Chapter 1 Avenue Aquarius
Dayu Dynasty, Shengjing, Shenjihou Mansion.
The old marquis guards the frontier.
The eldest father, Jiang Hai, takes care of the housework. The second father, Jiang He, and his wife died early and left a son living in Wutong Garden. The third father, Jiang Hu, lives a happy life. The fourth father, Jiang Chuan, is in the army. The fifth sister, Jiang Yue, travels freely in the mountains and rivers.
Wutong Garden is located on the west side. There is a sycamore tree growing in the middle of the courtyard, with a straight trunk and luxuriant branches. Outside is a small pond with lotus flowers in it and a pavilion beside it, with flowers in full bloom and surrounded by green bamboos.
The main building has two floors, several wing rooms, a kitchen and so on.
Apart from the main residence, there are very few houses in the Hou Mansion that can compare with this small courtyard.
Under the sycamore tree, sitting on the bluestone, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes was none other than Jiang Fan, the master of Wutong Garden, who was practicing.
The setting sun shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, mottled.
The maid Xiaolan is waiting on the side, Xiaoqing is dancing with a sword in the courtyard, the cook is preparing dinner, and Lao Zhang is pruning the flowers.
After Jiang Fan finished his exercise, he opened his eyes and raised his hand. Xiaolan immediately picked up the teacup and handed it to her hand.
"Master, have you improved?" Xiaolan's voice was particularly pleasant, soft and waxy, like the wind tickling the tip of her heart.
Jiang Fan shook his head.
His qualifications are acceptable. Although he has been taking medicine since he was a child and his father gave him guidance, he also works extremely hard and practices day and night, but his improvement is not fast.
In terms of achievements, he can barely be considered a genius.
But for him, it was too different.
Jiang Fan clutched the teacup, stood up, and looked at the setting sun.
Thinking of what happened at noon, there was a cold look between his eyebrows.
"They are forcing me to turn it up!" Jiang Fan whispered.
He was originally a time traveler, but he was still a transborn child. Although his father was not the eldest son, he was deeply loved by the old marquis. He was talented in literature, martial arts, and was proficient in everything. He was often said to be as heroic as me.
With Aiwujiwuxia, his status will naturally be much higher.
I originally wanted to practice quietly and travel around the world after I became successful in martial arts. However, my parents passed away while traveling far away, leaving him as the only child in Erfang's lineage.
Even though he is still the grandson of the old marquis, his status has been greatly reduced without realizing it.
At the family dinner at noon, the eldest aunt told him verbally that he was already sixteen and could not stay at home like a girl all day long, preparing to arrange a marriage for him and go out to take care of the family property and so on.
The implication is obvious, that is, let him give up Wutong Garden, and if he doesn't know what he wants, he can arrange a marriage at will, and then send him away. What he is doing now is just ruining the face of the house.
This is not the first time. In the past, it was just a hint, but this time it was almost made explicit. He was even compared to a woman. This was humiliating.
As for the uncle? But he remained silent.
Jiang Fan understood that Wutong Garden was too eye-catching after all.
But this is the home left by his parents, he thinks about it.
"I don't need any more face." Jiang Fan flashed a sneer.
That was almost pointed out face to face. It is not difficult to imagine that he will definitely be targeted by everyone in the house in the future. After all, the 'eldest lady' of the Hou Mansion has spoken out.
There will definitely be a lot of troubles.
What he fears most is that the eldest lady will completely break his skin and kick him out directly. At that time, there will be real trouble. In this world where filial piety occupies the pinnacle of morality and direct lineage is passed down, without the ability to overturn the table, the consequences are self-evident.
"Originally, I just wanted to practice quietly!"
After knowing that warriors in this world could divide mountains and seas, Jiang Fan has been practicing hard and silently, paying little attention to mundane things, let alone the intrigues in the house.
But after all, he is not a genius, and his achievements are limited.
"If there was no cheating, we would still have to deal with it a lot, but now?"
A treasure vase appeared in front of Jiang Fan. It had a thin neck and a round belly, and was blue-grey in color. It had the word "Dao" imprinted on it. It looked ordinary. This was the supreme treasure that came to mind when he was celebrating his sixteenth birthday three days ago. device.
Its function is very simple, it is to absorb various emotions caused by itself and turn them into the liquid of creation.
Although I don’t know the specific effect of the liquid of creation, it is definitely not simple when I think about it.
He didn't like to cause trouble, and his circle was small. It had been three days since he had even condensed a drop of the fluid of creation.
"Xiaolan, tell me, how can we quickly cause a sensation or be known to many people?" Jiang Fan turned around, thinking in his heart.
"It's very simple. If you become a prince and become a prime minister, the world will know about it soon." Xiaolan tilted her head and thought hard, "Either he gets the number one scholar, or he marries a princess. The young master will definitely become the consort. It will become famous very quickly.”
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes.
"There are four great young masters in the capital, and there are ten great talents in the world. Master, if you want to become famous, just win over one of them." Xiao Qing jumped three or four meters away, and came to the front lightly. After turning around with her long sword, she showed her heroic spirit. He blinked his big eyes and said, "Master, the easiest way is to make up a few jokes about bullying men, dominating women, and doing all kinds of evil, and put it on your head, and then find some storytellers to promote it. In a short time, Master, your name will definitely be The news has spread throughout the capital. However, there is no way it will be served by the family law."
Xiaolan covered her gourd with her sleeves and smiled.
"Storyteller?" Jiang Fan's eyes lit up, his mind suddenly opened up, and he couldn't help but rub Xiaoqing's hair, "Yes, yes, you gave me a great inspiration."
"Master, you don't want to be a storyteller, do you?" Xiao Qing looked horrified, "If the Marquis finds out, he will kill me."
"Don't worry, it won't happen!" Jiang Fan stood up and ordered, "Prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones."
"Yes, Master!" Xiaolan responded.
Xiaoqing still didn't understand what was going on.
The main house of Wutong Garden is a two-story attic, which is very unique.
Jiang Fan climbed up the stairs and came to the study room. There was a bed, a bookshelf, and a table under the window. Standing here, you can look far away.
After sitting down, close your eyes.
"The first step is to write a book. Write a best-selling book that elicits emotional changes."
But you have to think carefully about what you want to write.
Three Kingdoms, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Three Heroes? Out of place.
Tianlong, Shooting Condor? The strength in the book is too low.
Journey to the West, become a god? Needs revision, too tiring.
Covering the sky with one hand, kidney deficiency? The realm is too high and the length is too large.
"Zhu Xian!"
Jiang Fan made a decision.
"The length is not too long, and the realm may not be higher than this world, but it contains the pursuit of immortality, and the story has ups and downs. It should be liked by many people, which is most appropriate."
Pens, inks, paper and inkstones were quickly prepared.
Xiaolan grinds.
From the depths of Jiang Fan's memory, all kinds of past events emerged. This might be another plug-in for his rebirth. He could recall everything he had seen in his previous life, down to the smallest detail.
Sort it out in your memory, add or subtract a little, pick up the little wolf brush and splash ink on it.
Turning the wrist makes the pen move like a dragon or a snake.
I wrote it too fast.
The sun was setting in the west, and by nightfall, nearly 10,000 words had been written.
After eating dinner, I flexed my wrists, nourished myself with the true air, and continued to write stories with flowing words and flowing water.
At night, the red sleeves add fragrance.
There was only rustling in the study.
In the courtyard, Xiao Qing continued to dance with his sword. Under the moonlight, the green light was faint.
In the main room, the uncle and his wife were already lying down.
"Madam, is today's lunch too explicit?"
"Master, I have been very forbearing. This is also a chance for him to finally ask to leave. If it were not for the face of the Marquis, how could I tolerate it until now. Wutong Garden is not much worse than our courtyard, but you are the future Marquis. , the acting head of the family, he is a little, a little nephew, but it is obviously inappropriate to live there. Besides, our son is the direct line of the Jiang family, and in terms of it, he has been reduced to a side branch. The residence of the eldest son of the Jiang family It's not necessarily better than Wutong Garden, and it can't be justified in terms of emotions and ethics. If the old man hadn't missed your second brother from time to time, huh..."
"After all, he is my nephew, so I have to take care of my face. What are your plans?"
"The best way is to let him get married, send him out, and be done with it."
"It's hard for the old man to agree, and it's hard to find him."
"The old man prefers the second child, but he is not very interested in this grandson. If he finds the right person, he might not agree. Marquis Wuyang."
"Wu Yanghou? That one won't agree. After all, Xiaofan is just my nephew, not a direct descendant. His status is too low."
"It depends on people, and I have made preparations."
"Thank you for your hard work, ma'am. It's late at night, go to sleep."
"Husband, I want to sleep up there."
"If yin and yang are reversed, what kind of decency will you have? You should do it for your husband."
Wutong Court.
Jiang Fan also lay on the bed, and his sore and numb wrists had been relieved by Xiaolan and Xiaoqing's alternating massage.
"After it is published, it should be able to condense the liquid of creation. I hope it will be useful for cultivation."
This time, he was very serious.
Jiang Fan has long understood the way of cultivation.
To sum it up, this world is considered a high-level martial arts level.
Cultivation is divided into the way of refining the gods and the way of martial arts.
Lian Shen only existed in rumors, and even he didn't know much about it, and he had never been in contact with it. However, there are rumors that the method of refining the gods can achieve Yang Shen, which is comparable to a god. I don’t know whether it is true or not.
Martial arts is divided into Qi training and body training.
Generally speaking, Qi training is called martial arts, which is nothing more than opening up meridians and acupoints, so that one can soar the sky with sword energy, split the sea with sword light, and those who have mastered martial arts can defeat an entire country by one person.
Body refiners are also called warriors and are at the bottom of the contempt chain. In short, they polish their bodies and temper their bodies, which is quite popular in the military.
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