Chapter 540
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"Oh?" Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes.
This was the first time Yan Chuan had heard of this.
"Sima Yuntian. I haven't seen him for hundreds of years. He's really a genius. He's good at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. If Prince Yan hadn't competed with him, I'm sure he would have gotten the Investiture of the Gods! "Wen Ruo said confidently.
"How can you be so sure? Then tell me, what kind of person is this Great Sage Sima Yuntian? "Yan Chuan asked solemnly.
Yan Chuan had been prepared for this, and he had felt that victory was within his grasp. But now, he didn't expect Mr. Munro to praise Sima Yuntian so much.
"Sima Yuntian, Ao!" Mr. Munro said.
"Ao?"
"I don't know why, but there's a rule in the Julu Academy. The Sima family can't be the head of the academy. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't become the head of the academy. Sima Yuntian didn't feel good about it, so he gave up the position and traveled the world. I still remember what he said before he left!" Mr. Munro recalled.
"What did he say?"
"He said that when he returned, he would defeat all the heroes of the Julu Academy!" Mr. Munro said solemnly.
"Oh? That's interesting! "Yan Chuan's eyes flashed with anticipation.
"Anyway, Prince Yan, you have to be careful. Since I've promised the Saint, I'll do my best!" Mr. Munro said with a bitter smile.
From Mr. Munro's tone, Yan Chuan could tell that something was wrong. It was as if Mr. Munro didn't believe that he could win.
He didn't believe that he could win? Sima Yuntian? Was he really that powerful?
"Thank you!" Yan Chuan nodded.
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Julu City, on a huge floating island.
On the floating island, there was a large hall. The Hall of Sima!
Liu Zilu, Chen Ping, Wang Long, and a group of scholars stood on both sides.
There was a total of seventy-two white-robed Confucians. Their expressions were extremely respectful as they faced a man sitting on a chair in the north of the Sima Hall.
A middle-aged man in a green robe with a tall hat on his head appeared to be around 40 years old. He had a handsome face and a small mustache on his chin. His eyebrows were sharp like swords and his eyes were sharp. His hands were placed on the armrests and the middle finger of his right hand was gently tapping the armrest.
The middle-aged man looked at the center of the hall. There were a total of 60 chess sets and 101 calligraphy scrolls.
Great Scholar Liu Zilu stepped out of the ranks and said respectfully, "Teacher, these are all copied by us. At the pinnacle of the literary gathering, we have embarrassed teacher!"
The azure-robed man was Grand Paragon Sima Yuntian. With a wave of his hand, a feather fan appeared in his palm.
Mr. Munro also had one, but Mr. Munro's feather fan was white, while Sima Yuntian's was green, as if it was made of peacock feathers.
"Good writing! Good poem! Good poem! "Sima Yuntian suddenly laughed.
Sima Yuntian didn't blame his disciple. Instead, he felt like he had seen a hunter.
At this moment, another great scholar stepped out and said, "Teacher, I have also seen these poems. 101 pieces, 101 styles! It's really incredible! "
Sima Yuntian nodded and didn't object.
"Teacher, will this person be an obstacle to teacher?" Liu Zilu asked worriedly.
Sima Yuntian smiled and said, "Just these poems are not enough. There's no need to worry!"
"Yes!" All the great scholars were overjoyed.
"Teacher, I have also memorized these 60 chess sets. When the time comes, I will not disappoint teacher!" Another disciple said respectfully.
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