After about half an hour, everything was ready.
Two carriages drove out of the Fang Mansion, one carrying Fang Zheng's family of four, and the other was filled with all kinds of gifts.
The driver raised his whip lightly, and the horse's hooves stepped on the bluestone still covered with a thin layer of frost, making a crisp "de" sound, and headed towards my grandfather's house, which was also located in the east of the city.
The carriage passed through several streets and alleys and gradually entered a relatively remote area.
The people living here are all wealthy merchants like my grandpa, who have some assets but are far from being called Lineage.
However, when the carriage turned into the alley, the sight before him made Fang Han raise his eyebrows slightly.
Parked at the entrance of the alley were more than a dozen ornate carriages, unlike those that could be afforded in such a remote area.
People who looked like domestic servants were going back and forth, directing the carriages and horses to stop, creating a lively scene.
Looking inside, I saw the familiar courtyard of my grandpa's house. At this moment, the red lacquer door was open, and the gilded word "" shone brightly in the morning light.
The stone pavement in front of the door was cleaned cleanly and even paved with a small section of red carpet that extended straight into the hospital.
From time to time, well-dressed guests would come in and out talking and laughing, and there would be someone at the concierge to greet and see them off, creating a bustling scene.
"This..."
Lin Wan lifted the car curtain and looked at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
This battle already looks a lot like a wealthy family in the city. Is this really my natal family? Not some Lineage in the city?
Fang Zheng was also a little surprised, but then he felt relieved. He glanced at his son and understood something in his heart.
The carriage slowly stopped in front of the door.
The sharp-eyed concierge Servant had already rushed in to report.
The Fang Han family had just gotten out of the car and before they could stand still, they saw a figure coming out quickly.
It is my uncle Lin Hai.
Today he is wearing a brand new dark blue Brocade Robe, with a jade belt around his waist and soap boots on his feet.
The sadness that could often be seen on his face in the past has long since disappeared, replaced by a face full of red light and high spirits.
Behind him were a few steward-looking Servants with respectful attitudes.
"Sister, brother-in-law, Xiaohan, Xiao Ying, you guys are here!"
Lin Hai stepped forward with a sincere and eager smile on his face. When his eyes fell on Fang Han, he felt even more proud and grateful.
Such a big change in the family is possible thanks to Fang Han, the nephew of Prodigy Ranking who became famous as Qingyang Prefecture.
"Quick, please come inside! Dad has been saying it since morning, saying it's time for you to arrive. He asked me to come out and greet you several times!"
"Brother, who are these visitors?"
Lin Wan looked at the carriages parked at the door and asked in surprise.
Lin Hai smiled, scratched his head, and lowered his voice:
"Sister, thanks to Xiaohan, our family has changed a lot this year. Go in first, go in first, dad is waiting!"
As he spoke, he enthusiastically led the family inside.
After passing through the gate and stepping into the courtyard, Fang Han glanced around and nodded secretly in his heart.
Although the courtyard is still the same courtyard, it has obviously been carefully restored.
The doors, windows and pillars were repainted, several valuable bonsais were added to the courtyard, and even the blue bricks under the feet seemed to have been re-paved, making them smooth and smooth.
There are more than a dozen Eight Immortals tables set up in the courtyard, and many guests are already sitting there, drinking and chatting with each other.
These people are well-dressed and well-mannered, and they look like ordinary people at first glance.
Seeing Lin Hai personally welcoming a family of four in, many people turned their eyes over and began to whisper.
"Is that Master Fang Han? The one on the Azure Profound Sect Prodigy Ranking?"
"It's him. I've seen his portrait. He is indeed a talented person!"
"Elder Lin I'm so lucky to have such a grandson..."
"I heard that Mr. Fang killed a monster beast close to Upper Third Grade yesterday by himself? He really is a young hero!"
Praises and exclamations came one after another, and eyes with awe and enthusiasm fell on Fang Han.
Fang Han nodded slightly in greeting and followed Lin Hai through the courtyard with a steady pace towards the Inner Hall.
Inner Hall is more lively than the outer courtyard.
In the center of the main seat, Grandpa Lin Chengde is wearing a festive dark red Brocade Robe, sitting upright on the Taishi chair.
He was rosy-cheeked, energetic, and full of smiles. He was chatting and laughing with a few old men who looked respectable at first glance.
When he saw the Fang Han family coming in, his eyes suddenly lit up and he stood up.
"Grandpa, I wish you a happy New Year."
Fang Han took a few steps forward and bowed to salute.
"Good boy, get up, get up!"
Lin Chengde supported Fang Han and shook his shoulders with both hands. His eyes were filled with joy and pride. He looked up and down and nodded repeatedly.
"I've lost some weight, but I'm more energetic! Okay, okay!"
He took Fang Han's hand, turned to the old men beside him, and spoke in a loud voice.
"Come on, brothers, this is my grandson, Fang Han!"
Several old men had already stood up, and their attitude was so polite that it was almost respectful, and they kept saying.
"Fang True Disciple young talent, I am lucky to meet you today!"
"I have long admired his name, and today I finally meet him!"
Fang Han Return the courtesy one by one, neither humble nor overbearing.
At this time, a delicate voice sounded from the side.
"Is this Xiaohan? I've heard your uncle talk about it a long time ago, so today we can see it."
Fang Han followed the sound and saw a beautiful young woman wearing a lotus-colored embroidered skirt walking out of the Inner Hall side door.
She is about in her early twenties, with her black hair pulled up into a delicate bun, with a jade hairpin inserted sideways. She has a smile on her face, and her demeanor carries the reserve and gentleness of a lady.
Lin Hai quickly stepped forward, took the woman's hand, and introduced with a smile:
"Xiaohan, this is your sister-in-law, He Wanjun, who just got married last year. You were in the sect at the time and missed the wedding reception."
He Wanjun?
Fang Han felt a slight movement in his heart.
He heard about his brother-in-law's marriage, but he didn't expect that the woman was actually from the He Clan.
He Clan was once listed as Liangshui City Five Great Families together with the Fang Clan. With the demise of the Lin Family, Fang Clan has become so popular that few people call it this way anymore.
But with the background of the He Clan, among this Liangshui City, it can still be called the big Lineage.
Moreover, if he remembered correctly, He Wanjun should be the legitimate daughter of the He Clan.
He Clan's legitimate daughter condescended to marry the son of a cloth shop owner...
After a moment's thought, he understood that there must be his reasons behind this.
However, he was not angry about this, but was happy that his brother-in-law had such a good marriage.
"Happy New Year, little sister-in-law."
Fang Han looked as usual, slightly arched his hands, and spoke calmly.
"Okay, happy new year!"
He Wanjun quickly returned the gift, his smile became more gentle, and his eyes stayed on Fang Han's face for a moment, with obvious enthusiasm.
She walked up to Lin Wan, took Lin Wan's arm affectionately, and said in a soft voice:
"Sister, you have worked hard all the way. Please take a seat and warm yourself up with a cup of hot tea."
Lin Wan responded with a smile.
The family sat down and hot tea Pastry was quickly served.
He Wanjun entertained us enthusiastically, and his words were full of intimacy.
Lin Hai sat aside, watching this scene, the smile on his face never broke.
After a while, He Wanjun led several women who were also dressed in luxurious clothes and introduced them with a smile:
"Sister, these are my sister-in-law and sisters from my mother's family. I have heard that my sister is a virtuous woman, so I came here today to get to know her."
Several women quickly came forward and surrounded Lin Wan to compliment him.
"Sister Lin is so lucky to have such an outstanding son as True Disciple!"
"I heard that Fang True Disciple killed the harmful monster on his own yesterday? What a hero!"
"How does sister teach on a daily basis? But she wants to teach us her experience..."
Lin Wan was surrounded. Although he was a little uncomfortable, he was also happy in his heart and responded with smiles one by one.
Fang Zheng was pulled by Lin Hai, and sat together with several male guests from the He Clan, drinking and chatting, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Fang Han sat beside his grandfather, occasionally chatting with a few old men, and most of the time he just listened quietly.
He could feel that bright or dark eyes were always falling on him.
There is awe, curiosity, scrutiny, and flattery.
Fang Han responded with a smile.
He Clan asked his legitimate daughter to marry Lin Hai in order to climb his big tree. This is human nature and he has no objection.
As long as He Clan stays calm and doesn't take advantage of his reputation to act recklessly, he doesn't mind letting He Clan benefit from this relationship.
A meal takes place in such a warm and subtle atmosphere.
In the evening, the Fang Han family stood up and said goodbye.
"Grandpa, take care of yourself. I'll come see you when I have free time."
Lin Hai and He Wanjun walked to the alley and watched the carriage go away before turning back home.
In the next few days, the atmosphere of the New Year is still strong.
Fang Clan As the first Lineage of Liangshui City, there is an endless stream of guests coming and going to pay New Year greetings.
However, with Fang Han's current status, there are not many people among Liangshui City who are worthy of his personal reception. It is not considered busy, and he only needs to spare some time to attend.
Most of his time was devoted to cultivation.
Although his current strength is good, the pressure is also not small. Nether Pavilion's target is like the sword of Bodhidharma hanging above his head, and it is far from the time to relax.
In the training room, Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon, his mind sinking into his body.
It has been nearly two months since it broke through the mid-term of Fourth Grade.
In the past two months, he has not slacked off in Internal Qi cultivation.
Even when I go out, I will take time to practice and polish Internal Qi every day.
From the mid-term of Fourth Grade to the mid-term of Fourth Grade Late Stage, the amount of Internal Qi required to be accumulated has increased compared with the early stage of Fourth Grade to the mid-term of Fourth Grade.
However, after the accumulation in the past two months, as well as the improved foundation of Earth Heart Stone Milk, and the 128 times of Root Bone Talent Amplification, more than 95% of Taichong Acupoint has been filled.
"Soon."
Fang Han opened his eyes, a light flashed in his eyes.
He took out the jade bottle containing True Spirit Pill, poured out two Danyao, and put it into his mouth.
Danyao melts in the mouth, turning into a majestic and gentle medicinal power that pours into the limbs and bones.
Fang Han calmed down and <Mystic Wind Art> worked at full speed.
Internal Qi is like a rushing river, roaring through the meridians, constantly absorbing and refining the pure medicinal power brought by True Spirit Pill.
There was silence in the training room, except for his long and steady breathing and the faint hum of Internal Qi running through his body.
Time passes quietly in selfless practice.