Outside Shenyang City, at the County Duke's Mansion.
Fang Er sat in a rocking chair, reading a mechanical design magazine.
A young golden eagle, its downy feathers just beginning to grow, stood on his shoulder.
The little fellow's eyes never left the large-horned ram tied nearby.
Although ten rams had been released, due to the principle of first impression, Chai Yue and Xiao Qing were particularly fond of "Da Jiao."
Thus, while the other rams were kept elsewhere, Da Jiao enjoyed the special treatment of residing in the backyard.
Chai Yue and Xiao Qing were peeling eggs for Da Jiao.
Yesterday, news from the sheep pen indicated that nearly five hundred ewes were pregnant, which made them extremely happy.
Xing'er was lying on a stone table nearby, writing and drawing, calculating the expenditures for the workshop and the new district, occasionally frowning and chewing on her pencil.
"Dong-ya-dong-ya, this is Fourth Regiment. Visitors from Chang'an have arrived in Shenyang. Please provide instructions for their accommodation!"
Just then, Wu Yong's voice came from the walkie-talkie on the stone table.
Xing'er quickly put down her pencil, took the walkie-talkie with both hands, and handed it to Fang Er.
"Master, Commander Wu."
"Hmm!"
Fang Er nodded and took the walkie-talkie.
"Bring them to the mansion first."
"Understood, Fourth Regiment!"
The foundation for the new district wasn't even laid yet, so they could only bring them home. Concentrating personnel would also make it convenient for Old Sun to train the palace maids.
In recent days, several more rooms had been built at the mansion.
Calling them rooms was an understatement; each room was one to two hundred square meters.
If bunk beds were installed, they would be sufficient for five hundred palace maids.
He glanced at his watch; it was around eleven o'clock in the morning.
By the time they arrived, it would be lunchtime.
"Qing'er, tell the nannies to prepare the meal."
"Yes, Master!"
Xiao Qing rose and walked towards the kitchen.
For these palace maids, Fang Er had recruited ten more cooks from Shenyang City to be under Li Baoju's command.
Less than half an hour later, the sound of the three-wheeled vehicle could be heard from outside the mansion.
Chai Yue exclaimed with delight, "My lord, is that Sister Changsun and the others arriving?"
Fang Er nodded and said with a smile, "They should be. Let's go out and greet them."
"Mm!"
Chai Yue placed the peeled eggs into Da Jiao's food bowl and followed Fang Er out of the mansion.
Changsun Chong, lying on the stretcher, showed no reaction to the county duke's mansion, which appeared ridiculously large in Fang Er's eyes.
Qin Huaiyu and the others were the same; in their view, it was just so-so.
"Sister Yue'er!"
"Sister Yue'er!"
Seeing Chai Yue emerge from the mansion behind Fang Er, Changsun Ling'er and the others rushed over, grabbing Chai Yue and starting to chat happily.
Fang Er was stunned when he saw Changsun Chong.
"Why have you also come?"
"Hahahaha, big brother, I've missed you so much!"
Yuchi Baolin emerged from the crowd, extending his arms to embrace Fang Er.
"Get lost!"
Fang Er dodged him with a look of disdain.
"Tell me, what's going on? Why have you all come?"
Yuchi Baolin was not embarrassed and explained the reason for their arrival to Fang Er.
"Good heavens!"
"A buy one, get one free situation!"
Turning his head, he saw Changsun Chong and Zhang Da Xiang on the stretchers, one lying down and the other prone.
He curiously approached for a closer look.
"Whoa!"
"Good heavens!"
The appearance of these two was truly miserable!
"What happened to you two?"
"This poor Taoist monk beat them!"
Sun Simiao alighted from a pickup truck nearby, holding the scroll of hexagrams drawn by Li Chunfeng.
He walked over to Fang Er and continued, "Don't mind them for now. I have something to ask you. Let's find a quiet place."
Fang Er blinked, then said to Chai Yue, "Yue'er, you make the arrangements. I'll go in with Master Sun first."
With that, he led Sun Simiao to the front hall.
Upon entering the front hall, Old Sun looked around and then closed the door.
After they were seated, he took out the scroll and handed it to Fang Er.
"Take a look. Li Chunfeng drew this on the way here."
Fang Er curiously took it and opened it to examine the content.
"From Pangu to Xiyi,"
"The struggle between tigers and dragons, a truly remarkable affair."
"Understanding the true meaning of cycles,"
"Let us discuss the primal mechanism after the Tang Dynasty."
"Is this the Tui Bei Tu??"
He quickly flipped through, looking at the hexagrams and prophecies page by page.
The first fifty-seven pages were almost identical to the content he had seen online in his previous life.
However, when he reached the last page, Fang Er was shocked!
On it, one of the figures, his appearance, was too similar to his own in his previous life!
"Finished looking?"
Old Sun asked, seeing him reach the last page.
"Explain to me, why do you appear in this last diagram?"
Fang Er blinked. *How would I know?*
No, the appearance of this body was different from his previous life. Why did Old Sun assume it was him?
"Daoist Master Sun, the person in this painting doesn't look like me at all, does he?"
Old Sun's gaze at Fang Er was exceptionally sharp.
"Who says he doesn't? How long has it been since you looked in a mirror? Get a mirror and take a good look! Don't you have any idea what you look like?"
Fang Er indeed hadn't deliberately looked in a mirror for a long time.
As the head of the household, his grooming was attended to by Xiao Qing.
Moreover, he always felt a sense of unease seeing the somewhat unfamiliar face in the mirror.
Hearing Old Sun's words, Fang Er reached into his pocket and took out a mirror from his spatial storage.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
Fang Er was dumbfounded!
"Why?"
"Why has my appearance changed so much in these two years?"
"It has become ninety percent similar to my previous life?"
Before he could speak, Sun Simiao continued.
"From the first moment I saw you, this poor Taoist monk knew you were extraordinary!"
"Not just this poor Taoist monk, but even fellow Taoist Yuan felt the same!"
"Although I don't know what fortuitous encounters you've had, and that's your private matter, and we wouldn't pry."
"But there are four words, have you heard of them, young friend Fang?"
"Please speak, Daoist Master Sun!"
Fang Er's expression was very unnatural. Extraordinary? Did they see that he had transmigrated, or that he was not from this era?
"Appearance is born from the heart!"
"This old Taoist monk believes that after losing both parents, your state of mind changed drastically, leading to an indescribable change in your appearance over these years."
"Do you think this is reasonable, young friend Fang?"
"Appearance is born from the heart?" Fang Er repeatedly muttered these four words in his mind.
This body had a different soul, and then, the soul influenced the outward appearance?
It seemed to make some sense.
"Fang cannot understand these things. If Master Sun says so, then it is likely true."
"It's just, why I appear in this painting, I am truly at a loss."
Old Sun stroked his beard and sat quietly for a while before pointing to the scroll and continuing.
"The Bagua of Taoism conforms to the heavenly numbers."
"Li Chunfeng's hexagrams should originally conform to the number sixty-four, eight times eight."
"However, upon reaching this fifty-eighth hexagram, not only could the subsequent content not be drawn, but this hexagram itself was greatly interfered with, making it impossible to see clearly."
"It can be seen that you should be the variable in this hexagram. However, have you ever seen that other man?"
"Whether in reality, in dreams, or in the hallucinations of drunkenness, have you seen him?"