The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Oh?" Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes.

This is the first time Yan Chuan knows.

"Sima Yuntian, he hasn't seen him for hundreds of years. He is really a genius. He is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy. If there is no contest with Yan Gongzi this time, I am sure he will be able to get the idea of ​​the gods!" Wen Ruo is sure Said.

"Are you so sure? Then tell me, what kind of person is this great sage Sima Yuntian?" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

With the original preparations, Yan Chuan did have a feeling of winning, but now, he didn't expect Mr. Wen Ruo to admire Sima Yuntian so much.

"Sima Yuntian, proud!" Mr. Wen Ruo said.

"proud?"

"I don't know why, anyway, there is a rule in Julu Academy. People from the Sima family are not allowed to be the principal. Even if he works harder and becomes the principal of the Youyuan, he cannot become the principal after all. Sima Yuntian feels very uncomfortable. He resolutely gave up his position as the righteous courtyard house and wandered around the world. I still remember what he said before he left!" Mr. Wen Ruo recalled.

"What did he say?"

"He said, when he returns, the day he defeated the talents of Julu Academy!" Mr. Wen Ruo said solemnly.

"Oh? Interesting!" A glimmer of expectation flashed in Yan Chuan's eyes.

"In short, Master Yan, you have to be careful, since I promised the saint, I will do my best!" Mr. Wen Ruo smiled bitterly.

From Mr. Wen Ruo's tone, Yan Chuan suddenly heard something unusual, as if Mr. Wen Ruo didn't believe he could win.

Don't believe you can win? Sima Yuntian? Really so powerful?

"Thank you!" Yan Chuan nodded.

Julu City, on a huge floating island.

On the floating island, there is a hall, Sima Hall!

Liu Zilu, Chen Ping, Wang Long and other great scholars stood on both sides.

A total of seventy-two big scholars in white clothes, with extremely respectful expressions, faced the man on a chair in the north of Sima Temple together.

A middle-aged man in a green robe with a tall hat on his head. He is about forty years old. He has a handsome face, a small beard on his chin, his eyebrows are like swords, and his eyes are piercing. He puts his hands on the two handrails. , His right **** gently tapped the armrest.

The middle-aged man looked at the center of the hall. There were a total of sixty chess games and one hundred and one scrolls of calligraphy and painting.

The great scholar Liu Zilu came out and respectfully said: "Teacher, these are all copied from me, the pinnacle literary society, I am waiting to shame the teacher!"

The man in the green robe was the great sage Sima Yuntian. Sima Yuntian waved his hand and a feather fan appeared in his palm.

Mr. Wen Ruo also has one, but Mr. Wen Ruo’s feather fan is white, while Sima Yuntian’s is blue, which looks like a peacock feather.

"Good words! Good poems! Good words!" Sima Yuntian suddenly smiled.

Instead of blaming the disciple, Sima Yuntian had a feeling of delight in the hunt.

At this time, another great scholar came out and said: "Teacher, students have read these poems too, one hundred and one, one hundred and one styles! Really incredible!"

Sima Yuntian nodded without objection.

"Teacher, will this person be an obstacle to the teacher?" Liu Zilu worried.

With a slight smile, Sima Yuntian said lightly: "These poems alone are not enough, don't worry!"

"Yes!" The faces of the great scholars all showed joy.

"Teacher, these sixty games of chess, the disciples are also clear, and will live up to the teacher's expectations by then!" Another disciple said respectfully.

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