"Childe, this is left to you by the master."

As soon as Fang Lian left, the housekeeper Fang Bo walked over with a brocade box.

Uncle Fang is full of gray hair, almost sixty years old, and there is only one son like Ah Zheng. He followed Fang Lian when he was a child, worked diligently all his life, and took care of Fang Ping for more time than his own father.

Fang Ping took the brocade box and asked Uncle Fang to rest with concern.

He sat in the study, on the pear blossom chair where his father usually sits. Looking out from the window, the huge mansion was deserted.

What will be inside?

Fang Ping carefully opened the brocade box, but what caught his eye was not gold and silver jewelry, but a book, a yellowed, somewhat tattered ancient book.

Fang Ping smiled and shook his head.

This is really his father's style. Since he was a child, Fang Lian has always taught him that there is a golden house in the book, and only Yan Ruyu is in the book, and only by reading more can he be productive in the future......

It's a pity that he has been studying hard behind closed doors for more than ten years, but now he can only watch his father go on an adventure.

It's useless to be a scholar!

Fang Ping smiled bitterly and casually opened the ancient book.

"In front of the Emperor of the Purple Xiaxu Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the Jade Chenjun of the Taishang Avenue. Idle Ju Ruizhu makes seven words, scatters the five shapes and turns into ten thousand gods......"

"Hey, this is ......"

Fang Ping's eyes lit up, and he flipped through it several times, confirming that this was the "Huang Ting Jing" he knew in his previous life! It's just that it's impossible to tell if the details are exactly the same as the scriptures of the previous life.

The Daqian Dynasty prevailed in eight shares, and the Buddhist and Taoist classics were all collected by the imperial court and strictly controlled, and very few of them flowed into the people. This was the first time Fang Ping had seen the Taoist Scripture in Daqian.

He never expected that what his father so solemnly left him was such an ancient manuscript of "Huang Ting Jing".

"Don't worry about the big road, don't spread my words......"

Turning to the last page, I can't help but think of some legends about it - "The Inner Scene Huang Ting is the way of immortality" and "Recite the Yellow Court three or five times a day, and it will come true even if you don't know it." ”

"Could it be true that you can become an immortal by studying diligently, hehe." Fang Ping had always thought that Daqian's control over such scriptures and classics was ridiculous.

There was also a letter in the brocade box, Fang Ping picked it up and looked at it, but the pen and ink were not dry.

"Fang Pingwu'er, seeing the letter is like a face. This is absurd, but it is not a joke...... Be cautious, don't forget to always carry it with you, and recite it all the time. ”

sprinkled with a thousand-word essay, the letter described the origin of this "Huang Ting Jing".

It turned out that when Fang Lian was young, he had a close friend who went to Beijing to take the exam. And after that person fell off the list, he was disheartened, so he invited Fang Lian to ask for immortals. Fang Lian had the ambition to serve the country and was unwilling to go together, so the two parted ways.

When I said goodbye, after many years, the scholar was already a fairy wind bone, and he seemed to have achieved cultivation. The other party thanked the two of them for their love back then, so he gave Fang Lian this scripture, hoping that Fang Lian would read it from time to time and become an immortal as soon as possible......

"To be honest, it's pretty." Fang Ping frowned.

With his father's character of "silent and weird" every day, would he believe this?

Don't read this scripture!

Fang Ping threw the scripture book on the desk, paused for a while, and picked it up silently.

"Well, let me read and see what the door is."

"Lao Jun lives idly and makes seven words, explaining the body shape and the gods, there is a Huang Ting and Guan Yuan, and there is a secluded door in front of him, and he has a door of life after ......"

This "Huang Ting Jing" is divided into two parts: "exterior scene" and "interior scene".

The exterior scene talks about the health preservation technique of breathing, "the elephant turtle draws qi to the spiritual root, breathes into the dantian", and so on, it is not difficult to exercise according to its instructions.

However, the interior scene is all about the method of "contemplation", this thing is ethereal, and the text is obscure, Fang Ping only read it twice and then gave it up, and continued to study the Exterior Scene Sutra.

Fang Ping closed his eyes and silently recited the content of the scriptures, while breathing and exhaling according to the guidance of the scriptures on the outside, only to feel that his body was comfortable and his mind was stable, and he fell asleep on the pear blossom chair unconsciously.

In his sleep, hazy, the scriptures of the "Huang Ting Jing" still seemed to be ringing in his ears, as if a villain was sitting in his ears and reciting all the time.

Fang Ping slept very calmly and calmly, but the corners of his mouth were squirming unconsciously. As the scriptures were recited over and over again, the long-dormant yin-yang jade pendant on his chest also changed slightly.

In the dead of night, wisps of thin white gas separated from the moonlight, slowly drifted to Fang Ping's side, and then were inhaled into the yin and yang jade pendant.

With the inhalation of white qi, the yin and yang jade pendant also began to flash and become shiny.

In this way, it was not until dawn that it stopped, and the yin and yang jade pendant converged its light and became mediocre again.

"Childe is not good! Oh no! ”

Early in the morning, the entire Fang Mansion was woken up by this noise.

The family ran from the front hall into the backyard in a panic.

"Stop, what's yelling early in the morning!"

Ah Zheng hugged Jia Ding, "What's the matter, just say it." ”

"Damn, don't say it sooner!"

"Childe, it's not good!"

......

Fang Ping opened his eyes abruptly and woke up from the pear blossom chair.

"Why did you fall asleep here, it seems that I studied too hard last night."

He quickly stood up, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

Ah Zheng pushed open the door, there was no one, and Fang Ping walked out of the study.

"It seems that Childe has been self-disciplined for another night." Ah Zheng cast a look of admiration, worthy of being a son.

Fang Ping stepped into the courtyard, picked up the water in the copper jar and washed his face.

Ah Zhengze waited quietly to the side.

There is a huge Fang Mansion, but there is no half of the girl.

Naturally, it's not because of poverty.

Fang Lian is an honest official, and his family should be poor and white. However, Fang Ping's maternal grandfather was a giant in the southwest, and his mother's dowry alone supported a family of bells and food.

"The youth is vigorous, and the ring is in color."

In order to allow Fang Ping to grow up healthily and study hard, since the death of his mother, his father dismissed all the maids of the right age in the house, leaving only a few male servants and old mothers.

Although he didn't enjoy much of the benefits of the evil feudal society, he still had the ideas of the 21st century in his head after all, and he really couldn't accept the kind of meticulous service that had to wipe his butt when he shit.

"What's wrong?"

"Childe, why did the servant of the family do it with the surname Yang next door!" Ah Zheng said anxiously.

"Don't say it sooner!"

"No, Childe, what you said before, you have to wait until you wash your face before talking about ......"

"Let's go, let's see what's going on."

Fang Ping rushed to the south of the city with Ah Zhenghuo.

In the early years, Fang Lian used his wife's dowry to buy some land. This year, there is a severe drought in the north, and there is naturally no harvest in the fields. The steward asked the servants to change the field into a circle, and raised some cattle and sheep, and only needed to feed hay, and no matter how dry it was, he was not afraid of running out of fodder.

In the famine years, there were many people stealing chickens and dogs, and the Fang family had always been managed by those servants, but they had never lost half of their livestock. The people all said that this was because the people were grateful for Fang Qingtian's kindness, and they would not steal his things even if they starved to death.

Before I reached the dry field, I saw a group of people surrounding me, and there were shouts and scolding from the crowd.

"Come on, let's go!"

"Who are you?"

"What's the matter, I've just eaten two days of food, and I forgot who gave me rice?"

"Yo, Steward Fang!"

"Let's let go, the Fang family is here!"

The people who eat melons get out of the way. These people living in the county are obviously much happier than in the countryside. Luonan County was the first to open a warehouse to release grain, and most of the people in the county received relief.

But the grain in the county is actually used for war preparation, which is the only thing that Qin Shilu and others dare not touch. But after the first wave, it can only last for six or seven days, and then we have to wait for the imperial court to help.

"Uncle Fang, what's going on?" Fang Ping frowned and said, Uncle Fang arrived earlier than them, he should know the situation.

In the crowd, the servants of the Fang family wearing soap-colored clothes are the servants of the Fang family, and the servants of the sheep family are wearing plain clothes. At this moment, both of them have blue noses and swollen faces, and they have colored clothes on their bodies, but they think they have just fought a battle.

Uncle Fang said in a low voice: "Childe, I think it's the people of this sheep family who are looking for trouble...... Ah Si said yes, the cattle herded by the sheep family entered my field and ate my feed. Ah Si reasoned with the other party for a few words, but he didn't know who did it first, and finally turned from a quarrel to a brawl. ”

Fang Ping nodded, and glanced at the plain-clothed servant, although his face was colorful, he still couldn't hide the arrogance in his eyes.

"Who instructed you?" Fang Ping asked directly.

The plain-clothed servant glanced at Fang Ping, and said in a strange manner: "What Fang Gongzi said, the villain can't understand...... If the beast accidentally eats something from your house, he will be disposed of if he wants to live or die......"

He put on a look of grievance, and muttered: "Who doesn't know that the master of the Fang family is a big official, and he can cover the sky with one hand in Yunan County, and even the master in the mansion has to listen to his orders......