The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"oh?" Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes.

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 piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy. If there is no competition with Master Yan Young this time, I am sure he will get it. Fengshence!" Wenruo said affirmatively.

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

With the original preparations, Yan Chuan did have a sense of winning, but now, Mr. Wenruo didn't expect Sima Yuntian so respected.

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

"Ao?"

"I don't know why. Anyway, there is a rule in Julu Academy. People from Sima Family must not be Sect Master. Even if he works harder, he becomes a righteous Sima Yuntian felt very uncomfortable in the hospital, but he couldn't become a Sect Master after all. He resolutely gave up his position as director of the right hospital and wandered around the world. I still remember what he said before he left!" Mr. Wenruo recalled.

"What did he say?"

"He said, when he returns, the day when he defeats the talents of Julu Academy!" Mr. Wenruo said seriously.

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

"In short, Master Yan Young, you have to be careful, since I promised Saintess, I will do my best!" Mr. Wenruo said with a bitter smile.

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

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

"It's time to work!" Yan Chuan nodded.

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Giant Deer City, on a huge floating island.

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

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

A total of seventy-two white clothed Confucian scholars, with extremely respectful faces, face the man on a chair in the north of Sima Temple together.

An azure robe middle-aged man, with a tall hat on his head, about a mortal forty years old, handsome face, a small beard at the chin, eyebrows like swords, and eyes lingering , Put your hands on the armrests on both sides, the middle finger of your right hand gently tapped the armrests.

Middle-aged man looks at the center of the great hall. There are a total of sixty chess games and one hundred and one scrolls of calligraphy and painting.

Liu Zilu, the great scholar, came out and respectfully said: "teacher, these all are I am waiting for the copy, Peak Wenhui, I will be ashamed of the teacher!"

Azure robe man, It is the great sage Sima Yuntian. Sima Yuntian waved his hand and appeared a feather fan in his palm.

Mr. Wenruo also has one, but Mr. Wenruo's feather fan is white, and Sima Yuntian's is azure, which is like a peacock feather.

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

Instead of blaming dísciple, Sima Yuntian has a feeling of seeing others do what one loves to do, one is inspired to try it again.

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

Sima Yuntian nodded, there is no objection.

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

Slightly smiled, Sima Yuntian indifferently said: "These poems alone are not enough, no need to worry!"

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

"teacher, these sixty games of chess, dísciple also understands clearly in the mind, and will definitely live up to the expectations of the teacher!" Another dísciple respectfully said.