The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Yes!"

"Zuo Qianqiu!" Bai Ditian said lightly.

"in!"

"You go to Yanchuan's hometown, collect all the information about Yanchuan for me, go and return quickly, this person is too evil!" Bai Ditian said solemnly.

"Yes!"

Julu City.

Chen Ping was the one who suffered the most when talking about Fengshen Temple in the whole city.

In the old days, when I returned to Julu City, under the momentum, the image of the 72 Great Confucianists overpowered the countless great Confucian groups in Julu City.

But today, the humiliated body is incomplete. The glorious image is completely ruined.

Sitting in a large hall, looking at the sign in front of him that said ‘Get Fame and Get Fame’, his eyes were bloodshot. Several times, the brand must be broken to vent the hatred.

"Whirring whirring!"

A lot of footsteps came outside the hall.

Immediately, thirty-one white Confucian scholars walked in.

"Junior Brother, what's going on?" The Confucianists shouted as soon as they entered the hall.

"Brothers, you have to call the shots for me, today...!" Chen Ping was bitter and bitter.

When they talked about the events of the day, many Confucianists were very angry.

"It's unreasonable, Xiao Xiao, who dare to compete with the master for the award of the gods?"

"Hmph, he is not only humiliating Junior Brother, but also humiliating all of our Senior Brothers and discrediting Master!"

"The arrogant villain!"

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A group of brothers scolded one after another.

But there are also some great scholars who look at the plaque written by Yan Chuan.

"Fame for fame? Haoran is righteous!" a big scholar said solemnly.

"Brother, Yan Chuan seems to have some ability!" said another great scholar.

"Brother, this hatred must be reported back, otherwise, our image will really be ruined! How can Master open up academy in the future?" Chen Ping worried.

"Yes, you can't just forget it!" The great Confucian scholars nodded one after another.

"Brother Wang Long, you are the 41st disciple of Master, and the senior brother of all of us. We are headed by you. What do you think?" Everyone looked at a gray-haired old man with great Confucianism.

Wang Long thought for a while, and finally nodded and said, "Yes, this matter can't be forgotten. We must suppress Yan Chuan's arrogance again!"

"Brother, I have an idea!" a big scholar suddenly said.

"Oh?"

"Before I came, I checked Yan Chuan's information, and I found some information. This Yan Chuan, according to his father Yan Tao's information, should be very young. Although he writes good characters, what about it? Can you pass us? Let's hold a literary meeting, and invite thousands of Confucianists in Julu City to participate, and literary friends, and then invite Yan Chuan to participate!" The great scholar thought for a while.

"Yes, yes, Yan Chuan can only point to crooked ways at best. Above the literary society, everything is described as heroes. Once everyone's poems and essays are published, Yan Chuan will have no place to show himself!" said another renminbi.

"Wenhui? Okay, just Wenhui!" Wang Long nodded.

"Also, bring a pen!" Wang Long said solemnly.

Chen Ping quickly handed out a brush.

Reversing the plaque of "Faming and Fishing", Wang Long solemnly wrote on it.

"Invitation!"

With two characters written, the hall is filled with awe-inspiring righteousness.

"At that time, give this plaque to Yan Chuan and let him use it as an invitation to participate in our literary meeting!" Wang Long wiped his beard and sneered.

"Brother wise, in this way, if Yan Chuan refuses to come, it means that he has admitted that he has made a good reputation. If he is willing to come, wait until I wait for the scholars and let him return with a plaque!" Chen Ping said excitedly.

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