Many scholars pushed and yelled, and some of the thirty-two scholars came out to write poetry.
The same is the spirit of the sky, brilliant, shining on the Yongdian square.
"Good!"
There were a lot of cheers, and then there were a lot of scholars who participated in the meeting. Of course, only those who can write noble spirit can have the courage to write.
A stele a stele standing up, a road of noble spirit rushed into the night sky, straight into the nine sky.
The four sides, countless onlookers and practitioners, were all amazed by this grand event.
The grand event has gradually entered.
At this time, another great scholar mentioned the word to an inscription.
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there are mountains and rivers in the universe, but we don't believe in sword flying and painting rock. The four characters xuanni had not spoken, but cherished the beautiful scenery and the foolish.
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the writings of great Confucians are also vigorous and vigorous.
"Hoo!"
A strong wind blowing across the four sides, the wind, with a trace of wet rain in general.
The wind blows to the whole Yongdian square, blowing a crowd of Confucian monks dancing green silk and waving their robes.
Square builders, a sudden silence.
"The wind and rain are startled by the writing?" Suddenly, a scholar exclaimed.
"The wind and rain of pen falling is really the wind and rain of pen falling! This, this
Many scholars were excited. This is a very high realm of calligraphy. Some Confucians can never reach the height of their lives.
The wind and rain?
"That's the" Oh "of the seventy-two disciples of Sima Yuntian
Nearly ten thousand scholars have shown their excitement. At this moment, everything seems to be pushed to the most. Wang long, a great scholar, is going to fight?
"If you have a literary ghost, you can take it out and judge your senior brother's articles!" Chen Ping said with a smile.
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