Chapter 474

"Wen GUI?" Nearly ten thousand scholars had a look.

All of a sudden, among the nearly ten thousand scholars, many of them turned their hands and gave a green light to their palms.

As soon as the green light came out, it flew into the sky and surrounded the Yongdian square. It's like countless ghosts flying.

"Is this?" Meow meow looks straight to the East.

"This is called Wen GUI. It is the resentful spirit that Confucians baptized with Haoran Zhengqi. After being baptized by Haoran Zhengqi, these resentment spirits have lost the memory of the past and have been taken in by Confucianism, which can reflect the quality of some articles!" The Eastern Orthodoxy explains.

"Meow, Wen GUI? How about cultivating ghosts Meow meow exclaimed.

"You can't be regarded as a ghost. If you don't have ghost spirit, you can be a kind of demon pet!" The Eastern Orthodoxy explains.

"Meow!" Meow doesn't understand.

In the distance, thousands of ghosts fly, flying to the four stone tablets, as if to feel the attraction of the inscription, surrounded by more than.

Wang Long also grabbed the brush.

He touched his beard and said with a smile: "I used to travel around the world with my teacher. I passed through a temple in the mountains. I felt a little bit of it. I hope you can comment on it together."

Wan Ru held his breath and waited.

Wang Long wrote on the stone tablet.

On the way to write, the original around the four stone tablets of Wen GUI, gradually flocked to Wang Long's place.

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deep in the white clouds is called Zen habitat, so I visited Yunguan to find out the question. Dense snow buried stream monk did not sweep, Shao Chun into the tree, birds sing light.

Three quiet rooms are still there, five years flow Yin also fast. This to Jiufeng should not be far away, jade jungle looking at Dan ladder.

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"Hoo!"

"Boom!"

The wind was blowing hard, and clouds were faintly rising all around.

Wang Long's writing was startled by the wind and rain, and suddenly overthrew the writings of the Confucians. If the Yongdian temple had been a bright moon, now the Yong hall would have been a round of Haori.

In Julu City, countless practitioners who didn't come here were awakened by the vision, and all of them regretted and ran to this place one after another.

Around Yongdian, there are more and more practitioners.

Writing down startles the wind and rain.

Before the end of the story, the original ghosts of thousands of Wen suddenly gathered together to Wang Long's stone tablet.

"Boo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo!"

"Boo Hoo Hoo Hoo!"

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In the sound of the wind, came the cry of the literary ghosts. The voice was very weak, but at the moment, Wan Ru was quiet and looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

"The wind and rain are startled when the pen falls, and the poem becomes a cry of ghosts and gods!" Suddenly, a scholar exclaimed.

"The wind and rain are startled when the pen falls, and the poem becomes a cry of ghosts and gods? Wang long, a great scholar, is true and true...! " A crowd of rushhoutons did not know how to describe it.

When looking at Wang long, all show fanatical worship.

This is the peak of the Confucian society.

Grand occasion!

"When it comes to light!"

"I have no regrets for what I have done today."

"The seventy-two disciples of Da Xian are really moving

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Wind and rain, ghosts cry, praise, exclamation, Yong hall around, noisy, around the practitioners, all moved.

The voice soars into the sky, showing the coldness of the East Hall at the moment.

"Kuang!"

The gate of the east hall was opened. A very disharmonious voice was sent to Yong hall.

"It's OK to make a fuss. How can I calm down to read when I'm in front of the hall?"

This voice is very rogue, very shocking!

Wang long, who had been flattered before, was suddenly stiff on his face and felt disgusted.

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