Chapter 3 Cultivating Inner Energy and Reading Books

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  In fact, Fan Xian did not know that he was practicing a very profound internal skill. If it were an ordinary martial artist, they would definitely be extremely cautious and careful in their practice, and would certainly ask a master or trusted friend to help them keep watch.

  The most dangerous part of this practice is at the beginning, when accumulating energy and entering the dantian snow mountain, the reaction speed of the practitioner's body and mind will produce a huge difference. The most direct consequence is that the practitioner's physical function will become like a vegetative person who cannot move.

  If the practitioner has no experience at this time, it is easy to mistakenly think that they are going crazy and forcibly want to gather the true energy into the abdomen. If the luck is good, the strong practitioner may put the chaotic true energy in the body into the meridians, but it is equivalent to practicing without any effect. If it is a beginner, it may be caused by this panic, leading to the real invasion of the heart demon.

  But for a beginner like Fan Xian, not only did he not get carried away, but he was also more likely to experience that mysterious feeling than those stronger ones, which is due to his life and luck.

  Because when he started cultivating this nameless true energy, the body he was inhabiting was still an infant, and the innate energy brought from his mother's womb had not yet been fully returned to heaven and earth, but was still stored in his body. As a result, his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and even more miraculously, most of the innate true energy was stored in his meridians.

  The most common demon that cultivators encounter was not particularly difficult for Fan Xian either.

  Don't forget, in his past life, Fan Xian had been bedridden for many years due to illness, so he was already accustomed to his brain being unable to control his body. Therefore, when he encountered this situation for the first time, he didn't panic, but instead felt a warmth of finding residual memories from the past.

  So the first time he practiced, as soon as he felt a slight sensation of energy, he began to move wildly and uncontrollably, but at that moment, he was not particularly afraid.

  It was precisely because he had no fear that his mind was free from distractions, and as a result, he easily passed the most difficult test.

  From then on, practice became easier, and as long as he silently recited the incantation, he would naturally enter a meditative state - so for Fan Xian, every day's noon nap was extremely sweet, and nothing could wake him up.

  It's extremely rare for ordinary practitioners to enter a meditative state, as it requires a combination of favorable conditions. For someone like this child to use their daily nap as a meditation practice is truly an unaffordable luxury.

  Heaven is really taking care of him.

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  She woke up from her sleep and rolled around on the towel in Ya Huan's hand, rubbing that fresh and lovely little face of hers against it, which was equivalent to washing her face.

  In the afternoon, I started learning with a tutor from the Earl's house who was specially invited from Donghai County in the study. This teacher is not very old, about thirty or so, but he has an old and rotten taste.

  Qingguo had a literary reform movement ten years ago, which started with Mr. Hu's article on the reform of literature in Wenshuguan. Nowadays, the literary scene is a battlefield for the war between ancient and modern writing styles.

  What is called ancient prose is the classical Chinese in Fan Xian's memory, while modern prose is somewhat like vernacular Chinese, only with more elegant and refined vocabulary.

  Fan Xian's teacher was a fan of the ancient text school, so every day he taught Fan Xian to read some scriptures. Although these scriptures were not much different from the Four Books and Five Classics in Fan Xian's world, it was wonderful that many of their contents and meanings were not very different either, and there were also differences between Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, and Taoism.

  To the point where Fan Xian began to suspect where he was when he first attended class.

  On a sweltering summer day, the study was also filled with hot air. The teacher pushed open the south-facing window, and the sound of cicadas outside grew louder, accompanied by the gentle breeze, which was extremely refreshing. The teacher turned around to see his young student staring blankly at the desk, intending to scold him, but upon seeing that innocent face, he inexplicably felt a pang in his heart.

  The teacher actually appreciated this little student, who at a young age could express himself clearly and understand the profound meaning of the words of the ancients in his books. For a four-year-old child, this was truly not easy to achieve.

  The teacher himself had doubts, thinking that Viscount South was a bit too hasty, asking for too much in his own letter. Under pressure, he could only start teaching the four-year-old child scriptures now. If it were an ordinary family, at this age, they would just learn some characters and recite children's textbooks.

  After finishing his lessons, Fan Xian politely bowed to the teacher and waited respectfully for the teacher to leave the study before taking off his outer garment that had been soaked with sweat and rushing out of the study, with the maid shouting "be careful" as she followed closely behind him.

  As soon as he entered the main courtyard, Fan Xian stopped and put on a innocent and lovely smile, walking in with a gentle swaying motion like a little adult. Seeing the old lady sitting in the center, he opened his mouth and called out in a soft voice: "Grandma."

  The old lady's face was gentle and kind, with deep wrinkles that were all marks of the years. Only occasionally did her eyes reveal certain emotions, letting others know that this old lady was not simple at all - it is said that Count Sainan's success today is inseparable from his relationship with the old lady in Kyoto.

  "What did you learn today?"

  Fan Xian stood honestly in front of the chair, finished saying what Mr. had taught him, and then bowed to go to the side house to have dinner with his sister.

  The old lady and her grandson seemed to be quite estranged. It was unclear whether it was because Fan Xian was a bastard, but the old lady, although not mistreating him, always had high expectations of him, making their relationship seem somewhat distant.

  Fan Xian still remembered that when he was only one year old, the elderly lady in front of him had cried while holding him in her arms on a deep night. The elderly lady naturally did not think that a one-year-old infant could understand her words, and even more so, silently memorize them.

  "It's your father's fault, poor little thing, lost his mother as soon as he was born."

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  Origin? This was a huge question in Fan Xian's mind. When he first arrived in this world, he encountered an assassination attempt. Although he now knew that his father was the Kyoto High Official, Count South, whom he had never met, who was his mother? At that time, Count South was still following the Emperor on a western expedition, and those assassins were naturally targeting his mother.

  But he had a soul from another world, so it was impossible for him to have any paternal feelings towards the Earl of Sarno, whom he had never met. Occasionally, he would still think of that woman who had left this world, his nominal mother.