Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

On the outskirts of Beijing, there is a health center.

Three days ago, after Hengyuan caused a scene at the Pingyuan Earl's mansion, he did not run away, but chose to stay where he was and accept the investigation by the night watchman.

Luo Chen preserved almost all the evidence of Pingyuanbo's crimes.

The night watchman only questioned Hengyuan briefly, wasting about half a day of his time, before releasing him!

Curfew is imminent!

Hengyuan looked up at the high wall and saw a figure standing there.

Upon seeing that the visitor was Luo Chen, he was initially surprised: "Young Master Luo, is your visit at this time related to my junior brother?"

Luo Chen nodded slightly: "Master Hengyuan, your junior brother's resentment has transformed into a blood-red Asura, coming for revenge!"

Upon hearing this, Hengyuan felt conflicted, yet also hopeful.

He sighed heavily. "I'm going to find him!"

"What happened after you found Heng Hui?"

Luo Chen first countered with a question, his words carrying a deeper meaning: "Heng Hui, carrying resentment, was refined into a walking corpse; she was already a dead person!"

"Now that Heng Huineng can unleash power at the half-step extraordinary level, why not let him take revenge?"

"The Minister of War and the eldest son of the Earl of Pingyuan assaulted Princess Pingyang and Heng Hui during their elopement, causing her unbearable humiliation, and she ultimately committed suicide with a hairpin."

"A barefoot person has nothing to fear, let alone a demon from hell."

Luo Chen pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Of course! We cannot allow Heng Hui to use external forces to indiscriminately kill innocent people."

"However, I need Master Hengyuan to do one thing!"

Heng Yuan was stunned upon hearing this, as Luo Chen's words coincided with his own thoughts.

You have to understand that he watched Heng Hui grow up, which is why he has such feelings for her.

Luo Chen and Heng Hui were just outsiders, which moved him deeply!

"Young Master Luo, please speak quickly!"

……

The capital city, the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau).

Luo Chen changed into the attire of a scholar in blue robes and walked in with an air of nonchalance.

"Does this young master look familiar to everyone?"

"Does he look like Young Master Luo?"

On the only way to the courtyards of all the lovely girls, a single, charming gaze turned toward Luo Chen.

At this moment, a tall and slender maid excitedly ran towards Luo Chen, looking slightly out of breath.

After carefully checking, she excitedly took Luo Chen's right arm, holding it tighter and tighter, trying to use her great conscience on her left arm to influence Luo Chen.

"Young Master Luo, is it really you?"

"My wife often thinks of you; why don't you come over for tea even when you have time?"

These words immediately enlivened the atmosphere.

The young maids around her emerged like spring flowers, each eager to create an opportunity for their mistress, even if they themselves had no chance.

"Young Master Luo, her wife is not as good as my wife."

"My wife can dance on the palm of your hand!"

"Young Master Luo, none of their wives are as good as my wife. My wife can dance on a teacup!"

Luo Chen was instantly surrounded by tender flowers, and all sorts of milky fragrances filled his nostrils, rich and fragrant.

Besides, Luo Chen was already several heads taller than these maids, and their clothing was as revealing as ancient Tang Dynasty attire.

He used his Clear Eyes technique, looking down at the past.

Enjoy the breathtaking views of the snow-capped mountains; it's like being on top of the world, surrounded by pure white snow, devoid of any ethereal beauty.

Many maids felt Luo Chen's gaze; their hearts pounded, and they mustered their courage nervously.

"Young Master Luo, I... I'm now of marriageable age... If you... don't mind..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Chen realized that his sweeping gaze had caused the maids to misunderstand.

He patted the little maid's head and said softly:

"I'm not as outstanding as you think. Don't be fooled by my appearance."

Luo Chen looked at these maids, most of whom were relatives of officials who had been implicated and forced into the brothel.

Of all the beauties in the Jiaosifang, only a few can be redeemed. And even after being redeemed, how many of these beauties can have a peaceful end?

Therefore, Luo Chen was like a new hope for them.

The maids surrounding Luo Chen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed upon hearing his words.

It's perfectly normal that Young Master Luo doesn't think much of them.

After all, they knew in their hearts that they were not as glamorous as the women, and even if they had potential, that was only for the future.

The maids lowered their heads and consciously made way for a narrow path.

Luo Chen broke free from the encirclement of flowers, using his fingertips as a brush and gathering his inner energy like a carving knife.

On the tall roof pillars at the entrance of the Jiaosifang, sleeves fluttered as a sharp stroke of the brush was executed.

The biting frost and wind wither the delicate buds, and the sudden rains repeatedly ravage the willow branches.

Plum blossoms break through the snow, their branches gleaming like jade; the golden phoenix rises from the ashes, spreading its wings in rebirth.

"You don't need to belittle yourselves. Only by striving to live on will you have hope for the future."

Luo Chen put down his pen and strode into the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment venue).

The maids, who had been feeling down, suddenly became radiant, their eyes sparkling as they gazed at the poems on the two pillars.

First, I murmured to myself, trying to understand the meaning of the poem, and I was immediately moved.

So, Young Master Luo, you don't look down on us?

They realized what was happening and rushed to the courtyard to find writing materials!

The scholars and patrons who had just arrived at the Jiaosifang brothel saw a group of young maids blocking the entrance.

For a moment, I had no idea what had happened.

Could it be that the Jiaosifang (a type of educational institution) is on fire and everyone has run out?

Could it be that the Jiaosifang (a type of educational institution) is on fire and everyone has run out?

One of the scholar-clients, upon seeing a young maidservant clutching a piece of calligraphy, asked, "Why didn't your mistress escape with you?"

The young maidservant said in a soft, sweet voice, "Why run away? Young Master Luo left behind some beautiful lines; we should copy them and send them to our mistress!"

"Okay, okay, stop talking to me."

The group of scholars and patrons, who had been traveling together, were speechless. Only then did they notice the writing left on the pillar, and they were immediately stunned.

"Young Master Luo has written a fine poem!"

"Brother Wang, for some reason, I've suddenly noticed that the girls in the Jiaosifang (a type of entertainment venue) seem to have become quite pampered?"

Brother Wang: "Brother Li is right. I have the same feeling. I am certain that the price of tea at the Jiaosifang will increase in the future."

"Young Master Luo's poem clearly came from the silver in our pockets!"

……

Jiaosifang is a small courtyard.

"He'er, you are so alluring."

"Two years ago, I admired your beauty, but unfortunately you were with Mingyan and she stole your spotlight."

"Today, you finally said yes."

A seventh-rank martial artist with a naturally strong physique lay on the bed, gazing intently at the beautiful He'er in her thin clothes.

She held her slender waist with both hands, her emotions running high.

"My lord, the ladies outside are whispering amongst themselves. I'm curious what they're discussing?"

He'er's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were alluring, and she held the other person's chest to soothe his excited emotions.

"Could it be that a very important person has arrived at the Imperial Music Bureau?"

A martial artist at the Refining Spirit Realm has a sense that extends like radar beyond the courtyard, instantly taking in the outside situation into their mind.

He scoffed, "It's just a pretty boy who can write poetry. All those girls are praising how good-looking he is."