Chapter 1: The Great Avenue Vase

Dayu Dynasty, Shengjing, Halberd Marquis Mansion.

The old marquis guards the frontier.

Uncle Jiang Hai is in charge of housework, the second master Jiang He and his wife died early, leaving a son to live in Wutong Garden, the third master Jiang Hu spends his days freely, the fourth master Jiang Chuan is in the army, and the fifth sister Jiang Yue swims in the mountains and rivers.

The Sycamore Garden is located on the west side of the main position, and there is a sycamore tree growing in the middle of the courtyard, with a straight trunk and lush branches. Outside is a small pond with lotus flowers, and a pavilion next to it, surrounded by flowers and green bamboos.

The main building has two floors, several wings, a kitchen and so on.

In addition to the main residence, there are very few people in the Hou Mansion who can compare to this small courtyard.

Under the sycamore tree, on the bluestone sat a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, who was Jiang Fan in cultivation, the owner of the Wutong Garden.

The slanting sun shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, mottled and mottled.

The maid Xiaolan waited aside, the sword was dancing in the small courtyard, the cook was cooking dinner, and Lao Zhang was pruning the flower branches.

Jiang Fan finished his practice, opened his eyes, raised his hand, and Xiaolan immediately picked up the teacup and sent it to his hand.

"Young Master, has there been any promotion?" Xiaolan's voice is exceptionally good, soft and glutinous, like the wind tickling the tip of her heart.

Jiang Fan shook his head.

His qualifications are acceptable, although he has been taking medicinal baths since he was a child, his father has instructed him, and he has worked very hard, cultivating diligently day and night, but he is not improving quickly.

In terms of achievements, he is barely a genius.

But for him, it's too much worse.

Jiang Fan held the teacup, stood up, and looked at the sunset.

Thinking of the incident at noon, there was a little cold between his eyebrows.

"They're forcing me to drive big!" Jiang Fan whispered.

Although his father is not the eldest son, he is deeply loved by the old marquis.

Under Aiwu and Wu, his status is naturally much higher.

I wanted to practice silently all the time, and then travel the world when the martial arts were successful, but my parents died far away, and the second room left him as a lone seedling.

Even if he is still the grandson of the old marquis, his status has dropped unconsciously.

At the family banquet at noon, the eldest aunt pointed out to him in words, he was sixteen, and he couldn't nest at home like a woman all day long, ready to set a family affair for him, and then take care of the family business outside, etc.

The implication is obvious, that is, let him let go of Wutong Garden, and if he doesn't know how to do it, he will set a family affair at will, and then send it out, and now it's just the face of the house.

This is not the first time, it was only a hint before, but this time it was almost on the surface, and even compared him to a woman, which is humiliating.

As for the great uncle? But he remained silent.

Jiang Fan understands that Wutong Yuan is too eye-catching after all.

But this is the home left by his parents, his thoughts.

"I don't want any dough." Jiang Fan flashed a sneer.

It was almost pointed out in person, and it is not difficult to imagine that he will definitely be targeted up and down in the mansion in the future, after all, the 'eldest lady' of the Hou Mansion has spoken.

There are bound to be a lot of worries.

What I'm most afraid of is that the eldest lady will completely tear her face and drive him out directly, at that time, it will be really troublesome. In this world where filial piety occupies the apex of morality and the lineage is heirloom, there is no ability to lift the table, and the results speak for themselves.

"Originally, I just wanted to cultivate quietly!"

After knowing that the martial artists of this world can divide the mountains and the sea, Jiang Fan has been cultivating hard and silently, and he hardly pays much attention to mundane things, let alone the intrigue in the mansion.

But after all, it is not a celestial pride, and the achievements are limited.

"If I hadn't opened it, I would have had to work hard, but now?"

A treasure vase appeared in front of Jiang Fan, with a thin neck and round belly, blue-gray, and the word 'Great Dao' was branded on it, which looked ordinary, which was a supreme weapon that came to mind on his sixteenth birthday three days ago.

The function is very simple, it is to absorb all kinds of emotions caused by oneself and turn them into the liquid of creation.

Although I don't know the specific effect of the liquid of creation, it is definitely not easy to think about.

He doesn't like to cause trouble, and his circle is small, and he hasn't condensed a drop of the liquid of creation for three days.

"Xiaolan, you say, how can you quickly cause a sensation, or be known by many people?" Jiang Fan turned around and thought about it in his heart.

"It's very simple, the marquis will definitely be known to the world soon." Xiaolan tilted her little head and thought hard, "Or take the top prize, or marry a princess, and the young master will definitely become famous soon." ”

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes.

"There are four princes in the capital, and there are ten heavenly prides in the world, young master, if you want to become famous, just pull the next one." Xiaoqing jumped three or four meters away, and came to the front lightly, after the long sword turned upside down, he was heroic, and said with big eyes, "Young master, the easiest way is to make up a few jokes that bully men and women, and do all kinds of evil on your head, and then find some storytellers to publicize and publicize, young master, your name will definitely spread all over the capital in a short time." However, it is not possible to say that he will be served by the family law. ”

Xiaolan smiled with her sleeve covering her gourd.

"Storyteller?" Jiang Fan's eyes lit up, his mind suddenly opened, and he couldn't help but rub Xiaoqing's hair, "Not bad, not bad, you gave me a great inspiration." ”

"Young master, you don't want to be a storyteller, do you?" Xiao Qing showed a look of horror, "If Master Hou knew, he would have to kill me." ”

"Don't worry, absolutely not!" Jiang Fan stood up and ordered, "Prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

"Yes, young master!" Xiaolan answered.

Xiaoqing still didn't understand what was going on.

The main house of Wutong Court is a two-story attic, which is very chic.

Jiang Fan went upstairs and came to the study, where there was a bed, a bookshelf, and a table under the window, where he could stand and look into the distance.

Once you're seated, close your eyes.

"The first step is to write a book, write a best-selling book, and elicit emotional changes."

But what you want to write has to think about it.

Three Kingdoms, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Three Heroes? Anachronistic.

Celestial Dragon, Condor Shooting? The strength in the book is too low.

Journey to the West, a god? Needs to be revised, too tired.

Covering the sky with one hand, kidney deficiency? The realm is too high, and the length is too large.

"Zhu Xian!"

Jiang Fan made a decision.

"The length is not too long, and the realm is not necessarily higher than this world, but there is a pursuit of immortality inside, and the story is also full of ups and downs, it should be liked by many people, which is the most appropriate."

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are soon ready.

Xiaolan grinds.

In the depths of Jiang Fan's memory, all kinds of the past have poured out, this may be another plug-in for rebirth, as long as you have seen it in the previous life, you can recall it, no matter how big or small.

Comb through the memory, increase or decrease slightly, pick up the little wolf and splash ink.

The wrist is turned, and the pen is gone.

Write too fast.

When the sun set and night fell, nearly 10,000 words had been written.

After dinner, move your wrists and nourish yourself with true warmth, and continue to write stories.

At night, the red sleeves add fragrance.

There was only a rustle in the study.

In the courtyard, Xiaoqing continued to dance the sword, and under the moonlight, the blue light was faint.

In the main house, the uncle and the lady have already laid down.

"Madam, isn't today's luncheon too explicit?"

"Master, I've been very forbearing, and this is also a chance for him to finally propose to leave. If it weren't for the face of the Hou Mansion, how could it be tolerated until now. Wutong Garden is not much worse than our yard, but you are the future Hou Ye, the acting head of the family, he is a small nephew, but he lives there, which is obviously not suitable. Besides, our son is a descendant of the Jiang family, and in terms of it, he has been reduced to a side branch. The residence of the eldest son of the Jiang family is not necessarily better than that of Wutong Garden, and the ethics of love are unreasonable. If it weren't for the fact that the old man often misses your second brother, hum ......"

"After all, it's my nephew, and I have to take care of some face. How are you going to do that? ”

"The best way is to let him get in the money and send him out, and it's all over the place."

"It's hard for the old man to agree, and it's not easy to find."

"The old man prefers the second child, but he doesn't care much about this grandson, and he won't agree to find the right door. Marquis of Wuyang. ”

"Marquis of Wuyang? That person won't agree, after all, Xiaofan is just my nephew, not a descendant, and his status is too low. ”

"It's man-made, and I've made two preparations."

"Thanks, ma'am. It's late at night, go to sleep. ”

"Husband, people want to sleep on it."

"Yin and yang are reversed, what kind of system is it, let's come for the husband."

Sycamore Garden.

Jiang Fan was also lying on the bed, and his sore wrists had already been relieved by the alternating massages of Xiaolan and Xiaoqing.

"After it is published, it should be able to condense the liquid of creation, and I hope it will be useful for cultivation."

This time, he was very serious.

Jiang Fan already knew the way of cultivation.

Counted, this world can be regarded as a high-level martial arts.

Cultivation is divided into the way of refining gods and the way of martial arts.

God refining only exists in rumors, and even he doesn't know much about it, and he hasn't come into contact with it. However, it is rumored that the way of refining the gods can achieve the yang god, which is comparable to the gods, and I don't know whether it is true or false.

Martial arts are divided into qi training and body refining.

Generally, the practice of qi is called martial arts, but it is to open up the meridians and tricks, which can be sword qi into the sky, sword light to split the sea, and martial arts masters can be the enemy of the country alone.

The refiner is also known as a martial artist, at the bottom of the chain of contempt, in short, it is to polish the body and temper the body, which is quite popular in the army.