The only good thing about being reborn was probably that his limbs were now flexible, and he could jump and run around. Fan Xian felt very gratified by this realization. People who had never suffered from his former illness would probably find it difficult to understand this joy—he comforted himself that this was perhaps a gift from heaven.

It took him a full four years to figure this out. Since he had the opportunity to live again, why not live a good life? Since God had granted him a new life, wouldn't it be disrespectful to God if he didn't live it well? For example, since he could move now, why not move more?

So, all the servants in the Earl's manor knew that this illegitimate young master was a restless character.

"Young master, I beg you, please come down."

At this moment, Fan Xian was sitting on the highest point of the artificial hill in the courtyard, looking at the distant horizon with a smile.

But in the maid's eyes, a four-year-old child had actually climbed to such a high place, with such a mature and bursting smile. It was obvious that the little guy was out of his mind.

Gradually, more and more people gathered at the foot of the artificial hill, seven or eight servants anxiously surrounding it.

Although Earl Sinan was appreciated by His Majesty the Emperor, his title was not high after all, and his official position was not great. His income on the surface would not be too much. Even if he had a lot of income, it was impossible to spend it all on his mother and illegitimate son, so there were not many servants in the Earl's mansion.

Fan Xian looked at the anxious faces of the people below the artificial hill and couldn't help but sigh. He obediently climbed down, "Just exercising, what's the rush?"

The servants were used to their young master's quirky habit of speaking like an adult. Unfazed, they picked him up and took him to bathe.

After Fan Xian came out, washed clean with rosy lips, white teeth, fragrant body, and fair skin, the maid picked him up again and smiled as she touched his face, teasing, "Young master looks like a young lady from another family. I wonder which family's young lady will be so lucky in the future."

Fan Xian foolishly didn't respond. He wouldn't use the mouth of a four-year-old child to flirt with a teenage maid. He disdained doing such tasteless things—he would start this great and challenging work when he was six.

"It's time for a nap, little ancestor."

The maid patted the little guy's bottom. They had always found it strange that although the young master in the Earl's mansion was young, his temperament had begun to show signs of mischief, but in some aspects, he had always maintained a kind of adult self-discipline and diligence.

Such as taking a nap.

Anyone who has had a normal childhood will always remember the great deeds of how they desperately fought against the great demons who forced them to sleep in the bright midday sun.

Some of those demons were called Dad, some were called Mom, and some were called Teacher.

But young master Fan Xian was someone who never needed anyone to force him to take a nap. Every day at twelve o'clock noon, he would put on the cutest innocent smile, obediently return to his bedroom and start sleeping, and he wouldn't even make a sound in the middle.

At first, the old madam didn't believe it and ordered the maids to keep an eye on the little guy, thinking that he was using the guise of sleeping to make trouble in bed. But after watching him for half a year, she found that the child was really sleeping soundly every time, and it was even difficult to wake him up.

From then on, the maids no longer paid attention to this matter, and when he slept, they usually guarded outside.

It was summer at this time, and the maids were naturally very sleepy, leaning lazily with their bodies askew, gently waving the small silk fan in their hands, with occasional fireflies dancing lightly in the breeze.

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Back in the bedroom, Fan Xian climbed onto the bed, lifted the mat spread on top, and carefully took out a book from the secret compartment he had dug out below.

The cover of the book was slightly yellow, and it looked a bit old, but there wasn't a single word on it. However, some patterns that were not known to represent what meaning were embroidered on the edges and corners. The end of each stroke curled up, like flowing clouds, and also like a corner of a wide sleeve with ancient charm.

He gently opened the book, turning to the seventh page. On it was drawn a naked man, with some red lines on his body that seemed to be hidden. It was not known what kind of paint was used to draw them, but it actually gave the viewer a visual illusion, as if these lines were slowly flowing in a certain direction.

Fan Xian sighed. His appearance was only four years old, so he had always been afraid to reveal his true nature too much. Fortunately, he still had this book to pass the extremely boring time.

This book was left to him by that blind boy named Wu Zhu when he was very young.

Fan Xian always remembered that blind boy, his mother's servant in this world.

When he was trapped in the body of a tiny infant, he had been in that boy's arms. From Kyoto all the way to this port by the sea, perhaps the other party thought that he was too young and would not remember anything at all. But Fan Xian's soul was not an ignorant infant. Traveling together, he could see that the blind boy's care for this infant was from the heart and could not be faked.

But he didn't know why, after the blind boy sent him to the Sinan Earl's mansion, he left the mansion, no matter how much the old madam tried to keep him.

Before he left, he placed this book next to the infant's body.

Fan Xian had always been a little puzzled about this matter. Wasn't this servant afraid that he would practice blindly? On second thought, he knew the reason. He was a child and couldn't possibly recognize the words in the book, so naturally he wasn't afraid of problems arising from practice.

But Fan Xian happened to know the words in this world. And, after experiencing this rebirth, he deeply believed in ghosts and gods, and was even more convinced that this book, which looked very much like a prop from a Hong Kong TV series, was some kind of true qi cultivation manual.

It was just a pity that it didn't have a name, otherwise, he could go and ask the children on the street to find out if this true qi cultivation manual was powerful or not.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian giggled foolishly again. Since this damn God let him live again, he had to cherish it even more. This internal energy was a good thing that he didn't have in his previous world. Even if this nameless manual wasn't anything special, he couldn't help but practice it from the age of one.

You have to know that this is not much lower than starting to practice from the womb.

You have to know that all the people in the world, including the great masters who are revered as gods by the common people, no matter how talented they are, it is impossible for them to be like Fan Xian, starting to practice internal true qi from the moment they were born.

What is this called? This is called the early bird gets the worm, this is called the slow bird flies first.

What's more, he wouldn't be more stupid than those teenagers who were just beginning to understand martial arts, right?

Thinking like this, Fan Xian already felt the obvious flow of true qi slowly following the lines depicted in the book, flowing through his body. That feeling was very comfortable, like some kind of warm water was washing every inch of his internal organs.

Gradually, he entered a meditative state and fell asleep comfortably in bed.