Chapter 474
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"Literary ghosts?" The ten thousand Confucian cultivators were surprised.
Immediately, many of the nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators flipped their hands and green lights appeared in their palms.
The green lights flew into the sky and circled around the square of the Yong Hall. It was as if countless ghosts were flying around.
"This is?" Meow looked at Dongfang Zhengpai.
"This is called literary ghosts. They are vengeful spirits that have been baptized by the righteous energy of the Confucian cultivators. After these vengeful spirits were baptized by righteous energy, they lost their memories and were taken in by the Confucian cultivators. They can sense the good and bad of some writings!" Dongfang Zhengpai explained.
"Meow, literary ghosts? The Confucian cultivators are raising ghosts? "Meow was surprised.
"You can't be considered a ghost anymore. You have no ghost energy and are tainted with literary energy. You can be a kind of demon pet!" Dongfang Zhengpai explained.
"Meow!" Meow seemed to understand.
In the distance, thousands of ghosts flew towards the stone tablet. They seemed to be attracted by the words on the stone tablet and circled around.
At the same time, Wang Long also picked up a brush.
He stroked his beard and smiled, "In the past, I traveled the world with my teacher. When I passed by a mountain temple, I had an epiphany. I hope everyone can comment on it!"
The Confucian cultivators held their breath and waited.
Wang Long picked up the brush and started writing on the stone tablet.
As he was writing, the literary ghosts that were circling around the stone tablet gradually swarmed towards Wang Long.
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Deep in the white clouds is called Zen, I visit the Cloud Pass to find the problem. The dense snow buries the stream, the spring enters the trees, the birds sing.
The three quiet rooms are still there, the Five Carrier Flow is also fast. The Eagle Peak is not far, the jade forest looks at the pill ladder.
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"Whoosh!"
"Rumble!"
Strong winds blew, and the surroundings were vaguely covered in clouds.
Wang Long's brush strokes shocked the wind and rain, instantly suppressing the writings of the Confucian cultivators. Righteous energy soared to the sky. If the Yong Hall was a bright moon before, the current Yong Hall was a blazing sun.
In Julu City, countless cultivators who did not come were awakened by the strange phenomenon. They all regretted and rushed over.
More and more cultivators gathered around the Yong Hall.
The brush strokes shocked the wind and rain.
It was not over yet. The thousands of literary ghosts gathered around Wang Long's stone tablet.
"Wu wu wu wu wu wu wu!"
"Wu wu wu wu wu!"
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Amidst the wind, the cries of literary ghosts could be heard. His voice was very weak, but at this moment, Wan Ru was quietly standing to the side, watching this scene in shock.
"When the brush falls, it stirs the wind and rain; when the poem becomes, it cries the gods and ghosts!" Immediately, a Confucian cultivator cried out.
"When the brush falls, it stirs the wind and rain, and when the poem becomes a ghost and god? The Great Confucian Wang Long is really, really …! "The Confucian cultivators were at a loss for words.
When they looked at Wang Long, they all revealed fanatical worship.
With the release of this article, tonight's Literary Gathering reached its peak. Countless Confucian cultivators felt their blood boil.
What a grand occasion!
"Let's have a toast!"
"I have no regrets for what I have done today!"
"The seventy-two disciples of Virtuous Paragons are indeed capable of moving the heavens!"
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The sound of wind and rain, the cries of ghosts, praises, and exclamations filled the air around Yong Hall. The cultivators who had rushed over were all moved.
His voice soared into the sky, accentuating the coldness of the Eastern Palace Hall.
"Kuang!"
The doors of the Eastern Palace Hall opened with a bang. An extremely discordant voice sounded in the direction of the Yong Palace.
"It's fine if you're just playing to the gallery, but you're making a ruckus in front of my palace. How am I supposed to calm down and read?"
This voice was very hooligan, and very shocking!
The face of the Great Confucian Wang Long, who had been flattered, suddenly stiffened. He felt disgusted.
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