Chapter 476

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"Yiyin!"

Yan Chuan wrote that a strong murderous spirit filled the whole square.

The original wind and rain, suddenly by Yan Chuan's stone tablet rushed out of the murderous spirit, forced the wind and rain to stop suddenly.

As soon as the murderous spirit comes out, all the people who sneer are cold in their hearts.

"Boom

In Yan Chuan's poems and essays, there are countless clouds and mists. Among the clouds, it seems that there is a figure of a hundred Zhang, a burly general, holding a long blade in his hand, carrying a knife, squinting at the front and cutting it.

Under the knife posture, people feel a pain of scraping bones.

Facing the other side, thousands of ghosts are crying? At the moment, the ghosts suddenly stopped their voices. Under the sword of Yan Chuan's poems and articles, they shivered one by one, and were terrified and inexplicable.

There are not countless noble righteousness, some are just in the clouds, a hundred Zhang peerless general killed with his knife, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he despised the heroes.

An inexhaustible domineering force gushed out.

For a moment, on the square, countless Confucianists were out of breath, and the thirty-two great Confucians were even bloodless.

Wan Zhan claimed not to raise the blade? Born to despise men?

A poem out, towering, majestic momentum, ten thousand ghosts stop crying! The wind and rain suddenly stopped! Even if the majestic and majestic spirit, in front of the general looming in the white fog, also changed to be the same.

"How does the pen show the weather?" Someone exclaimed.

That's a higher level.

The level that nearly ten thousand Confucians dare not even think about appears today?

The Confucians who used to ridicule Yan Chuan now look at Yan Chuan again. They are crazy!

Overbearing, overbearing words, overbearing poetry! This is Yan Chuan?

Dongfang zhengpaidun excitedly looks at Yan Chuan, turns to look at the thirty-two Confucians with no blood on his face. He shows a trace of disdain and says, "what's the writing? So happy? "

"You Chen pingdun blushed with anger.

But in front of Yan Chuan's poem, everyone can see clearly that there is no difference at all. It is not that there is not much difference, but there is too much difference.

The wind and rain of pen fall, and the weather of pen drop show, it is a world of difference. Even a fool can tell.

In front of Yan Chuan's poem and prose, which won the praise of thousands of scholars, is bullshit!

Thirty two great Confucians suddenly showed shame and indignation.

When Yan Chuan finished writing, he lost his pen.

The arrogance at the moment, in the eyes of nearly ten thousand scholars, is taken for granted, that is, unrestrained and uninhibited! This is the real master of Confucianism and Taoism.

Yan Chuan turned his head and looked at thirty-two Confucians.

Although excited, the Confucians in all directions dare not breathe for a moment. They look at Yan Chuan and thirty-two great Confucians in the center.

"Shame, don't come to me. It's hard to see and noisy to listen to!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

It's hard to see? The noise of listening?

It's like thunder exploding in the ears of thirty-two Confucians!

Yan Chuan, who are you talking about Chen Ping's face turned red.

Yan Chuan took a look at Chen Ping and looked up and down. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes seemed to say, "well, isn't this a disgrace?"

When Chen Ping saw Yan Chuan's eyes, he was depressed.

"Poof!" A mouthful of angry blood was angry.

"The plaque has been given to you, so don't send it back, take it back, and take it back for life." Yan Chuan said lightly.

He said, "invitation card" after a plaque. The four characters of "fishing for fame" are highlighted.

Fishing for fame and reputation!

It was solemnly sent to Wang long by Qinglong.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is my childe's calligraphy. It's a good collection!" Green Dragon light way.

"Poof!"

Another great Confucian was vomited by Yan Chuan's plaque.

"Let's go!" Yan Chuan turned around.

Step by step, fly to the East Hall.

All around, it was still quiet. Nearly ten thousand scholars and nearly one hundred thousand practitioners gave way one after another. The eyes are full of wonder.

At the moment, the thirty-two great Confucians, holding a huge plaque, wrote the words "fishing for fame and reputation". They were once again blinded by the four words above.

PS: two thousand words more, so it's a little late!

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