Chapter 2: The Nameless Yellow Book

  The only benefit of rebirth, probably, is that now all four limbs are agile and can jump around. This realization made Fan Xian feel very comforted. People who had never suffered from his kind of illness would probably find it hard to understand this joy - he consoled himself, thinking that perhaps this was a blessing from heaven.

  It took him four whole years to think this through, if he had the chance to live again, why not make the most of it? Since heaven gave him a new life, if he didn't live well, wouldn't that be too disrespectful to heaven? For example, since he can move now, why not move more?

  So all the people in the Earl's house knew that this young master was a restless character.

  "Master, please, come down quickly."

  At this time, Fan Xian was sitting on the highest peak of the artificial hill in the courtyard, looking at the distant sea horizon, smiling.

  But in Yaya's eyes, a four-year-old child actually climbed to such a high place and had such a mature smile that was about to burst, it was obvious that the little guy had gone crazy.

  More and more people gathered under the artificial hill, seven or eight servants surrounded the artificial hill in a hurry.

  Although Viscount South was favored by the Emperor, after all, his title was not high and his official position was not large. His apparent income would not be too much, even if he had a lot of income, it would not be possible to use it all on his mother and illegitimate son, so there were not many servants in the viscount's mansion.

  Fan Xian looked at the anxious faces of those people under the fake mountain and couldn't help but sigh, honestly climbing down: "It's just exercise, what's the hurry?"

  The people below had long been accustomed to the young master's habit of speaking with a grown-up tone, and they didn't think it was strange at all. They simply picked him up and took him to bathe.

  After Fang Xian was washed and perfumed, his skin as white as jade, the maid picked him up again, smiling and teasingly touching his face, saying: "Young Master looks just like a young lady from another family, I wonder which young lady will be lucky enough to enjoy your favor in the future."

  Fan Xian was too stunned to respond, he wasn't going to use a four-year-old's mouth to flirt with a teenage maid, this kind of unscrupulous thing he wouldn't deign to do - wait until he was six years old to start this great and challenging work.

  "It's time for your nap, young one."

  The maid patted the little guy's butt, they were always strange, the young master of the earl's house was still young, but his temperament had already begun to show a mischievous start, but in some ways he had always maintained a kind of self-discipline and asceticism like an adult.

  For example, taking an afternoon nap.

  Anyone who has had a normal childhood will always remember the great deeds of how they fought desperately against those evil demons that forced them to sleep in the bright sunlight at noon.

  Those demons were called father by some, mother by others, and teacher by still others.

  But Master Fan Xian was someone who never needed to be forced to take a nap, every time it reached 12 o'clock in the afternoon, he would put on his most adorable and innocent smile, obediently return to his bedroom to sleep, and wouldn't make a single sound throughout.

  The old lady was initially skeptical and ordered the maids to keep an eye on the little guy, thinking he was just making excuses to mess around in bed. But after watching him for more than half a year, they found that every time this child really fell asleep, even shouting couldn't easily wake him up.

  After that, the maids no longer paid attention to this matter. When he was sleeping, they were usually standing guard outside.

  It was summer, and the maids were naturally languid, leaning their bodies to one side, with the small round fans in their hands waving gently from time to time, and occasionally fireflies dancing lightly in the breeze.

  ……

  ……

  Back in his bedroom, Fan Xian climbed onto the bed, lifted up the mat on top, and carefully retrieved a book from the hidden compartment he had dug out himself.

  The cover of the book is slightly yellowed, looking like it's been around for some years, but there isn't a single word on it. However, along the edges are embroidered some patterns with unknown meanings, each stroke ending in a flourish that resembles flowing clouds or the corner of an ancient sleeve.

  He gently turned to the seventh page of this book, where a naked man was painted with some red lines on his body that seemed to be hidden and unclear. It was unknown what kind of paint was used to create it, but it actually gave people a visual illusion, as if these lines were slowly flowing in a certain direction.

  Fan Shen sighed and his appearance was only four years old, so he had always been afraid to reveal his true nature too much. Fortunately, there was still this book that could allow him to pass the extremely boring time.

  This book was left by a blind teenager named Wuzhu when he was very young.

  Fan Shen always remembered that blind boy, a servant of his mother in this world.

  At that time, he was trapped in the body of a small baby and had stayed in the arms of that young man. From Kyoto to this port by the sea, perhaps the other party thought that he was too young to remember anything. But Fan Shen's soul was not an ignorant baby, traveling together all the way, and early on saw that the blind boy's care for this baby was genuine and could not be pretended.

  But for some reason, after the blind young man sent himself to the Earl of Sernan's mansion, he left the mansion and went away, no matter how hard the old lady tried to persuade him to stay, he didn't stay.

  Before he left, he put this book beside the baby's body.

  Fan Shen was always a bit puzzled by this matter, wouldn't the servant be afraid of practicing blindly? After thinking about it, he knew the reason. He was just a little kid and couldn't possibly recognize those characters in the book, so naturally he wasn't afraid of making mistakes.

  But Fan Shen happened to know the words of this world, and after experiencing this rebirth, he even believed in ghosts and gods. He was more convinced that the book in front of him, which looked like a prop from a Hong Kong TV series, was a cultivation method for some kind of true energy.

  It's just a pity that it doesn't have a name, otherwise I can go and ask those kids on the street about this true energy cultivation method, to see how powerful it is.

  Thinking of this, Fan Shen couldn't help but chuckle foolishly again. Since the heavens had given him a second chance at life, he was even more determined to cherish it. This internal energy was something that didn't exist in his previous world, and although the nameless heart method before him wasn't anything special, he still couldn't resist practicing it from the age of one.

  To know this is even more than starting to practice from birth, and it's not inferior by several levels.

  To know that all the people in the world, including those who are revered as gods by the common people, the few great masters, no matter how talented they are, it is impossible for them to be like Fan Shen, starting to practice internal energy from birth.

  The early bird catches the worm, the slow bird takes off first.

  Besides, I won't be dumber than those young boys who have just started learning martial arts, will I?

  Fan Shen thought that the true energy flow with a clear aura had begun to slowly circulate along the lines depicted in those books, flowing through his body. The feeling was very comfortable, as if some warm water was washing every inch of his internal organs.

  He gradually entered a meditative state and fell asleep comfortably in bed.