Chapter 482
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
With Yi Feng's arrival, Yan Chuan was delighted.
Yan Chuan and Yi Feng were catching up outside the East Hall, which made the Scholars of the No. 60 Sect speechless. This was blatant disregard. You don't even care about the Scholars of the No. 60 Sect?
Chen Ping was about to glare at them.
Liu Zilu waved his hand and stopped Chen Ping's impulse.
Looking into the distance, Liu Zilu was slightly worried.
He waved his hand again.
A Scholar nodded.
Another giant stele appeared, and another scroll was gently hung up.
Wan Ru looked at Yan Chuan in the distance in confusion, but more than that, he looked at the second scroll excitedly.
The scroll slowly opened, and a wave of heat hit their faces.
Yellow light soared into the sky, and a large amount of yellow fog rushed out of the scroll. In the yellow fog, a different scene appeared.
A rolling desert! An endless expanse of scorching sun.
Although they were in Julu City, looking at the words, everyone felt as if they were in a desert.
This was not a painting, but a poem. It was a poem, and the words were used to describe a desert, which immediately attracted the admiration of the group of Confucian cultivators.
The desert stretched as far as the eye could see, and it was even bigger than the sea beside it. Although it was only two hundred feet in diameter, the scorching sun of the desert seemed to be evaporating the sea water beside it.
"Rumble!"
The momentum of the desert pressed against the shadow of the fierce general. The pressure of the cold and the heat reduced the shadow of the peerless warrior by half.
In terms of the momentum of the words, it had completely suppressed Yan Chuan's poem.
Liu Zilu showed a satisfied smile, and the Scholars were also very satisfied.
They looked at Yan Chuan in the distance again.
In the distance, Yan Chuan and Yi Feng's catching up was about to end.
"Yan Chuan, I have three more pieces of calligraphy here. Can you comment on them?" Liu Zilu shouted with satisfaction.
Liu Zilu shouted, and everyone looked at Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan and Yi Feng also slowly turned around.
Suddenly, he saw the sacred scenery outside the Yong Hall.
"Meow, Yan Chuan, your poem has been suppressed!" Meow suddenly shouted.
"My poem? They don't deserve to use my poems! "Yan Chuan said indifferently.
"Meow?" Meow looked at Yan Chuan curiously.
"Yan Chuan, this is Splendid Prose. What should we do? They have prepared five pieces of calligraphy! "Dongfang Zhengpai said worriedly.
"'The Magnificent Waves' and 'The Sands of the World'? Good poem! Julu City indeed lives up to its reputation. These two poems are truly formidable! "Yi Feng exclaimed in admiration.
Yan Chuan smiled faintly.
"However, Your Majesty's poem is also very domineering. This group of scholars is obviously here to cause trouble for Your Majesty. Does Your Majesty have any new poems?" Yi Feng's eyes flashed with anticipation.
Dongfang Zhengpai, who was standing at the side, immediately shouted, "How can it be that easy? The Qi Qi will appear when the brush is drawn, but the Qi Qi might not be as you wish. You have to use the Splendid Writing to control it.
"Meow, this group of baddies!" Meow suddenly said angrily.
"Moreover, every piece of Splendid Prose will be famous as long as it is born. Therefore, it is impossible to copy the previous works. Yan Chuan, you are in trouble now!" Dongfang Zhengpai said worriedly.
"Hehe, I have a lot of such works!" Yan Chuan said indifferently.
"Ah? No way! "Dongfang Zhengpai said in surprise.
"You all wait here. Yi Feng, follow me into the hall!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.
"Alright!" Although Dongfang Zhengpai didn't believe it, he still nodded.
Bai Long hugged the board that said 'Fishing for Compliments' and stood together with Dongfang Zhengpai. He watched as Yan Chuan, Yi Feng, and Meow walked back into the hall.
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