Chapter 3: Practicing and Reading

In fact, Fan Xian didn’t realize that he was practicing an extremely profound internal gong method, and if he were an ordinary martial artist, he would have practiced carefully and with unparalleled caution, and would have asked his master or a trusted friend to help watch over him.

The most treacherous part of this technique is at the entrance, when the practitioner’s body and mind reaction speed will be greatly different when he/she has to accumulate the power into the dantian and snowy mountain, the most direct consequence is that the practitioner’s body functions will become like a vegetable who cannot move.

If at this time the practitioner if inexperienced, it is easy to mistakenly think that he or she has gone off the deep end, forcibly want to accept the true qi into the house – if lucky, unusually strong practitioners may be able to return the body’s chaotic true qi into the meridians, but it is the same as practicing kung fu without half the effect. In the case of a beginner, he or she might be alarmed by such a panic, leading to a true invasion of the heart’s demons.

Whereas a beginner like Fan Xian not only didn’t go off the deep end, but was able to experience that mysterious feeling much more easily than those who were strong, it was due to his birth and luck.

Because when he started practicing this nameless true qi, his host body was still a baby, and the innate qi brought from his mother’s body hadn’t yet been fully gifted back to all things in heaven and earth, and was still stuck in his body, so he practiced with half the effort, and even marvelously kept most of the innate true qi tuned in his own meridians.

And the heart demon hurdle that cultivators were most likely to encounter was not too difficult for Fan Xian.

Don’t forget that in his previous life, Fan Xian had been sick for several years, and had long since gotten used to his brain not being able to command his body, so the first time he encountered such a situation, he didn’t panic, but instead felt the warmth of having found the residual memories of his past.

Therefore, when he practiced for the first time, when the qi senses just started to run amok, making his body unable to move, he was not very afraid.

It was precisely because he was fearless that his mind was free of distractions, which instead allowed him to easily pass the toughest hurdle.

From then on, practicing became easier, as long as he silently recited the gong secret, he would naturally enter a meditative state – so for Fan Xian, his daily nap was very sweet, and he could not be woken up by thunder.

It was extremely difficult for ordinary cultivators to enter a meditative state because it required chance and coincidence, and for a child like this to use his nap as meditation every day was a luxury beyond description.

The heavens had truly favored him.

Once he woke up from a nap, he put together that fresh and cute little face and rolled it in the towel in the hand of his maiden sister, even if he washed his face.

In the afternoon, then began to follow the count’s house in the study from the East China Sea County specially invited over the teaching teacher to learn. This teaching teacher was not very old, about thirty years old, but the feeling on his body was full of old rot.

The Qing country as early as ten years ago will rise a literary improvement, to the paper cabinet adult Mr. Hu’s a literary improvement ruminations for the beginning, today’s literary field, is the ancient text and today’s text war sand field.

The so-called ancient language is Fan Xian’s memory of the literary language, and today’s language, some like the vernacular, only with the rhetoric to elegant training some.

Fan Xian’s teacher, is a fan of the ancient school of literature, so every day to teach Fan Xian to read is what some of the scriptures, these scriptures, although not quite the same as Fan Xian’s world of the Four Books and Five Classics, but it is very wonderful that a lot of the contents of the purpose of the difference is not too big, there are Confucianism, Mozambique and law and the Road of the difference.

So much so that when Fan Xian listened to the lecture for the first time, he began to wonder where he was.

Summer heat, the study is also hot steam, the teacher will be the south side of the window pushed open, the window outside the cicada sound through up, and with the breeze, extremely beautiful. Mr. turned back to look, their own young students are lying on the table daze, is trying to speak out of reprimand, but looked at the small face of that clear beauty, somehow but a soft heart.

Mr. Teaching is actually very appreciative of their own this little student, a young age, actually talk clearly, for the book contained in the previous micro-aggression can also understand one or two, for a four-year-old boy, it is really not easy.

Mr. Teaching himself also have doubts, thinking that Count Sinan is not too eager, give their own letter is too demanding, forced to start teaching four-year-old yellow mouth children scripture. If you are in an ordinary family, at this age, you are just learning some words and memorizing the knowledge of children.

When he finished teaching, Fan Xian politely bowed to Mr. Fan, and then respectfully waited for Mr. Fan to leave the study first, before he took off his coat, which was already wet with sweat, and ran towards the study, making the maid behind him yell to be careful and follow him all the way.

When he entered the main courtyard, Fan Xian immediately stopped, his face piled up a pure smile of innocence and cuteness, staggered in like a small adult, saw the old lady sitting in the center, and opened his mouth to milky voice and shouted, “Grandma.”

The old madam’s face was kind and benevolent, the deep wrinkles were full of traces of age, only occasionally certain looks in her eyes revealed, letting others know that this old madam was actually quite uncomplicated – it was said that Earl Sinan was able to have the present day, and the old madam’s connections in Kyoto could not be separated.

“What did you learn today?”

Fan Xian stood honestly in front of his chair and finished what Mister had taught him, then finished saluting and went to the side courtyard to eat with his sister.

Between the old madam and her grandson, it seemed strange. I don’t know if it was because Fan Xian was an illegitimate child, but although the old madam didn’t mistreat him, she was always particularly demanding, so it always felt like there were a few hints of rustiness.

Fan Xian still remembered that when he was only a year old, this old madam in front of him had once hugged herself and cried late at night, and naturally, the old madam couldn’t imagine that a one year old baby could understand her, and even more so, she had always memorized her words silently.

“Child, if you want to blame, blame your father, poor little guy, just born and his mother is gone.”

Body life? This was a great question in Fan Xian’s mind, when he had just arrived in this world he had encountered a sniping attack, although he now knew that his father was Count Sinan, a high ranking official in Kyoto who he had never met, but who was his mother? Back then, Earl Sinan was still in the army following His Majesty the Emperor’s western expedition, and those killers were naturally targeting his own mother.

But inside him was a soul belonging to another world, so naturally it was impossible for him to have any father-son feelings for Earl Sinan, whom he had never met, and only occasionally thought of that woman who had already left this world, that one’s nominal mother.