The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter 9 is born with both eyes to scorn the heroes

Yongdian, Peak Wenhui!

Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars sat cross-legged, discussing poetry with the thirty-two great Confucian scholars.

Chen Ping got up, independent of the Confucian group.

"Today's Peak literary meeting, we invite everyone to come, not only to taste the articles of my 30 Second Senior Brother brothers, if you have good articles, you can also tell them, and you can share them!" Chen Ping said with a smile.

Chen Pingyi said that some people suddenly begin to stir. Who can't write two verses? If you can take this opportunity to show off your talents today, you will be named Giant Deer City tomorrow. Of course, there are risks in writing poems. If you write well, everyone will reciting it. If you write poorly, you will lose your reputation.

However, even if there is a risk, many people still look forward to it.

"The first song, let me hold a brick to attract jade!" Chen Ping saw some people begin to stir, and suddenly smiled slightly.

Some attendants are holding a lot of pen and ink. Some attendants quickly moved in pieces of ten zhang high giant tablets.

Chen Ping grabbed the brush, looked at the stone tablet, and immediately started writing on the tablet.

Under the pen, the white light burst out, and Haoran's righteousness immediately radiated dazzling brilliance under the pen. The brilliance was even brighter at night, and above the palace, it was extremely dazzling.

In the distance, Dongfang Zhengpai and Miao Miao from the Dongfang Temple also stood and watched.

"Just write Haoran righteousness, just this!" Miao Miao said with disdain.

Miao Miao disdain, but thousands of Confucian scholars in the distance applaud.

On the giant tablet, a poem is completed in a blink of an eye.

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Crazy life and desolation has become a married man, independent study screams the evening breeze; the underwriting is nowhere to be sold, and the wild vines are left idle. in!

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A poem is made, stone tablet all around is so upright, white light is everywhere, rays of light ten thousand zhang.

"Okay!"

Suddenly, Confucianists admired the cries in the distance.

"What a fart!" Dongfang Zhengpai shouted suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Meow asked.

"This is obviously aimed at Yan Chuan, madness? Lost? Independent study? The underwriting of the name? Tossing around? Isn't this cursing Yan Chuan?" Dongfang Zhengpai angrily said.

"Meow, that bastard is not a thing!" Meow suddenly looked towards the distance angrily.

Dongfang Zhengpai and Miao Miao are very angry outside the Oriental Hall.

In the distance at the Yongdian Temple, it is a compliment. Many Confucianists have also seen what this poem is about, but, Zi said, repaying grievances directly and repaying virtue by virtue. If you have grudges, don't avenge the non-gentleman

Chen Pingruo was so magnanimous that he repayed his virtue with grievances, which made the Confucians puzzled. Such a counterattack demonstrates the gentleman's demeanor.

In the compliment, Chen Ping faintly smiled and said: "Among the teachers' dísciple, he is at the bottom of the list, and he is also the one with the most literary talent. If you have any ideas, please feel free to comment!"

"Big Confucianism is humble!" All Confucianism cultivators said with a smile.

"It's just to throw a brick to attract jade. If you have a good article, you can also leave a pen. This time, I have prepared a hundred stone tablets for writing and writing pens, and erected here for generations to pay tribute to and write pens. , Must stay in the eternal name too!" Chen Ping said.

Chen Pingyi said that immediately countless people begin to stir, and some people in the heart keep recalling their previous verses, and they may be qualified to be on the monument!

Chen Ping squinted his eyes and smiled, inadvertently glanced at the East Hall opposite, and sat down proudly.

The first poem is not only for the purpose of holding bricks and attracting jade, but sometimes it is also the theme of a literary meeting. Aiming at Yan Chuan, it has been a long sword.

The following, no matter what the article is, is to increase the bargaining chip of the first poem, one by one, ashamed and unable to show one's face to the opposite Yan Chuan!