The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 32: The conference will start
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"Just arrived?" Yan Chuan looked at Mo Yuxi.
"You have already said this in the letter, we naturally rushed forward and just arrived!" Mo Yuxi nodded.
"Young Master Yan, the sword formation just now was really amazing!" Suzaku said excitedly.
At this time, the emperor walked out of the Dongfang Palace.
The emperor suddenly appeared, and everyone was slightly surprised, looking at the emperor together.
"Is it her?" Suzaku and Xuanwu both changed their faces, remembering how fierce the emperor was last time.
"Jade Emperor Sword Formation? It's a pity that your cultivation base is too low, otherwise you don't need formation assistance at all!" Huang said lightly.
Yan Chuan smiled slightly and did not refute.
"Huh?" Suzaku, Xuanwu and others showed weird colors.
"Where do I live?" Huang said lightly.
"Yi Feng, take the emperor to the side hall!" Yan Chuan looked at Yi Feng.
"Yes!" Yi Feng nodded.
Mo Yuxi looked at the emperor unexpectedly, but finally didn't ask anything.
Mr. Wen Ruo looked at the emperor slightly curiously.
"Mr. Wenruo, please enter the hall!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Okay!" Wen Ruo nodded.
Yan Chuan and Mo Yuxi looked at each other with a smile, and walked towards the Oriental Palace together without courtesy.
Wang Su looked at Yan Chuan with a complicated expression, shook his head, and returned to his side hall.
Qinglong, Bailong, Suzaku, and Xuanwu are waiting outside the hall.
"Meow, Sister Mo, do you still have these fairy stone fragments?" Meow whispered to Mo Yu.
"Miaomiao, so greedy!" Yan Chuan's expression was stern.
"Meow, I just asked, but didn't say I wanted it!" Meow suddenly aggrieved.
"There is one more piece, but it's not by my side. If you like it, I will get it to you later!" Mo Yuxi said.
"Miao, Sister Mo is the best!" Meow's eyes suddenly became bright.
"In the past few years, in Julu City, I also probably learned some deeds of Mr. Wen Ruo. Mr. Wen Ruo can come to help me, Yan Chuan feels endless!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Young Master Yan has praised, I am just an outcast who was expelled from the academy!" Wen Ruo said bitterly.
"Abandoned apprentice? Haha, I think Mr. Wenruo is really xing! I don't hesitate to leave Julu Academy and go to the Jokhang Holy Land!" Yan Chuan took a deep breath and sighed.
Wen Ruo smiled bitterly: "This matter is not mentioned, Master Yan, two years ago in Julu City, Wen Dou Qun Confucian, it can be described as a sensation in the world, far away in a million, I can feel that. Soaring literary spirit."
"Oh? The news spread so quickly?" Yan Chuan asked unexpectedly.
"The Heavenly Convocation Conference will begin, and Julu City has become the focus of the East. Any major event will be spread to the world. With a hundred beautiful and wonderful articles, Master Yan has already become famous in the world!" Mr. Wen Ruo affirmed.
"Fame moves the world? Ha ha, Mr. Wen Ruo is utterly praised!" Yan Chuan shook his head and smiled.
"But!" Mr. Wen Ruo frowned.
"How?"
"Young Master Yan better not underestimate Sima Yuntian because of that literary fight! His group of disciples cannot represent Sima Yuntian." Mr. Wen Ruo solemnly said.
"Oh?"
"Young Master Yan, what do you think of the painting below?" Wen Ruo asked.
"Although I haven't seen your paintings, many materials from Julu Academy show that Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings are unparalleled in the world. Once you draw them, you will be touched! Paint the world again!" Yan Chuan solemnly said.
"Indeed, when my father reborn, he also highly respected Mr. Wen Ruo, saying that Mr. Wen Ruo was born for painting!" Mo Yuxi nodded.
Wen Ruo smiled bitterly and said: "Maybe the saint and the son of Yan don't know yet. When they are learning painting, the enlightenment teacher is Sima Yuntian!"
"Oh?" Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes.
This is the first time Yan Chuan knows.
"Sima Yuntian, I haven't seen him for hundreds of years. He is really a genius. He is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy. If there is no contest with Yan Gongzi this time, I am sure he will be able to get the idea of the gods!" Wen said with certainty.
"Are you so sure? Then tell me, what kind of person is this great sage Sima Yuntian?" Yan Chuan solemnly said.
With the original preparations, Yan Chuan did feel like he was winning, but now, he didn't expect Mr. Wen Ruo to admire Sima Yuntian so much.
"Sima Yuntian, proud!" Mr. Wen Ruo said.
"Proud?"
"I don’t know why. Anyway, there is a rule in Julu Academy. People from the Sima family are not allowed to be the principal. Even if he works harder, he becomes the principal of the right courtyard, but after all, he cannot become the principal. Sima Yuntian is very much in his heart. It was uncomfortable, so I resolutely gave up the righteous courtyard and traveled around the world. I still remember what he said before he left!" Mr. Wen Ruo recalled.
"What did he say?"
"He said, when he returns, the day he defeated the talents of Julu Academy!" Mr. Wen Ruo said solemnly.
"Oh? Interesting!" A glimmer of expectation flashed in Yan Chuan's eyes.
"In short, Master Yan, you must be careful, since I promised the saint, I will do my best!" Mr. Wen Ruo smiled bitterly.
From Mr. Wen Ruo's tone, Yan Chuan suddenly heard something unusual, as if Mr. Wen Ruo didn't believe he could win.
Don't believe you can win? Sima Yuntian? Really so powerful?
"It's time to work!" Yan Chuan nodded--
Julu City, on a huge floating island.
On the floating island, there is a big hall, Sima Hall!
Liu Zilu, Chen Ping, Wang Long and other great scholars stood on both sides.
A total of seventy-two big Confucian scholars in white, with extremely respectful expressions, face the man on a chair in the north of Sima Temple together.
A middle-aged man in a green robe, with a tall hat on his head, about a mortal forty years old, handsome face, a small moustache on the chin, eyebrows like a sword, eyes piercing, hands on both sides On the armrest, my right **** gently tapped the armrest.
The middle-aged man looked at the center of the hall. There were a total of sixty chess games and one hundred and one scrolls of calligraphy and painting.
The great scholar Liu Zilu went out and respectfully said: "Teacher, these are all copied from me, the pinnacle literary club, I am waiting to shame the teacher!"
The man in the green robe is the great sage Sima Yuntian. Sima Yuntian waved his hand, and a feather fan appeared in his palm.
Mr. Wen Ruo also has one, but Mr. Wen Ruo’s feather fan is white, while Sima Yuntian’s is cyan, like a peacock feather.
"Good words! Good poems! Good words!" Sima Yuntian suddenly smiled.
He didn't blame the disciple, but Sima Yuntian felt like he was happy.
At this time, another great scholar came out and said: "Teacher, these poems, students also read, one hundred and one, one hundred and one styles! Really incredible!"
Sima Yuntian nodded without objection.
"Teacher, will this person be an obstacle to the teacher?" Liu Zilu worried.
With a slight smile, Sima Yuntian said lightly: "These poems alone are not enough, no need to worry!"
"Yes!" The faces of the great scholars all showed joy.
"Teacher, these sixty games of chess, the disciples are also very clear, and they will definitely live up to the teacher's expectations!" Another disciple said respectfully.
"Hmm!" Sima Yuntian looked at the sixty chessboards. A glimmer of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
"Teacher, what we broke into is really called the Bright World? The teacher has known it before?" Liu Zilu asked curiously.
"Yes, the teacher has known it for a long time, but has never been in! It's a pity!" Sima Yuntian said lightly.
"Oh!" Liu Zilu said no more.
"Go down and get ready!" Sima Yuntian said lightly.
"Yes!" The disciples nodded one after another. Then, all withdrew from the main hall.
Only Sima Yuntian remained in the hall.
Sitting in the hall, looking at Julu Mountain outside the hall.
"My Sima Yuntian is back, and I do what I say, Fengshence? Oh, I don't just want to Fengshence, I also want to seek justice for my Sima family!" Sima Yuntian's eyes were full of brilliance——
Ten days, in a flash, the Tianshou Conference will begin!
Eastern Hall!
A large number of Confucian scholars have gathered in the four places outside the temple. Most of these Confucian scholars are unknown to Yan Chuan. They came spontaneously. At the peak of the literary society, the name of Yan Chuan has resounded through Julu City. Has been worshipped by thousands of Confucianists.
These Confucian cultivators were subdued by Yan Chuan's literary talent, and came spontaneously with blind worship.
Not to befriend Yan Chuan, but to witness a new miracle today.
Yan Chuan, Mo Yuxi, Huang, Yifeng, Wang Zu, Qinglong and others, as soon as they left the Oriental Palace, they immediately ushered in a lot of Confucian etiquette.
"I have met Mr. Yan and Mr. Yi!" all the Confucian scholars began to speak.
Yan Chuan looked at the Confucianists and nodded.
Stepping, leading everyone to the Tianshou Conference venue.
Thousands of Confucian scholars followed closely, rushing to the Tianshou Square in mighty force.
The so-called Tianshou Square is actually the square outside the Hundred Saints Righteous Altar. Sign up in the past, it was the Fengshen Temple there.
Yan Chuan and his entourage are vast, followed by thousands of scholars.
On the other side, Sima Yuntian's robe, with seventy-two disciples of Confucian scholars, flew towards Tianshou Square.
Like Yan Chuan, behind Sima Yuntian, there are also thousands of Confucianism.
Today, there are countless cultivators, but most of them are small groups. In the entire Julu City, only Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian can gather such a group of Confucian scholars.
If you overlook Julu City from a high altitude, you will find that Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian are like the stars holding the moon, the two most shining pearls in Julu City.
It's like the Godsend Conference, just for these two brilliant pearls.
Two large teams gathered more and more people on the way to Tianshou Square. The team is getting bigger and bigger.
On the Tianshou Square, Mencius and others have not yet arrived, but countless sect experts have gathered. Especially at the entrance of the main hall, Gu Yue Shengzi with five subordinates coldly looked at the huge crowd in the distance.
When I saw one of the teams, Yan Chuan was actually the leader, Gu Yue Shengzi's face suddenly became ugly.
More than 8,000 people have gathered in the square, and they are all sects competing for the heavenly strategy. A grand gathering of more than 8,000 people is relatively rare in the past.
The Tianshou Conference, vying for Tianqi and Fengshen Strategy. But in the past, only Tiance was the protagonist, and it was a spectacular event with more than 8,000 people.
Previously, I hadn't seen the battle for Fengshence. After all, there are only two people, how big the scene can be?
But the mighty team in front of me made countless sect cultivators petrify their mouths.
"Am I dazzled? There are more than 30,000 people in Yanchuan?"
"Sima Yuntian, there are more than 30,000 people?"
"So many people? What are they doing?"
"Competing for the Fengshen Strategy! This momentum is too exaggerated!"
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Sixty to seventy thousand people lined up, and the competition for the heavenly strategy was immediately reduced. A gap of nearly ten times! (To be continued)
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