"The old man wants to find a way to try to help you get it. Ishihara River said: "But you also have to do something, last night's big battle, you have to write a recital, the old man will help you hand it over, and then the remnants of those magic trees will be teleported out, and I will hand them over to the imperial court, so that all the princes and Your Majesty in the court can see your achievements."

They need to understand that this time it may be a temptation of the demon clan, the strength of the Seven Killing Department is strong, and the methods are weird, they must have a way to bypass the heavenly fire and attack our dynasty, so the court needs you. ”

Song Zheng nodded: "Okay." ”

One of the big advantages he has over the Tiger Soldiers is that he is a scholar. At that time, Wu Xiu Hu Jiaobing had a special headache every time he wrote a chapter, he spent 300 yuan a year and raised a staff member to help him deal with these official documents - just ordinary people, not monks, 300 yuan a year is an extremely expensive price, it is conceivable how far Hu Jiaobing is suffering from copywriting.

But Song Zheng didn't pick up the brush for a long time, and he got used to it - he was used to holding the sword, and picked up the pen again - he wrote a few words, looked left and left, and felt a little ashamed, ashamed of his poetry and book heirloom, so he tore up and rewrote, practiced the words for a while, he spread out the chapter, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and sprinkled 3,000 words, all in one go.

And then...... He was still a little unsatisfied, put down the brush, and involuntarily remembered the picture of reading with his father back then, and the feeling of admiration rose in his heart, and his eyes were a little sour.

He was stunned for a moment, blew dry the ink and sealed it, and then shouted, and a personal soldier came in from outside and handed him the remains of the demon tree that had been prepared.

The Heavenly Eye Bone Talisman could be teleported, and he gave it directly to Ishihara.

Shi Yuanhe is a literary cultivator, the realm is extremely high, and the attainments of the article are also very deep, after receiving Song Zheng's cantata, he didn't say much at the time, and after closing the Tianyan bone talisman, he gave the cantata to Shui Yiqing first: "Yiqing, you help him take a look." He is a warrior, even if he has read some books before, he must have been abandoned, and he doesn't know how to write the chapter, you try to help him change it, the child who can cry has milk to eat, and if the chapter is well written, the court can pay attention to it. ”

"Good. Shui Yiqing agreed, took the piece and opened it to look at it. It was exactly noon, he was holding a red pen in one hand and ready to correct at any time, and in the other hand he was holding steamed steamed buns with spiritual grain, dipping them in hot sauce and eating them.

Ishihara River went out for something else, and when he came back, he couldn't help but smile when he saw Shui Yiqing looking at the music intently, his staff had always been conscientious. But then, he was surprised to see that Shui Yiqing dipped the spiritual food steamed bun in cinnabar, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite.

He opened his mouth wide and almost shouted. And as soon as the water was clear, I didn't feel anything, I ate this mouthful, dipped it in cinnabar, and took a bite!

He suddenly understood something, incredulously: "Wouldn't it?"

When he was young, he read and listened to some stories of the sages told by the great Confucian, including those who forgot to eat and dipped steamed buns in ink. But this is the first time he has seen real people and real things.

What does this mean? It shows that Song Zheng is extremely well written.

He immediately rushed up and pulled it over. Shui Yiqing was fascinated, and suddenly the music in front of him was gone, and he immediately shouted in annoyance: "Who is so presumptuous...... Ah, sir, you're ......."

Ishihara looked at it quickly, Shui Yiqing saw the steamed bun in his hand, suddenly understood, and smiled dumbly: "Unexpectedly, this kid really wrote a good article!"

Ishihara River guessed half right, Song Zheng is indeed not good at official documents. This piece of music was written completely as an article, and he was completely ignorant of some of the elements and taboos of the music. However, from the perspective of "article" alone, the words are concise, not impetuous, and the expression is extremely accurate.

It is only 3,000 words, and the holy decree several times after the heavenly fire fell, to his battle against the Ten Thousand Year Demon Tree last night, is clearly described, and the twists and turns are extremely exciting. The despair, struggle, pain, and longing for life are vividly expressed.

Ishihara River really didn't expect that there was such a literary talent hidden in the Huangtai Fort in the border fortress.

As soon as the water cleared, the two of them read the piece twice together, and remembered it for a long time.

They knew what was going on in Huangtai Fort, but they didn't know the details of what each decree had happened. This article by Song Zheng can often depict the thrill of the time in a few words, allowing the two to be immersive. After reading the cover volume, my heart was sad, and I had deep sympathy for those who were still alive in Huangtai Fort.

A normal person, even a monk, has the experience of near-dying once or twice in his life, which is thrilling enough, and may even form a demon, and he will not be able to break through in his life.

But these people in Huangtai Fort, represented by Song Zheng, have to do their best every time they have the holy decree and have experienced at least one life and death test, how painful should they be?

"Alas......" Shui Yiqing sighed and said, "My lord, this book has many deficiencies, and it has committed several taboos, but I don't know why, I just want to hand it to him without changing a word." ”

Ishihara River said approvingly: "That's exactly what it should be! This is the first-line soldier of Huangtai Fort, the survivors who have completely experienced every holy decree of Tianhuo, the words are splendid, and they can move people the most, and they should let those corpses in the court take a good look!"

Shui Yiqing said: "That...... Just hand it in?"

"Not a word!" Ishihara said, "Not only that, but also to spread it to the world!"

......

Ishihara River was annoyed in front of the emperor, and those close ministers deliberately withheld the piece he forwarded, and this delay did not know how many days, but Song Zheng's article slowly spread in the territory of the Hongwu Heavenly Dynasty.

......

In the evening, the wolf barracks ended the second drill of the day. Compared to ordinary sergeants, the drills of the cultivators were much more arduous.

The first thing to bear the brunt of is the military formation, Ishihara River asked for a "Great Flood Heavenly Wolf Array" for him, after the eight hundred recruits are proficient in drills, they can condense a three-hundred-zhang big Flood Heavenly Wolf Void Spirit, and now among this wolf soldiers, there are a lot of overhauls in the Ming Seeing Realm, and the strength of the Void Spirit is extremely strong, which is enough to confront the ninth-order strong species head-on.

In addition, there are also various arduous training in military cultivation, such as manipulating war swords, stone carving from ten zhang away, to improve the ability to control magic weapons, such as actual combat confrontation between the two armies, improving battlefield adaptability, and so on.

Two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon, the overhaul of the Ming Seeing Realm could still be held on relatively easily, and those who burned the cave realm were miserable, and Song Zheng shouted and ordered the disbandment, and dozens of people collapsed on the ground on the spot.

A flock of crows croaked and flew out of the Ember Mountain and circled over Huangtai Fort. Because there were so many dead people, there were more and more crows in the surrounding mountains, and although they could not pose any harm to the monks, they were very disturbing to scream all day long.

Several cultivators of the three realms of the Vein River Realm were also miserably trained, tired and out of breath, and their spiritual yuan was almost exhausted, and they were even more annoyed by the noise of these crows: "It's hateful, which of you still has the strength to kill these flat-haired beasts." ”

One of the monks stood up, glanced into the sky, and made a gesture with his hands in a gesture of drawing a bow and shooting arrows. A spiritual element wave spread out from him, and the spiritual light flashed, and a large bow of light and a long arrow of spiritual light appeared on his hands.

"Shoot in the sky!"

He drank clearly, his fingers scattered, the bow body trembled, and the spiritual light arrow shot into the sky with a thud. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the flock of crows, there was no fixed target, and it exploded with a bang, and countless fine filaments of light like cow hair flew in all directions, and those crows were just ordinary birds, how could they block the blow of the Dao technique? A scream fell from the sky, and the blood of the crows and the broken feathers were sprinkled all over the earth.

With one arrow, the crows were empty. Finally, there was no more irritation, and the cultivators let out a sigh of relief: "The roots of the ears are clean." ”

Cao Guling raised his head suspiciously, he seemed to see something in the spilled crow blood and pitch-black feathers. But when I looked closely, I found nothing.

Overhaul was cautious, let go of the spiritual sense and observed carefully, but still found nothing, the surroundings were clear, just because there were too many dead people, and the yin qi was a little heavy.

He shook his head, thinking that he might be too suspicious: "It's just a bunch of ordinary crows." ”

After dinner, the soldiers returned to the camp to rest, and in the evening, the crow feathers and blood that were sprinkled in the Huangtai Fort flickered with a faint glow in the dark night, and the black was red. From a high altitude, it looks like dark red lesions growing on the land of Huangtai Fort!

......

The next morning, when the hour came, the monks would wake up.

No one dared to slack off, the general soldier was extremely strict in governing the army, and he was late for the drill, but there were eighty military sticks waiting for him.

A cultivator rolled over, but involuntarily shook and fell to the ground with a thud.

The comrades-in-arms sleeping next to him immediately came with concern: "What's wrong with you......" suddenly his whole body went limp, and he also fell down. In the entire barracks, there were ten people, and seven fell in an instant!

Among the remaining three, one was Wu Chang, who hurriedly stepped forward to check that all the people who had fallen, their faces were dark red, their foreheads were hot, and they had fallen into a coma.

"What's going on? Hurry up and report to the commander-in-chief!"

Song Zheng was already waiting on the school grounds, he lived in the market, and only entered Huangtai Fort in the morning, and then he felt very bad, and he couldn't tell why.

Seeing that the time for practice was approaching, the school field was still empty. He had a calm face, his hands behind his back, and there were four Shi Yi standing beside him.

Wang Jiu looked around, stepped forward and whispered to Song Zheng, "Scholar...... Commander-in-Chief, something is wrong. ”

In the nearby barracks, more than a dozen people ran out in a mess, waving their arms and shouting at them from a distance, Song Zheng looked up and vaguely felt that there seemed to be some ominous omen, hanging over the entire Huangtai Fort.

Those people rushed to Song Zheng, knelt down with a thud, and said again and again: "General, go and save them......