Julu City, Oriental Palace!
Dongfang Decent hurried to the main hall, Dongfang Hall. WWw!qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo!cOM(·)
The door of the main hall was open, and Yan Chuan could be seen inside. He was quickly turning the pages of the book, page after page, shaped like flowing water, and the speed of reading the book was too fast.
Meow lay on the table lazily, falling asleep.
In the main hall, rows of bookshelves are densely packed.
"All the information about the Tigers from 20,000 to 21,000 years!" Yan Chuan exclaimed while looking at the scroll in his hand.
"Yes!"
Qinglong circled the bookshelf, quickly rummaged, found one by one, and quickly and neatly threw it onto Yan Chuan's desk.
Yan Chuan kept reading.
"Yan Chuan, it's not good, they are calling!" Dongfang Zhengpai shouted as he rushed into the hall.
"Meow? Who is calling?" Meow suddenly woke up.
"That Chen Ping, went back to find a group of senior Confucianists, the last thirty-two of the 72 Confucian scholars, all were dispatched!" Dongfang Zhengpai said.
"Oh?" Yan Chuan paused slightly.
"Did they kill?" Meow immediately stood up.
"Kill? No, but it's almost the same! Thirty-two great Confucian scholars are now clearly aimed at you!" Dongfang Zhengpai said.
"What's the meaning?"
"Didn't you offend Chen Ping miserably that day? It threatened Sima Yuntian's reputation. His thirty-two great Confucian disciples will convene a literary meeting called the Peak Literary Association!" Dongfang Zhengpai said.
"Peak literary meeting?" Meow looked curiously at Dongfang decent.
"Location, Yongdian!" Dongfang Decent said.
"Yongdian?" Yan Chuan asked puzzledly.
"Yongdian, right next to my Dongfang Hall, look, it's the floating island!" Dongfang Zhengpai pointed to a floating island not far away.
Although it is not as big as the floating island of the Oriental Palace, it is closely adjacent.
"Meow, I really came here, that place is so close, standing on the edge of the floating island, I can hear the voice from the opposite side!" Meow said.
"No, and this time it is open to all Confucianists in Julu City, as long as you want, you can come close to pay respects!" Dongfang Zhengpai said.
"So what? I haven't been free recently! I'm busy!" Yan Chuan frowned.
There are too many materials in hand, and I can't find the information I want for a while.
"They have all hit the door, what are you not doing?" Dongfang Zhengpai asked in surprise.
"No time!" Yan Chuan shook his head.
With that, Yan Chuan continued to sit down and flip through the information.
The Dongfang decent opened his mouth, not knowing what Yan Chuan was looking for.
"Meow, let me go and see with you!" Meow is very curious.
"Okay!" Dongfang nodded silently.
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Pinnacle Literary Club!
These four characters seemed to be a violent wind blowing across the entire Juler City.
Countless Confucianists were invited and opened to the outside world
Great Confucian Wang Long, Great Confucian Chen Ping, Great Confucian...!
A series of names of great Confucian scholars made countless Confucian cultivators show their admiration.
"Yongdian? A literary society initiated by the Thirty-Two Great Confucians?"
"Isn't Yongdian relying on Dongfangdian? Doesn't Yan Chuan live there?"
"Is it a literary meeting aimed at Yan Chuan?"
"I heard that Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian were fighting for the conquest of the gods! Could it be that the two-party battle started?"
"Thirty-two great scholars! This article will definitely be wonderful!"
"The Pinnacle Literary Club? Go and see it!"
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In addition to the invited Confucianists, countless Confucianists went to the Yongdian from various places, and even many people who were not cultivators of the school also went to the Yongdian with curiosity.
For a time, countless cultivators gathered around Yongdian.
The pomp of the great Confucianism is still great, and the thirty-two great Confucianism is even more so. This is not just a grand event, perhaps it is the battle between Sima Yuntian and Yan Chuan.
Inside the Meng Rongrong Hall.
"Thirty-two Confucian scholars? Literary society? Is that to fight poetry?" Meng Rongrong frowned.
"Yeah, Miss, the poems of the great scholars are hard to find, this time it is the 32 great scholars, and the grand occasion is unprecedented!" Changqing said.
"Yes, eldest lady, thirty-two Confucian scholars, following the great sage Sima Yuntian, he must have accumulated countless good poems. This time I will feast my eyes!"
"Miss, we are going to see it too, how about you?"
Meng Rongrong frowned and said, "Me? I'm not interested. Go ahead!"
"Okay!" Changqing and the others came out of the hall excitedly.
In the hall, Meng Rongrong's eyes showed a trace of disdain: "Thirty-two great scholars? Wen Dou Yan Chuan? Huh, a group of shameless people!"
After speaking, Meng Rongrong frowned: "What do I care about his life and death?"
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Julu Palace!
"The Pinnacle Wenhui?" The principal, Mencius, showed a hint of amusement. [~]
"In order to keep Sima Yuntian's image unchanged, they really did it. What a pity!" Le Yi showed a hint of amusement.
The two shook their heads while drinking.
Next to him, the disciple Lao Yan who came to report was curious: "Teacher, what a pity?"
"It's too artificial, even if you insult Yan Chuan, it may not be able to save the shame that day. If unfortunately, you lose, hehe, I don't know how they will end up!" Le Yi laughed.
"Lose? Is it possible? These thirty-two great scholars, I heard that with the great sage Sima Yuntian, they wrote countless poems all over the world! How can Yan Chuan win?" Lao Yan asked curiously.
"Yan Tao back then, who thought he would win the first prize?" Le Yi asked.
"Uh!" Lao Yan said no more immediately!
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Three days later, in the evening.
On the Yongdian Square, a large number of Confucian scholars gathered, nearly ten thousand. There are a large number of non-Confucian onlookers around.
Wanru gathered and held a peak literary meeting.
Countless Confucian cultivators showed excitement, and at the same time, all Confucian cultivators looked at the deserted Dongfang Temple not far away, showing pity one by one.
Perhaps in the eyes of the Confucianists, this literary meeting will incidentally humiliate Yan Chuan. But just by the way, because a ru stinking kid is not worthy to talk about texts at all.
The gate of Yongdian was not opened.
But several Confucianists had respectfully carried a plaque and sent it to the direction of the Dongfang Hall.
"Selling fame and fishing fame? That plaque with fame and fishing fame?" A Confucianist suddenly recognized it.
"No, there is a word on the reverse, invitation?"
"This is?"
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All the Confucian scholars immediately talked about it. But the plaque was quickly sent to the Oriental Palace Square.
"What are you doing?" Dongfang Zheng said in a deep voice.
"This is the great Confucian Chen Ping, let me wait for the invitation sent to Young Master Yan Chuan!" said Confucian respectfully.
"Asshole, is this an invitation?" Dongfang Zhengpai said solemnly.
The few Confucianists gave a respectful bow, dropped the plaque and turned around and left!
"Stop!" Dongfang decent shouted.
But a few Confucianists did not stop at all.
"Invitation to your sister!" Miao Miao said angrily.
"Fame for fame? This is a face slap!" Dongfang decent frowned.
"Let's go and meet Yan Chuan!" Dongfang decent turned around and said to Meow.
"Meow!"
Meow nodded immediately, and one person and one cat quickly walked towards the Oriental Hall.
Open the hall and step into it.
"boom!"
The door of the main hall slammed shut. Leave the pointing points of the people in the opposite Yongdian Hall.
In the Oriental Hall, Yan Chuan continued to look through the information.
"Bai Ditian? I finally found it!" Yan Chuan suddenly beamed with joy.
"Qinglong, continue to look for materials from this era, hurry up!" Yan Chuan said.
"Yes!"
Yan Chuan kept flipping through the pieces of information about Baiditian he had just found. Meow and Dongfang Zhengpai have entered the hall with the plaque.
"Meow, Yan Chuan!" Meow suddenly jumped in front of Yan Chuan.
"What's the matter?" Yan Chuan asked in confusion.
"Look!" Meow said angrily.
Dongfang Zhengpai showed the plaque to Yan Chuan.
"Haha, did Chen Ping send it again?" Yan Chuan showed a hint of amusement.
"More than just sending it, the pinnacle essay will begin immediately, but they sent it in front of nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars, this is just slap you in the face, won't you go?" Dongfang Zhengpai said.
"Face? Are these mediocre talents worthy?" Yan Chuan showed a trace of disdain.
"Mediocre? Are you ready to pass?" Dongfang decent face beamed with joy.
"There is no time for the time being, let them make a fuss first!" Yan Chuan shook his head.
"Ah, but, if you don't go, don't you acknowledge this plaque?" Dongfang Zhengpai said anxiously.
Yan Chuan smiled slightly, did not say anything, and continued to look at the news about Baiditian in history.
In the Yongdian.
Chen Ping said with great joy on his face: "Hahaha, Yan Chuan is a turtle, he dare not come out, too, it will only be even more embarrassing if he comes!"
The great scholars all smiled, and everyone looked at Wang Long together.
"Senior brother thought well, even if Yan Chuan didn't dare to come over, he would still be able to show his image to the full!" The big Confucian scholars laughed.
"Yan Chuan? Just jumping the beam clown!" Chen Ping said with disdain.
The headed Wang Long touched his beard and smiled slightly: "It's almost the hour, let's hold the peak essay meeting on time!"
"Yeah!" The great scholars nodded one after another.
"Marina!"
The gate of Yongdian Palace slowly opened. Thirty-two great scholars slowly stepped out of the hall.
"Look, the great scholars are out!"
"That's the Great Confucian Wang Long, that's the Great Confucian Chen Ping, that's...!"
"The Pinnacle Literary Meeting has finally begun!"
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Thirty-two great Confucianists have become the focus of nearly ten thousand Confucianism.
It got dark, but there were a lot of night pearls illuminating the surroundings. The entire Yongdian has become magnificent.
On the square before Yongdian. There is a high platform for thirty-two Confucian scholars to set foot on the high platform.
"I have seen Wang Long Daru!"
"I have seen Great Scholar Chen Ping!"
"I have seen...!"
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For a time, all Confucian cultivators met with courtesy one after another.
Wang Long stretched out his hand and pressed it slightly. Nearly ten thousand Ruxiu suddenly stopped talking. In a blink of an eye, there was quietness around the Yongdian, and the grand event began!
"Thank you all for coming to participate in the age-old pinnacle literary meeting, and walking around the world with the teacher for hundreds of years. I have created some poems for you to appreciate. I hope you don't dislike it!" Wang Long said politely.
"Wang Long Daru is polite!"
"Yes, I am not honored to be able to join this event!"
"You're welcome!"
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There was a sound of compliment from all around.
"Since this is the case, all of you sit on the floor, and I'll talk about it after sitting down! Encourage each other!" Wang Long smiled.
"Okay!" Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars responded one after another.
A crowd of Confucianists sat down one after another.
Thirty-two great scholars, wearing a long robe, also sat down under the leadership of Wang Long.
Around the Yongdian Temple, there was a quiet area, and no one dared to make a loud noise. The pinnacle literary meeting is officially opened!