After hearing the Confucian scholar's words, Ning Chen raised his foot and prepared to go down.

Seeing that Ning Chen was leaving, Wang Lin quickly stopped Ning Chen.

"Sir Ning, what are you doing?"

"I'll go down, I'll leave time for you." Ning Chen said to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin is willing to let Ning Chen go down,

Wang Lin knew Ning Chen's poetry talent.

Although Ning Chen said that he could do three saint-level poems in a row, Wang Lin didn't believe it.

But what if Ning Chen could make a poem with other saint-level artistic conception, wouldn’t the probability of condensing military souls be even greater?

"Mr. Ning is not annoyed now. I hope Master Ning should put the overall situation first." Wang Lin bowed his hands and bowed and said to Ning Chen.

Ning Chen helped Wang Lin up, then looked at the direction of Lin Dunxin and his group of censors and censors.

"What do you guys think?"

The ministers who provided Ning Chen with the [loyalty] point, although there was nothing on the surface.

But that mentality is really a bit boring.

Why did this happen at this time?

"Mr. Ning, the overall situation should be the priority." said Lin Dunxin, the censor, and the censor.

very good!

It's this kind of expression that you hate me, but you can't get rid of me.

Let’s look at the backstage and accelerate the transformation of [Loyalty].

Ning Chen was in a more comfortable mood.

Ning Chen looked back at the mentally retarded Confucian scholar who was arranged by the Zhu family, and said:

"No matter where your pen comes from.

Today I will let you see what is a saint of poetry.

What you and your master cannot do can only mean that you are stupid.

I was in a good mood today, so you insisted on stretching your face over and letting me step on it, so I will step on it.”

The Confucian scholar who was scolded by Ning Chen was scolded by Ning Chen.

I can't hold my face anymore.

"As a scholar, how can you be so vulgar!"

Ning Chen rolled his eyes and said, "Vulgarity is better than a bad pen."

Ning Chen really didn't want to show off today. He was a group of bad old men, plus this mentally retarded person.

Although I don’t know what kind of tricks this pen and the group of pens behind him have.

But Ning Chen is not a person who suffers losses. Not to mention actually suffers losses, it is not enough to suffer losses even if he says he suffers losses.

"You listen to the military minister. My first poem to decide the army."

"I lie in the lonely village without mourning myself, and I still think of guarding Luntai for the country."

"Lying late at night, listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the ice river come into my dreams."

Ning Chen's first poem has just been written with a righteous spirit.

With a "boom", thousands of golden lights burst out, accompanied by the roar of thunder and holy sound.

Needless to say, this must be a saint-level poem.

This made Wang Lin look happy.

When Ning Chen said the first two sentences, Wang Lin had already discovered it.

The artistic conception of Ning Chen's poem is completely different from the previous three poems.

Ning Chen's poem is appropriately used in the Tiger Power Army.

Any Hu Wei Army who is willing to stick to it is indeed like the first two lines of Ning Chen's poem.

Even though he is lying in an isolated village, he is still concerned about the court.

Wang Lin is happy does not mean that everyone is happy.

Some people represented by that Confucian scholar were very unhappy.

"It's just the level of a saint." The Confucian scholar who excited Ning Chen said sourly.

The golden light converged, but the thunder sound of the holy path did not stop.

Then a picture of an iron horse and a glacier appeared in the void.

At the same time, the waves of fluctuations stirred in the iron horse ice river made everyone present feel drowsy.

"Hurry, fast, this is a poem about the holy Tao. The dreams in the poem can break the magic of dreams. Use this poem as the first poem to determine the army!"

Zhao Zizhan was the first to react. Because he was too excited, his flesh on his body was trembling when he spoke.

This is what Ning Chen wanted. Originally, Ning Chen wanted to write (copy) the title of Wujiangting, but Ning Chen thought that maybe the dream of this poem would be helpful. Now it seems that he was thinking right.

After Zhao Zizhan reminded him, Wang Lin quickly took out the tiger talisman of the Tiger Power Army.

This is a tiger talisman that was re-forged for the Tiger Power Army.

The materials used are the same as the jade seal of the kingdom.

It can also carry luck and condense military spirits.

Wang Lin held the tiger talisman in both hands and respectfully presented a great gift to Ning Chen: "Please give me a poem!"

The reason why Wang Lin gave the great gift was because Ning Chen would give up the copyright of this poem next.

Give this poem to the Huwei Army.

Although everyone knows that the author is still Ning Chen.

But the subsequent benefits of this poem have nothing to do with Ning Chen.

It is equivalent to the military luck of Huwei and bought out this poem.

You can appreciate this poem in the future, but you can't use it if you want to use it.

"go!"

Ning Chen pointed his finger, and the iron horse ice river suddenly turned into a river of ice and entered the military talisman of the Tiger Power Army.

The military talismans of the Huwei Army absorbed the glacier and became much brighter.

At the same time, all the Huwei Army felt that there was an iron horse and ice river in their souls.

Anyone who wants to attack their souls will be counterattacked by the Iron Horse Glacier.

Moreover, this defense ability is not only affected by individual strength.

If there are enough numbers of people gather together, the power will be huge.

At this moment, the tiger troops in Wuwei Mansion were trapped in many dreams.

The scene of an iron horse and a glacier also appeared in the soul.

A stern icy and snowy land, a glacier that has been frozen into ice and extends to more than anywhere else.

On the glacier, war horses wearing mail galloped on the glacier without being affected by the ice and snow at all.

On the war horses, the soldiers of the Tiger Power Army who were dreaming of were sitting.

The bitter cold instantly awakened them from the deep dream.

The power of the tigers who woke up from the deep dreams found that they had not returned to reality.

They are still in their dreams, but their dreams are already controllable at this time.

"What's wrong with Guoyi?" A captain still didn't know the situation and asked the captain Guoyi who was sitting in front of him.

"I don't know what's wrong, but we should still be in the dream demon's dream.

Now that we have regained consciousness in our dreams, we will fight out along this glacier.

I can feel that as long as we break out of this ice river, we can naturally wake up.

Today is the big day for our Huwei Army. Our Wuwei Mansion will never embarrass the Huwei Army, and we will never let history repeat itself.

Brothers, kill me!"

"Tiger power, tiger power!"

The more than 300 tiger-powered troops behind him shouted in unison.

Then, on the ice river, the iron horses neighed, and the commander of Wuwei Mansion, with the three hundred tiger troops behind him, rushed towards the end of the ice river.

Although the wind is shining here, it cannot stop the iron horse from the slightest.
To be continued...