Chapter 489: Fighting Chess (3)

On the opposite side, the sixty Confucian scholars were extremely dark.
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, there must be plagiarism, there must be!" Chen Ping continued to read Yan Chuan's beautiful and wonderful articles, hoping to find a plagiarism.
But how can it be found?
Seventy! Eighty articles! Ninety articles! All are the first interviews.
Almost all Wanru stood on Yifeng's side. The sixty Confucian scholars reopened the peak literary meeting, completely making wedding dresses for others.
"Brother, let's go, today, we are completely defeated!" Wang Long said bitterly.
"Going? Take the plaque that my king gave, don't send it back!" Yi Feng suddenly smiled.
Bailong immediately squeezed the plaque of "Fame and Diaoyu" into the hands of a great scholar.
Looking at the white robe in his hand, the sixty Confucian scholars looked extremely ugly.
"boom!"
The one hundred beautiful and wonderful article hangs.
Hundred-volumes of wonderful texts seem to piece together a magnificent mountain and river.
"call!"
The Confucian cultivators were full of enthusiasm in their eyes, and some people were a little breathless when they were read by these wonderful articles.
One by one looked in the direction of the Dongfang Temple, it was more than worship, as if there was a master of literature sitting there.
Daehyun? Yan Chuan is Daxian!
In a short period of time, hundreds of beautiful and wonderful articles, if this is not Daxian, who is Daxian?
"Daxian, Yan Chuan, a model of my generation!"
"Yan Chuan, really great!"
"With this hundred words, you can move the world by yourself!"
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A group of Confucianists did not hesitate to praise their words.
The great Confucian scholars have been hit too much, and many people have to leave.
However, Liu Zilu stabilized, did not leave, but looked at Yifeng. If he really left this time, he would completely recognize the counsel. The 72 Confucian scholars would be completely discredited, and even Sima Yuntian would be taken away. Think of it as a reputation?
go? Can't go!
"Poetry, just one Er, Yi Feng? Would you dare to fight with me again?" Liu Zilu cried out.
When Liu Zilu drank, many of those who worship Yan Chuan cast contempt.
Liu Zilu's status as a Confucian scholar is too lost.
Did you lose like this? Still holding on to? Fight again? Want to find a place from other sources?
Liu Zilu didn't want to say that either, but he couldn't say it with the face at this moment. If he didn't say it at this moment, there would be no chance to fight back.
The great scholars looked at Liu Zilu unexpectedly, but quickly understood what Liu Zilu meant.
"Oh, I really opened my face to Sima Yuntian!" Dongfang Zhengpai suddenly smiled.
"what did you say?"
"Oriental decent, what do you mean?"
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The great scholars scolded.
The Eastern decent shrugged his shoulders and said no more, but the meaning in his words couldn't be more obvious. Who could not understand nearly ten thousand scholars? This is scolding them for shame.
More and more Confucianists showed contempt.
"How do you want to fight?" Yi Feng smiled slightly.
Yi Feng came here just to delay Yan Chuan, so that these great Confucian scholars would not be quarreling every day.
"Fight chess!" Liu Zilu said solemnly.
Yi Feng suddenly showed a weird smile and said: "My king guessed right, you really want to fight chess!"
Qin, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, just lost in poetry and essays, books, certainly do not dare to fight, painting, painting and books in many places have different tunes and the same skills, and many Confucian scholars must not dare, as for the qin, the most difficult kind If all Confucian scholars can do their best, the best is chess.
"Why? Scared?" Chen Ping exclaimed.
"It's not afraid, but I feel that you are quite sad!" Yi Feng said lightly.
It's sad?
All the great scholars were immediately choked by Yi Feng!
"Come on, I will also meet you to see how capable you are, so-called ‘big scholars’!" Yi Feng said lightly.
"Only you?" Chen Ping showed a trace of contempt.
In any case, just now it was just to help Yan Chuan write, not Yi Feng's own ability.
"What? Don't believe it again?" Yi Feng smiled.
The word "you" seemed to slap Chen Ping's face, again? Why do you say "again"?
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