The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 14: Fight Chess
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A large number of Confucian cultivators stepped forward to put up a book for Yifeng!
Yi Feng is not polite, letting a group of Confucian scholars subscribe to the picture scroll that Yan Chuan just wrote.
"Boom!"
The mountains and rocks were constantly being chopped, stone tablets were erected, and the scrolls slowly hung up.
"Boom!"
In the direction of Confucian scholars, another beautiful and wonderful article appeared.
A vast snowy field. It is vast and magnificent. The icy air came straight out. Spotless, clean heart and lungs!
Before Chen Ping was happy, another scroll of paintings unfolded on the opposite side.
"Boom!"
Like the sound of a galloping horse, the same cold air comes straight forward, the scroll unfolds, the white mist is soaring, and there is also endless snow, but the wind on the side is a big avalanche.
The snow is rolling, and it is rolling, magnificent, I don't know how much stronger than the opposite.
"Good!"
"Spectacular!"
"The realm of avalanche is like a galloping horse!"
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A series of praises and applauses, just from the perception, the avalanche momentum, overwhelmed the snowy field.
"Impossible, why is there another one? This must be the previous one." Chen Ping exclaimed.
"No, look at the avalanche and volcano, these two, the ink is still wet!" Wang Long smiled wryly.
"The ink is still wet?" Suddenly, many people were surprised.
"Really, this ink is not completely dry, it is really just written!" Confucianism suddenly exclaimed.
"Just now, Yan Chuan entered the Oriental Palace, just for a while, right? I wrote two beautiful articles in succession?"
"Two articles? And two very conflicting landscapes!"
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Nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators, although their literary talent can't compare with the great Confucian, but for many years in Julu City, this vision still has.
With only two volumes of picture books, Yan Chuan's fame is set to ring throughout Julu City tomorrow.
"Impossible, do it again!" Chen Ping shouted angrily.
On the side of the sixty Confucian scholars, another picture is unfolded.
The vast prairie.
At the place where the wind is blowing, the third scroll is unfolded, and the fire is raging, burning endlessly.
"The third chapter? The ink is still wet, the third one?" Nearly ten thousand scholars boiled over.
Although the opposite is also a good article, it seems to be much worse than Yan Chuan's.
Yan Chuan’s article, each one is different? Is the style different?
Yi Feng stood aside and smiled slightly.
At this moment, nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars got up one after another, one by one, with anticipation and admiration, watching the scrolls of beautiful and beautiful texts being hung up high.
The fourth volume, the sea in the storm!
Volume 5, Ten Thousand Stars Fall!
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When the tenth volume was unfolded, there was no noise around, and some were just quiet.
Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars have no more words to praise.
Splendid text? Some people have never seen it in their entire lives, but at this moment, one by one, like Chinese cabbage, keeps popping up.
At this moment, everyone looked at the Oriental Hall in the distance, no longer contemptuous.
Yan Chuan? This Yan Chuan does have the ability to reopen the academy.
Look at this article, ten articles, ten different styles?
The eleventh chapter! Twelfth! …………
One article unfolds.
The face of the Sixty Confucian scholars is getting ugly.
"How is this possible?" Chen Ping exclaimed.
"These hundreds of volumes, will they not be beautiful and beautiful, will they?" A great scholar said in horror.
"Impossible, it must have been written by someone else!" Chen Ping shook his head and refused to believe it.
"Splendid essays? No, as soon as the world's splendid essays are published, they will definitely spread throughout my four major academies. However, I have never seen these articles!" Wang Long shook his head.
"So much?"
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Liu Zilu's face is ugly. I brought five beautiful and wonderful essays, which could have moved the audience and defeated everything.
But, the scene before him seemed to make Liu Zilu feel like he was breaking down.
How could this happen?
Squeezed his fist, Liu Zilu's face was green.
Standing outside the Oriental Hall and guarding Yan Chuan, the face of the Eastern Decent School is also very wonderful at this moment.
"I ri, really or not?"
The eyes of the Eastern Decent School were staring out. If it weren't for protecting Yan Chuan, the Eastern Decent School ran over.
"Shoo!"
A figure fell in front of the Eastern Decent School.
"Qinglong? Are you back?" Dongfang decent face was pleased.
"Yeah, what's the matter? Where's the son? Huh? Bailong and the others are here too?" Qinglong suddenly surprised.
"Yan Chuan retreats in the Dongfang Hall, you are here to guard!" Dongfang Zhengpai confessed.
After finishing speaking, Dongfang Zhengpai immediately flew to the opposite side.
Leaving Qinglong alone, he was stunned, but he also solemnly accepted the task.
Not far from Yongdian.
Meng Rongrong finally couldn't help coming to investigate after learning that the Sixty Confucian scholars would invite Wan Ru to participate in the peak literary meeting.
Standing in a remote corner in the distance, looking at the beautiful and wonderful articles on Yongdian.
Behind him stood Changqing and a few Confucianists.
"This, is this too exaggerated? Is this written by Yan Chuan?" A Confucianist exclaimed.
"Thirtieth chapter!" Another great scholar said inconceivably.
"Miss, it seems that we really misunderstood Yan Chuan back then! With his literary talent, we don't need to be a student here at all." Chang Qing said with a complicated wry smile.
"Yes, these Yanchuan characters, chess, and writing? This, this, this...!" Confucianism was a little incoherent on the side.
Meng Rongrong looked at the Dongfang Temple with the closed door in the distance, and a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes.
"Humph!" Meng Rongrong snorted coldly.
Although Yan Chuan still cannot be forgiven, the feeling of grievance from the past has suddenly disappeared a lot.
"I'm going back first, take your time!" Meng Rongrong shook her head.
"Huh? Miss, don't you watch it?" Chang Qing asked unexpectedly.
"Look at it!" Meng Rongrong flew far away.
Meng Rongrong is gone, but the Confucianists are reluctant to leave.
"Go, let's go up and see!" said a Confucianist.
"Okay!" Changqing and others nodded one after another.
At this moment, not only Changqing and others, but in Julu City, countless cultivators from all directions are once again attracted by the spectacular sight here.
Standing at a distance, you can see, the sky above the Hall of Yong, volcanoes, snowfields, meteors, countless wonderful scenery, does not attract strangers.
Julu Mountain, the square outside the Julu Palace.
Meng Ziqiu, the owner of the courtyard, and Zheng Leyi from the left courtyard, also watched this scene slightly blankly.
"Le Yi, what do you think?" Mencius said with a slightly weird expression.
"I don't know, but I know Sima Yuntian must have met his opponent!" Le Yi said strangely.
"It's more than that to compete for the title of God, but this Yan Chuan is indeed a wonderful person!" Mencius said with a smile.
"Good article, really good article!" Le Yi looked at the articles in the distance and exclaimed.
Outside of Yongdian.
It was quiet, but everyone knew that today, Yan Chuan had completely moved Julu City.
Sixty beautiful articles.
It is still going on, for a while, the surroundings of Yongdian are extremely beautiful.
The five wonderful essays of the Sixty Great Confucian scholars are completely overshadowed by Yan Chuan's vast essays.
Yi Feng smiled and looked at an article.
On the opposite side, the sixty Confucian scholars are extremely dark.
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, there must be plagiarism, there must be!" Chen Ping kept reading Yan Chuan's beautiful and wonderful articles, hoping to find a plagiarism.
Yes, how can I find it?
Seventy articles! Eighty articles! Ninety articles! All are the first interviews.
Wan Ru almost all stood on Yifeng's side. The sixty Confucian scholars reopened the peak literary meeting, completely making wedding dresses for others.
"Brother, let's go, today, we are completely defeated!" Wang Long said bitterly.
"Are you going? Take the plaque from my king, don't send it back!" Yi Feng suddenly smiled.
Bailong immediately squeezed the plaque of "Faming and Fishing" into the hands of a great scholar.
Looking at the white robe in his hand, the sixty scholars looked extremely ugly.
"Boom!"
The one hundred beautiful and wonderful article is on hold.
Hundred-volumes of wonderful essays seem to piece together a magnificent mountain and river village.
"Huh!"
The Confucian cultivators are full of enthusiasm in their eyes, and some people are a little breathless when they are read by these wonderful articles.
One by one, looking in the direction of the Oriental Hall, it is more than worship, as if there is a master of literature sitting there.
Daehyun? Yan Chuan is Daxian!
In a short period of time, hundreds of beautiful and wonderful articles, if this is not Daxian, who is Daxian?
"Daxian, Yan Chuan, a model of my generation!"
"Yan Chuan, really great sage!"
"With this hundred words, you can move the world by yourself!"
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A group of Confucianists are not stingy with their words of praise.
The great scholars have been hit too much, and many people are leaving.
However, Liu Zilu stabilized, did not leave, but looked at Yi Feng, this time to really leave, that is to completely recognize the counsel, the seventy-two Confucian scholars, completely discredited, even Sima Yuntian, also Will it be regarded as a good reputation?
Go? Can't go!
"Poetry, just one er, Yi Feng? Would you dare to fight with me again?" Liu Zilu cried out.
Liu Zilu drank, many of those who worship Yan Chuan cast contempt.
Liu Zilu now has lost his status as a Confucian scholar.
Is it all lost like this? Still holding on to? Fight again? Want to find a place from other sources?
Liu Zilu didn't want to say that either, but at this moment, I had to say it with a face. If I didn't say it at this moment, there would be no chance to fight back.
The great scholars looked at Liu Zilu unexpectedly, but quickly understood what Liu Zilu meant.
"Oh, I really opened my face to Sima Yuntian!" Dongfang Zhengpai suddenly smiled.
"What did you say?"
"Oriental decent, what do you mean?"
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The great scholars scolded.
Oriental decent shrugged his shoulders and said no more, but the meaning in the words couldn't be more obvious, nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars, who can't understand? This is scolding them for shame.
More and more Confucianists show contempt.
"How do you want to fight?" Yi Feng smiled slightly.
Yi Feng came here to delay Yan Chuan's time, so that these big Confucian scholars would not be quarreling in two days.
"Fight chess!" Liu Zilu said solemnly.
Yi Feng suddenly showed a weird smile and said: "My king guessed right, you really want to fight chess!"
Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, just lost in poetry and essays, the book, I must not dare to fight, painting, painting and books in many places have different tunes and the same skills, and many confucianists will definitely not dare, as for the piano, the most difficult thing to repair One kind, if all Confucian scholars can do their best, the best is chess.
"Why? Scared?" Chen Ping exclaimed.
"It's not that you are afraid, but that you are very sad!" Yi Feng said lightly.
Very sad?
All the great scholars were choked by Yi Feng!
"Come on, I will also meet you to see how capable you are, so-called ‘big scholars’!" Yi Feng said lightly.
"Only you?" Chen Ping showed a trace of contempt.
In any case, I was just helping Yan Chuan to write a word just now, not Yi Feng's own ability.
"Why? Don't believe it again?" Yi Feng smiled.
The word ‘again’, like a slap on Chen Ping’s face, again? Why do you say "again"? (To be continued)
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