Yongdian, the pinnacle literary society!
Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars sat cross-legged, discussing poetry with the thirty-two great Confucian scholars. wWW!QUAbEn-XIAoShUo!CoM(·)
Chen Ping got up and became independent of the Confucian group.
"Today's Pinnacle Literary Conference, I invite you to come, not only to taste the articles of my thirty-two brothers, but if you have a good article, you can also share it with everyone!" Chen Ping smiled.
Chen Pingyi said that some people were suddenly ready to move. Who can't write two verses? If you can take this opportunity to show off your talents today, you will be famous for Julu City tomorrow. Of course, writing poems is risky. If you write it well, it will be recited by everyone, and if you write it poorly, your reputation will be discredited.
However, even if there is a risk, many people still look forward to it.
"The first song, let me hold a brick to attract jade!" Chen Ping suddenly smiled when he saw some people about to move.
Some attendants were holding a lot of pen and ink. Some attendants quickly moved in pieces of ten-foot-tall monuments.
Chen Ping grabbed the brush, looked at the stele, and immediately started writing on the stele.
Under the pen, white light burst out, and Haoran's righteousness immediately radiated dazzling brilliance under the pen. The brilliance was even brighter at night, and above Yongdian, it was extremely dazzling.
In the distance, Dongfang Zhengpai and Miao Miao from the Dongfang Temple also stood and watched.
"Just write Haoran righteousness, but so!" Miao Miao said with disdain.
Miao Miao disdain, but thousands of Confucian scholars in the distance applauded.
I saw a poem on the monument in a blink of an eye.
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Crazy and desolate has become a wives, independent study whistle the evening breeze; the writing is nowhere to sell, just toss in the wild vines!
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A poem is completed, and the stone stele is surrounded by abundance of righteousness, white light shining, and shining.
"good!"
Confucianists admired the shouts from a distance.
"What a shit!" Dongfang Zhengpai shouted suddenly.
"What's the matter?" Meow asked.
"This is obviously aimed at Yan Chuan, madness? Lost? Independent study? The name is under the pen? Isn't this scolding Yan Chuan?" Dongfang Zheng said angrily.
"Meow Meow, that bastard is not something!" Meow Meow immediately looked angrily into the distance.
Dongfang Zhengpai and Miao Miao were very angry outside the Dongfang Hall.
In the distance at the Yongdian Temple, it was a compliment. Many Confucianists have also seen what this poem is about, but, Zi said, repaying grievances directly and repaying virtue by virtue. If you have grudges, don't avenge the non-gentleman.
Chen Pingruo was so magnanimous that he repayed his virtue with grievances, which made the Confucian scholars puzzled. Such a counterattack demonstrates the gentleman's demeanor.
In the compliment, Chen Ping smiled slightly and said: "Teacher's disciples are the last in the bottom row, and are also the most influential in literary talent. You can comment on what you think!"
"The great Confucian is humble!" All the Confucian cultivators laughed.
"It's just to throw a brick and jade, if you have good writing, you can also keep writing. This time, I have prepared a hundred stone tablets for writing and writing, and erected it here for generations to pay tribute to the people who wrote the writing. Chen Ping said.
Chen Pingyi said that immediately countless people were ready to move. Some people kept recalling their previous poems in their hearts, and they seemed to be qualified to be on the monument!
Chen Ping squinted his eyes, glanced casually at the East Hall opposite, and sat down proudly.
The first poem is not just for the purpose of holding bricks and attracting jade, sometimes it is the theme of a literary meeting, and it is aimed at Yan Chuan.
Below, no matter what the article is, it is to increase the bargaining chip of the first poem, one by one, to make the opposite Yan Chuan feel ashamed!
Many Confucian cultivators pushed and yelled, and some of the thirty-two great Confucian scholars came out to write poems.
The same awe-inspiring aura soared up into the sky, shining immensely, shining all over the hall of Yong.
The second stone stele was erected, and it was another good article that was well-received.
"good!"
There was a lot of applause, and then there were some Confucianist poems one after another. Of course, only the kind of people who can write awe-inspiring spirits would have the courage to write them.
One stele was erected, and a series of awe-inspiring auras rushed into the night sky, straight into the nine heavens. [~]
In the Quartet, countless onlookers were amazed at this grand event.
The event gradually entered a high tide.
At this time, another great scholar raised a word to an inscription.
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Mountains and rivers and the universe are there, don't believe Jianfei's paintings are made of rocks. The four-character Xuan Ni has been silent, but regretful that she is in a good state of being foolish.
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The great Confucian writing brush, the same awe-inspiring righteousness soaring into the sky, and much more vigorous than the previous ones.
"call!"
A strong wind blew across the four directions, and in the strong wind, there was a trace of wet rain.
The strong wind blows across the entire hall of Yong Hall, and a group of Confucian scholars dances, and their robes are lightly swinging.
The cultivators in the wide field suddenly fell silent.
"The pen is shocked by the wind and rain?" Suddenly, a Confucianist exclaimed.
"The fall of the pen is shocking, it is really shocking the fall of the pen! This, this...!"
Many Confucian scholars have moved. This is a very high level of calligraphy. Some Confucian cultivators can't reach the height in a lifetime.
Is the pen frightening
"That is, the fiftieth disciple among the 72 disciples of the great sage Sima Yuntian!" Confucianism suddenly recognized it.
A group of Confucianists showed surprises.
Is the fiftieth disciple able to write down the storm
The writing was shocking, and as soon as this article was published, there was no Confucianism to write.
Only a group of great scholars are left.
All the great Confucian scholars smiled on their faces and found that today's literary meeting was really worth it. Not only did it suppress Yan Chuan, but after today, the fame of Sima Yuntian's 72 disciples will surely leap again.
"Meow, the pen is frightening, what's so great, with this little breeze, Yan Chuan's left-hand writing is a thousand times better than him!" Meow suddenly said sourly.
"Do you think Biluo Jingfengyu is Chinese cabbage!" Dongfang Zhengpai did not believe it.
"Don't believe it!" Miao Miao said with disdain.
Next, the forty-ninth disciple, the forty-eighth disciple...
Many great scholars have started writing. The next Confucianism, one by one, was full of frightening winds and rains.
Haoran's righteousness has already whitened the world around Yongdian. What is shining as day? The surroundings of Yongdian are as bright as day!
Even if you look at it from anywhere in Julu City, Yongdian is hanging in the sky like a bright moon at this moment, dazzling.
In comparison, Dongfang Palace was completely eclipsed.
At this moment, in the eyes of the Confucianists, Yan Chuan was already nothing, and in everyone's minds, he had no status at all.
Stone steles are like huge mountains, crushing the Eastern Hall to death.
Many great Confucian scholars have written one after another, and only the head of the last great Confucian is left, Wang Long.
Wang Long stood up, Chen Ping also stood up.
"Everyone! Senior Brother Forty-One is the leader of our group of Confucian scholars here. Senior Brother's articles are not only shocking." Chen Ping smiled.
"Oh?"
Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars showed excitement. At this moment, everything seemed to be pushed to the highest tide. Great Confucian Wang Long is going to make a move
"If you have a literary ghost, you can take it out and use it to judge the senior brother's article!" Chen Ping smiled.
"Wengui?" Nearly Wan Ruxiu's expression moved.
Suddenly, among the nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators, many Confucian cultivators flipped their hands, and there were more green lights in their palms.
As soon as the green light came out, it immediately flew into the sky, circling around the hall of Yong Hall. Like countless ghosts flying around.
"This is?" Meow looked at Dongfang decent.
"This is called Wengui. It is the resentful spirits baptized by Confucianism with Haoran's righteousness. After being baptized by Haoran's righteousness, these resentful spirits lost their memories of the past and were taken in by Confucianism, which can sense the quality of some articles!" Dongfang Zhengpai explained. .
"Meow, Wengui? Ruxiu still raises ghosts?" Meow was surprised. [~]
"You can't count as a ghost anymore. If you don't have a ghost, you can become a kind of demon pet!" Dongfang Zhengpai explained.
"Meow!" Meow seemed to understand.
In the distance, thousands of ghosts flew toward the stone tablet, as if they felt the attraction of the stone tablet's words, surrounding them.
And Wang Long also grabbed the brush.
He touched his beard and smiled slightly and said: "In the old days, the old man traveled around the world with his teacher, passing by a mountain temple, and I felt something in my heart. I occasionally learned the thoughts. I hope everyone can comment together!"
Wan Ru held his breath and waited.
I saw Wang Long picking up a pen and writing on the stone tablet.
On the way of writing, the ghosts that originally surrounded the square stone tablets gradually flocked to Wang Long's place.
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The depths of Baiyun called Zen Habitat, so I visited Yunguan for a question. The dense snow buried the stream and the monk did not sweep, and Shaochun entered the tree and the birds sang.
The three quiet rooms are still there, and the five years are also fast. It should not be far from Jiufeng, looking at Danti in the jade jungle.
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"call!"
"Boom!"
The wind was violent, and clouds and mists loomed around.
The fall of Wang Long's pen was shocking, and he immediately overwhelmed the Confucianism, and his righteous spirit rose to the sky. If the Yongdian was originally a round of bright moon, the current Yongdian is a round of Haori.
In Julu City, countless cultivators who hadn't come here were also awakened by the vision at this moment, all regretted again and again, and rushed towards this place one after another.
Around the Yongdian, there are more and more cultivators.
The fall of the pen is shocking.
It was not over yet, the original thousands of ghosts, suddenly gathered together to Wang Long's stone stele.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
"woo woo woo woo!"
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Amidst the sound of the wind, the cry of the ghosts came. The voice was very weak, but at this moment Wan Ru quietly stood aside, looking at the scene in surprise.
"The fall of the pen is frightening, and the poem becomes a weeping ghost!" Suddenly, Confucianism exclaimed.
"The writing is frightening, and the poem turns into weeping ghosts? Great Confucian Wang Long, true, true...!" The Confucian scholars suddenly didn't know how to describe it.
When looking at Wang Long, they all showed fanatical worship.
As soon as this article is published, tonight's article will be pushed to its peak, and countless Confucianism will be full of enthusiasm.
What a grand occasion!
"It's a big deal!"
"What I did today, no regrets!"
"The seventy-two disciples of Daxian, as expected, the writing can move the sky!"
The sound of wind and rain, the cry of ghosts, the sound of praise, and the sound of exclamation, there is a lot of noise around the Hall of Yong, and the cultivators coming from all around are all moved.
The voice soared into the sky, and it became more and more deserted at the moment in the Eastern Hall.
"Marina!"
The door of the East Hall opened suddenly. An extremely discordant voice spread to Yongdian.
"It's all about grandstanding. How can I calm down and read a book when it quarrels in front of my temple?"
This voice is rogue and powerful!
Daru Wang Long, who was originally complimented, suddenly stiffened on his face, a feeling of being disgusted.
Not only the Confucian scholar Wang Long, but also the Confucianists who complimented him all around him glared at each other.
The writing is frightening, and the poem becomes a weeping ghost. Is this grandstanding
Suddenly, one by one glared in the direction of the sound.
But the door of the Oriental Palace in the distance opened wide.
After a series of gorgeous words came out, the Confucianists almost forgot the targeted Yan Chuan, but at this time, everyone saw that Yan Chuan stepped out of the Oriental Palace.
"Is it wrong to shrink your head?" Chen Ping was slightly startled.
Jump out at this time? Let the originally surprised people show their incomprehension.
Yan Chuan stepped out, followed by Qinglong.
"Meow, Yan Chuan, those people are so hateful, they are all scolding you!" Meow ran over.
"The writing is frightening, and the poem becomes a weeping ghost, Yan Chuan, this is a stubborn stubbornness, why are you coming out at this time?" Dongfang Zhengpai asked in a puzzled way.
"Is Wengui also considered a ghost?" Yan Chuan showed a slight disdain.
"Huh?" Dongfang was puzzled.
"People have kicked the door, let's go, let's go over!" Yan Chuan said lightly.
"In the past? Now?" Dongfang Zhengpai asked in surprise.
You know, the 32 great Confucian scholars of the other side are already expected by the public. Going now, isn't it humiliating for themselves
Yan Chuan stepped out carrying Miao Miao, Qinglong followed closely, holding a huge plaque in his hand.
"Um?"
"Yan Chuan?"
"Dare he come?"
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The cultivators in the Quartet all showed surprise, and nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars also showed incomprehension, with a trace of pity in their eyes.
Although Chen Ping was mocking in his eyes, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little uneasy. disturbed
The two floating islands were not far apart, and in a blink of an eye, Yan Chuan came close.
"Yan Chuan?" Wang Long frowned.
"What are you doing?" a big scholar frowned.
"Qinglong, show him the invitation, who issued it?" Yan Chuan said lightly.
"Yes!"
Qinglong took out the invitation card. As soon as the invitation card came out, everyone immediately recognized the words on it. Wang Long's words.
The group of scholars stared at Yan Chuan. Although Yan Chuan came late, it still became the focus here. Who made Chen Ping's poems aimed at Yan Chuan in the first place
"woo woo woo woo!"
In the distance, the ghosts still cried to Wang Long's poem.
"The fall of the pen frightens the wind and rain, and the poem becomes a weeping ghost?" Yan Chuan showed a slight disdain.
"I don't know what to advise?" Wang Long still maintained his image among the Confucian scholars.
"Yes, if you have the ability, you can write too!" Chen Ping exclaimed.
Yan Chuan glanced at Chen Ping. Waved slightly.
Qinglong immediately took out a brush.
Nearly Wan Wengui surrounded Wang Long's poems and cried, Yan Chuan picked up a pen, and landed on a huge stone monument directly opposite.
Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars and nearly one hundred thousand onlookers were surprised.
"This Yan Chuan is really looking for death!"
"Yes, does he dare to fight against Wang Long's great scholars?"
"Even Haoran is not righteous, so why are you fighting?"
"I can't help myself!"
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There were waves of sarcasm and disdain from all around.
But at this moment, Wang Long suddenly had a bad premonition, his expression was still, but his eyes were extremely sharp.
"Meow, Meow!" Meow Meow stretched her teeth and danced her claws to face a group of people who scolded Yan Chuan.
Qinglong was slightly worried, that the Dongfang decent had no face and no skin, and it didn't matter.
I saw Yan Chuan write.
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Thinking of breaking the red road all his life, the sword is hidden in Lu Xuan. Wan Zhan claimed not to mention the blade, and was born with eyes contemptuous of the heroes.
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"Moan!"
Yan Chuan's brushstrokes, a powerful murderous aura suddenly flooded the entire vast field.
The original wind and rain was suddenly stopped by the murderous intent that Yan Chuan wrote on the stone tablet.
As soon as the murderous spirit came out, the people who mocked all felt chills in their hearts.
"boom!"
In Yan Chuan's poems, countless clouds and mist rushed out. In the clouds and mist, it seemed that there was a figure standing a hundred meters tall, a burly soldier, holding a long blade in his hand, carrying a knife, and squinting his eyes to the front.
Under the knife, people feel a pain of scraping bones.
On the opposite side, ten thousand ghosts crying? At this moment, the voice of Wangui stopped abruptly. After Yan Chuan's poems rushed out of the sword, each one shivered and was inexplicably frightened.
There is no countless awe-inspiring righteousness, some, just amidst the clouds and mist, a peerless general who lifted a knife to kill, squinted his eyes slightly, and scorned the heroes.
A burst of endless domineering gushing out.
For a time, on the vast field, countless Confucian cultivators did not breathe, and the thirty-two great Confucian scholars were completely scarce.
Wan Zhan claims not to mention the blade? Born to scorn the heroes
A poem comes out, soaring to the sky, majestic momentum, all ghosts stop crying! Suddenly rest! Even the majestic aura, in front of the general looming in the white mist, has become eclipsed.
"The pen is down?" someone exclaimed.
That is a higher level.
A level that nearly a thousand Confucian scholars dare not even think about, has it appeared today
The Confucian cultivators who had mocked Yan Chuan, now look at Yan Chuan again, with endless fanaticism in their eyes!
Domineering, word domineering, poetry domineering! This is Yan Chuan
Dongfang Zhengpai immediately looked at Yan Chuan with excitement, then turned to look at the thirty-two great scholars on the opposite side with no blood on their faces, revealing a trace of disdain: "What are you writing? So happy?"
"You!" Chen Ping flushed with anger.
But before Yan Chuan had a poem, everyone could see it clearly.
The fall of the pen is shocking, and the fall of the pen shows the atmosphere, it is simply a world of difference. Even fools can see it.
The poem that was praised by thousands of Confucian scholars before, in front of this poem by Yan Chuan, is shit!
The thirty-two great scholars suddenly showed shame and anger.
After Yan Chuan finished writing, he threw away his pen.
The arrogance at the moment, in the eyes of nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars, that is a matter of course, that is unrestrained! This is the real Confucianism and Taoism.
Yan Chuan turned to look at the thirty-two Confucian scholars.
The Confucian cultivators of the Quartet, even though they are constantly moving, they still dare not take a breath, looking at Yan Chuan and the thirty-two great Confucians in the center.
"Ashamed, don't come in front of me, it's uncomfortable to see and noisy to hear!" Yan Chuan said lightly.
Uncomfortable to see? Noisy listening
It seems that the sky thunder is exploding in the ears of thirty-two scholars!
"Yan Chuan, what are you talking about? Who do you say is embarrassing!" Chen Ping's face flushed immediately.
Yan Chuan glanced at Chen Ping and looked up and down. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes seemed to say "Hey, isn't this shameful?"
When Chen Ping saw Yan Chuan's eyes, his chest was even more depressed at this moment.
"Puff!" An angry blood came out.
"The plaque has already been given to you, don't send it back again, take it back, and keep it in good health!" Yan Chuan said lightly.
With that, the word'invitation' after a touch of the plaque. Highlight the positive four characters of "Gu Ming Diaoyu".
Get your fame!
Qinglong solemnly delivered to Wang Long.
"Everyone, this is my son's calligraphy, a good collection!" Qinglong said lightly.
"puff!"
Another great scholar was vomiting blood by Yan Chuan's plaque.
"Let's go!" Yan Chuan turned around.
Step by step to fly to the East Hall.
The surrounding area was still quiet, and nearly 10,000 Confucianists and nearly 100,000 cultivators gave way. His eyes were full of wonder.
And the thirty-two great scholars, holding a huge plaque at this moment, wrote the four characters "Pursuing Fame and Fishing for Fame", and once again were blinded by the four characters above.
ps: Two thousand more words, so it's a bit late! (To be continued)