Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 358 Rebirth?

"How is your Excellency? Is it correct?"

"A little further to the left."

Fan Xinglai stood on a chair and tiptoed to balance the scroll pole to the left.

Liang Qu stepped back two steps, stood on the threshold, observed the distance between the left and right sides, and confirmed that the portrait was moved to the center.

"stop!"

"Is it correct?"

"Okay, come down."

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

A painting of a mountain stream waterfall inlaid with a solid color is hung in the center of the main wall. The waterfall in the painting is pouring down like a waterfall, which makes the empty hall more majestic!
Zhao Shanzhang is indeed a master of calligraphy and painting. Even Liang Qu, an outsider who doesn't know how to appreciate art, feels that his paintings and calligraphy are magnificent.

Before I knew it, I looked a bit like a master.

How could an ordinary fisherman collect calligraphy and paintings by famous artists?
"Master Liang! Now that we're here, where should we put our things?"

There was a shout from the door.

Liang Qu knew who was coming: "Xinglai, take them to my bedroom, move out the big couch, replace it with a bunk bed, and ask Aunt Li to make a new bed for me."

Fan Xinglai poked his head in and asked, "A bunk bed? Sir, did you buy a bed?"

"Well, I bought some furniture, a canopy bed, five ottoman beds, two antique display cases, two side tables... Anyway, there are quite a lot of things. I'll move my square couch to your room from now on."

The Liang residence has three courtyards and is very large. Wulong would stick out his tongue if he ran around in a circle.

The initial construction of the house relied entirely on the labor of the villagers, as well as the money and materials raised by a few wealthy families.

Unfortunately, Liang Qu himself had a flat wallet.

Afterwards the house was completed, the furniture purchased and used inside was left as it was, used compactly, since not many people came anyway.

There was no place to put the many porcelains awarded to Dazaoju by the imperial court, so they still lie in boxes piled up in the east wing.

After that, Liangqu gradually became wealthy and focused on cultivation.

Now I finally have some spare money. On the way back, I felt that my wallet was full, so I bought a batch of new furniture, including but not limited to bunk beds, Luohan beds, bookcases, desks...

How do you feel comfortable?

Otherwise, wouldn’t all the martial arts training be in vain, and wouldn’t the promotion to a higher position be in vain?
First, replace the low square couch in the bedroom with a canopy bed that gathers energy.

In the study room, a few Luohan beds are placed in the central hall to facilitate guests.

Secondly, he set up an antique display shelf and put all the porcelain and toys he had received as rewards on it and put them to use.

"okay!"

When Fan Xinglai learned that he had a new bed to sleep in, he excitedly ran to open the door to welcome the people in. After confirming it, he led the people into the yard to put their things away.

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

The shopkeeper first greeted Liang Qu, confirmed the location of the items, turned around and stood in the middle of the courtyard, his eyes sharp, to prevent any of his subordinates from doing something dishonest and ruining the reputation of his store.

Aunt Zhang watched the excitement and walked across the corridor: "Boss, are you going to kill a chicken today?"

"Kill the chicken. What chicken?"

Liang Qu, who was directing the workers to install the Luohan bed, was puzzled.

"Master, have you forgotten? You left a flying dragon behind before you left home. I have been raising it for you. Every day, I feed it all our leftovers. Not only has it not lost weight, it has gained a lot of weight!"

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

The hair on the pheasant's chest was all fluffy and bulging with newly grown down for the winter.

The pheasant seemed to know that its end was near, and it flapped its wings and struggled hard, but its wings were pinched at the base, making it useless.

"Oh, I remember that."

Liang Qu suddenly realized that only a few days after he took office, several of his subordinates, the River Gods, came to give him gifts.

Among them, Fan Zixuan came in muddy and rainy to deliver a hazel grouse, commonly known as a flying dragon. It happened that a flood report was received in Huazhu County that day, so Liang Qu didn't have time to eat it.

When I came back yesterday and learned that the old monk was leaving, I simply accompanied him for a vegetarian meal in the evening, allowing him to live for another day!
"Forget about lunch." Liang Qu looked at the sky and knew it was almost time for lunch. "I may not be able to make it in time for lunch now. Let's eat tonight. Let's make some soup and buy some dried mushrooms."

"Okay, I'll boil some water for it this afternoon!"

Aunt Zhang carried Feilong back to the kitchen, found a thin rope to tie up the chicken's feet again to prevent it from jumping around, then turned around to add firewood to the fire and prepared lunch.

Liang Qu was busy directing the workers to arrange the large items, and Fan Xing came to help with the lifting.

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

The Hazel Grouse lay on the ground, unable to call out. After resting for a while, it lowered its head to peck at the rope ring on its foot.

in the afternoon.

The Liang residence has been completely renovated, and the fragrance of nanmu is lingering in the air.

Liang Qu opened the door of the east wing and moved out several large boxes. Together with Fan Xinglai, they placed things and porcelain on the antique display shelf, chatting idly.

"Xinglai, how old are you this year?"

"After this spring, it will be fourteen."

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

"My father said that when I turn fifteen, I should go to Master Yang's martial arts school and study for a year or so.

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

After half a year of study, if there is hope, I will continue to practice. If there is no hope, forget it. Don't worry, it won't delay the horse breeding."

Fan Xinglai's father worked as a horse breeder for Yang Dongxiong. He had extensive experience, good skills, and earned several taels of silver every month, which was much higher than that of ordinary people who worked as farmers or fishermen.

If you are willing to live a hard life and save up a little, you can afford the cost of training the highest level of martial arts, not to mention that Yang Dongxiong promised to waive tuition.

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

In this world, martial arts hardly care about the so-called boyish skills.

To feel the bones, you have to wait until the bones grow out before you can feel them.

If one is not fully grown or is too young to rashly refine Qi and blood, not only will it be difficult to circulate during exercise and promote a positive flow, but it will easily deplete Qi and blood and lead to illness.

The best age to learn martial arts is at least at the end of secondary development, around fifteen years old. Therefore, when Liang Qu was learning martial arts, he met the third son of Mr. Zhao's family.

Teenagers have strong recovery ability and abundant Qi and blood. As long as they supplement with ordinary meat, there will not be any major problems.

If one could take a medicinal bath every day, occasionally eat one or two precious fish, or take some other elixirs to replenish qi and blood, then his practice would be much smoother than that of others.

Fan Xinglai brought the flower pot and said, "Every time I go to your house for dinner, my father always asks me to learn from you, sir. He said that if I can learn even a little bit of Sir Liang's skills, my life will be worth it."

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

"That's what I told my father. Let alone the entire Pingyang County, looking at the entire Huaiyin Prefecture, how many Lord Liangs can there be in Nanzhili? Sir, do you want to put this vase up there?"

While Fan Xinglai was asking questions, an obscure aura spread from the courtyard, causing waves of dryness in the bleak autumn wind.

"Strange, what is that? It's hot."

Fan Xinglai touched his cheek and looked around.

Liang Qu's face darkened.

"Red Firebird!"

……

Liang Qu put down the round bottle in his hand, walked quickly across the corridor, and saw Feilong leaning and lying under the bedroom window.

There was a faint burnt smell in the air.

Liang Qu suddenly realized and rushed into the house.

On Lan Qi, Fu Bo stood horizontally, without any abnormal changes.

On the contrary...it's bright?
(End of this chapter)