Thirty-two Confucian scholars, holding a huge plaque at the moment, wrote the four characters "Pursuing Fame and Fishing for Fame", and again how many pairs of eyes were blinded by the above four characters. wWw,QUanbEn-xIAoShUo,CoM(·)
Coming in awe, with a certainty of victory, I am ready to teach this ruin who dares to provoke the teacher, and at the same time promote the image of 72 Confucian scholars.
Seeing that it will succeed, it will be famous for Julu City, and even after tonight, the writing will be frightened and the poem will become a weeping ghost, and it will become an eternal story!
Just when everyone got to the peak.
The bastard Yan Chuan appeared, and his strokes showed the atmosphere, and in a blink of an eye he collapsed under the feet of everyone. The higher he was pushed, the worse he fell! An abyss!
A peerless fierce general, the sword stops the crying of thousands of ghosts, and the light of the pressure is awe-inspiring!
As soon as the poem comes out, the great Confucian scholars will understand that there will be no more poems tonight.
There is no poem tonight!
Who can make poetry? If you can't climb it, it will only be spurned!
Thirty-two Confucian scholars, with blood dripping in their hearts, Yan Chuan's face slap was more serious than the last time Chen Ping experienced the thunder strike.
After all, it was not Chen Ping's domain last time, but this time, it was the domain of the thirty-two great Confucian scholars, and it was still carefully prepared. In the domain that I prepared, I was severely slapped in the face
Looking at the peerless fierce general in the white mist, in the eyes of the thirty-two great scholars, it was not a knife, but a slap on his face.
Wan Lai is dead! It is also the tragedy of the thirty-two great Confucian scholars!
Since then, in front of Yan Chuan, there is no day to look up.
"Puff!" "Puff!"...
Several great scholars were repressed by this huge amount of pressure, vomiting blood and discouraged!
Watching a group of people leave, after tonight, Julu City, the name of Yanchuan, will surely make another glorious!
Chen Ping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yan Chuan with hatred, and then looked at the huge monument written by Yan Chuan.
There is no thought of appreciation, some just infinite disgust. Looking at the huge monument, Chen Ping wished he could smash it into pieces.
With a fist in his hand, his eyes were bloodshot, he was about to smash the monument.
"Snapped!"
On the side, Wang Long, with anxious eyes and quick hands, quickly grabbed Chen Ping's hand.
"Brother?" Chen Ping asked puzzledly. (·)
"If you break this monument, the teacher will be completely implicated by you too!" Wang Long shook his head and sighed.
"Um?"
"If we lose, we will lose if we lose. We are only the last thirty-two disciples. We must be defeated. We cannot lose our virtue. We are defeated. We have the brothers in front of us to seek justice for us. We are defeated. Naturally, there are undefeated teachers. I underestimated Yan Chuan!" Wang Long sighed deeply.
"It's none of the brother's business, before, none of us thought that Yan Chuan would be so powerful!" Other great scholars said one after another.
"Go back!" Wang Long sighed slightly with sullenness.
Looking at the plaque of'Pursuing Fame and Fishing for Fame' in his hand, a big scholar was angry in his eyes, as if he wanted to destroy it.
Wang Long took it and shook his head!
Holding'Fame and Fishing'. Thirty-two great Confucian scholars stepped up on the wind and flew away from this place of right and wrong in the surprised eyes of Wan Confucianism.
"Huh! Yan Chuan, amazing!"
"Yeah, this time the peak literary meeting is really wonderful!"
"The great sage Sima Yuntian finally met his opponent!"
"Although Yan Chuan is strong, he may not be better than the great sages. Moreover, these thirty-two great Confucian scholars are only the weaker group of the 72 great Confucian scholars!"
"Anyway, I am optimistic about Yan Chuan!"
"Impossible, Sima Yuntian is even more powerful!"
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For a time, the Confucianists gradually clamored, and Yan Chuan, who was not optimistic in the past, was taken seriously by many people. He even sat on an equal footing with Sima Yuntian.
This time, Yan Chuan defeated 32 Confucian scholars at the pinnacle of literary society!
It is conceivable that the two parties will fight back and forth in the future!
"Everything has just begun!" I don't know which Confucianist said.
After this sentence, almost everyone showed a feeling of passion. Yeah, this is wonderful!
An overbearing poem, Yan Chuan's reputation, once again moved the city.
In the city, countless cultivators raised their heads and looked towards the East Hall. There, a new star is rising!
Go to Meng Rongrong's mansion. (·)
"What? How could it be?" Meng Rongrong asked in surprise.
Several Confucianists who came back from the summit essays nodded and said, "It's true!"
"Miss, you didn't see. At that time, Yan Chuan wrote a text, but bi vomited more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood. Those big scholars are already powerful, but where is Yan Chuan's opponent? Weeping ghosts! No matter what! No matter how!"
"Since Shenglong, He Shengchuan!"
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A group of Confucianists were talking in a rush.
Meng Rongrong's eyes were complicated for a while, she didn't know why, but she was secretly relieved.
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Julu Palace.
Above the square, here, you can overlook Julu City.
The owner of the courtyard, Mencius, and the courtyard of the left courtyard are Zheng Leyi.
"The pen is down? This Yan Chuan is amazing!" Le Yi frowned.
"Back then, Yan Tao, his old son, upset the Julu City. After a hundred years, this son can't worry too much!" Mencius said with a smile.
"It's not just worrying, and seeing this, there is a potential for transcendence!" Le Yi sighed.
"Sima Yuntian, I don't know how to respond this time!" Mencius smiled bitterly.
"He? If he were back then, he would definitely fight back, but for hundreds of years after going out, I couldn't see through it!" Le Yi shook his head.
"Wait then!" Mencius Qiu said lightly.
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Inside the Oriental Palace!
"Meow, Yan Chuan, you were really amazing just now! You laughed so hard at me, that person was so happy that you vomited blood!" Meow exclaimed excitedly.
Qinglong also moved slightly.
Qinglong didn't have so many literary talents, and he didn't even bother to read Xiu's literary fight before, but just experienced it with his own eyes just now, Qinglong felt his blood boil.
"I've seen Wang Long upset before, old fellow, for being disrespectful of the old! I actually raised several concubines!" Dongfang Zhengpai sneered. Can't tell whether it's contempt or jealousy!
Yan Chuan smiled slightly, and didn't take it seriously.
"By the way, if you slap them in the face again, they will definitely fight back more fiercely. You have to be careful!" Dongfang Zhengpai's expression suddenly became serious.
"It's okay, Qinglong, keep looking!" Yan Chuan said to Qinglong.
"Yes, son!" Qinglong said respectfully.
"Miao, you really came out to send them out just to quietly read the book!" Miao Miao suddenly surprised.
"Otherwise, what do you think?" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Meow, I thought you waited until the end, just for the last slap, it took so long!" Meow said blankly.
"I'm ri!" Dongfang Zhengpai said in a daze.
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In the Great Hall of Julu City, sixty people are sitting at this moment!
Wang Long and Chen Ping are also among the sixty people.
In the center of the main hall, there is a huge plaque.
"Selling Fame and Fishing for Reputation"
Very dazzling.
The thirty-two Confucian scholars who had been humiliated in the Hall of Yong Hall looked pale at this moment, looking respectfully at the other twenty-eight men in white clothes.
"Brothers!" Chen Ping said with an ugly face.
"It's I who underestimated Yan Chuan, brothers punish me!" Wang Long stood up and said.
Everyone looked at Wang Long coldly.
The first Chinese character said with a solemn face: "If you don't find out the situation clearly, go to provoke? It is indeed your fault!"
"We can't blame Wang Long, Yan Chuan is so young, who would have thought he had such accomplishments?" Another Confucian scholar said solemnly.
"Brothers, we are defeated and lose the face of the teacher. Please also ask the seniors to seek justice for us!" Chen Ping solemnly said.
"Get justice? Humph!" The great scholars looked at Chen Ping coldly.
Chen Ping did not dare to say more.
The leading Confucian thought for a while and said: "Yan Chuan signed up to compete for the title of God, and the battle with us is inevitable! We must not remain indifferent to this defeat!"
"Brother Liu Zilu, do you want to report to the teacher?" Wang Long asked.
Headed by Liu Zilu, he shook his head and said: "At this moment, the teacher is taking the twelve brothers and will not manage foreign affairs!"
"Yes, don't bother the teacher! The teacher is at a critical juncture. This trip is competing for the conquest of the gods. The teacher will not try his best until the competition!" said another renminbi.
"Teacher, this time, not only is vying for the title of god, but there are also important things to do. It's not a big deal for the teacher!" Liu Zilu nodded.
"Brother is the biggest here, Senior Brother Liu Zilu, what do you think?" Wang Long said.
Liu Zilu thought about it for a while, "The pen is very good, but the article is not only based on words. When the teacher traveled around the world, he wrote some beautiful articles that moved the world. Some articles were given to us. That is Yan. A height that Chuan can never reach!"
"Yes, the article is a natural one. You can write a Splendid article. In many cases, it depends on fate. I don't believe it. Yan Chuan can write a Splendid article by hand. Even if he can write an article, it is impossible. Writing the second article depends on fate and providence!" Another renown nodded.
"Brother wise!" Chen Ping praised immediately.
"It's just a pity, it's a pity that such a beautiful essay will ruin this ruin!" Wang Long sighed slightly.
"It's a pity? It's a pity, this is just the beginning, don't we have anything other than articles?" Liu Zilu sneered.
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In Julu City! A restaurant.
One seat was fat, with two men sitting, one dressed in white. It was the white tiger whose name was changed by Miao Miao, who was called Bailong at the moment.
Next to him, there was a man with an extremely free and easy appearance, with black hair and a blue Confucian robe. He looked extraordinary.
Bailong listened to the discussion in the restaurant.
"The son is really amazing. As soon as we entered the city, there was news of the son everywhere? Fighting against the Confucian scholars?" Bai Long exclaimed.
"Wen Dou Qun Confucian? Wherever the king is, he is so dazzling!" The man in the Confucian robe in Qingyi sighed slightly.
"Mr. Yifeng, since we know that the son is in the East Hall, let's go! I can't wait, the son's poem is really so powerful?" Bai Long took a deep breath and moved.
Yi Feng, the old master of Yan State, played against Yan Chuan before staying in Yanjing to set up the overall situation of Yan State for Yan Chuan!
"No hurry, at least wait until I finish drinking this sip!" Yi Feng smiled slightly. (To be continued)