Chapter 2262

When black Baoshan was surrounded and swallowed up by all ethnic groups given by God, the Spring Festival, the biggest festival in Shengyuan continent, finally came.

Every household is decorated with lanterns, hung with Spring Festival couplets and prepared with new year goods. All localities have begun to make different spring festival delicacies.

On this day of universal celebration, some people's homes are not happy.

The families of the great Confucians buried in the holy Valley kept things simple on this new year's Eve and spent more time praying rather than celebrating.

On this day, the most lively place of the whole people is not the densely populated Kong City, not the capital of the ten countries, but a place renamed Yueyang by baling.

On the tenth day of the first month, a grand holy apricot cultural meeting will be held here.

The Shengyuan continent has a vast territory and is far away from each other. This time, there is no longzu to mobilize Haiyan. Scholars from all over the world came many days in advance.

Therefore, Yueyang City is full of traffic and people. They are waiting for the holy apricot Culture Association, trying to win a holy apricot blessing, and trying to make progress in the holy way.

For most readers, the holy apricot club is more important than any other club.

Yueyang City has long had clubs of various countries. Scholars without their families can't enjoy reunion. In order to relieve the sadness of homesickness, there are cultural clubs everywhere in Yueyang City.

Qingguo has three guild halls in Yueyang City. The clan's guild hall is the smallest, but the residence is the most magnificent. It is a small garden with more than 30 houses.

Different from the hustle and bustle in front of other guild halls, there are not many people in front of the Qingguo guild hall, but every guest is either rich or expensive.

The disciple of the great Confucian, the grandson of the old cabinet, the son of an aristocratic family and the proud son of a rich family, has white clothes and the lowest literary rank is Jinshi. There is no one who raises people or has a lower literary rank.

Not long after, the guests of honor arrived together, and the Qingguo cultural conference in the guild hall officially began.

There were not many guests in the main hall of the guild hall, but there were more than 40 people, but the atmosphere was warm. Push cups and change lamps. It was not long before midnight.

However, Zong Xueyan, the host of the conference and the elder of Zong's family, delayed the last step of the conference and announced Wen Kui.

Most of the people at the meeting were calm, but only a few young people were anxious. I don't know what medicine Zong Xueyan sells in his gourd.

After midnight, suddenly came the voice of a servant outside.

"Mr. Ji Anchang is here."

Some young people at the meeting showed a look of doubt, but all the people over 30 showed a happy face and got up to meet each other.

A young man under 20 quickly stood up with his brother and asked in a low voice, "brother, this man's name sounds familiar. Who is it?"

"The Ji family of 'three top scholars in a school, four bachelor's degrees from father and son' forgot?"

"Ah? I remember! He was the top scholar more than 20 years ago, and he once wrote a war poem handed down by scholars, which shocked the world. I paid homage to him and learned the first war poem not long ago when I went to the holy temple. When he went to the barren city and ancient land, he was still a Hanlin. I was still young. Now he is a great scholar, and I can't remember it for a moment."

"I said Mr. Zong was a little weird today. He came to wait for him. It seems that he has another intention. You know, more than 20 years ago, although he was far inferior to Li Wenying in literary war, he can be called a dragon crossing the river in poetry. Even if Jianmei Gong made that amazing poem of wind and rain sword, he was forced by him. He was no less popular in Qingguo than Fang Yun in Jingguo."

The young man said, "I've heard of him. After he was promoted to a university scholar, he went deep into the wasteland and honed himself. He hasn't appeared in the world for many years. I'm afraid he has achieved something. But he was..."

"Shut up, you can't mention that again! As for him, he has achieved more than success. Look at him carefully. Although he is wearing a worn-out scholar's green robe, he is actually a great Confucian."

"What?"

There are many people nearby.

The man's face was only in his early thirties. He was tall and thin, white and kind. Even his shabby green robe could not hide his temperament.

When people look at it, it looks like a towering sword mountain standing in front. Its shape is as thick as a mountain and its meaning is as sharp as a sword.

There was an inch scar on his left forehead, which was very deep.

Zong Xueyan is just a great scholar. He walked forward quickly and said with a smile: "great scholar? You underestimate Xueyan. He is a great Confucian now!"

Ji Anchang bowed his hand slightly and said, "I've seen senior brother Xueyan. When the holy apricot culture meeting is over, the unworthy disciples will go to worship their ancestors!"

The atmosphere of the meeting suddenly froze down.

Many people just remembered that Ji Anchang, a famous son, often had many teachers, and one of his teachers was Qu hangge, the ten old scholars who used to be a Terran.

At that time, when Fang Yun fought against Xiangzhou, Qu hangge ranked first among the ten Jinshi. He was the last to fight with Fang Yun and finally died at the hands of Fang Yun, which made Fang Yun's war Xiangzhou famous.

Zong Xueyan sighed, and then suddenly asked, "how far has the song of leaving the sword by the virtuous brother of Anchang come?"

Many people were immediately full of curiosity. At that time, Li Wenying's "wind and rain sword poem" and "Lijian song" were called the double talents of the human race. Although Li Wenying's "wind and rain sword poem" was not handed down, it took the lead and reached a higher level. Ji Anchang was young after all, and the level of "Lijian song" was lower.

"I went to the ancient wasteland to practice austerity and temper my heart. I often fought with demons and barbarians. Every time I fight, I must use the song of leaving the sword. Now..."

Ji Anchang paused and raised his head gently.

"It has reached the four realms."

The hall was full of exclamations.

Ji Anchang smiled and said, "and not long ago, it turned into jade."

People were even more surprised. Wen Yu only appeared recently, and everyone knew that Wen Yu was terrible. The Jinshi war poetry in the four areas was equivalent to the great Confucian war poetry, but it was stronger than the ordinary great Confucian war poetry. If Wen Yu became a great Confucian war poetry, it would almost be an invincible great Confucian war poetry.

Zong Xueyan suddenly said, "Anchang, your breath is not like the new Confucianism."

"I have entered a state of self-cultivation."

The hall is quiet.

Zong Xueyan was surprised and laughed: "ha ha! Good! Good! Good! Anchang, this cultural meeting depends on you! Unfortunately, the luck is not there. Otherwise, you will surprise the world by pressing Li Wenying first and then the town."

Ji Anchang shook his head gently and said, "I've been practicing hard for many years and don't get in touch with people. Recently, I learned that Fang Xusheng is really better than me when I was young, but now he is too young. If he was here, I can't do technical pressure, but I can still do it. As for Li Wenying..."

Ji Anchang's face showed a complex look, and then he was full of ambition and said, "when the holy apricot literature meeting was held, it was the day when his literary name died!"

Those who know about the events of the year are silent.

At that time, many scholars in Li Wenying's literary war to celebrate the country, Ji Anchang was full of fighting spirit at the beginning, but in the last war, he was timid and fled first, which became a stain on his life.

However, he was gifted and intelligent. He was still promoted to a bachelor. After that, he entered the barren city and ancient land, determined to surpass Li Wenying, practiced austerity in the ancient land, and clearly determined to refine his mind. Even if he was promoted to a great Confucian, he didn't show up until his strength was stable in the realm of self-cultivation, he didn't return to the Terran.

After leaving the barren city and ancient land, he came to Yueyang City for the first time, and didn't even change the purple robe of the great Confucian. Li Wenying and Fang Yun are also teachers and friends. If they can defeat Li Wenying, they can not only revenge the humiliation of Li Wenying, but also revenge the killing of the teacher.

"When Fang Yun returns from the burial Valley, he may have become a great Confucian. I will fight with him and recapture Xiangzhou!" Ji Anchang's fighting spirit is like fire in his eyes.