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All the officials anxiously begged Long Warring States.

Long Warring States didn't speak. Bei Mingshou said calmly: "When will the decisions made by the Holy One be changed in the morning and evening?"

"Huh?" The officials' expressions froze.

"It's not your turn to dictate what the Holy One has decided!" Bei Mingshou said calmly.

"Yes!" All the officials immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to say any more.

The Holy One didn't even ask for a replacement, so how could he just replace someone casually?

In the distance, Gongyang Sheng and others looked at Gu Hai, took a deep breath, and began to preside.

"Chess players, register here and start a two-by-two duel!" Ninth Young Master shouted coldly.

In an instant, a large number of Daqian's attendants quickly moved a large number of chess boards and opened an area for chess masters to place their stones.

"Calligraphers, please write here with the title 'Qi'. You can think about it. After you have thought about it, write it down quickly for the sage to judge!" Gongyang Sheng shouted.

A large number of attendants brought in desks, pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Of course, the topic this time is the verbal and written criticism of Gu Hai. I don’t know how many polite and dirty words were used to slander Gu Hai.

"Those who play the piano can think and compose music, and when the music comes out, they can play it for the saints to judge!"

"Those who paint Taoism can start painting, and when they are finished, they can be judged by the saints!"

Master Dingding and Liunian said solemnly.

"Yes!" everyone responded.

Regardless of painting, poetry, or music, they were all used to vent his anger for the saint and to attack Gu Hai. In just a short moment, Gu Hai seemed to face the attacks of all literary cultivators.

Playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and cultivating hundreds of thousands of literary masters, they attacked Gu Hai at the same time.

For a time, Gu Hai became the target of public criticism.

There are countless people in all directions. The cultivators looked at Gu Hai at this moment, feeling worried for no reason. What's wrong with the painting? The painting made the saint pregnant. Is it okay now?

If you want to kill 100,000 people by yourself, aren't you seeking death?
Chapter completed!