Chapter 476 (1/2)

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”Yiyin!”

Yan Chuan wrote that a strong murderous spirit filled the whole square.

The original wind and rain, suddenly by Yan Chuan's stone tablet rushed out of the murderous spirit, forced the wind and rain to stop suddenly.

As soon as the murderous spirit comes out, all the people who sneer are cold in their hearts.

”Boom

In Yan Chuan's poems and essays, there are countless clouds and mists. Among the clouds, it seems that there is a figure of a hundred Zhang, a burly general, holding a long blade in his hand, carrying a knife, squinting at the front and cutting it.

Under the knife posture, people feel a pain of scraping bones.

Facing the other side, thousands of ghosts are crying? At the moment, the ghosts suddenly stopped their voices. Under the sword of Yan Chuan's poems and articles, they shivered one by one, and were terrified and inexplicable.

There are not countless noble righteousness, some are just in the clouds, a hundred Zhang peerless general killed with his knife, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he despised the heroes.

An inexhaustible domineering force gushed out.

For a moment, on the square, countless Confucianists were out of breath, and the thirty-two great Confucians were even bloodless.

Wan Zhan claimed not to raise the blade? Born to despise men?

A poem out, towering, majestic momentum, ten thousand ghosts stop crying! The wind and rain suddenly stopped! Even if the majestic and majestic spirit, in front of the general looming in the white fog, also changed to be the same.

”How does the pen show the weather?” Someone exclaimed.

That's a higher level.

The level that nearly ten thousand Confucians dare not even think about appears today?

The Confucians who used to ridicule Yan Chuan now look at Yan Chuan again. They are crazy!

Overbearing, overbearing words, overbearing poetry! This is Yan Chuan?

Dongfang zhengpaidun excitedly looks at Yan Chuan, turns to look at the thirty-two Confucians with no blood on his face. He shows a trace of disdain and says, ”what's the writing? So happy? ”

”You Chen pingdun blushed with anger.

But in front of Yan Chuan's poem, everyone can see clearly that there is no difference at all. It is not that there is not much difference, but there is too much difference.

The wind and rain of pen fall, and the weather of pen drop show, it is a world of difference. Even a fool can tell.

In front of Yan Chuan's poem and prose, which won the praise of thousands of scholars, is bullshit!