Chapter 487

A large number of Confucian scholars have come forward to hang books for Yifeng!

Yi Feng was not polite. He let a group of Confucian scholars divide the picture just written by Yan Chuan.

"Boom!"

The rocks were constantly split, and the stone tablets were erected, and the painting scroll was slowly hung up.

"Boom

In the direction of great Confucianists, another brilliant essay appeared.

A vast expanse of snow. It's a magnificent sight. Cold air, straight out. Spotless, clean heart and lung!

Before Chen Ping and others had time to be happy, another volume of painting unfolded.

"Boom!"

Like the sound of thousands of horses galloping, the same cold air is coming, the picture unfolds, the white fog soars into the sky, it is also endless snow, but Yifeng side, it is a big avalanche.

Rolling snow, rolling, huge momentum, than the opposite how much stronger.

"Good!"

"Spectacular!"

"The land of avalanche is like a galloping horse!"

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A series of praise and drink, just from the observation, the momentum of the avalanche, on the snow.

"No way. Why is there another one? It must have been before. " Chen Ping exclaimed.

"No, look at avalanches and volcanoes. The ink is not dry!" Wang Long showed a wry smile.

"Wet ink?" All of a sudden, many people were surprised.

"Really, the ink is not completely dry. It's really just written!" Suddenly, a scholar exclaimed.

"Just now, Yan Chuan went into the Oriental palace, just for a moment? He wrote two wonderful essays in succession? "

"Two? And they are two very conflicting landscapes! "

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Although the literary talent of nearly ten thousand scholars can't compare with other great scholars, they still have this vision in Julu city for many years.

With only two volumes of painting books, Yan Chuan's reputation will surely resound through the whole Julu city tomorrow.

"No way, show it again!" Chen Ping said angrily.

On the side of the sixty great Confucians, a picture volume was opened again.

A vast expanse of grassland.

But Yi Feng, Yan Chuan's article, each one is different? Different styles?

Yifeng stood on the side smiling.

Nearly ten thousand scholars got up one after another at the moment, one by one with expectation and worship, looking at the volume of splendid essays being hung high.

Chapter 11! Chapter 12

One by one.

The face of the sixty Confucian became more and more ugly.

"How could that be possible?" Chen Ping exclaimed.

"These hundred volumes are not full of brilliant essays, are they?" A great scholar was afraid of Taoism.

"No way, it must have been written by someone else!" Chen Ping shook his head and refused to believe it.

"A wonderful essay? No, as soon as the world's splendid essays are published, they will surely spread all over my four academies. However, I have never seen these articles! " Wang Long shook his head.

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