That night, Fang Xiaolong enjoyed the luxurious life of a landlord.
Two delicate and pretty maidservants came in to help him bathe and scrub his back.
How comfortable! The old society was so good!
Fang Xiaolong was soaking in the wooden bucket, enjoying the rare tranquility.
Speaking of which, if I can be like Old Master Ren and marry a few concubines, I'll be able to live a carefree life.
Just thinking about it could only be described in one word-awesome!
Did he have a daughter?
If only she could become his son-in-law!
This was a little like the old grandpa in the fantasy novel who specially gave gifts to pig's feet!
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The night was silent. The next morning, at dawn.
Hehehe ~ Giggle!
The rooster stood on the roof tiles and began to crow to announce the dawn.
Fang Xiaolong changed into a new set of clothes, a long robe embroidered with Shu brocade, and a pair of cloth shoes. He walked out of the room and went to the courtyard to practice his fist technique.
Hoho!
Fang Xiaolong began to practice the Maoshan Fist Technique based on his memory. Every move was neat and orderly, just like Laozi's doctrine of the mean.
In an instant, Fang Xiaolong stomped on the ground and performed a backflip. In mid-air, he turned into an afterimage and used a whip kick, making the wind cry and the crane cry.
Fifteen minutes later, Fang Xiaolong's palms were facing upwards, and he gradually exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
"Hu…I didn't expect it. The Maoshan Fist Technique actually had such a profound meaning.”
After Fang Xiaolong had performed the entire move, he finally understood that the Maoshan Fist Technique was not focused on the moves, but the mentality.
One had to know that cultivators. The most taboo was to be anxious for success, and it was easy to go berserk!
"It must be. The ancestor of Mao Mountain passed down this fist technique in hopes of his disciples. Cultivate your mental state first and don't try to be brave.”Fang Xiaolong stroked his chin as he muttered to himself.
Stomp ~ stomp! A series of crisp footsteps came from afar and entered his ears.
"Young Master Fang. My master invites you and Ninth Uncle to the main hall of the outer court.”A young maid ran over from the winding corridor, panting heavily.
"Alright, lead the way." Fang Xiaolong flipped his right wrist and placed it on his waist, then walked towards the servant girl with his chest puffed out and head raised.
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"Uncle, I'm late."
"Uncle Ren, I'm sorry. I'm a little late because I'm practicing fist techniques.”Fang Xiaolong walked into the main hall, cupped his fists towards the two of them, and explained the reason.
"Haha, nephew, it's fine, it's fine.”Old Master Ren didn't seem to mind. He stroked his long beard with his right hand and sized up Fang Xiaolong.
"Quickly take a seat." Ninth Uncle's stern face slowly spoke.
"Alright, Uncle." Fang Xiaolong nodded, walked to Ninth Uncle's side, and sat down.
"Old Master Ren, why don't you consider it again? You don't have to hear about Feng Shui practitioners when it comes to lifting coffins and moving burial!”
"You have to know that there are a lot of knowledge and taboos in this.”
"Haha, Ninth Uncle. Let's not talk about business at the dining table.”Old Master Ren laughed and changed the topic.
"I heard that your daughter has returned from the provincial capital. Why haven't I seen her?”Ninth Uncle looked at Old Master Ren and said coldly.
"She…she started sleeping in when she came back from school. Don't worry about her, don't worry about her." Old Master Ren's eyes revealed a touch of tenderness, and a smug expression appeared on his face.
"Dad! What nonsense are you spouting? I didn't sleep in." A girl with a soft and clear voice walked in from outside.
Swoosh--
What a beautiful girl!
Fang Xiaolong's gaze was instantly attracted.
The girl in front of him had exquisite facial features, big, lively eyes, a small nose, and red lips that were as thin as cicada wings.
She was wearing a well-tailored white evening dress. The dress was designed to fit her waist, outlining her small waist. The hem of the dress had 36 pleats, revealing a fair calf.
"Come, let me introduce you. This is my daughter. Her name is Ren Tingting.”Old Master Ren's plump face was smiling like a wrinkled lily. His face was filled with pride as he took the initiative to introduce himself.
"Tingting, this is Ninth Uncle. When you were born, Ninth Uncle came over to perform rituals for you and made you an amulet to protect your health.”
"Aiya, you've grown so big in the blink of an eye!!”
It wasn't Ninth Uncle's first time seeing Ren Tingting. He couldn't recognize her the first second she appeared.
I must pursue her! He must marry her!
Fang Xiaolong looked at Ren Tingting, his heart palpitating. He felt that he had fallen in love at first sight and was moved!
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