After a while, Song Yi came back to his senses from the colorful world described in the book.

I have to admit that the things recorded in the book are indeed too novel and shocking, if it is on the earth, such things must be contrary to science, just some creatures of various sizes are often in thousands of zhang, thousands of zhang, it has violated the biological system on the earth, and the continent in millions of miles, this world is actually thousands, which is in line with the modern physical system.

But in this great Hengtian world, everything makes Song Yi no longer dare to make conclusions, Song Yi doesn't know if there is another set of self-consistent natural rules here, but he will no longer arbitrarily put the modern scientific system into it, so to know how true the things recorded in the book are, he wants to judge with his own eyes and logic.

And now, he felt that he should read all of them first.

However, at this moment, Qiao Yun's voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Young Master... You?"

Hearing the voice, Song Yi turned around, he saw Qiao Yun holding pen, ink and paper, and he didn't know when he was already standing beside him, Song Yi could only smile bitterly in his heart, sure enough, he was too absorbed in what he saw just now.

"Come here, I'll teach you to read. Temporarily closing the book, Song Yi took Qiao Yun to the center of the library pavilion, there was a large table, although it looked a little old, but it was wiped clean, Song Yi decided to use this as a temporary teaching desk.

Although the main purpose of coming to the Library Pavilion this time was to read books, at the same time, it didn't matter if Song Yi taught Qiao Yun to read and write.

Sitting down at the table, Song Yi looked at Qiao Yun who was standing beside him, and he first asked, "You... Do you know how to write your own name?"

However, Qiao Yun shook his head, which was expected by Song Yi, he knew that servants and maids like Qiao Yun were generally exiled and then kindly taken in by the Song family, in this underdeveloped background, people's literacy rate would naturally be very low, and some people didn't even know how to write their names, such as Qiao Yun.

"Grind the ink. Under Song Yi's instructions, Qiao Yun quickly sharpened the ink, and then Song Yi picked up a small brush and wrote two words on the clean white paper, then he rotated the white paper in a circle, faced Qiao Yun, and asked, "Do you know?"

Qiao Yun shook his head again, but this time Song Yi frowned, and then said, "This is your name, Qiao Yun." ”

Hearing this, a touch of surprise and curiosity suddenly appeared on Qiao Yun's face, she blinked her eyes, looking at the two fonts on the white paper, this was actually the first time she saw her name, although it looked like two complex patterns intertwined, but Qiao Yun tried hard to write it down.

"It's useless to memorize by memorization, unless you have a special way of remembering. Song Yi picked up a small brush and a piece of paper and handed it to Qiao Yun: "As it is, write it yourself." ”

"But young master, I... Can't write. Qiao Yun said with some cringe.

"That's why I let you learn, it's okay, I just want you to copy it, you can think it's drawing, that's the first step in your literacy." Song Yi encouraged Qiao Yun, he had to let the latter learn to write his name first, and then he could arouse his interest in the words themselves.

Only on the premise of interest can the efficiency of learning be significantly improved.

In the following day, Song Yi barely stepped out of the library pavilion, and in front of the table, Qiao Yun kept copying his name according to Song Yi's instructions.

At first, Qiao Yun was not confident enough, so that it took more than ten minutes to write the first name, and the final product was not even incomprehensible to Song Yi, it was simply a real drawing symbol; In order to help Qiao Yun grasp the outline of the font faster, Song Yi folded the white paper into four halves, and after spreading it out, it formed four small squares similar to the Tianzi book, within this range, Qiao Yun was more able to correct the outline of the font.

It wasn't until an hour later that Qiao Yun was finally able to write his name on a blank piece of paper without creases, although it was still very rough, but the rest was practice, the control of the pen force, the control of the size of the glyph, Song Yi asked him to enlarge and reduce the font freely on the premise of ensuring the basic outline.

After Qiao Yun had gradually mastered the way to write his name, Song Yi was not in a hurry to start teaching other new words, but asked the former to keep practicing, and he could set a small goal first, such as writing it two or three hundred times first.

Taking advantage of Qiao Yun's practice, Song Yi naturally seized the time to browse the books in the library cabinet, different from the dazzling random reading before, this time Song Yi divided the books in the library into several major areas, first of all, he browsed the historical area, to have a three-dimensional understanding of a world, of course, to see how the development process of this world is, and to understand the historical process at the same time, naturally there are also some big people interspersed in the river of history.

Because of the ultra-fast reading speed of nearly 150 million words per minute and the unforgettable memory, so after an hour, Song Yi has read hundreds of books, in addition to nearly 100 books that Song Yi thought had no reading value after just a glance, at first he was very surprised by the world described in the book, but as he gradually got used to it, he basically achieved the level of directly memorizing every page with just a glance.

Halfway through, the old man returned to the library and saw Song Yi quickly flipping through the books, thinking that the latter was looking for something, but in fact Song Yi was concentrating all his energy on reading, and this kind of reading speed was terrible for anyone.

It wasn't until noon that Qiao Yun completed the copying of the names arranged by Song Yi two hundred times, in order to save blank paper, she could only make her own writing smaller, so that each page could hold nearly twenty names, and after two hours of training, Qiao Yun at this time was already able to write a decent font.

Just when Qiao Yun wanted to explain to Song Yi that she had completed the task, she suddenly found that it was already noon, and this time should be the time to cook for Young Master Song Yi, so she didn't bother Young Master Song Yi, who forgot to sleep and eat.

Qiao Yun quickly went to the kitchen area and quickly brought food for Young Master Song Yi, and along with her, there was also a maid who delivered food to Young Master Song Ren, at first the two talked to each other, talking and laughing, and they got along very well, but when the maid saw Qiao Yun and Young Master Song Yi sitting and eating together, she was almost stunned, and she was a little suspicious of her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the maid also saw that Young Master Song Yi was actually in front of the table with Qiao Yun, pointing to dozens of pieces of drawing paper full of words on the table, and there were contacts between the two talking, the maid saw Young Master Song Yi praising Qiao Yun, and finally she learned that these words were all written by Qiao Yun.

A young master of the Ming Hall was actually teaching a maid to write, which completely subverted the cognition of the maid named Song Ren who delivered food!

"Hmph! I dare to seduce the young master of Minghaotang, I am going to tell the housekeeper that she must be punished. The maid gritted her teeth and spread the news among the Song family.