Chapter 470

For a time, there were countless practitioners gathered around the Yong hall.

It is not only a grand gathering, but also a fight between Sima Yuntian and Yan Chuan.

Inside Meng Rongrong hall.

"Thirty two great Confucians? Cultural Association? Is that a struggle for poetry? " Meng Rongrong frowned.

"Yes, miss, it's hard to find any money for the poems of great Confucians. This time, it's more than thirty-two great Confucians. It's unprecedented." One side of Changqing said.

"Yes, young lady, thirty-two great Confucians. With Sima Yun, a great sage, he has accumulated countless good poems. This time, I'll feast my eyes on him!"

"Miss, we are going to have a look too. How about you?"

Meng Rongrong frowned and said, "me? No interest, you go! "

"Good!" Changqing and others are excited to go out of the hall.

In the hall, Meng Rongrong's eyes showed a trace of disdain: "thirty two Confucians? Wen Dou Yan Chuan? Hum, a bunch of shameless people

With that, Meng Rongrong frowned: "what do I care about him for?"

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Julu hall!

"Summit culture club?" Meng Ziqiu, the head of the courtyard, was amused.

"In order to keep Sima Yuntian's image unchanged, they really made it. It's a pity!" Le Yi is funny.

They shook their heads as they drank.

Next to him, Lao Yan, the disciple who came to report, said: "what a pity, teacher?"

"It's too pretentious. Even if Yan Chuan is humiliated, he may not be able to recover that day's humiliation. If he is unfortunately defeated, ha ha, I don't know how they should end up!" Le Yi laughs.

"Lose? Is it possible? These thirty-two great Confucians have heard that Sima Yun, a great sage, traveled all over the world and wrote countless poems and articles all over the world! How can Yan Chuan win? " Lao Yan has a wonderful way.

"Yan Tao, who thought he would win the championship?" Le Yi asked.

"Er!" Old Yan stopped talking about it!

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three days later, in the evening.

On the Yongdian square, there are a large number of Confucians, nearly 10000. There are a large number of non Confucian people around.

Ten thousand scholars gathered to hold a summit conference.

At the same time, all the scholars looked at the lonely East Hall not far away, showing pity one by one.

Perhaps in the eyes of all the scholars, Yan Chuan would be humiliated by this literary Association. But just by the way, because a young boy is not worthy of talking about literature.

The gate of Yong hall was not opened.

But a few scholars have already carried a plaque to the direction of the Oriental hall.

"Fishing for fame? The plaque with the name of fishing for fame A Rushton recognized it.

"No, the reverse of the invitation?"

"Is this?"

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Many scholars talked about it. However, the plaque was sent to the Oriental Palace Square quickly.

"What are you doing?" The Eastern Orthodox School said in a deep voice.

"This is an invitation from Chen Ping, a great scholar, who asked me to send him a letter!" The scholar said respectfully.

"Asshole, is this an invitation?" The Eastern Orthodox School said in a deep voice.

With a little respectful courtesy, the Confucians left the plaque and turned around!

"Stop!" Exclaimed the eastern decent.

However, a few scholars did not stop at all.

"Invitation to your sister!" Meow meow when angry way.

"Fishing for fame? This is a slap in the face The Eastern Orthodox frowned.

"Go and see Yan Chuan!" The eastern decent turn to meow.

"Meow!"

Miaomiao immediately nodded, a person a cat quickly to the East Hall.

Open the hall and step into it.

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