Chapter 540

"Oh?" Yan Chuan's eyes narrowed.

This is the first time Yan Chuan knows.

"Sima Yuntian, I haven't seen him for hundreds of years. He is really a genius. He is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I'm sure that if there is no fight between Yan and him this time, I'm sure he will get the policy of giving up gods! " Wen Ruo said definitely.

"Are you so sure? What kind of person is Sima Yuntian Yan Chuan is serious.

With the original preparation, Yan Chuan had a sense of winning. But now, I didn't expect that Mr. Wen Ruo praised Sima Yuntian so much.

"Sima Yuntian, proud!" Said Mr. Wenruo.

"Proud?"

"I don't know why. Anyway, there is a rule in Julu Academy. Sima's family members are not allowed to be the head of the Academy. Even though he tried hard to become the leader of the right courtyard, he could not become the master. Sima Yuntian was very upset. He resolutely gave up his position as the rightist and wandered around the world. I still remember what he said before he left!" Mr. Wenruo recalled.

"What did he say?"

"He said that when he came back, he would defeat all the sages of Julu academy!" Wen Ruo said solemnly.

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

"In a word, Mr. Yan, you should be careful. Since I have promised the saint, I will try my best." Wen Ruo said with a bitter smile.

From Mr. Wen ruo's tone, Yan Chuan suddenly heard a trace of unusual, as if Mr. Wen Ruo did not believe that he could win.

Don't believe you can win? Sima Yuntian? Is it really so powerful?

"Thank you Yan Chuan nodded.

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julucheng, a huge floating island.

Floating island, a hall, Sima hall!

Liu Zilu, Chen Ping and Wang long stood on both sides.

A total of 72 great Confucians in white, with extremely respectful faces, faced a man on a chair just north of Sima hall.

A middle-aged man in a green robe, wearing a tall hat, is about 40 years old. His face is handsome. He has a small beard on his chin. His eyebrows are like a sword. His eyes are sharp. His hands are on the handrails on both sides. The middle finger of his right hand gently taps the handrail.

The middle-aged man looked at the center of the hall, a total of 60 games of chess, and 101 volumes of calligraphy and painting.

Liu Zilu, a great scholar, respectfully said: "teacher, these are all copied by us. We have disgraced our teacher in the peak Literary Association."

The man in green robe is Sima Yuntian, the great sage. Sima Yuntian reaches out and waves his hand. There is a feather fan in the palm.

Mr. Wen Ruo also has one, but Mr. Wen ruo's feather fan is white, while Sima Yuntian's is blue, which is like the refined peacock plume.

"Good word! Good poetry! Good words Sima Yuntian suddenly said with a smile.

Instead of blaming his disciples, Sima Yuntian had a feeling of delight in hunting.

At this time, another great Confucian came out and said: "teacher, these poems, students also read, 101 articles, 101 styles! It's incredible! "

Sima Yuntian nodded, no objection.

"Teacher, will this person become a teacher's hindrance?" Liu Zilu worried.

With a smile, Sima Yuntian said faintly: "these poems are not enough. There is no need to worry about them!"

"Yes The faces of all the great Confucians were beaming with joy.

"Teacher, these sixty games of chess are well understood by my disciples, and I will certainly live up to the expectations of the teacher." Another disciple respectfully said.

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