The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 8: Peak Literary Conference
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Julu City, Oriental Palace!
Dongfang Decent hurried to the main hall, Dongfang Hall.
The door of the main hall is open, and Yan Chuan can be seen inside. He is quickly turning the pages of the book, page by page, like flowing water~IndoMTL.com~ is 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 shouted while looking at the scroll in his hand.
"Yes!"
Qinglong circled the bookshelf, rummaged quickly, 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 coming!" 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 Confucians, the last thirty-two of the 72 Confucian scholars, all of them were dispatched!" Dongfang Decent School said.
"Oh?" Yan Chuan paused slightly.
"Did they kill?" Meow stood up immediately.
"Kill? No, but it's almost the same! Thirty-two great scholars, now obviously aimed at you!" said the Eastern Decent School.
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you offend Chen Ping miserably that day? It threatened Sima Yuntian's reputation. His thirty-two disciples of Confucian scholars will hold a literary meeting called the'Zhenfeng Literary Meeting'!" Dongfang Zhengpai said.
"Peak literary meeting?" Meow looked curiously at the Eastern decent.
"Location, Yongdian!" Dongfang Zhengpai said.
"Yongdian?" Yan Chuan asked in a puzzled way.
"Yongdian, right next to my Dongfangdian, look at that 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 to each other.
"Meow, it really came here, that place is so close, standing on the edge of the floating island, I can hear the voice from the other side!" Meow said.
"No, and this time it is open to all Confucianists in Julu City. If 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 my 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.
Speaking, Yan Chuan continued to sit down and flip through the information.
Oriental decent open mouth, I don't know what Yan Chuan is looking for.
"Meow, I'll go and see with you!" Meow is very curious.
"Okay!" Dongfang nodded silently with decency——
The Pinnacle Literary Club!
These four words are like a gust of wind blowing over the entire Juler City.
Countless Confucian scholars have been 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 make countless Confucian scholars show their admiration.
"Yongdian? A literary meeting initiated by the thirty-two great Confucian scholars?"
"Isn't Yongdian relying on Dongfangdian? Yan Chuan doesn't live there?"
"Is it the literary meeting aimed at Yan Chuan?"
"I heard that Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian competed for the conquest of the gods! Could it be that the two-party battle started?"
"Thirty-two Confucian scholars! This article will definitely be wonderful!"
"The Pinnacle Literary Club? Go and see!"
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In addition to the invited Confucian cultivators, countless Confucian cultivators went to Yongdian from various places, and even many people from the sect who were not cultivators also went to the Yongdian with curiosity.
For a time, countless cultivators gathered around Yongdian.
The pomp of the big Confucianists is still great, and the thirty-two big Confucianists are even more so. This is not just a grand event, but perhaps a battle between Sima Yuntian and Yan Chuan.
In the Meng Rongrong Hall.
"Thirty-two Confucian scholars? Wenhui? Is that to fight poetry?" Meng Rongrong frowned.
"Yes, big sister, big Confucian poetry, it's hard to find a million gold, this time it is 32 big Confucian, unprecedented grand occasion!" Changqing said.
"Yes, Sister Xiaoxiao, thirty-two Confucian scholars, who traveled the world with the great sage Sima Yuntian, must have accumulated countless good poems, this time I will feast my eyes!"
"Sister Xiaoxiao, we are going to see it too, how about you?"
Meng Rongrong frowned and said: "I? I'm not interested. Go ahead!"
"Okay!" Changqing and the others came out of the temple 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?"——
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, it's a pity!" Le Yi showed a hint of amusement.
The two shook their heads while drinking.
Beside, the disciple Lao Yan who came to report was curious: "Teacher, what is a pity?"
"Too contrived, even if Yan Chuan is insulted, it may not be able to redeem the shame that day. If unfortunately they lose, hehe, I don't know how they will end up!" Le Yi smiled.
"Losing? Is it possible? These thirty-two Confucian scholars, I heard that along with the great sage Sima Yuntian, he wrote countless poems and essays all over the world! How can Yan Chuan win?" Lao Yan asked curiously.
"Yan Tao, who thought he would win the first prize back then?" Le Yi asked.
"Uh!" Lao Yan said no more immediately! ——
Three days later, in the evening.
A large number of Confucian scholars gathered on the broad field of Yongdian, nearly ten thousand. There are a large number of non-Confucian onlookers around.
The Wanru party, held a peak literary meeting.
Countless Confucian cultivators showed a sense of 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 all 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 is not open.
But several Confucian scholars have respectfully carried a plaque and sent them to the direction of the Dongfang Hall.
"Selling fame and fishing fame? The plaque with fame and fishing fame?" A Confucian scholar suddenly recognized it.
"No, there is a word on the reverse, invitation card?"
"This is?"
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All Confucian scholars immediately discussed. But the plaque was quickly sent to the Dongfangdian 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 decent said in a deep voice.
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 Zhengpai frowned.
"Let's go and meet Yan Chuan!" Dongfang decent turned around and said to Meow.
"Meow!"
Miao Miao 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!" 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 bring it again?" Yan Chuan showed a hint of amusement.
"More than just sending it, the pinnacle essay meeting will begin immediately, but they sent it in front of nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars, this is to slap you in the face, won't you go?" Dongfang Decent said.
"Slap on the 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?" Dong Dongfang said anxiously.
Yan Chuan smiled slightly, did not say anything, and continued to look at the news about the history of Baiditian in his hand.
In the Hall of the Wings.
Chen Ping said with great joy on his face: "Hahaha, Yan Chuan is a tortoise, he dare not come out, too, it will only be more embarrassing to come!"
The great scholars all smiled, and they all 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!" a group of big scholars laughed.
"Yan Chuan? It's just a clown!" Chen Ping said with disdain.
The headed Wang Long touched his beard and smiled slightly: "The hour is almost here, let's hold the peak essay meeting on time!"
"Hmm!" The great scholars nodded one after another.
"Marina!"
The door 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 peak essay meeting has finally begun!"
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The thirty-two great Confucianists have become the focus of nearly ten thousand Confucianists.
It got dark, but there were a lot of night pearls illuminating the surroundings. The entire Yongdian has become resplendent and magnificent.
On the vast field before Yongdian. There is a high platform for thirty-two Confucian scholars to set foot on the high platform.
"I have seen Wang Long the Great Scholar!"
"I have seen Chen Ping Daru!"
"I have seen...!"
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For a time, all Confucian cultivators showed up.
Wang Long stretched out his hand and pressed it slightly. Nearly Wan Ruxiu suddenly stopped talking. In a blink of an eye, there was quietness around the Yongdian, and the grand meeting 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 verses 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 are welcome!"
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Suddenly there was a sound of compliment all around.
"Since this is the case, all of you sit on the floor, and I'll talk about it while sitting down! Encourage each other!" Wang Long smiled.
"Okay!" Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars responded one after another.
A crowd of Confucianists sat down.
Thirty-two great scholars, wearing a long robe, also sat down under the leadership of Wang Long.
There is a quiet area around Yongdian, and no one dared to make a loud noise. The pinnacle literary meeting is officially opened!
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