The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 7: Wenhui
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Haoran is righteous, filling the hall, and the four characters on the sign are extremely shocking.
"Sell for your fame!" someone said.
Selling fame and fame? The meaning of the four words is more dazzling than the aura of righteousness! How many pairs of eyes have been blinded!
Suddenly there was no sound from asking against the Alliance.
Chen Ping's face was flushed, looking at these four words, he was going to be dizzy.
Lao Yan and others who are in charge of registration have a strange brilliance in their eyes.
"Daru Chen Ping, this is given to you by someone, here!" Old Yan handed the huge sign to Chen Ping.
Chen Ping was embarrassed and took the sign in a daze.
Grabbing the sign, wishing to break it immediately.
"Yan Chuan!" Chen Ping's eyes were slightly congested.
For fame and reputation, is this Yan Chuan fighting Sima Yuntian?
The onlookers from all over the world were in an uproar!
Today's crusade was a great humiliation. Chen Ping squeezed out the crowd with a wave of humiliation and flew away from this sad place quickly.
"Tsk tsk, I can't see it, I don't know my heart!"
"I heard that the seventy-two great Confucian disciples of the great sage Sima Yuntian, all of them have great righteousness and superior wisdom. Now it seems that it’s not the case!"
"Yan Chuan really didn't do anything to Meng Rongrong in the first place?"
"Tian Lei? Is it close to the Hundred Saints Righteous Altar? Induction Heaven and Earth? It must be, you must not swear here in the future!"
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The two sides of the fight have left, leaving behind a group of babbled cultivators. What happened today must have spread to the whole city at the fastest speed.
Watching a large number of repairers leave, in the Fengshen Temple, Lao Yan showed a strange smile and said: "It won't be boring now, haha!"
Yan Chuan, Dongfang Zhengpai, Qinglong, and Miao Miao, after leaving the Guangyuan market, they soared into the sky.
"Yan Chuan, what happened to the sky thunder before? Don't tell me, it's the scourge, I don't believe it!" Dongfang Zhengpai said eagerly.
Qinglong also looked at Yan Chuan curiously.
"It's God's Scourge!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Meow?" Meow is also curious.
"Impossible, that guy is not qualified to let God condemn him!" Dongfang Zhengpai shook his head.
With a slight smile, Yan Chuan admitted: "A little trick!"
Small means, naturally the first level of the Taoist Sutra of Swallowing Heaven, the blue sky thundercloud in the Shenting Acupuncture Point! Can control the Second Heavenly Tribulation!
"Small means? This is a magical skill of'pretend'! How did you do it?" Dongfang Zhengpai eagerly asked.
Yan Chuan shook his head, but didn't say anything.
Flying all the way, Eastern Decent School asked several times, but Yan Chuan did not say anything, Eastern Decent School had no choice but to give up. No longer entangled in this matter.
"Qinglong, in the city, help me collect all kinds of classics, especially the classics in history, the more the better! The next time, I will read in the Oriental Hall!" Yan Chuan solemnly said~IndoMTL.com~You What books to read, I have all books in the East Hall! "Dongfang Zhengpai said.
"Oh?"
"Books within fifty thousand years are archived in my Oriental Hall, with 8 million copies! Except for the master, I have the most books!" Dongfang Zhengpai said suddenly.
"Oh? That couldn't be better!" Yan Chuan nodded in satisfaction.
"But, you just defeated Chen Ping in the fight, do you not take advantage of the victory to chase, and increase your influence? What book do you read?" Dongfang Zhengpai asked in confusion.
"I'm looking for some information!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.
"Huh?"——
Fengshen Temple, Yan Chuan signed up to fight Chen Ping, and the news quickly swept across Julu City like a violent wind.
Some people say that Yan Chuan is overpowered, while others say that Chen Ping is responsible for himself.
The most interesting thing is the brand of ‘Selling for Fame and Fishing’. Let countless practitioners talk about it.
A hall on Julu Mountain.
Meng Rongrong listened to Changqing and other Confucianists' report.
"Really?" Meng Rongrong said solemnly.
"Every sentence is true!" A group of Confucianists nodded.
"You go down first!" Meng Rongrong took a deep breath.
"Yes!" Everyone retreated.
In the hall, only Meng Rongrong was left.
As soon as everyone left, Meng Rongrong patted the table with a palm. The eyes were full of anger.
"Asshole Yan Chuan, I am so unattractive, Meng Rongrong? Actually said that there is no blasphemous heart to me? After seeing me, he still said such things, asshole, asshole, asshole...!"
Meng Rongrong was ashamed and angry--
The main hall of Julu Academy, inside Julu Hall.
Meng Rongrong's father, Meng Ziqiu, pinched his white beard at the moment, listening to the report from Fengshen Temple.
There was also a man who didn't need to be white.
"Master, teacher, that's it!" Lao Yan said respectfully.
"Le Yi, what do you think?" Mencius said with a smile.
Le Yi, the front of the left courtyard of Julu Academy!
"Thunder came very strange that day!" Le Yi frowned.
"Hahahaha, let's not talk about it, the key is just right!" Mencius said with a smile.
"Yes, I think Yan Chuan did it on purpose!" Le Yi nodded.
"Yan Chuan? Yan Tao? This father and son remind me of a person!" Mencius thought for a while.
"Oh?" Le Yi asked curiously.
"My Julu Academy has been established for 50,000 years and records major events in the world every year. Yan, this surname is very rare. I looked through the classics and found another strong man named Yan!" Mencius said with a straight face.
"Oh?"
Meng Ziqiu handed out a brochure.
Lao Yan wanted to watch, but Menciu waved his hand and said, "Go down!"
"Yes!" Old Yan sighed and left.
Le Yi looked at the brochure.
"The Holy Land of Immortality, the best friend of Sword Demon, Yan Zizai?" Le Yi frowned.
"Yan Zizai didn't incarnate a blood demon back then, but I remember the place where Yan Zizai disappeared, people from Julu Academy went to investigate, thousands of miles of blood, this is recorded, thousands of miles of blood, blood demon? I have to link them together!" Mencius said in a deep voice.
"Then let them make trouble!" Le Yi laughed.
"Yeah, make trouble!" Mencius nodded.
"Master, Sima Yuntian is going to compete for the title of God this time, will it be too much to reopen the new academy?" Le Yi frowned.
Meng Ziqiu smiled bitterly and said: "Can I not see it? Stop talking, let's go and drink!"
"Hmm!" Le Yi nodded--
Tiger clan residence!
Bai Ditian turned the crystal wine glass in his hand, tasting the wine, and listening to Zuo Wuzhou's report.
"Wang, I saw it with my own eyes at the time! I was among those cultivators!" Zuo Wuzhou solemnly said.
"Tian Lei accompanied?" Bai Ditian narrowed his eyes.
"Wang, could it be because of the Hundred Saints Righteous Altar? The Hundred Saints' induction made the thunder descended?" Zuo Wuzhou asked curiously.
"No, it should be Yan Chuan!" Bai Ditian narrowed his eyes.
"Yan Chuan?" Zuo Wuzhou asked in surprise.
"Continue to inquire!" Bai Ditian said solemnly.
"Yes!"
"Zuo Qianqiu!" Bai Ditian said lightly.
"Here!"
"You go to the hometown of Yanchuan, collect all the information about Yanchuan for me, go and return quickly, this person is too evil!" Bai Ditian said solemnly.
"Yes!"——
Julu City.
Chen Ping was the one who suffered the most when talking about Fengshen Temple in the whole city.
In the old days, when I returned to Julu City, the image of 72 Confucian scholars even overwhelmed countless large Confucian groups in Julu City.
But today, the humiliated body is incomplete. The glorious image is completely ruined.
Sitting in a hall, looking at the sign in front of him that reads ‘Get Fame and Get Fame’, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. Several times, the brand must be broken to vent the hatred.
"Huhuhuhuhu!"
A lot of footsteps came outside the hall.
Suddenly, thirty-one white Confucian scholars walked in.
"Brother, what's going on?" The Confucian scholars shouted as soon as they entered the hall.
"Brothers, you have to call the shots for me, today...!" Chen Ping was bitter and bitter.
When I talked about the daytime affairs, a group of Confucianists were very angry and unhappy.
"This is unreasonable, the younger generation, dare to compete with the master for the award of the gods?"
"Hmph, he is not only humiliating Junior Brother, but also humiliating all of our Junior Brothers, and even discrediting Master!"
"The arrogant villain!"
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A group of senior brothers scolded one after another.
But there are also some great scholars who look at the plaque written by Yan Chuan.
"Fame for fame? Haoran is righteous!" a big scholar said solemnly.
"Brother, Yan Chuan seems to have some ability!" said another great scholar.
"Brother, this hatred must be reported back, otherwise, our image will really be ruined! In the future, Master will open up academies, how to convince the public?" Chen Ping worried.
"Yes, I can't just forget it!" The great scholars nodded one after another.
"Senior Brother Wang Long, you are the 41st disciple of Master, you are the senior brother of all of us. We are headed by you. What do you say, do this?" Everyone looked at a gray-haired old man with great Confucianism.
Wang Long thought for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Yes, this matter can't be forgotten, we must suppress Yan Chuan's arrogance again!"
"Brother, I have an idea!" a big scholar suddenly said.
"Oh?"
"Before I came here, I checked Yan Chuan's information, and I really found some. This Yan Chuan, according to his father Yan Tao's information, should be very young. Although he writes good characters, how about it? How can it be better than us? We have a literary meeting, in which thousands of scholars in Julu City are invited to participate, and to meet friends with literary works, please invite Yan Chuan to participate!" The great scholar thought for a while.
"Yes, yes, Yan Chuan will only point to crooked ways at best. Above the literary society, all heroes are discussed in literary style. Once everyone's poems and essays come out, Yan Chuan will have no place to show himself!" said another renminbi.
"Wenhui? Okay, just Wenhui!" Wang Long nodded.
"Also, bring a pen!" Wang Long said solemnly.
Chen Ping quickly handed out a brush.
Reversed the plaque of ‘Selling for Fame and Fishing’, and Wang Long solemnly wrote on it.
"Invitation!"
With two characters written, the hall is filled with awe-inspiring righteousness.
"At that time, give this plaque to Yan Chuan and let him use it as an invitation to participate in our literary meeting!" Wang Long wiped his beard and sneered.
"Brother wise, in this way, if Yan Chuan refuses to come, it means that he has admitted that he has sold his reputation. If he is willing to come, let me wait for the scholars and let him return with a plaque!" Chen Pingxing said hard. (To be continued)
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