Chapter 472
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yong Hall, Peak Literary Gathering!
Close to ten thousand Confucian cultivators sat cross-legged, discussing poems with the 32 Confucian scholars.
Chen Ping stood up and stood alone.
"The purpose of today's Peak Literary Meet is not only to appraise the writings of us thirty-two brothers, but also to share with everyone if you have any good writings!" Chen Ping said with a smile.
Once Chen Ping said this, some of them became restless. Who didn't know how to write a poem or two? If they could use this opportunity to display their talents, they would be famous in Julu City tomorrow. Of course, writing a poem had its risks. If it was good, everyone would read it. If it was bad, one's reputation would be ruined.
However, even with the risks, many of them were still looking forward to it.
"For the first poem, let me attract the attention of others!" Chen Ping saw that some of them were restless and smiled.
Some servants carried a large amount of brush and ink. Some attendants hurriedly carried over huge steles that were thirty meters tall.
Chen Ping grabbed the brush, looked at the stone tablet, and immediately started writing on it.
As the brush landed, a white light suddenly appeared. The overwhelming righteousness under the brush emitted a dazzling light. The light was even brighter in the night. In Yong Hall, it was extremely dazzling.
In the distance, Dongfang Zhengpai and Meow from Dongfang Hall stood by the side and watched.
"Just writing about the overwhelming righteousness, that's all!" Meow said disdainfully.
Meow was disdainful, but the tens of thousands of Confucian cultivators in the distance applauded.
On the stone tablet, a poem was written in the blink of an eye.
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Crazy born, down and out, I have become an old man. Independent study, I enjoy the night breeze. Seeking fame from the bottom of my brush, I throw it into the wild!
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After the poem was written, the overwhelming righteousness around the stone tablet shot into the sky. White light shot out in all directions.
"Good!"
In the distance, the Confucian cultivators shouted in admiration.
"Good my ass!" Dongfang Zhengpai shouted.
"What's the matter?" Meow asked.
"This is obviously directed at Yan Chuan. Crazy born? Down and out? Independent study? Seeking fame from the bottom of my brush? Throwing it away? Isn't this scolding Yan Chuan? "Dongfang Zhengpai said angrily.
"Meow, Meow, that bastard!" Meow also looked angrily into the distance.
Dongfang Zhengpai and Meow outside of Dongfang Hall.
In Yong Hall in the distance, Yong Hall.. Many Confucian cultivators understood the meaning of the poem. the poem: Confucius, Confucius, Confucius, Confucius..... He was not a gentleman if he did not take revenge.
... of the Confucian cultivators. if Chen Ping.... Such a counterattack showed the demeanor of a gentleman.
Amidst the compliments, Chen Ping smiled faintly and said, "Among Teacher's disciples, I'm ranked last, and I'm also the one with the least literary talent. If anyone has any thoughts, feel free to comment!"
"Great Confucian, you are too modest!" The Confucian cultivators all laughed.
"I'm just throwing a brick to attract jade. If anyone has any good writing, you can also leave your writing. This time, we've prepared a hundred stone tablets for those who have good writing. We'll erect them here for all generations to admire. Those who leave their writing will definitely leave their names in history!" Chen Ping said.
The moment Chen Ping said that, many people started to think about their poems to see if they were qualified to be on the stone tablet.
Chen Ping squinted his eyes and smiled. He inadvertently glanced at the Eastern Palace Hall across from him and slowly sat down proudly.
The first poem wasn't just to attract the attention of others. Sometimes, it was the theme of a literary gathering. It was aimed at Yan Chuan and had already pointed his sword at him.
Next, no matter what kind of article it was, it was all for the sake of the first poem. One poem after another, he wanted to suppress Yan Chuan until he was unable to show his face!
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