22, You still have 11 hours, after 11 hours, you will return to the Your original place.

Time is short, Zhong Yong, don't hurry up to learn from a teacher. Fang's father said.

Yes, Daddy. Fang Zhongyong was about to kneel down and recognize Li Ming as his teacher, but was stopped by Li Ming, and said, I don't accept apprentices, I'm just here to give you some advice.

Sage, please tell me, I will definitely do it. Fang's father was very dignified this time, his expression was no longer the same as before, the person in front of him was a saint, how could he disrespect.

After you go back, first of all, don't drag Zhong Yong around to visit and make money, let him study hard. Li Ming continued, Second, I know that your family is poor.

Maybe there is not much money, but I can't give you money, you have to earn it yourself, and I will tell you how to make a living.

There are two methods.

First, you can only go to at most one household to write poems, and no more than two households.

Second, isn't Zhongyong good at writing and drawing? You can relax for two days a month, and take Zhongyong to the streets to write poems and buy paintings, so you can also earn a little money.

You can mix these two methods, but you can only use these three days at most to get money in a month.

At other times, you can't take him around to visit and make money.

Li Ming had considered this a long time ago, and he couldn't let Fang's father sell everything to help him study. He could get some income by spending two or three days a month.

Two or three days a month, although they can't make them rich, but with Fang Zhongyong's name and talent, as for getting enough to eat, Li Ming doesn't think it's a big problem.

This is also very good, it is equivalent to a vacation, to get in touch with the outside world, to combine work and rest, and not to study hard.

Fang's father cupped his hands and said, Understood, I must obey the sage's instructions, and I will strictly follow this requirement in the future, and I will definitely train him into a talented person.

This is the personal guidance of the sage, and Father Fang is very solemn and absolutely abides by it.

Well, just remember.

Li Ming looked at Fang's father, the name of a saint is really useful, it can completely suppress him on the ground, it seems that in the future, pretending to be an expert can get twice the result with half the effort.

We are running out of time, Zhongyong, if you have any questions, just ask the saint, I believe the saint will give you the answer. Father Fang patted Fang Zhongyong on the shoulder.

Yes, you can ask me anything. Li Ming said.

Then I won't bother you. Fang's father walked away silently, and started to play with the black dog when he had nothing to do.

Seeing his father going to play with the dog, Fang Zhongyong stopped paying attention, looked up at Li Ming, and said, I want to ask, how did you do what you did just now?

Li Ming said: I am a saint.

Fang Zhongyong asked: Can saints do this?

Li Ming nodded and said: It takes a very powerful sage to be able to follow the words. If you want to do what I do, you must first study hard. If one day, your talent satisfies me, I will Come down in person and teach you how?

He was going to tell a white lie.

Okay, okay. Fang Zhongyong nodded fiercely, smiling happily.

Okay, so what do you want to ask me now? As long as I know, I can teach you one by one. Li Ming said.

Fang Zhongyong glanced at the dragon-patterned wooden sign on Li Ming's waist, and said, The words on the wooden sign have changed again. What is this word? I want to know what it is.

It's called Arabic numerals.

? Fang Zhongyong's face was full of question marks, Is this something created by an old man named Arabia?

Hahaha, come in, let me teach you what these are? Li Ming couldn't help but smile when he heard what he said, pulled him into the room, took out a blank paper and pen, and wrote Arabic numerals on it.

0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.

Li Ming taught him to recognize these numbers: These are just like abacus calculations. They are used for calculations. These are very useful. It simplifies everything. Statistics are expressed by addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

What is addition, subtraction, multiplication and division? Fang Zhongyong asked again.

I'll give you the rules now.

Li Ming wrote out the rules of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division in one go, and explained them to him after writing, and explained them carefully, lest he would not understand.

It was the first time for Fang Zhongyong to receive this amazing knowledge, and it was indeed difficult to understand. Fortunately, he is not an ordinary person, he is a child prodigy, and he is not particularly difficult to teach.

But time passed faster and faster, and the number displayed on the dragon pattern wooden sign gradually changed to 12.

Fang Zhongyong was puzzled: I have already understood that the number on the wooden sign is 12, but the number is getting smaller and smaller. I have never seen this kind of timing method.

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, can you memorize it? Li Ming looked at him.

Not yet, but I want to know this first, and I will recite these later.

Actually, there is no rush to recite it. You can recite it when you go back. You can take all these draft papers with you.

Can I?

Of course, then I will tell you what the numbers on the wooden sign represent. This is another field. Let me ask you how many hours are there in a day?

Twelve. Fang Zhongyong replied.

How to divide the twelve hours? Li Ming asked again.

By engraving, a stick of incense, a cup of tea...

This is an overview. Let me tell you another method of timekeeping, which can be accurate to hours, minutes, and seconds. Li Ming directly drew a clock on the white paper, with hour hands, minute hands, and second hands.

Li Ming has not explained yet.

But Fang Zhongyong looked at the lifelike things drawn by the sage, he felt that the sage had opened up a new world for him, his heart was beating thumping, and he was extremely excited.

He couldn't suppress the surge in his heart, and asked:

what is this?