In the darkness, I heard the wind rising and thunder rumbling from afar, growing louder and closer.

  "A loud rumble... A clap of thunder boomed, a flash of lightning flashed nearby, and the sky suddenly lit up."

  The raindrops hit the glass window, making a loud noise, and finally woke up the people in the room.

  Fang Xin got up from the cooling mat, covered in sweat, somewhat hesitant, and stood still for a moment before realizing where he was. He walked to the bathroom and turned on the warm water faucet, adjusting the temperature to 40 degrees. Suddenly, 40-degree warm water poured down from above.

  Across from him was a mirror, and in the mirror was an unfamiliar young man. His features were still quite handsome, but his muscles seemed a bit slack, apparently not someone who had undergone rigorous training, yet he was still very young, with a physique that was still very good.

  Sweat and warm water washed away, slightly pressed a button, fragrant shower foam poured down again, carefully washed, then rinsed with clean water. After feeling refreshed, took out the warm towel to wipe, put on clothes, and came out like that.

  Dark clouds are gathering in the sky, raindrops falling heavily like a waterfall. And from time to time, golden snakes are slithering around, and thunderbolts strike down, deafening the ears.

  The balcony is very large, the lights are on, outside the sky is overcast, poured a glass of juice, sat down in the rattan chair between the living room and the balcony, facing the heavy rain, within ten meters, some grass can still be seen, beyond ten meters, misty darkness envelops everything.

  A gust of wind blew by, and the raindrops floated across the balcony and onto my face. The cool breeze and raindrops suddenly made me feel much more alert, and a bright light flashed, illuminating everything before my eyes. I saw the fake hills in the distance, appearing and disappearing, which was truly delightful.

  Fang Xin fell into deep thought, countless memories intertwined and chaotic, as he sipped his juice slowly, gazing at the rainy scene, silent.

  Surnamed Fang, descendant of Shennong Shi

  Meng surname, descendant of the Yellow Emperor clan

  I am fifteen years old this year, my father is Fang Jingtian and my mother is Meng Qianqian.

  Some memories flashed by, and Fang Xin revealed a bitter smile with unknown meaning.

  Many things in his memory clearly told him that this was different from the original world.

  Qigong formula, family inherited qigong method

  Fang Xin's moral view and religious belief come from the Huaxia Shen system. In order to maintain his faith, he would originally do some work, but it wouldn't be life-threatening. It was his family and social atmosphere that taught him to accept this moral concept and belief.

  There are still many, many more...

  As I sat in contemplation, the raindrops gradually slowed down, and the waterfall on the artificial hill also came to a stop. On the roof, the sound of dripping water was sparse and intermittent.

  After thinking for an hour and a half, I didn't feel the slightest bit hungry or tired. The rain had passed, the sun was still shining, and birds were landing on the branches of the nearby garden, their feathers still wet, flapping their wings from time to time.

  After the rain, the green grass was dotted with the remaining petals of the flowers that had been planted. Fang Xin stood up.

  Family inheritance, Fang Jing Tian has a limited company with more than 80% of the shares, with a scale of about 200 million, which is also considered to be worth some money. This can be seen from his own villa - upstairs and downstairs, covering an area of 280 square meters, valued at around 5 million. All these are normal.

  "Jade as you wish!"

  Suddenly, a small jade Ruyi the size of an inch fell into his hand. The jade Ruyi was densely engraved with mysterious characters, but inside, it had basically lost its luster, apparently exhausted of energy.

  After Li Nan's death, there was no consciousness at all, and it seemed that after falling asleep, he became Fang Xin.

  How to get rid of Fang Xing's trust is unknown, but it doesn't matter. Now as long as I'm alive, that's enough.

  "Li Nan is dead. I am Fang Xin now." Fang Xin finished the last drop of juice, saying in a low voice. After he spoke, he stroked the jade Ruyi.

  In fact, he has all of Fang Xin's emotions and memories, it can be said that he is Fang Xin.

  He let out a sigh and put away the jade scepter, then walked out of the door.

  Xiao Xiao skateboard is Fang Xin's favorite, speeding across the smooth road surface. This neighborhood is basically a well-off middle class with a good environment. When passing through the entrance of the neighborhood, he caught a glimpse of the security guard out of the corner of his eye and Fang Xin politely nodded.

  The security guard, a man in his 40s, smiled and said, "Going out to find food?"

  Fang Xin isn't very good at cooking for himself, so every day he goes out to find food, walking all over the streets in the surrounding area.

  "Uncle Zhang, I brought you a chicken leg!" The man surnamed Zhang, from Fang Xin's memory, was quite interesting and had a good relationship with him, but it wasn't necessary to delve deeper into that now. He smiled and said, walking through the door onto the street.

  The streets have green belts on both sides, with trees shading the roads, and buildings standing in a staggered manner. There are gardens from time to time, and people coming and going. Looking at this scene that is both extremely familiar and extremely strange, Fang Xin suddenly felt suffocated, his breathing almost stopping. A kind of unspeakable sadness made him unable to calm down for a long time.

  This is a kind of loneliness in a foreign land that is hard to express to others, as if between heaven and earth, there is only oneself.

  The feeling was too unbearable, Fang Xin couldn't help but walk to the originally familiar location and enter the door - it was a store, a very familiar toy store.

  All the toys inside are plush toys.

  A girl was standing in the shop, smiling and waving her hand: "Fang Xin, you're here!"

  "Qian Meng, hello, I'll treat you to ice cream tonight!" Fang Xin said with a wave of his hand, then ignored her and walked forward into the back workshop. He turned on the light by himself, skillfully picked up several pieces of fabric, and started making a stuffed animal.

  He certainly doesn't need to make a living by making puppets, he just came to the store casually a year ago and tried to make one. In this regard, he seems to have some talent, surprisingly, the puppet made is very beautiful and all sold out.

  To some extent, Fang Xin was originally just a lonely young man.

  The shop owner was an old man with the surname Qian, his hair half white, always calm expression, he just looked at him for a moment, holding several pieces of rolled up fabric and wool, and then didn't say another word.

  She gently stroked the fabric, feeling extremely smooth to the touch, like caressing human skin. She took out a pair of scissors and pondered for a moment before the blade glided slowly across a piece of fabric.

  Fang Xin's eyes were focused, his heart was confident, he felt the original Fang Xin's talent and Li Nan's experience naturally merged together, his hands were calm and agile, wherever he went, not a single mistake.

  The cut fabrics were carefully placed on a nearby shelf one by one, and then the cut fabrics were sewn together with thread. Although it was an operation that had been done many times before, today's speed and movements were exceptionally smooth.

  Not much time had passed, and the bear finished turning over the limp fabric. The project was not yet complete, so after some consideration, it took out a piece of fur and carefully sewed it on. After sewing everything together, it stuffed in cotton wool and slowly used a special stick to pack the cotton wool tightly into the tips of the hands and feet. After another moment's thought, it picked up two small jade stones and used them as eyes, sewing them on.

  A teddy bear of unparalleled cuteness was thus created.

  Fang Xin took a closer look and touched it, feeling very good to the touch.

  "You've done a great job." Old Qian said: "Your craftsmanship has improved."

  After finishing this, unknowingly, it should have been dusk, Fang Xin felt that the loneliness of being alone had alleviated a lot, and he was a little happy, just nodding and smiling, and then went out of the room, casually putting the teddy bear on the outside shelf.

  "Fang Xin, you've done a great job, it can be sold for 300 yuan!" Qian Meng said.

  "Let's go, I'll treat you to some ice cream and we can just have that for dinner."

  "Alright, I'll go right away." Qian Meng was overjoyed and gathered his things before heading out the door.

  The ice shop was just nearby, as soon as they entered, Fang Xin casually ordered: "Two crystal iced desserts, with two chocolate No.3 pastries and two glasses of iced tea."

  Sweet and lovely Qian Meng glanced at Fang Xin, giggled, found a seat, and immediately had the service staff come over.

  What is called "ice fruit" is actually similar to jelly, and it's made using a method similar to ice cream. It's cool and refreshing when you eat it, and it's most popular among young boys and girls.

  The store was filled with music, the singing voice was lingering and distant, carrying a hint of emptiness.

  The two of them listened quietly, eating, and Qian Meng glanced over, only to see Fang Xin with a thoughtful expression, unknowingly carrying a sense of maturity and charm that young people didn't have. Her heart skipped a beat as she asked: "Fang Xin, school starts in September, are you prepared?"

  Fang Xin shook his head: "Not ready yet, but it doesn't matter."

  Here, middle school studies are no longer full-time, with only four months of classes per year, in May and June, as well as September and October. Normally, everything is self-study at home, and when classes are in session, they focus on lectures and exams. Once you've met the requirements for one credit, you can end the course, it's very flexible, there's a reason for this, I'll talk about it later.

  Qian Meng lowered her eyes and didn't dare look at Fang Xin directly. She just lowered her head, finished eating, and said: "It's like this, I should go back too."

  When she stood up, she couldn't help but take another glance at Fang Xin. Their eyes met, and she inexplicably flushed with a few strands of redness, hastily saying in a nonchalant tone: "Let's go! See you tomorrow."

  After finishing speaking, the person had already gone out of the door. Fang Xin smiled, paid the bill, walked to the entrance, closed his eyes, and felt that his heart was almost settled. He immediately wanted to urgently try something that made him excited in his memory. He crossed the street and came to a quiet tea house. As soon as he entered, he felt a refreshing fragrance coming towards him.

  At the counter, there was a young girl who didn't look much like an adult woman. She probably was a student from nearby participating in social practice and working part-time to support her studies. She slightly bowed: "Welcome, please show your membership card."

  Fang Xin indeed had a membership card, he took it out and swiped it on the sensor.

  At that moment, the screen in front of the girl displayed information. The girl took a look and raised her head: "There are 14,000 unredeemed membership points on your card. What would you like to apply for?"

  Fang Xin took a clear look at her, a fairly beautiful face. The appearance of men and women in this world seemed to have improved overall compared to the original Earth. This kind of appearance was not rare on Earth, but it was not easily seen either. He muttered to himself, "I'm applying for a second-level quiet room."

  "Thank you for your patronage, 20 members per hour, your number is B-15."

  Fang Xinde nodded, and most of the downstairs was a teahouse. He walked through it, with countless emotions in his heart.

  What is called An'gai Jingshe, are various places for nourishing the mind and nature, mainly consisting of individual tea rooms. This special type of tea room has a semi-enclosed, quiet and simple design style, where people go to drink tea.

  The second floor is a classic room, where solo instrumental performances and learning take place, as well as ikebana and Go art learning spaces.

  As for the quiet room, it is specially used by people who practice meditation and qigong. It has special functions such as sound insulation, air retention, and tranquility. In the city, due to the fast pace of life, many traditional qigong practitioners have no conditions at home, so they come here to meditate quietly, so business is still quite good, it has been a traditional project all along.

  It is said that a good static company will also invite relevant masters to guide and attract people from all walks of life.

  Behind the quiet room, across a small lake about two mu in size, with a green and sparkling surface like beautiful jade. Passing through the corridor, winding and twisting, it leads directly to the first floor at the back, which has only one characteristic: spotless and silent.

  Found B-15, swiped the card and the door opened.

  He walked halfway and Fang Xin sat down, starting to adjust his breathing.

  It is said that Qigong has a history of over 3,000 years and has been passed down continuously. In the past, there were two instances where emperors organized large-scale compilations of its foundational texts, which were later revised by masters from generation to generation. The methods currently being transmitted are extremely authentic.

  The Fang Xin family's method of cultivating Qi is actually similar to the teachings in schools and on the market, with only minor differences. Even if there are some differences, they don't improve much at their core. The only advantage is that it starts earlier than ordinary people's methods, and it's also easier to delve deeper later on.

  Breathing methods, in reality, have conversions of rising, falling, opening, and closing, but essentially, there are only two kinds. The first is to make people conscious and control the body's metabolic rhythm through deep, long, and even inhalation and exhalation.

  The flow of air in and out of the body should be as smooth and consistent as possible throughout the entire process, which is also a way to cultivate the body, exercise the spirit, and nourish one's nature.

  Fang Xin's foundation was relatively deep, so in just a few minutes, he had already controlled his breathing. With each inhalation and exhalation, he felt the Dan Tian opening and closing, where the refined essence of the water valley and the kidney essence combined. As he breathed, he slowly accumulated and refined the energy.

  Vigorous and gentle, pure and real inner breath, with each inhalation and exhalation it grows stronger. Fang Xin's family method does not first seek circulation, but rather accumulation, refining essence and transforming energy are already within it.

  Fang Xin's breathing was steady and calm, completely unaware of the changes in the outside world. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt that his vital energy had been transformed, his whole body was lively and agile, and only then did he calmly and quietly nourish himself.

  Wait a little longer, Fang Xin finally got up and looked at the time, realizing that three hours had passed.

  "Really, there is internal energy! Are the other things true too?" The earthy sentiment made him feel excited and he floated out of the room. He swiped his card on the door and naturally, money was deducted according to time. He went back to the front counter and asked: "Can you show me the courses here?"

  "Alright, please wait for a moment, this is our company's training course."

  He took the booklet, thanked him, and then sat down on one side, carefully reading it.

  Perhaps for Fang Xing's original world, this is normal, just like English teaching classes and high school prep classes on Earth, but to the people of Earth now, all of this is very magical.

  Ancient Tea Ceremony, a chamber for imparting the Four Books and Five Classics, a research association for basic Huaxia religious doctrines, appreciation of ancient paintings...

  The hand that had been flipping through the pages suddenly stopped as it brushed against something on the page.

  This project...

  Fang Xinxin's heart moved slightly, carefully - Huaxia Swordsmanship transmission

  Huaxia Swordsmanship is a project with specialized titles and evaluation standards, and it is also one of the ancient projects that have been passed down for three thousand years. Now it is designated as a national art.

  Although there are countless schools of thought, the disciples who have learned can be divided into six categories: foundation, entry, skillful, ascending to the hall, entering the room, and enlightenment.

  Each of these was a closely guarded secret in ancient times, but now they have been unified into a scientific and systematic whole. Although some things have been omitted for safety's sake, the excellent methods are still not lost. However, it can be said that in this world, how many people are willing to spend a lot of hard work cultivating?

  Just like on earth, countless knowledge is stored in textbooks and libraries, but how many people are really willing to spend time to become a doctor?

  He closed his eyes, and his fingers lightly swept across the paper, Fang Xin carefully feeling the information it brought... This feeling... Fang Xin felt some slight resonance with Yu Ruyi.

  That's it, Fang Xin's eyes lit up and made a choice.

  In the past, Fang Xin would not spend a lot of time practicing swordsmanship - most people practice swordsmanship just as a skill, and most can only reach the level of proficiency, perhaps it's good for finding a security job, but it won't make you rich.

  Fang Xin, who has already accumulated some assets, why is it necessary to be like this?

  But now Fang Xin had other thoughts on his mind.

  "I've signed up for this project, can you help me register?" Fang Xin said to the counter lady, and also swiped his sensor again.

  The counter girl typed a few words and said: "First phase foundation, one lesson per week, annual fee of 2,500 yuan, do you have any questions?"

  "No problem," Fang Xin said, scanning the many subjects he still had to study, and couldn't help but sigh at how much he still had to learn, he must work hard!