On his way to Jiangnan Prefecture, Ye Feng made a detour to Jinling.
The Lin family of Jinling has become an irreconcilable enemy of mine, and they must be eliminated.
At this time, in Jiangnan Prefecture.
At the foot of a mountain, there stands an antique-style pavilion, ten stories high, called Tingchao Pavilion. The building is hidden by pine forests and green trees, and in front of it is the winding river.
This is a section of the middle reaches of the river, so the terrain is gentle, the water flows gently, and the emerald green river reflects the blue sky, white clouds, and willow trees on both banks.
A gentle breeze ripples across the calm river, creating a beautiful and tranquil environment.
It just so happens to be a poem.
The scenery of Jiangnan is beautiful, and I am familiar with it from long ago.
The sunrise paints the river flowers redder than fire, and the spring river flows greener than blue.
Of course, Chen Haohan, the governor of Jiangnan Prefecture, was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at this time.
He hurriedly entered the antique-style pavilion under the guidance of his servants.
We followed the wooden stairs all the way to the top floor.
The decor here is very simple, with bookshelves on all four walls filled with various ancient books in the form of paper.
Many of these are unique copies, long lost, and cannot be bought on the market no matter how much money you spend.
A middle-aged man dressed in a blue long gown, exuding a scholarly air, stood calmly behind the table, wielding his brush with the grace of a dragon.
Behind him was an open window. Standing in front of the window, one could gaze into the distance and overlook the mighty Yangtze River flowing eastward, a breathtaking view.
Chen Haohan didn't dare to go forward and disturb the other party, and stood anxiously waiting in place.
Only after the other party finished writing did he step forward and speak.
“Mr. Dongfang, you must have heard about what happened in Haidong. All the men I sent were killed by that brat. If I hadn’t been forced to do so, I wouldn’t have dared to bother you.”
"That Ye Feng is ruthless and kills people without hesitation. Now, no one in Jiangnan Prefecture can rival him."
"Even the bloodthirsty demon god Xiahou Ba has been subdued by him. We implore you, sir, to take action and slay this fiend!"
"After the matter is accomplished, Mr. Chen will reward you handsomely!"
As the governor of Jiangnan, the series of horrific massacres that occurred within his jurisdiction had already drawn the attention of higher authorities.
If he can't quickly settle things with Ye Feng before the higher-ups send someone over, then his career is over.
In order to save his hat, he had no choice but to seek help from the middle-aged man in front of him.
This man is named Dongfang Sheng, and he is the leading figure in the martial arts world of Jiangnan Prefecture.
He is also the only publicly known Heavenly Realm martial artist in Jiangnan Prefecture to date.
They were already invincible in Jiangnan Prefecture.
"Governor Chen, what do you think of this calligraphy of mine?"
Dongfang Sheng was still engrossed in his calligraphy and seemed not to have heard the governor's words.
On the four-foot-long sheet of white Xuan paper sprinkled with gold in front of me, four large characters were written:
Masters are lonely
The characters are strong and bold, with strokes that are like dragons and phoenixes dancing, exuding a powerful aura.
Chen Haohan gave a thumbs up and showered him with compliments.
"Sir, your calligraphy is as invincible as your cultivation level."
Dongfang Sheng suddenly sighed softly, stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking down at the rolling river in the distance. His back looked somewhat desolate and lonely. He said softly.
"Even if you are invincible, what can you do?"
"Who can understand the loneliness in my heart?"
"Since ancient times, the higher you climb, the colder it gets."
"Just like the waters of this great river, rolling eastward, washing away countless heroes, all of which are now nothing but emptiness."
"Perhaps only by becoming an immortal can one achieve eternal life..."
Behind him, Chen Haohan shuddered and looked at the figure's back, his eyes filled with fervor and admiration.
As expected of Mr. Dongfang.
They're about to start cultivating immortality!
I couldn't help but sigh.
"If the heavens had not given birth to Dongfang Sheng, the martial arts world would have remained in eternal darkness."
Dongfang Sheng smiled reservedly.
"You flatter me, Your Excellency."
He appeared humble, but in reality, he held his head high, his expression carrying a hint of arrogance, and turned around to speak.
"By the way, what did you just say? Someone is causing trouble in Haidong."
Chen Haohan's expression turned serious, and he quickly repeated what he had just said.
"I implore you, sir, to take action and kill this man."
"If we let him continue to cause trouble like this, the martial arts world of Jiangnan will be turned upside down."
Dongfang Sheng smiled slightly and shook his head.
"No matter how powerful Sun Wukong is, he can't escape the palm of the Buddha."
After saying this, he slowly rolled up the artwork in front of him and handed it to the governor.
"These four words contain the aura of my Heavenly Realm, enough to help you subdue that brat."
"Ghost Servant, you go with the governor."
An elderly man in black standing behind Dongfang Sheng nodded respectfully.
"Yes, sir."
Thank you, sir.
Chen Haohan was overjoyed and quickly reached out his hands, bowed respectfully, and accepted the artwork paper as if receiving an imperial edict.
He was well aware of the significance of this calligraphy.
It should be noted that in addition to being a Heavenly Realm martial artist, Dongfang Sheng is also highly accomplished in calligraphy, having long established his own unique style, which is in no way inferior to any great calligrapher.
What is even more commendable is that he had long ago integrated calligraphy and martial arts.
The characters contain a profound martial arts spirit.
The martial arts also implicitly contain the powerful force of calligraphy.
In short, it would be extremely difficult for anyone else to obtain a piece of calligraphy from Dongfang Sheng.
Several years ago, a notorious bandit with the cultivation level of Earth Realm was causing havoc in Jiangnan Prefecture, making people panic and leaving the Martial Arts Management Division helpless.
In the end, Dongfang Sheng wrote only the word "kill," and instantly killed the notorious bandit.
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