A large number of Confucian scholars came forward to hang books for Yifeng!

Yi Feng was not polite, and let the scholars divide the picture that Yan Chuan had just written.

"Boom!"

The rocks were constantly chopped, and stone tablets were erected and the paintings were slowly hung.

"boom!"

In the direction of the great scholar, another beautiful article appeared.

A vast snowy snow field. It looks vast and spectacular. The cold air comes out straight. It is spotless and cleanses people's hearts and lungs!

Before Chen Ping and others could be happy, another scroll of painting was unfolded opposite.

"Boom!"

Like the sound of thousands of horses galloping, the cold air is coming straight, the scroll unfolds, the white mist soars into the sky, and there is also endless snow, but there is a big avalanche on Yifeng's side.

The heavy snow rolled in, with a huge momentum, much stronger than the opposite side.

"good!"

“Spectacular!”

"The avalanche is like a galloping horse!"

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A series of praise and shouts, just from the impression and the momentum of the avalanche, overwhelmed the snowfield.

"Impossible, why is there another article? This must be the past." Chen Ping exclaimed.

"No, look at the avalanche and volcano. These two articles have not dried up!" Wang Long smiled bitterly.

"The ink traces are not dry?" Many people suddenly looked surprised.

"Really, this ink trace has not been completely dry yet. It was really just written!" A Confucian scholar immediately exclaimed.

"Yan Chuan just entered the Eastern Palace, right? Did he write two wonderful articles in a row?"

"Two articles? And they are two extremely conflicting landscapes!"

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Nearly ten thousand scholars and scholars, although their literary talent is not as good as those of many great scholars, they still have this vision for many years in Julu City.

With just two volumes of painting books, Yan Chuan's reputation will be resounding throughout Julu City tomorrow.

"Impossible, let's do it again!" Chen Ping shouted angrily.

On the side of the Sixty Confucians, another scroll was unfolded.

A vast prairie.

And in the Yifeng, the third scroll unfolded, with a raging fire burning the sky and endlessly.

"The third article? It's also the third article?" Nearly ten thousand scholars were infuriated.

Although the other side is also a good article, it seems that it is much worse than Yan Chuan's.

Every article by Yan Chuan is different? The styles are different?

Yifeng stood aside and smiled slightly.

Nearly ten thousand scholars and scholars stood up at this moment, looking at the brocade and beautiful texts hanging high with expectations and admiration.

Volume 4, the sea in the storm!

Volume 5, The Fall of All Stars!

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When the tenth volume unfolded, there was no noise around, and there was only a quiet area.

Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars have no more language to praise.

A wonderful article? Some people have never seen it in their lives, but at this moment, they are like cabbage, constantly emerging.

At this moment, everyone looked at the East Palace in the distance, without any contempt.

Yan Chuan? This Yan Chuan does have the ability to open academy again.

Look at this article, ten articles, ten different styles?

Article 11! Article 12!…………

Expand one by one.

The faces of the Sixty Confucians became increasingly ugly.

"How is this possible?" Chen Ping exclaimed.

"These hundreds of volumes will not be beautiful and beautiful, right?" a great scholar said in horror.

"Impossible, it must be written by someone else!" Chen Ping shook his head and refused to believe it.

"Bright and wonderful articles? No, as soon as the world's beautiful articles are released, they will definitely spread throughout my four major academies, but I have never seen these articles before!" Wang Long shook his head.

"so much?"

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Liu Zilu's face looked ugly. He brought five wonderful articles, which could have moved the audience and defeated everything.

But the scene in front of him seemed to make Liu Zilu feel a sense of collapse.

How could such a thing be possible?

After clenching his fists, Liu Zilu's face turned pale.

The oriental decent person standing outside the Oriental Hall and guarding Yan Chuan was also very wonderful at this moment.

"I, is it true?"

The eyes of the Oriental Zhengpai were about to pop out. If it weren't for protecting Yan Chuan, the Oriental Zhengpai would have run over.

"call out!"

A figure fell in front of the Eastern Decent.

"Qinglong? Are you back?" Dongfang Zhengpai was delighted.

"Yes, what's wrong? What about the young master? Huh? Bailong and the others are here too?" Qinglong said in surprise.

"Yan Chuan is in seclusion in Dongfang Palace, you are here to guard!" Dongfang Zhengsai explained.

After saying that, the Eastern Decent Flying immediately flew to the opposite side.

Du Liu Qinglong was stunned, but he also solemnly accepted the task.

Not far from Yong Hall.

Meng Rongrong finally couldn't help but come to investigate after learning that the 60 great scholars invited 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 Yong Hall.

Behind him were Changqing waiting for several Confucian scholars.

"This, is this too exaggerated? Is this written by Yan Chuan?" a Confucian scholar exclaimed.

"The 30th chapter!" Another great scholar said incredible.

"Miss, it seems that we really misunderstood Yan Chuan back then! With his literary talent, he doesn't need to be a student here at all." Changqing said with a complicated wry smile.

"Yes, the character Yanchuan, chess, literature? This, this, this..." The Confucian scholars on the side were a little incoherent.

Meng Rongrong looked at the Dongfang Hall with the closed door in the distance, and a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes.

"Hmph!" Meng Rongrong snorted coldly.

Although he still can't forgive Yan Chuan, the aggrievance he felt suddenly became much smaller.

"I'll go back first, you can watch it slowly!" Meng Rongrong shook her head and said.

"Ah? Miss, don't you watch it?" Changqing said in surprise.

"You see!" Meng Rongrong flew away.
To be continued...