A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 384: A Single Chapter Overwhelms All Other Works

Duan Rong stood in the shadow of the corridor. For some reason, the words "sexual bribery" flashed through his mind.

In the remote room at the other end of the corridor, it was obvious that there was a magistrate of a county under Ruyang Prefecture.

Shen Yanliu treated him so well in the secret inner courtyard of Shen Garden. Duan Rong would never believe that there was no other dirty deal between the two of them.

Shen Yanliu is the censor of Ruyang Prefecture, in charge of criminal law in the prefecture. As long as you are cruel enough, criminal law is always the fattest piece of fat meat.

Duan Rong looked at the huge Shen Garden in the dark night and couldn't help but sigh. Shen Yanliu had only been the Censor for three years, but he had built such a large manor on the outskirts of the city.

In this garden, I wonder how many officials he has dragged into the water...

Duan Rong was just thinking about this when Guan Kui, holding a lantern, walked a few steps ahead of him and turned back to say, "Sir, this way."

Duan Rong came to his senses and followed Guan Kui, continuing along the corridor. After walking another half a meter, Guan Kui stopped in front of a room with bright yellow lights.

Guan Kui knocked on the door three times, then called out softly, "Master Duan is here!"

Then, there was the sound of rustling footsteps in the room, and then the door suddenly opened, and Tang Wanhong, dressed in gorgeous clothes, was already standing there.

After not seeing each other for three years, Tang Wanhong seemed to have gained some weight, and his face was rosy. When he saw Duan Rong, he immediately laughed and bowed deeply, saying, "Tang greets the Imperial Envoy!"

Duan Rong saw Tang Wanhong bowing, so he pulled Tang Wanhong's hand and said, "Mr. Tang, you are being so formal. We haven't seen each other for three years, and you don't recognize me as your friend!"

Tang Wanhong said nervously, "Sir, it's not that I'm being polite, but etiquette cannot be abandoned..."

Duan Rong said with a smile: "Etiquette cannot be abolished, are you still blocking me at the door and letting me drink the wind?"

"How dare I? Please come in, sir!" Tang Wanhong stepped aside and Duan Rong stepped into the door.

Guan Kui then closed the door, picked up the lantern, and walked towards the other end along the dark corridor.

He was also in charge of arranging the reception for the two county magistrates. These guys had more and more weird and tricky requests, and he had to find ways to satisfy them. In fact, he couldn't leave at all. If it weren't for Duan Rong, he was an old acquaintance, and Tang Wanhong would never have arranged for him to go.

But fortunately it’s not far, just a trip, and it won’t take much time. I just hope those guys don’t go too fast.

Duan Rong walked in and saw that the shelves were filled with porcelain, lacquer and bronze wares, the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings, and the large painting jar in the corner of the wall was also filled with scrolls of calligraphy and paintings.

Duan Rong sat down on a chair in front of the desk, looked around, looked at Tang Wanhong, and said with a smile: "Mr. Tang, you have opened Gu Yue Zhai in Shen Garden!"

Tang Wanhong smiled slightly and said, "I am not satisfied with Lord Duan. I am now working for Lord Shen. I have stopped working at Guyuezhai a long time ago."

Duan Rong looked at Tang Wanhong with a smile, his expression unchanged.

He already knew this, but he didn't expose it. Tang Wanhong pointed it out right away. However, there was nothing to hide about this matter. Shen Garden was Shen Yanliu's place. Since he was in Shen Garden, he was naturally Shen Yanliu's man.

Tang Wanhong held a purple clay teapot and poured a small cup of tea for Duan Rong and herself.

"Top quality Pu'er, please try it, sir."

Duan Rong raised his hand and drank a cup. It was indeed delicious. He praised softly, "Not bad."

Tang Wanhong also drank a cup of tea with him. While holding the purple clay teapot to add more tea to Duan Rong, he smiled and said, "Sir, three years ago, you and I met in Xiangu County because of paintings. It was really a pleasure to think about it. The antiques in this room were all collected in recent years, and there are many fine products among them. It was also a coincidence for you, sir, that just two days ago, Tang suddenly got a masterpiece!"

"Exquisite?!"

"Yes. This painting is the best of all. It is a genuine masterpiece." Tang Wanhong kept it a secret and asked, "Are you interested in seeing it?"

Duan Rong laughed and said, "Now that you've said that, if you don't show me today, I'm going to flip the table!"

Tang Wanhong laughed and took out a long wooden box from the depths of a wooden shelf.

Tang Wanhong placed the wooden box on the table, gently opened it, and took out a yellowed, old scroll.

He carefully spread out the painting on the mahogany table, looked at Duan Rong with a smile, and said, "Please look, sir! This is Ni Yunlin's "Autumn Clearing"!"

Duan Rong stood up and looked intently.

Tang Wanhong stroked his goatee and said calmly, "In the foreground of this painting, there are hills and mountains, with five or six trees standing like scholars and gentlemen, noble and clear. In the middle, the lake is calm and the sky is clear and clean. In the distance, there are several layers of low slopes, undulating in an orderly manner, with light ink and light mist. There is no trace of human beings, no sound of birds singing. The tranquility is in harmony with the Tao, and the silence is like a dry Zen, and the artistic conception is desolate, simple and distant."

Duan Rong looked at the old and ancient brush and ink. Although he did not understand painting, he could feel a vague and lofty artistic conception coming towards him.

However, at this moment, Duan Rong's hand had already gently rested on the edge of the scroll, and he thought to himself, "Read the spirit of the instrument!"

Then a set of data appeared in front of his eyes.

Object: Fishing Village in Autumn
Spirit Level: Level 12
Devouring requirements: Host's mental strength level 12 (satisfied)

Devouring effect: Eleventh level of wonderful brushwork, eleventh level of force penetrating through paper, and second level of communication between heaven and man.

Duan Rong looked at the data in front of him and couldn't help but click his tongue.

The spirit level of a painting has actually reached the twelfth level, which is the realm of cyclone realm martial arts!
He had mastered the eleventh level of the Taizang Sutra, but at this moment he was only just able to devour the spirit of this painting.

Based on this point alone, Duan Rong dared to conclude that what Tang Wanhong said just now, that this painting is the best among all other works, was absolutely not an exaggeration.

Tang Wanhong first saw Duan Rong looking at the painting with a calm expression and a little surprised. The artistic conception of this painting can be said to be in harmony with the spirit of heaven and earth. Anyone with a keen eye will surely be impressed, but Duan Rong's expression seemed too calm.

But at this moment, Duan Rong's eyelids twitched, and his expression obviously changed when he looked at the painting.

Tang Wanhong smiled slightly. He remembered that Duan Rong was an expert and must have made a technical appraisal at first. Only now did he begin to truly appreciate the artistic conception of the painting.

Tang Wanhong smiled but said nothing. Such a masterpiece would make one unable to take his eyes off it once he got his eyes on it. When he first got this painting, he looked at it intermittently for a long time in the room before he reluctantly put it away.

Thinking of this, Tang Wanhong sat aside to drink tea and did not disturb Duan Rong.

Although this painting has extraordinary artistic conception, Duan Rong would not look at it so intently. What's more, he is not really interested in calligraphy and painting.

The reason why Duan Rong pretended to concentrate on looking at the painting was that he was actually hiding the fact that his mind had already been cast into the inner garden outside the room.

Duan Rong was in the corridor, and after releasing his spiritual sense, he never took it back.

He was not greedy for the beautiful spring scenery on the other side of the corridor, he just wanted to see what other tricks were going on in Shen Yanliu's inner garden.

But just now, a masked black figure in night clothes suddenly jumped in from outside the tall courtyard wall, and like a ghost, lightly landed in the dark shadow of a tree.

The black-clothed man had extraordinary body movements, and Duan Rong immediately used his spiritual sense to penetrate his dantian.

It turned out to be the first level of the True Qi Realm.

Another master!
In the secular world, those who are at the Qi realm are already the top existences.

The man in black hid in the dark shadows of the trees. After looking around, he suddenly jumped into the corridor.

He was in the corridor, standing sideways in front of a paper window. Suddenly, he took a hairpin in his hand, poked a hole in the window paper, and looked inside intently.

That room was the one filled with beautiful spring scenery and the sound of chirping babies.

At this time, Tang Wanhong had already stood up, looked at Duan Rong with a smile, and said, "What do you think of this painting, sir?" Duan Rong's consciousness was still locked on the black-clothed man from the outer gate, and he just echoed, "A peerless masterpiece, a peerless masterpiece!"

Duan Rong's absent-minded and distracted look made Tang Wanhong feel that he was shocked by the lofty and profound artistic conception of "Autumn Clearing".

Tang Wanhong laughed twice and said, "This painting is hard to come by. Your Excellency likes it so much and has a special affinity with it. As the saying goes, a horse is a gift to a hero. Only in the hands of an expert like your Excellency can such a masterpiece be honored."

"Ah!" Duan Rong was slightly stunned after hearing what Tang Wanhong said.

Because he was under the cover of spiritual consciousness, he saw the man in black lingering outside the beautiful room for a moment, then he shuttled through the dark corridor, and seemed to be coming towards his room.

In the entire inner garden, only a faint voice came from that end, and only the room where Duan Rong was was lit with a bright yellow light. Naturally, it attracted the man's attention.

Seeing that Duan Rong had no objection, Tang Wanhong assumed that he had agreed, so she rolled up the painting on the table, put it back into the wooden box, and handed the box to Duan Rong.

At this moment, the black shadow had already poked a small hole in the window paper.

Duan Rong's thoughts were churning.

This person was obviously not Tang Wanhong's man. Tang Wanhong was sitting next to him. Why would he take off his pants to fart and then find someone to monitor him outside?

So why did this person come?
In the corridor outside the room, the man in black was about to look into the room, when suddenly, in the darkness, a figure jumped out from behind the bushes outside the corridor.

A long knife, with a flash of cold light, stabbed towards the vest of the person who was peeping from outside the door.

The cold light in the dark night, as fast as lightning!
The man in black also had sharp senses. He immediately realized the danger behind him, drew his sword, and rushed towards the cold light that was stabbing at him.

In an instant, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard outside the door.

"Who is it?!" Tang Wanhong was handing the wooden box to Duan Rong when she suddenly heard the sound of weapons.

In a hurry, Tang Wanhong held the wooden box, pushed the door open, stood outside the corridor at the door, and looked towards the place where the sound of weapons clashing came from.

Duan Rong also stood beside him.

At this time, in the dark inner garden, two figures were fighting back and forth, the cold light of swords and knives flickered like water waves in the night.

The man fighting with the man in black was the man in the corridor, wearing a felt hat, who was called a drunkard by Guan Kui. It seemed that although he was always drinking, he was a wise man.

However, the man in black was discovered by him as soon as he reached the door.

Duan Rong watched the two men fighting in the garden, but after only two rounds, he was terrified.

Orchid and chaotic sword?
Is it Shen Mizhi? !
Before this, Duan Rong did not use his spiritual sense to penetrate the black cloth on the black-clothed man's face, because this was Ruyang Prefecture and he felt that he would definitely not recognize that person.

He really didn't expect that the person coming would be Shen Mizhi.

At this time, the two were fighting in the garden, and it was hard to tell who was better. The crisp sound of weapons rang out in the cold night, and it had already alarmed the guards hiding around.

People jumped out from the shadows of many trees.

On both sides of the corridor, people were holding lanterns and heading into the garden.

Shen Mizhi's eyes were filled with panic! But the man in front of her had difficult martial arts skills and strange movements, so she couldn't get rid of him for a while.

At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly frowned.

Then, the man in the felt hat in the garden suddenly saw that when he and Shen Mizhi's swords clashed, a strange firefly flashed. The firefly, like a firefly, flickered in the dark night.

At this time of year, there are quite a few fireflies in the grass!

The man didn't care much, but the next moment, the firefly suddenly flashed and jumped into his forehead.

Then, the scene before his eyes became hazy.

Shen Mizhi saw that person's body suddenly stagnated, and then he suddenly stopped moving.

She was slightly surprised, but seeing figures swaying around and approaching her, she did not dare to delay. Her figure flashed and disappeared into the night as fast as a ghost.

Duan Rong breathed a sigh of relief after Shen Mizhi safely retreated.

This girl is really reckless! She even wants to pry into her father's secrets.

The moment Shen Mizhi retreated, Duan Rong's mind moved, and the soul illusion of the man wearing the felt hat instantly dissipated.

He was just trapped for a moment!

The man's face was filled with horror. The moment he woke up from the illusion, he saw Shen Mizhi jumping out from the high wall in the distance.

He looked towards the place where Shen Mizhi disappeared with fear. If the other party had not withdrawn but stabbed him with a sword at that moment, he would probably have died.

"What kind of witchcraft is that?!"

Just now, he felt as if he had entered a different dimension.

The Taizang Sutra and the Soul Technique were extremely confidential even within the Taiyi Sect, and very few people knew about them. Moreover, this person was a warrior from the secular world.

He had never known what the soul technique was. It was precisely because he didn't know that he was even more terrified!

While he was in shock, a group of guards and people holding lanterns surrounded him.

Master Guan Kui was standing among the crowd, holding a lantern.

Guan Kui looked at the man in the felt hat and asked, "Xiong Yi, what happened?"

Shen Mizhi's figure was like a ghost. Before they arrived, Shen Mizhi had already retreated from the garden. Many of them only heard the sound of weapons clashing but did not see Shen Mizhi's figure.

On the corridor, Tang Wanhong looked at Duan Rong and said, "Sir, I may have some urgent matters to deal with. Please forgive me for my negligence."

Tang Wanhong said, looking at the long wooden box in his hand, and handed it to Duan Rong again, lowering his voice and saying, "This painting was given to you by Lord Shen. It is a token of his love, and I hope you will not refuse it."

Duan Rong looked at the garden, where the lanterns were swaying and there was a mess. He took the wooden box and said, "Thank Lord Shen for me!"

After Duan Rong finished speaking, he took the wooden box and turned away in the night.

Tang Wanhong glanced at Duan Rongni's back, put down her fists, and walked quickly towards the place where the lanterns were swaying in the garden.

As soon as he walked over there with a gloomy face, he saw Xiong Yi's face under the light of the lantern. There was still a trace of terror in Xiong Yi's eyes...

"Xiong Yi is already a powerful Qi realm expert. The person who could make Xiong Yi so scared must be..." Tang Wanhong's eyes fixed, and he was immediately filled with thoughts.

Shen Garden was secluded and quiet, and at the beginning, it was only in the dark. But three years later, countless officials from all walks of life had been entertained in this garden.

In fact, he had already been worried in his heart. One day, someone would target Shen Garden.

(End of this chapter)