When the Black Treasure Mountain was surrounded and swallowed by the various races of the God-given Mountains and Seas, the Spring Festival, the grandest festival in the Shengyuan Continent, finally arrived.

Every household is decorated with lanterns, hanging Spring Festival couplets, preparing New Year's goods, and different Spring Festival delicacies are being made in various places.

On this day of universal celebration, there are also some people whose homes are not festive.

The families of the Great Confucian who were buried in the Sacred Valley kept everything simple this Chinese New Year's Eve and spent more time praying than celebrating.

On this day, the most lively place for the whole human race was not the densely populated Confucian City, not the capital of the Ten Kingdoms, but the place where Baling was renamed Yueyang.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, a grand Shengxing Wenhui will be held here.

The Shengyuan Continent is vast, and the places are far apart, this time there is no dragon clan to mobilize the sea eye, and the scholars from all over the country have come many days in advance.

As a result, there was a lot of traffic and people in Yueyang City, all waiting for the Shengxing Wenhui, all wanting to compete for a Shengxing blessing, and all wanting to improve in the Holy Dao.

For most readers, the Shengxing Bunkai is more important than any other literary club.

Yueyang City has long had guild halls from various countries, and the scholars whose families are not around cannot enjoy the reunion, in order to dispel the sorrow of homesickness, Yueyang City is full of literary clubs.

Qingguo has three guild halls in Yueyang City, and the one set up by the Zong family is the smallest, but the station is the most magnificent, a small garden with more than 30 houses.

Unlike the hustle and bustle in front of other halls, there are not many people in front of this Qinghui Pavilion, but every guest is either rich or noble.

The disciples of the Great Confucian, the children and grandchildren of the elders, the children of the family, the proud sons of the wealthy families, there are white clothes, and the lowest rank is Jinshi, and there is no one with a single rank or a lower rank.

After a short time, the guests of honor arrived, and the celebration of the Chinese culture in the hall officially began.

There were not many guests in the main hall of the hall, but there were more than 40 people, but the atmosphere was warm.

However, the host of this meeting, Zong Xueyan, the elder of the Zong family, dragged it out and delayed the last step of the meeting, announcing Wen Kui.

Most of the people in the room were calm, except for a few young people who were a little anxious. I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in Zongxue Yan's gourd.

As soon as midnight passed, the voices of the housekeepers outside suddenly came from outside.

"Scholar Ji Anchang is here. ”

Some of the young people in the hall looked puzzled, but those over 30 years old all looked happy and stood up to greet them.

A young man under twenty hurriedly stood up with his brother and asked in a low voice, "Big brother, this person's name is so familiar, who is it?" ”

"The Ji family of 'one with three champions, father and son with four bachelors' has forgotten?"

"Ahh At that time, he was still Hanlin when he went to the deserted ancient city, I was still young, and now he is a university scholar, I can't remember it for a while. ”

"I said that Mr. Zong was a little weird today, and he actually came to wait for this. It seems that there are other plans, you must know that more than 20 years ago, although he was far inferior to Li Wenying in literary warfare, he could be called the dragon who crossed the river in terms of poetry, even if Jian Meigong made the amazing "Wind and Rain Sword Poem", he was forced to suppress it. In the limelight of Qingguo back then, this one was not inferior to Fang Yun in Jingguo. ”

The young man said: "I have also heard about him, after he was promoted to a university scholar, he went deep into the ancient land of the deserted city to sharpen himself, he has not appeared for many years, I am afraid that he has already achieved something." But back then, he ......"

As for him, not to mention it again! As for him, not only has he achieved something, if you look at him carefully, although he is wearing a shabby university robe, he is actually a great Confucian. ”

"What?"

Many people nearby looked at the comer.

The man was in his early thirties, tall and thin, with a fair face and a kind expression, even if he was dressed in a shabby green robe, he could not hide his temperament.

Everyone looked at it, as if a towering sword mountain stood in front, its shape has the thickness of the mountain, and its meaning has the sharpness of the sword.

He had a deep scar on his left forehead.

Zong Xueyan was just a scholar, and he walked forward quickly, and said with a smile: "Scholar, you can underestimate Xueyan, he is now a great Confucian!"

That Ji Anchang arched his hand slightly, and said: "I have seen Senior Brother Xueyan, when the Holy Xingwen Meeting is over, the disciples will go to worship the ancestors!"

The atmosphere of the Wenhui was suddenly stunned.

Only then did many people remember that a famous disciple like Ji Anchang often had many teachers, and one of his teachers was Qu Hange, the former ten elders of the human race.

In that year, Fang Yunwen fought in Xiangzhou, Qu Hange ranked first among the ten jinshi, and the last one fought with Fang Yun, and finally died at the hands of Fang Yun, which became the famous name of Fang Yunwen in Xiangzhou.

Zong Xueyan sighed lightly, and then suddenly asked, "I don't know how many realms Brother An Changxian's "Song of Leaving the Sword" has reached?"

Many people were suddenly full of curiosity, at that time, Li Wenying's "Wind and Rain Sword Poem" and "Song of the Sword" were called the twin of the human race, although Li Wenying's "Wind and Rain Sword Poem" was not handed down, but it took the lead, and the realm was higher, Ji Anchang was young after all, and the realm of "Song of the Sword" was lower.

"I entered the ancient land of the deserted city, practiced asceticism and refined my heart, and often fought with the demon barbarians, every time I fought, I must use the "Song of the Sword", and now I ......"

Ji Anchang paused for a moment and raised his head slightly.

"It's all over the place. ”

The room exclaimed.

Ji Anchang smiled slightly and said, "And not long ago, it turned into jade." ”

Everyone was even more surprised, Wenyu only appeared recently, and everyone knows that Wenyu is terrible, the Jinshi war poems of the four realms are equivalent to the Great Confucian war poems, but they are stronger than the ordinary Confucian war poems, if Wenyu is completed, almost a great Confucian war poem, which can be called the invincible Great Confucianism.

Zong Xueyan suddenly sighed lightly and said, "An Chang, the aura around you is not like a new Confucian. ”

"I've entered a realm of self-cultivation. ”

The house was full of silence.

Zong Xueyan laughed after being shocked: "Hahaha! Okay! Okay! Okay! Anchang, this Wenhui is all up to you! It's a pity that Fang Yun is not there, otherwise you will suppress Li Wenying first, and then Fang Yun will be famous all over the world." ”

Ji Anchang shook his head lightly and said, "I have been cultivating for many years and have not interacted with people, and I have only recently learned that there is a Fang Xuan Saint. This man is indeed better than me when I was younger, but he is too young now. If he was there, I wouldn't be able to do the technical pressure, but I could still do it. As for Li Wenying......"

A complicated look appeared on Ji Anchang's face, and then he said with pride and ambition: "When the Shengxing Wenhui is held, it will be the day when his literary reputation will be lost!"

Those who knew what happened back then were all silent.

At that time, Li Wenying was a scholar in Qingguo, and Ji Anchang was high-spirited at the beginning, but in the last battle, he was timid and fled first, which became a stain on his life.

However, this person is talented and intelligent, and he was still successfully promoted to a university scholar, and then entered the deserted ancient land, determined to defeat Li Wenying, ascetic ancient land, and refined his mind, even if he was promoted to Confucian, he did not show up, until his strength was firmly in the realm of self-cultivation, and he returned to the human race.

After leaving the deserted ancient city, he came to Yueyang City as soon as possible, and he didn't even change into a Confucian purple robe. Li Wenying and Fang Yun are also teachers and friends, if they can defeat Li Wenying, they can not only avenge the humiliation of Li Wenying, but also slightly avenge the murder of the teacher.

"When Fang Yun returns from the Burial Sacred Valley, he may have become a great Confucian, I will fight against him and recapture Xiangzhou!" Ji Anchang's fighting spirit was like fire.