Iron Cross Fire

Thinking in his heart, the Pavilion Master said to Yue Feng: "Feng Tao, if Yu Wenyan knew that you had damaged this calligraphy, he would definitely not let you off easily. Now while she still doesn't know, you should leave, leave Xiyan Pavilion, and don't come back."

At this moment, the Pavilion Master had completely lost his previous appreciation for Yue Feng, and just wanted him to leave quickly.

Only if this man left, could his innocence be preserved.

Hearing this, Yue Feng smiled bitterly. If the Pavilion Master had said this two days ago, Yue Feng would definitely be extremely excited and leave without saying a word.

However, now Su Qingyan is also in Xiyan Pavilion, how could Yue Feng just leave like this?

Huh!

The next second, Yue Feng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the Pavilion Master and said: "It's just a calligraphy, I'll write it for you again."

What?

The Pavilion Master was shocked, and looked at Yue Feng in surprise, then couldn't help but chuckled: "Feng Tao, I know you are a good doctor, but don't be too confident, this is calligraphy."

"This calligraphy is called the Grass Saint Post, which was copied by Master Wen Zheng from the Grass Saint Zhang Xu. Do you know the Grass Saint? He is a famous calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty of Diyuan Continent, famous for his cursive script... He is also the person that Master Wen Zheng admires the most, so in order to express his respect for the Grass Saint, Master Wen Zheng specially wrote this Grass Saint Post."

"Forget it, you are from Nanyun Continent, you definitely don't know the situation of Diyuan Continent, let alone the Grass Saint Zhang Xu..."

The Pavilion Master still thought that Yue Feng was from Nanyun Continent. The Pavilion Master was right. The calligraphy that Yue Feng accidentally tore was indeed written by Master Wen Zheng to pay tribute to the Grass Saint Zhang Xu.

Hundreds of years ago, there were barriers between the Jiuzhou Continents, but those barriers could only block ordinary people, while those powerful practitioners could travel between the continents.

Zhang Xu's magic was brought to the Yellow Sea Continent by some practitioners. Three hundred years ago, Master Wen Zheng of the Yellow Sea Continent was amazed when he saw Zhang Xu's original works for the first time. He regarded Zhang Xu as a treasure and worshipped him as an idol.

Zhang Xu, the Grass Saint?

Yue Feng was stunned at first when he heard this, and then he couldn't help laughing.

Haha...

It turned out that Master Wen Zheng mentioned by the Pavilion Master worshipped Zhang Xu, the Grass Saint. Who would have known that Zhang Xu, the Grass Saint, had already recognized himself as the master in his Linglong Tower.

What's more, Zhang Xu specially taught him calligraphy during the day.

Thinking about it, Yue Feng didn't say much. Seeing the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the wooden rack next to him, he took them over.

"You..."

Seeing this scene, the Pavilion Master frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

At this time, the Pavilion Master saw Yue Feng pick up the pen, and was angry and amused.

This Feng Tao, after becoming the ruler of Xiyan Pavilion, was like a madman. He actually wanted to write a piece of calligraphy to compensate himself. That was the calligraphy of Master Wen Zheng. Could he afford it?

Moreover, he was only well-versed in medical skills, how could he know calligraphy?

Swish, swish, swish.

Yue Feng pretended not to hear the Pavilion Master's mockery. He dipped the ink and started writing directly. His pen was flying like a dragon, extremely bold and unrestrained.

In the afternoon, under the personal guidance of Zhang Xu, Yue Feng's calligraphy had reached a level that ordinary people could hardly reach, especially the cursive script, which he had quite a lot of experience in.

After all, Zhang Xu was a famous cursive master. Under his guidance, could Yue Feng's cursive script be bad?

"Alright!"

In less than half a minute, a piece of calligraphy was finished. Yue Feng put down the pen and looked at the Pavilion Master with a smile: "How is it? My husband's calligraphy is more than a little bit better than the Master Wen Zheng you mentioned, right?"

"Just your calligraphy can be compared with Master Wen Zheng..." The Pavilion Master chuckled and was about to mock him.

Just halfway through, her eyes fell on Yue Feng's calligraphy, and the Pavilion Master's body trembled and she was dumbfounded.

Hiss!

At this moment, the Pavilion Master couldn't help but take a deep breath, and her delicate face was full of shock. WeNXuEmi.Cc

Completely shocked.

You can see that Yue Feng's calligraphy is smart and elegant, flowing like clouds and water, as if it has life. Every word is perfect and impeccable, especially the charm in it, which is even more amazing.

Compared with his calligraphy, the previously destroyed Master Wen Zheng's calligraphy is just like that written by a child, and it is not at the same level at all.

This...

After being stunned for more than ten seconds, the Pavilion Master finally recovered and stared at Yue Feng blankly: "This... is it really written by you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Pavilion Master's face turned red and he was very embarrassed.

What's wrong with me? I actually asked such a ridiculous question. This word was just written by him.

But...isn't Feng Tao a doctor? He actually has such high attainments in calligraphy.

For a moment, the Pavilion Master was shocked, his head was buzzing, and he was completely confused.

As the Pavilion Master of Xiyan Pavilion, in addition to practicing every day, he also likes piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially calligraphy and painting, which he is very obsessed with, so the Pavilion Master also has some attainments in calligraphy.

It is for this reason that Yuwen Yan gave her the original work of Master Wen Zheng.

But after seeing Yue Feng's words today, the Pavilion Master deeply understood that the Master Wen Zheng, who was admired by him, the most famous calligrapher in hundreds of years, was nothing in front of Feng Tao in front of him.

Haha...

Looking at the Pavilion Master's expression, Yue Feng felt very happy and smiled: "How about it? I will give you the original work of Master Wen Zheng as compensation with this calligraphy. It's totally fine, right?"

When he said this, Yue Feng looked relaxed.

Although the Master Wen Zheng mentioned by the Pavilion Master is very famous in the Yellow Sea Continent, in the final analysis, he worships the Cursive Saint Zhang Xu and even copies Zhang Xu's calligraphy.

And he is the master of the Cursive Saint Zhang Xu, and his calligraphy is taught by Zhang Xu himself. How can he compare?

Yes!

Hearing this, the Pavilion Master reacted and nodded.

This Feng Tao's calligraphy, whether in terms of charm or artistic conception, is much higher than Master Wen Zheng.

"Okay, the words have been compensated to you, I will rest." Yue Feng stopped talking nonsense and lay on the ground to rest.

Huh!

At this moment, the Pavilion Master was completely sleepy. He bit his lips lightly and looked at Yue Feng closely, flashing with endless complexity.

How much ability does this Feng Tao have that has not been revealed?

At this time, the Pavilion Master's view of Yue Feng has changed a lot, and deep in his heart, an indescribable emotion has also risen.

....

On the other side, the Earth Circle Continent, Yunzhou City.

At this time, the ground near Yunzhou City was stained red with blood, and the disciples of the major sects fell in a pool of blood one after another!

The various sects of the Earth Round Continent and the Beiying Army have been fighting here for a day and a night!

During this day and night, the major sects continued to suffer casualties. There were nearly 500,000 people, but facing the powerful Beiying Army, there were less than 50,000 people left!

On the other hand, under the command of Zhang Jue, the Beiying Army only suffered 30,000 casualties, and there were still more than 100,000 people at this time.

Less than 50,000 people, fighting against more than 100,000 people, this war is no longer suspenseful.

At this time, the major sects of the Earth Round Continent could no longer hold on, but the only remaining people were still gritting their teeth and holding on. Although they did not give up, there was despair in their eyes.

If they continued to fight like this, everyone would die in battle, and then they would all be destroyed, and the Earth Round Continent would be completely hopeless.

At this time, Jiang Shan was wearing a white dress on the battlefield, which was almost stained with blood. Some of the blood was from the enemy, and some was from her own. She looked pale and very weak.

After a day and a night of fierce fighting, Jiang Shan had almost consumed all her internal strength.

Huh!

Looking around, many people from the Earth Circle Continent fell down. Jiang Shan's heart trembled, and she was anxious and desperate.

The situation was getting worse and worse. What should I do?

Are we going to give up Yunzhou City like this?

"Retreat... Everyone, retreat quickly, Yunzhou City can't be saved..."

At this moment, someone in the crowd of the Earth Circle Continent shouted, and then many disciples of the sects turned around and ran away, looking panicked, without the spirit of fighting to the death!

To be honest, no one wanted to give up Yunzhou City like this, but the situation in front of them was out of control. If they continued to fight, they would die in vain!

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