My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 532 - 351: Isn’t it you who asked me to count?

Chapter 532: Chapter 351: Isn’t it you who asked me to count?

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Trying to count stars to fall asleep, are you sure that’ll make you sleepy?

Sleep, my foot.

Zhao Rong didn’t answer that question, somewhat between tears and laughter as he brushed away the small hand pinching his nose.

Zhao Rong then patted her proudly raised little head.

Shaking his head, he directly spoke to little Qian’er, who was covering her forehead with her tiny tiger-teeth showing:

"Silly girl, count again."

Zhao Qian’er glanced at him warily with squinted eyes, a vengeful expression on her face as she casually said, "Count what?"

"Sigh, when you’re not flipping through the Star Scripture, you said you’d count 9,008 stars to fall asleep. Then, after flipping through the Star Scripture, as you alternated between counting the characters in the book and the stars outside the window, how many stars did you count?"

Zhao Qian’er furrowed her brows and looked down at her fingers, "Um, five thousand one hundred and six, what about it?"

Zhao Rong didn’t respond, just looked at her.

"......"

The air quieted for a moment.

At one point, Zhao Qian’er slightly stunned, the puzzled expression on her face suddenly changed.

The little girl was naturally intelligent and clever, it’s just that she hadn’t thought in this direction before—well, or perhaps in an era where basic enlightenment education primarily centered on the humanities, there was a lack of this meticulous thinking.

Now, with just a little hint from Zhao Rong, she quickly caught on.

Indeed, throughout the Xuanhuang Realm, both up and down Xuanhuang Mountain, education predominantly followed this pattern, with a generally low level of mathematical skills, evidenced by the primary focus on the Six Arts at Linlu Academy, which only slightly touched upon chess skills and arithmetic.

However, this didn’t mean there were no individuals proficient in mathematics; some Great Cultivators developed high mental acuity, and undoubtedly, some were highly talented in this area.

Moreover, among the hundreds of schools, there were also cultivators specialized in mathematics.

At this moment, Zhao Qian’er raised her little hands and stared intently at them.

She wrinkled her brows and counted her fingers, muttering softly, "Hmm, did I forget to count something? Eh, should I add, add, add the characters too..."

Zhao Rong’s lips twitched.

Is this the genius of the Sword Dao from Tranquility Mansion?

But he was just teasing, as he pretty much understood little Qian’er.

Sometimes, if you only hang onto the mindset of another world, you might find some things and people in this world amusing and incomprehensible.

But Zhao Rong had already integrated into it, understanding and connecting the ways of thinking from both his past and current lives.

Being able to see the limitations present in each, his perspective and thoughts had broadened considerably.

Just like now, when little Qian’er got confused by simple arithmetic, while the philosophies and principles of the various scholars of this world were understood and considered natural by the people. Yet, if placed in the world of Zhao Rong’s past memories, most people would not understand them.

To give an example.

Why should Lin Wenruo be allowed to marry eighteen wives?

Yes, precise and appropriate.

Zhao Rong cleared his throat with a light cough.

Zhao Qian’er’s confused eyes gradually became lucid, nodding her little head in a slight daze:

"So that’s how you count it, I should add the characters too, hmm, why didn’t I think of that before? And also, should I add another five thousand one hundred and eight stars, so how many is that, does it... does it exceed nine thousand and eight, does it? Doesn’t it?"

Five thousand one hundred and eight stars plus five thousand one hundred and eight stars equals how many?

A serious expression covered her egg-shaped little face.

The little girl stood on the starry lake surface, looking down and pursing her lips, counting fingers one by one, as if determined to confront these overlooked stars to the end.

Although Zhao Rong somewhat understood why Zhao Qian’er was so ’dumb,’ lacking even the slightly advanced thinking of multiplication and addition.

But seeing her in front of him, so foolishly stubborn, he couldn’t help but laugh a bit, then quickly stopped himself.

"Ahem."

The little girl instantly glanced at him warily. Seeing Zhao Rong’s reaction, she blushed and turned away, continuing to count her fingers...

Keeping a straight face, Zhao Rong saw this and couldn’t help but chuckle.

He stepped forward, pressed down on her head and turned her to face him:

"It’s ten thousand two hundred and sixteen."

Zhao Rong’s lips curled in a smile, bending over to rub her forehead, "Alright, stop counting; a hundred fingers wouldn’t be enough for you."

Zhao Qian’er’s face flushed, and she looked at him biting her lip, her voice as faint as a mosquito, "Oh, so the number... ten thousand two hundred and sixteen... ten thousand..."

She swayed her head side to side and wrestled Zhao Rong’s patting hand away from her head.

Then, the little girl turned her face away, unable to face Zhao Rong’s approaching countenance. She raised her hand to gather the hair that had come loose and tucked it behind her ear, her earlobes tinged with a light pink.

Zhao Qian’er’s peach blossom eyes gently squinted, seemingly gazing at the distant shoreline lights, murmuring to herself:

"Oh, such a dumb girl, surely no one would want her, the young miss won’t love her, the young master won’t care, just a silly girl who can’t even count the stars."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "That’s not the case, don’t think too much."

Zhao Qian’er nodded assertively, "That’s exactly it."

"I said, that’s not the case."

"It is like this, you only want to live together, you don’t want a dumb maid causing trouble for you, it’s always like this, dispensable, but you know, I can’t do without the sun and moon, I... I can’t do without them. But now, it feels like I’m superfluous, I’m... how can I deal with this, I can never finish counting the stars..."