The only benefit after being reborn is probably that his limbs are now flexible and can jump around, this realization makes Fan Xian feel very gratified, people who have not suffered from his disease, it is probably difficult to feel this kind of happiness - he comforts himself, this may be a gift from God to himself.

It took him four full years to figure out this question, since he has the opportunity to live again, why don't he live a good life? Since God has given him a new life, if he doesn't have a good life, won't he be too bad to give God face? For example, since he can move now, why don't he move more?

Therefore, the people of the entire Earl's Court know that this young master is a corner sè who can't be idle.

"Young master, please, come down quickly. ”

At this time, Fan Xian was sitting at the top of the rockery in the yard, looking at the horizon in the distance, smiling.

But in Yahuan's eyes, a four-year-old child actually climbed to such a high place, and had such a mature smile, it was obvious that the little guy was suffering from madness.

Gradually, more and more people gathered under the rockery, and seven or eight people were anxious around the rockery.

Although Count Sinan is appreciated by His Majesty the Emperor, after all, the title is not high, the official is not big, and the income on the surface is not too much, even if the income is large, it is impossible to use it all on his mother and illegitimate son, so there are not too many people in Earl Beppu.

Fan Xian looked at the anxious faces of those people under the rockery, couldn't help sighing, and honestly climbed down: "It's just a sport, what's the hurry?"

The subordinates have long been accustomed to the quirk of their little young master who has learned the tone of the adult's tone, and when they saw it, they hugged him and went to take a bath.

When Fan Xian's washed lipstick, teeth and white body were fragrant and tender, Yahuan hugged him again, touched his face with a smile, and teased: "The young master was born like a young lady from another family, and I don't know which young lady will be happy in the future." ”

Fan Xian stupidly didn't answer, he didn't want to use the mouth of a four-year-old child to tease the teenage sister Yahuan, this kind of tasteless thing he didn't bother to do - wait until he was six years old to start this great and challenging job.

"It's time for a nap, little ancestor. ”

Yahuan patted the little guy's buttocks, they have always been very strange, although the little young master in Earl Beppu is young, and his love has begun to show a stubborn beginning, but in some ways he has always maintained a kind of adult self-discipline and hard work.

Like taking a nap.

Anyone who has had a normal childhood will always remember how he fought desperately against the great demons who forced him to sleep in the bright midday sun.

Some of those demons are called Dad, some are called Mom, and some are called Teachers.

But Young Master Fan Xian is a person who never needs someone to force him to take a nap, every twelve o'clock in the afternoon, he will pile up the loveliest innocent smiling face, obediently return to his bedroom and start sleeping, and he will not even make a sound halfway.

The old lady didn't believe it at first, and shouted that the girls stared at the little guy, thinking that he was messing around in bed in the name of sleeping, but after staring for more than half a year, she found that the child really slept dead every time, and it was difficult to wake him up even when he shouted.

Since then, the maidens have stopped paying attention to this matter, and when he sleeps, he usually stays outside and watches.

At this time, it was summer, and the girls were naturally lacking, leaning their bodies, and the Xiao Luo fan in their hands shook gently from time to time, and occasionally flew fireflies dancing lightly in the fan wind.

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Back in the bedroom, Fan Xian climbed into bed, lifted the mat on it, and carefully took out a book from the hidden compartment below.

The cover of the book is yellowish, and it looks like it is some years old, but there is not a word on it, but the corners are embroidered with some ornaments that do not know what the meaning represents, and the end of each stroke is outlined, like a flowing cloud, and like a corner of a wide sleeve with the charm of antiquity.

He gently opened the book and turned to the seventh page, where there was a ** man painted on it, and some red lines on his body seemed to be hidden, I don't know what paint was used to paint it, which actually gave the viewer a visual illusion, as if these lines were slowly flowing in a certain direction.

Fan Shen sighed, his appearance was only four years old, so he had never dared to show his book too much, but fortunately, there was such a book that could kill him when he was bored.

This book was left to me by a blind boy named Wuzhu when he was very young.

Fan Shen always remembered the blind boy, the servant of his own mother in this world.

He had been in the boy's arms when he was trapped in the body of a little baby. From Kyoto all the way to this port by the sea, perhaps the other party thinks that he is too young to remember anything at all. But Fan Shen's soul is not an ignorant baby, along the way, he can already see that the blind boy's care for his baby is from the heart, and it can't be faked at all.

But I don't know why, after the blind boy sent himself to the Earl Sinan Palace, he left the house, no matter how the old lady kept him, he didn't stay.

Before he left, he placed the book next to the baby's body.

Fan Shen has always had some doubts about this matter, isn't this servant afraid of practicing blindly? After thinking about it, he knew the reason, he was a child, and it was impossible for him to know the words in the book, so naturally he was not afraid of practicing problems.

But Fan Shen happened to know the words in this world, and after experiencing this rebirth change, he even believed in such things as ghosts and immortals, and was even more convinced that the book in front of him, which was very similar to the props in the Hong Kong TVB TV series, was a kind of true qi cultivation method.

It's just a pity that he doesn't have a name, otherwise he can go to those children on the street to inquire about whether this true qi cultivation method is powerful.

Thinking of this, Fan Shen smirked again, since this thief let himself live again, he should cherish it even more, this internal strength is a good thing that he doesn't have in that world, even if the nameless mental method in front of him is not good, but he can't help but start practicing it from the age of one.

You must know that this is a few realms lower than starting to practice in the womb of a mother.

You must know that all the people in the whole world, including the few great masters who are worshiped by the people as gods, even if they are geniuses, it is impossible for them to be the same as Fan Shen, who has been practicing the true qi of the inner family since they were just born.

What is this called? This is called the early bird gets the worm, this is called the stupid bird flying first.

What's more, he won't be even more stupid than those teenagers who are new to martial arts, right?

Fan Shen thought like this, and the true qi current, which already had a distinct sense of qi, began to slowly follow the lines depicted in those books, flowing on his body, and the feeling was very comfortable, as if some kind of warm water was washing every inch of his internal organs.

Gradually, he entered a meditative state and fell asleep comfortably in bed.

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