Chapter 487
Chapter Fourteen Fighting Chess
A large number of Confucianists have come forward to hang up a book for Yi Feng!
Yi Feng is also welcome, letting a group of Confucian scholars subscribe to the picture scroll just written by Yan Chuan.
"hong long long!"
The rocks are constantly being chopped. Pieces of stone tablets stand up, and the picture scrolls slowly hang on.
“bang! ”
Another beautiful and wonderful article appeared in the direction of Confucian scholars.
A vast snowy field. It is vast and spectacular. Ice-Cold Qi is coming out. Spotless, pure heart and lungs!
Chen Ping and the others have not had time to be happy, and another scroll unfolds on the opposite side.
"hong long long!"
Just like the sound of ten thousand horses galloping, the same chill is coming, the scroll unfolds, the white mist is soaring, and the same is endless snow, but Yi Feng Here, it was a big avalanche.
The snow is rolling, rolling in, in a vast imposing manner, I don't know how much better than the opposite.
"Good!"
"Spectacular!"
"Avalanche, like ten thousand horses galloping!"
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A series of praises, just from the perception, avalanche The imposing manner overwhelmed the snowy field.
"Impossible, why is there another one? This must be the previous one." Chen Ping exclaimed.
"No, look at the avalanche and volcano, these two, the ink is still wet!" Wang Long smiled wryly.
"The ink is still wet?" Suddenly many people cast unexpected expressions.
"Really, this ink is not completely dry, it is really just written!" Confucianism suddenly exclaimed.
"Yan Chuan entered the Oriental Palace just now, just for a while, right? I wrote two beautiful articles in succession?"
"Two articles? And two very conflicting landscapes!"
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Nearly ten thousand scholars, although literary style is better But many Confucian scholars, but for many years in Giant Deer City, this vision is still there.
With only two volumes of picture books, Yan Chuan's reputation is set to reverberate throughout Giant Deer City tomorrow.
"Impossible, show up again!" Chen Ping shouted angrily.
On the side of the sixty Confucian scholars, once again unfold a picture.
The vast prairie.
At Yi Feng, the third picture is unfolded, and the fire is raging, burning endlessly.
"Third Chapter? The ink is still wet, Third Chapter?" Nearly ten thousand scholars boiled.
Although the opposite is also a good article, it seems to be much worse than Yan Chuan's.
Yan Chuan's articles, each one is different? Is the style different?
Yi Feng stood aside and smiled slightly.
At this moment, nearly 10,000 Confucian scholars got up one after another, one by one, with anticipation and admiration, watching the scrolls of beautiful and beautiful texts being hung up high.
Fourth Volume, the sea in rainstorm!
Volume 5, Ten Thousand Stars Fall!
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When the tenth volume is unfolded At that time, there was no noise in all around, and some were just very quiet.
Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars have no words to praise.
Splendid text? Some people have never seen it in their entire lives, but at this moment, one by one, like Chinese cabbage, keeps popping up.
At this moment, everyone looked towards the Far East Hall, no more contempt.
Yan Chuan? This Yan Chuan does have the ability to reopen the academy.
Look at this article, ten articles, ten different styles?
11th article! Twelfth article! …………
An article begins.
The face of the sixty scholars is getting more and more ugly.
"How is this possible?" Chen Ping exclaimed.
"These hundred scrolls, will they not be beautiful and beautiful, right?" A great scholar said in horror.
"Impossible, someone else must have written it!" Chen Ping shook his head and refused to believe it.
"Splendid essays? No, as soon as the world's splendid essays are published, they will definitely spread throughout my four major academies. However, I have never seen these articles!" Wang Long shook his head.