The next morning, Zhang Xuan got up and found that his whole body was sore, and he couldn't care about washing, so he immediately ran to the courtyard and played Tai Chi twice, and practiced Yongzi Bajian again, until he was tired and panting, and then sat down and practiced breathing.

After it was done, I finally felt that my whole body was no longer so painful.

It is precisely because of this breathing method attached to the swordsmanship, which is completely different from the mental method but is extremely magical, and can relieve physical fatigue and pain, that Zhang Xuan was able to insist on practicing the sword until the evening yesterday.

"Before the inner breath is practiced in the mental method, this is completely a shortcut to sword training that is equivalent to a cheat!"

It was not early, Zhang Xuan finished cultivating, and after hurriedly washing up, he rushed to the front hall, and four plates of pickles had been placed on the table, unlike yesterday, Zhang Xuan found a few shredded meat in today's pickles.

Next to the dining table sat a middle-aged man in a burlap robe, with a respectful expression, a little rickety back, slender fingers, calluses on the back of his hands, his angular face was weathered, and his eyes were cloudy, but the light that flashed in his eyes from time to time showed that this man was not so muddy as he seemed on the surface.

Although he did not inherit the memory of the original owner, and it was the first time he saw this middle-aged man, the familiarity of the body instinct, and the person who could sit at the dinner table at this time. There is no need to guess, he must be the only manservant in the family - Uncle Zhong.

So Zhang Xuan immediately stepped forward and saluted: "Uncle Zhong, good morning!"

Hearing Zhang Xuan's greeting, the middle-aged man immediately stood up, his eyes were excited, he held Zhang Xuan's arm, and said, "Young master, I can't help it, I can't help it! Young master, you are finally well, and now Mrs. can rest assured." Young master, I heard that you got a job in Wei Mansion?"

Uncle Zhong paused, and when he saw Zhang Xuan nodding, he continued: "Okay, okay! It's still the young master's anger, if you can see the young master's high school, the old slave will be blind even if he dies!"

"Uncle Zhong, don't say that!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm so happy, the wind is so strong this morning, I'm blind!" Uncle Zhong rolled up his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes.

It seems that this man really cares about Zhang Xuan, otherwise he wouldn't be so happy when he heard that Zhang Xuan was in good health and had a good future, and tears flowed out.

You must know that in ancient times, it was especially particular about men who did not flick their tears.

In fact, it is true, Uncle Zhong was sold to Zhang's house at a very young age because of his poor family, and he never got married, and he had the opportunity to be free because of the accident ten years ago, but he was grateful for the kindness of the Zhang family and volunteered to stay and take care of Zhang Xuan, the orphans and widows.

It has been more than 30 years since he came to the Zhang family, and he is almost forty years old. Of course, Uncle Zhong's deed of sale was returned to him ten years ago.

As for Bao'er, this little girl has never signed any deed of sale from the beginning.

Because of the absence of a queen, Uncle Zhong has always regarded Zhang Xuan and Bao'er as his own children.

Zhang Xuan had just helped Uncle Zhong to sit down, and Zhang's mother and Bao'er came in with two bowls of porridge, exactly one bowl per person, but the bowl of porridge in front of Zhang Xuan added an extra egg.

Zhang Xuan didn't say much, because Zhang Xuan knew that even if he asked everyone to be the same as him now, not only would he not get everyone's consent, but he would be nagged by his mother. Only when the living conditions are better in the future, then the persuasion will be effective, after all, Zhang's mother is a diligent and thrifty person.

The family gathered around the dining table to eat, and from time to time there was the crisp laughter of the girl. Zhang Xuan liked this happy atmosphere very much.

Taking advantage of the free time to eat, Zhang Xuan used the Qi Hope Technique and looked at his mother.

As for himself, as early as when he was washing, Zhang Xuan had seen it through the washbasin. In the middle was a standing crimson natal qi, surrounded by a cloud of white qi.

This means that if you don't have an accident, you can eventually become a seven-grade official, no wonder you haven't been admitted to Xiucai, but that old Taoist has always called himself "Maocai Gong", and said that he will be a parent in the future, isn't it the county?

It seems that although that old Taoist doesn't know how to look at qi, he should also have a similar ability to get a glimpse of a person's life.

And the white qi around the natal qi indicates his current status: white body, that is, ordinary people.

First of all, the mother on the left hand side, I saw that the natal qi on Li's head was white, and there was also some white qi gathered around, but there were still a few traces of gray qi in these white gas masses.

It was sick, and it seemed that the torment of these days had made Lee's body sick.

According to the original proposition of Xuan, Zhong Xiucai will be at least thirty years old, let alone be admitted to the Zhongjin Sergeant to become an official, so how can he get forty or fifty years old.

If he hadn't crossed over by himself, Zhang Xuan's illness would have dragged on for another ten days and half a month. Even if the Li family is not tired and falls ill, he will fall ill, and it is very likely that he will die without seeing Zhang Xuan's fame, and Bao'er will also be sold, and even become some people's playthings.

This would be another poor scholarly tragedy.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan's guilt for occupying the body of the original owner who didn't know where the soul had gone was also alleviated a lot.

"You can go with confidence, since I occupy your body, from now on, your family is my family, and I will take care of them!"

Then, Zhang Xuan looked at Uncle Zhong who was sitting opposite, as expected, Uncle Zhong's luck was similar to his mother's. A white natal qi stood upright in the middle, and there was some white qi around, but the gray qi in these white qi was more than that of the mother, reaching more than a dozen threads. It seems that Uncle Zhong's physical condition is even worse than that of his mother.

This is understandable, after all, in addition to taking care of this family, Uncle Zhong also has to work hard every day.

When he looked at Bao'er again, he startled Zhang Xuan.

Bao'er is also surrounded by white air masses, but there is no gray gas, which means that she is healthy like ordinary people. It's nothing special, it's just, "Who can tell me what's going on with that cyan natal qi standing up above her head?"

You must know that such a natal qi is either rich or expensive. In the man's body, that is the life of the third product or the marquis. In the girl, that is the life of Qingfeng, the candidate for the queen.

"And how can Bao'er have such a high life character?"

The life of this world is generally influenced by two factors.

One is Zude Mengyin, for example, the ancestor has been famous and has been an official, and is very influential, or the ancestor is well buried and buried in a feng shui treasure. Then by Zudemeng's yin, his descendants may form a relatively high life. This is predestined at birth, it is predestined, and it is generally difficult to change.

First, nobles favor them, and the most typical is to take advantage of the situation, such as "the mother is more expensive than the son", "the wife is more expensive than the husband", "the son is more valuable than the father" and so on. There is also a kind of high-life, high-status people who look at you more pleasing to the eye and are willing to support you, which is called blue-eyed Youjia.

However, this kind of promotion is also limited, it is just to try to improve your status on the basis of your original life, and generally will not break your original life.

Because this is going to consume his luck, and he can't afford it, and you can't afford it.

For example, a person is the life of the crimson Zhengqipinzhi County, and the Hubu Shangshu sees him as pleasing to the eye, and after he enters the high school, he appoints him as a Qipinzhi County, which is called carrying him.

If this household secretary insists on recommending him to be the Taishou of the five grades, then he will be very unhappy in his tenure, and there will be many disasters and difficulties. For example, murders are frequent, thieves are rampant, the yamen goes to the water for no reason, the treasury is stolen or something, and even the official or even the life may be lost because of this, which is called killing.

In this world, there is only one person who can break this rule, and that is the dynasty. Use the luck of a dynasty to nurture a person's personality.

For example, a person with a positive seven-rank lifeline, the emperor first asked him to be a seven-rank magistrate for one year, and then transferred to an idle position from the sixth grade, raised him for a year, and then gave him a practical position from the sixth grade, and when he sat firmly, he was transferred to an idle position of the sixth grade, raised for two years, and finally received his actual position from the sixth grade, which is no problem.

However, this method of breaking the life pattern by nourishing is too much luck and time. If you want to cultivate a person with a positive seventh-grade personality to the positive sixth-grade, the amount of luck consumed is the sum of all the luck in a prince's body.

No ruler in all dynasties would be so stupid.

Perhaps, cultivation is also a way to break the fate, but Zhang Xuan has not cultivated, everything is just speculation!

Bao'er's natal qi is cyan, which shows that her original family background should be very good, "the son is more precious than the father", this natal qi cannot come out of thin air, it is very likely to come from her father, and his father must still be alive.

As for her biological father's status, why didn't he come to her. Zhang Xuan didn't know, and he didn't want to know, he just knew that Bao'er was his maid.

Zhang Xuan calmed down, and a quiet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.