"Just arrived?" Yan Chuan looked at Mo Yuxi.

"You have already said this in the letter, so we naturally came straight to the point. Just arrived!" Mo Yuxi nodded.

"Young Master Yan, the sword formation just now is so powerful!" Zhuque said excitedly.

At this time, the emperor walked out of the Eastern Palace.

The emperor suddenly appeared, and everyone was slightly surprised and looked at the emperor together.

"Is it her?" Zhuque and Xuanwu's face changed, and they still remember the fierceness of the emperor last time.

"Jade Emperor Sword Formation? Unfortunately, your cultivation level is too low now, otherwise you would not need formation assistance at all!" The emperor said lightly.

Yan Chuan smiled slightly and did not refute.

"Huh?" Zhuque, Xuanwu and others showed strange looks.

"Where do I live?" the emperor said lightly.

"Yifeng, take the emperor to the side hall!" Yan Chuan looked at Yifeng.

"Yes!" Yifeng nodded.

Mo Yuxi unexpectedly looked at the emperor and finally asked nothing.

Mr. Wen Ruo looked at the emperor with a little curiosity.

"Mr. Wenruo, please enter the palace!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Okay!" Wen Ruo nodded.

Yan Chuan and Mo Yuxi looked at each other and smiled without any politeness, so they walked towards the Eastern Palace together.

Wang Zhu looked at Yan Chuan with a complicated expression, shook her head, and returned to her side hall.

The blue dragon, the white dragon, the vermilion bird, and the Xuanwu were waiting outside the hall.

"Meow, Sister Mo, do you still have these fragments of fairy stone?" Meow Miao said to Mo Yuxi in a low voice.

"Meow, I'm so greedy!" Yan Chuan's face turned stern.

"Meow, I just asked, but I didn't say I wanted it!" Meow Meow said aggrievedly.

"There is one more piece, but it's not around. If you like it, I'll take it to you in the future!" Mo Yuxi said.

"Meow, Sister Mo is the best!" Meow's eyes suddenly shone brightly.

"In recent years, in Julu City, I have also learned a few of Mr. Wenruo's deeds. Mr. Wenruo can come to help me, and Yan Chuan feels endlessly!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Young Master Yan is too awarded. I am just an abandoned disciple who was expelled from the academy!" Wen Ruo said bitterly.

"Abandoned disciple? Haha, I think Mr. Wen Ruo is really in love! He doesn't hesitate to leave Julu Academy and go to the Holy Land of Dazhao!" Yan Chuan took a deep breath and sighed.

Wen Ruo smiled bitterly and said, "It's better not to mention this matter. Mr. Yan, two years ago, the literary fights against scholars in Julu City, which caused a sensation in the world. It's a million miles away, and I can feel the literary spirit that soars into the sky."

"Oh? The news spread so quickly?" Yan Chuan said unexpectedly.

"The Heavenly Sutra Conference is about to begin, Julu City has become the focus of the East. Any major event will be spread to the world. A hundred beautiful and wonderful articles have been released, and Mr. Yan has become famous all over the world!" Mr. Wen Ruo affirmed.

"Famous all over the world? Haha, Mr. Wen Ruo praised it!" Yan Chuan shook his head and smiled.

"But!" Mr. Wen Ruo frowned.

"how?"

"Young Master Yan should not underestimate Sima Yuntian because of that literary battle! His group of disciples cannot represent Sima Yuntian." Mr. Wen Ruo said solemnly.

"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 they are drawn, they will move the world! Then draw the world!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Indeed, when my father reborn, he also highly praised Mr. Wenruo, saying that Mr. Wenruo was born for painting!" Mo Yuxi nodded.

Wen Ruo smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe the Saint and Young Master Yan don't know yet. I'm learning painting. The enlightenment teacher is Sima Yuntian!"

"Oh?" Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes.

This is the first time Yan Chuan knows about it.

"Sima Yuntian has not seen him for hundreds of years. He is really a genius, and he is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. If Mr. Yan had not fought with him this time, I am sure he would have obtained the strategy of the Gods!" Wen Ruo said affirmatively.

"You are so sure? Then tell me, what kind of person is this great wise Sima Yuntian?" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

With the original preparation, Yan Chuan did feel confident of winning, but now, he didn't expect that Mr. Wen Ruo would admire Sima Yuntian so much.

"Sima Yuntian, awesome!" said Mr. Wen Ruo.

"proud?"

"I don't know why. Anyway, Julu Academy has a rule that the people of the Sima family are not allowed to be the head of the hospital. Even if he works harder and becomes the head of the Right Academy, he will not be the head of the hospital in the end. Sima Yuntian felt very uncomfortable and resolutely gave up his position as the head of the Right Academy and wandered around the world. I still remember that he said something before leaving!" Mr. Wen Ruo recalled.

"What did he say?"

"He said that when he returns, he will be defeated by all the wise men of Julu Academy!" Mr. Wen Ruo said solemnly.

"Oh? It's interesting!" A trace of expectation flashed in Yan Chuan's eyes.

"Anyway, Mr. Yan, you have to be careful. Since I promised the Saint, I will do my best!" Mr. Wen Ruo smiled bitterly.

From Mr. Wenruo's tone, Yan Chuan suddenly heard a hint of unusualness, as if Mr. Wenruo didn't believe that he could win.

Don’t believe that you can win? Sima Yuntian? Is it really so powerful?

"I'm working hard!" Yan Chuan nodded—

Julu City, on a huge floating island.

On the floating island, there is a main hall, Sima Hall!

Liu Zilu, Chen Ping, Wang Long and other great scholars stood on both sides.

There were a total of seventy-two great scholars in white, with extremely respectful expressions, and they faced the man on a chair in the north of Sima Hall.

A middle-aged man in a green robe wore a tall hat on his head, about mortals were about forty years old, with a handsome face, a thorny beard on his chin, his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were sharp, his hands were placed on both sides of the handrails, and his middle finger gently tapped the handrail.

The middle-aged man looked at the center of the hall, and there were a total of sixty games of chess and one hundred and one volume of calligraphy and paintings.

Liu Zilu came out and said respectfully: "Teacher, we have copied these. We are so embarrassed by the peak literary gathering!"

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 green, like a peacock feather.

"Good words! Good poems! Good lyrics!" Sima Yuntian suddenly laughed.

Without blaming the disciples, Sima Yuntian felt happy when he saw the hunt.

At this time, another great scholar came out and said: "Teacher, students have read these poems, one hundred and one article, one hundred and one style! It's really incredible!"

Sima Yuntian nodded without objection.

"Teacher, will this person become an obstacle to the teacher?" Liu Zilu said worriedly.

With a slight smile, Sima Yuntian said lightly: "These poems alone are not enough, there is no need to worry!"

"Yes!" All the great scholars showed joy on their faces.

"Teacher, I understand these sixty games of chess, and I will never let the teacher down!" Another disciple said respectfully.

"Yes!" Sima Yuntian looked at the sixty chessboards, and a hint of praise flashed in his eyes.

"Teacher, what we broke into is really called the Light Realm? The teacher knew it before?" Liu Zilu said curiously.

"Yes, I have known it for a long time, but I have never been in! It's a pity!" Sima Yuntian said lightly.

"Oh!" Liu Zilu stopped saying more.

"Go down and prepare!" Sima Yuntian said lightly.

"Yes!" The disciples nodded one after another. Then, they all left the hall.

Sima Yuntian is the only one left in the hall.

Sitting in the main hall, looking at Julu Mountain outside the hall.

"My Sima Yuntian is back. I will do what I say, and I will do what I want to be the gods? Haha, I not only want to be the gods, but I also want to seek justice for my Sima family!" Sima Yuntian's eyes were full of light-

Ten days arrived in a flash, and the Heavenly Sutra Conference began soon!

Eastern Palace!

A large number of Confucian scholars have gathered around the hall. Most of these Confucian scholars are not recognized by Yan Chuan. They came spontaneously. During the peak literary meeting, Yan Chuan’s name has resounded throughout Julu City. It has been worshipped by thousands of Confucian scholars.

These Confucian scholars were impressed by Yan Chuan's literary talent and came spontaneously with blind worship.

Not to make friends with Yan Chuan, but to witness a new miracle today.

Yan Chuan, Mo Yuxi, Huang, Yifeng, Wang Zhu, Qinglong and others immediately welcomed a lot of Confucian etiquette as soon as they left the Eastern Palace.

"I have met Mr. Yan, Mr. Yi!" The scholars said one after another.

Yan Chuan looked at the scholars and nodded.
To be continued...