In fact, Fan Xian didn't know that what he was practicing was an extremely profound inner strength method. If he were an ordinary warrior, he would be very careful and prudent in his practice, and he would definitely ask his teacher or a trusted friend to help take care of it. .
The most difficult and dangerous part of this technique is at the entrance. When accumulating merit and entering Dantian Snow Mountain, the reaction speed of the practitioner's body and mind will be greatly different. The most direct consequence is the practitioner's physical function. Will become like an immobile vegetable.
If the cultivator is inexperienced at this time, it is easy to mistakenly believe that he is insane, and forcefully absorb the true energy into the house. That is to say, the exercise has no effect at all. If you are a beginner, you may be panicked by this, leading to the invasion of real demons.
And a beginner like Fan Xian, not only did not go mad, but was more likely to experience that mysterious feeling than the strong ones, thanks to his background and luck.
Because when he started to practice this nameless zhenqi, the sojourner's body was still a baby, and the congenital qi brought from the mother's womb had not been fully returned to the world, but still stayed in his body, so the practice It seems to be twice the result with half the effort, and even miraculously kept most of the innate qi in his own meridians.
And the level of inner demons that practitioners are most likely to encounter is not too difficult for Fan Xian.
Don't forget that in the previous life, Fan Xian had been lingering on the sick bed for several years, and he had long been used to his brain being unable to direct his body, so he didn't panic when he encountered this situation for the first time. The warmth of memories from the past.
So when he practiced for the first time, when he just felt the sense of Qi, he started to scurry around, making him unable to move, but he was not very scared.
It is precisely because he is fearless that he has no distracting thoughts, which instead allows him to pass the most difficult hurdle with ease.
Since then, practice has become easier. As long as he recites the exercises silently, he will naturally enter the state of meditation—so for Fan Xian, the daily nap is very sweet and never wakes up.
It is extremely difficult for ordinary practitioners to enter the state of meditation, because it requires a coincidence, and the practice of taking a nap every day for meditation like this child is really extravagant to the point of indescribable.
God really favored him.
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When he woke up, he rolled his fresh and lovely face in the towel in the hand of the maid sister, even if he washed his face.
In the afternoon, I began to study in the study with the teacher specially invited by the Earl's Mansion from Donghai County. This teacher is not very old, maybe in his thirties, but he feels old and decayed.
Qingguo launched a literary reform ten years ago, starting with a piece of literary reform by Wenshuge master Mr. Hu. Today's literary field is the battlefield of the battle between ancient prose and modern prose.
The so-called ancient prose is the classical Chinese prose in Fan Xian's memory, while the modern prose is a bit like vernacular prose, but the diction is more refined.
Fan Xian's teacher is a fan of the ancient Chinese school, so what he teaches Fan Xian every day is some scriptures. Although these scriptures are not quite the same as the Four Books and Five Classics in Fan Xian's world, the wonderful thing is that there are many contents and intentions. The difference is not too big, and there are also distinctions between Confucianism, Mohism, Law and Taoism.
So much so that when Fan Xian attended the class for the first time, he began to wonder where he was.
The summer is hot and stuffy, and the study room is also steaming. The teacher opened the window to the south, and the sound of cicadas can be heard outside the window, and the breeze is very beautiful. The husband looked back and saw that his primary school student was lying on the table in a daze, and was about to reprimand him, but looking at that pretty little face, his heart softened for some reason.
The teacher actually admired himself as a primary school student. He could speak clearly at such a young age, and he could understand a thing or two about the trivial words and righteousness of the predecessors recorded in the book. For a four-year-old urchin, it was really not easy.
The teacher himself also had doubts, thinking that Earl Sinan was too impatient, and the requirements in the letter to himself were too high, and as a last resort, he had no choice but to start teaching scriptures to the four-year-old yellow-mouthed child now. If you were in an ordinary family, at this age, you would just learn some words and recite childhood lessons.
When the teaching was over, Fan Xian saluted the gentleman very politely, and then respectfully waited for the gentleman to leave the study first, then took off his sweat-soaked coat, and ran out of the study, the maid behind him was so anxious that he walked all the way. Shouting to be careful and follow along.
After entering the main courtyard, Fan Xian stopped immediately, with an innocent and lovely smile on his face, and staggered in like a little adult, seeing the old lady sitting in the middle, making a milky sound. Milky shouted: "Grandma."
The old lady's face is kind and kind, and the deep wrinkles are full of traces of the years. Only the occasional expressions in her eyes let others know that this old lady is actually quite extraordinary-it is said that Earl Sinan can have today, and the old lady The relationship between people in Kyoto is inseparable.
"What did you learn today?"
Fan Xian stood in front of the chair very honestly, finished talking about what his master taught him, and after paying his respects, he went to the side courtyard to have dinner with his sister.
The old lady and her grandson seemed very strange. I don't know if it's because Fan Xian is an illegitimate child. Although the old lady didn't abuse him, she always had very high demands on him, so she always felt a little strange.
Fan Xian still remembered that when he was only one year old, the old lady in front of him used to hold him and cry in the middle of the night. Naturally, the old lady couldn't think that a one-year-old baby could understand her words, so she kept silently memorizing her words.
"Son, if you want to blame it, blame your father, poor little guy, your mother died when you were born."
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life experience? This was a great question in Fan Xian's mind. When he first arrived in this world, he encountered a sniper attack. Although he now knew that his father was the high-ranking Earl Sinan in Kyoto who had never met, who was his mother? Back then Earl Sinan was still in the army following His Majesty's expedition to the west, so those killers naturally targeted his mother.
But his body is a soul belonging to another world, so naturally it is impossible to have any father-son affection for Earl Sinan who has not met, but occasionally he will think of the woman who has left this world, his nominal mother.