Rebirth?

"How is the master? Has he straightened up?"

"Slightly to the left."

Fan Xinglai stood on the chair, tiptoed, and balanced the drawing rod to the left.

Liang Qu stepped back two steps, stood on the threshold to observe the left and right distances, and confirmed that the portrait had been moved to the center.

"Stop!"

Is it correct?

"Okay, come down."

Fan Xinglai a sigh of relief, jumped off the chair, and casually wiped away the shoe print with his sleeve.

A painting of a mountain stream and waterfall, inlaid with a single color, hangs in the center of the main wall. The Flying-Flow Waterfall in the painting adds a touch of grandeur to the spacious hall! As expected of Headmaster Zhao of calligraphy and painting, even Liang Qu, a layman who doesn't know anything about art appreciation, finds his paintings and inscriptions to be full of charm.

Without realizing it, I've really started to look a bit like an old man.

Ordinary fishermen's sons wouldn't collect calligraphy and paintings by famous artists. "Master Liang! We've arrived, where do we put our things?"

Shouts came from the doorway.

Liang Qu knew who the visitors were. "Xing Lai, go and lead them into my bedroom, bring out the large square couch inside, replace it with a canopy bed, and have Aunt Li make a new bed for me."

Fan Xinglai peered in curiously. "A canopy bed? Sir, you bought a bed?"

"Yes, I bought some furniture: a canopy bed, five Arhat Bed, two display shelves, two Upward-Turning Desk... Anyway, there's quite a lot of stuff. You can move my old square couch to your room from now on."

The Liang Residence has three courtyards and is very large; Oolong running around in it would stick out its tongue.

In the beginning, the construction of the house relied entirely on the labor and effort of the villagers, plus the money and materials raised by a few wealthy households.

Unfortunately, Liang Qu himself had no money left.

After the house was completed, the furniture inside was just so-so, used haphazardly, since hardly anyone came.

Many of the porcelain pieces and trinkets bestowed by the imperial court Da Zao Marquis were so numerous that there was nowhere to put them, and they still lie in boxes piled up in the East Wing Room.

After that, Liang Qu gradually became wealthy and also focused on cultivating and using it.

I finally have some spare cash, and on the way back, I felt my wallet was bulging, so I bought a bunch of new furniture, including but not limited to canopy beds, Arhat Bed, bookshelves, desks, etc.

Do whatever makes you comfortable.

Otherwise, wouldn't all that martial arts training have been for nothing, and all that official promotion have been for nothing? First, replace that low, square couch in the bedroom with a canopy bed that gathers energy.

In the study and the main hall, several Arhat Bed are placed for guests.

Next, install a display shelf and put all the bestowed porcelain and trinkets on it for use.

"Okay!"

Fan Xinglai learned that he would have a new bed to sleep in, he excitedly ran to open the door to bring people in. After confirming the details, he led people into the courtyard to settle their belongings.

In the courtyard, men were moving large pieces of furniture back and forth.

The shopkeeper first greeted Liang Qu to confirm the location of the item, then turned and stood in the center of the courtyard with sharp eyes, lest one of his subordinates be dishonest and ruin the reputation of his shop.

Seeing the commotion, Aunt Zhang walked through the covered walkway and asked, "Master, are you killing a chicken today?"

"Kill the chicken? What chicken are you killing?"

Liang Qu, who was directing the hired workers to install the Arhat Bed, was puzzled.

"Have you forgotten, sir? You left behind a dragon before you left home, and I've been taking care of it for you ever since. Every day, we feed it all the leftovers from our meals, and it hasn't lost any weight; in fact, it's gotten quite fat!"

Aunt Zhang pulled out a spotted pheasant from behind her back.

The pheasant's chest feathers were all fluffy and puffed up, full of newly grown down feathers for the winter, making it look bulging.

The pheasant seemed to know its end was near, flapping and struggling with all its might, but its wing roots were being pinched, rendering its efforts futile.

"Oh, I remember."

Liang Qu suddenly realized that he had only been in office for a few days when all the River Earl under his command came to give him gifts.

Among them, Fan Zixuan, covered in mud, braved the rain to deliver a Hazel Grouse, commonly known as a flying dragon.

Just then, a flood report was received that day in Hua Zhu County, Liang Qu missed the chance to eat.

When I returned yesterday and learned that the Old Monk was leaving, I decided to have a vegetarian meal with him that evening, so that he could live another day! "Let's skip lunch." Liang Qu looked at the sky and realized it was almost lunchtime. "I might not be able to make it in time for lunch right now. Let's eat tonight. Let's make a soup and buy some dried mushrooms."

"Okay, then I'll boil water and scald it this afternoon!"

Aunt Zhang carried Feilong back to the kitchen, found a thin rope to tie the chicken's feet back together to prevent it from running around wildly, and then turned around to add firewood to start the fire and prepare lunch.

Liang Qu was busy directing the hired workers to settle the large items, Fan Xinglai helped with the moving and lifting.

For a moment, no one paid attention to the dragon flapping its wings and struggling desperately.

The Hazel Grouse lay down on the ground, unable to call out, and after resting for a while, it lowered its head to peck at the rope loop on its leg.

afternoon.

The Liang Residence has been completely renovated, with the fragrance of camphor wood wafting through the air.

Liang Qu opened the East Wing Room wing, carried out several large boxes, and together with Fan Xinglai, placed things on the antique shelf, including porcelain, while chatting idly.

"Xing Lai, how old are you this year?"

"The fourteenth day of the first lunar month will be after this year's spring."

"Fourteen... are you planning to learn martial arts?"

"My father said that when I turn fifteen, I will go to Master Yang's Martial Arts School school to study for a year or two."

Master Yang promised my father that as long as my brothers and I went to learn martial arts, he would not charge tuition fees, and the cost of medicinal materials would be based on the purchase price of the Evergreen Hall.

"If there's hope for the future after the first half of the semester, I'll continue training; if not, then forget it. Don't worry, I won't neglect raising the horses."

Fan Xinglai's father was a horse breeder for Yang Dongxiong. He was experienced, knowledgeable, and skilled, and earned several taels of silver a month, which was much higher than that of ordinary farmers and fishermen.

If you're willing to endure hardship and save up enough, you can afford even the most expensive martial arts training, not to mention Yang Dongxiong's promise to waive tuition fees.

"I'm not worried about delaying the horse breeding, I'm just asking out of curiosity."

In this world of martial arts, there is almost no emphasis on training one's virginity.

You can only feel bones by touching them once they've fully grown.

If one is not fully developed and is too young, attempting to cultivate Qi and Blood prematurely will not only make it difficult to circulate and promote positive effects during exercise, but will also easily lead to the depletion of Qi and Blood and the development of chronic illnesses.

The best age to learn martial arts is at least after the end of puberty, around fifteen years old. That's why Liang Qu was able to meet the third son of Master Zhao's family when he was learning martial arts.

Teenagers have strong recovery abilities and abundant Qi and Blood, so as long as they supplement their diet with ordinary meat, they will not have any major problems.

If one can Medicinal Bath every day, and occasionally eat one or two Treasure Fish, or other pills to replenish Qi and Blood, then one's cultivation will be much smoother than that of others.

Fan Xinglai over a flowerpot. "Every time I come to your house for a meal, my father always tells me to learn from you, sir, saying that if I can learn even a fraction of Lord Liang's skills, my life will be worthwhile."

Liang Qu laughed loudly, "You can't learn from me."

"That's what I told my father too. Let alone the whole of Pingyang Ping Yang County, how many Southern Zhili Lord Liang can there be in the entire Huaiyin Prefecture? Sir, should we put this vase up there?"

As Fan Xinglai his question, an obscure and indescribable aura spread from the courtyard, surging up several waves of restlessness in the bleak autumn wind.

"Strange, what is this? It's warm."

Fan Xinglai touched his cheek and looked around.

Liang Qu's expression froze.

"Crimson Fire Bird!"

Liang Qu put down the round bottle in his hand, walked quickly through the corridor, and saw Feilong lying half-reclined under the bedroom window.

A faint, burnt smell filled the air.

Liang Qu suddenly realized what was happening and rushed into the house.

On the orchid pavilion, Fubo stood upright, without the slightest change.

On the contrary... it's dazzling?