"I will try my best to help you get it." Shi Yuanhe said: "But you also have to do something. For the battle last night, you have to write a memorial. I will help you hand it over, and then those magic trees Send some of the remaining bodies and I will hand them over to the court so that all the princes in the court and His Majesty can see your achievements.
They need to understand that this time may be a test by the demon clan. The Seven Kills are powerful and have weird methods. They must have a way to bypass the sky fire and invade our court, so the court needs you."
Song Zheng nodded: "Okay."
Compared with Hu Jiao Bing, one of his major advantages is that he is a scholar. Back then, Hu Jiao Bing, a martial arts cultivator, had a special headache every time he wrote memorials. He spent three hundred yuan a year on raising an aide to help him. It is only ordinary people who deal with these official documents, not monks. Three hundred yuan a year is an extremely expensive price. One can imagine how hard Hu Jiaobing suffered from writing documents.
But as for Song Zheng, he hadn't picked up a writing brush for a long time. He also got used to the hand that was used to holding a sword. He picked up the writing brush again and wrote a few words. He looked left and right and looked again. He felt a little embarrassed and ashamed of himself. Poems and books were passed down from family to family, so he tore them up and rewrote them. After practicing calligraphy for a while, he spread out the memorial and wrote three thousand words eloquently, finishing it in one go.
Then... He still had some unfinished thoughts, so he put down the brush, and the scene of studying with his father appeared in his mind involuntarily. Admiration and worry arose in his heart, which made his eyes feel sore.
He felt sad for a moment, dried the ink and sealed it, then shouted, and soldiers came in from outside and handed him the prepared remains of the magic tree.
The Sky Eye Bone Talisman can be teleported, so he gave it directly to Ishihara River.
Ishihara Kawano is a literary cultivator, with a very high level and profound attainments in writing. After receiving Song Zheng's memorial, he didn't say much at the time. After closing the Sky Eye Bone Talisman, he gave the memorial to Shui Yiqing: "Yiqing, You help him take a look. He is a warrior. Even if he has read some books before, they must have been abandoned. He doesn't know how to write a memorial. You try to help him correct it. A crying child has milk to eat. The memorial is well written. , only then can the court take it seriously."
"Okay." Shui Yiqing agreed, took the memorial and opened it to read. It happened to be noon. He was holding a red pen in one hand, ready to make corrections, and in the other hand, he was holding a steamed bun steamed with spiritual food and dipping it in spicy sauce. With.
Ishihara He went out for other matters. When he came back, he saw Shui Yiqing looking at the memorial attentively. He couldn't help but smile. He, as a staff member, had always done his duty. But then, he was surprised to see Shui Yiqing using spiritual food. Dip the steamed bun into cinnabar, stuff it into your mouth and take a bite.
He opened his mouth wide and almost shouted. But as soon as the water was clear, he didn't notice it. He took this bite, dipped it in cinnabar, and took another bite!
He suddenly understood something and couldn't believe it: "No way?"
When he was studying when he was young, he heard some stories about sages told by great Confucian scholars, including one who forgot all sleep and food while studying, and dipped steamed buns in ink and ate them. But this was the first time he saw real people.
What does this mean? It means that Song Zheng’s memorial was written extremely well.
He immediately rushed up and pulled him over. Shui Yiqing was watching intently, but suddenly the memorial in front of him disappeared. He immediately shouted in anger: "Who is so presumptuous... Ah, Sir, what are you..."
Shi Yuanhe looked quickly, and Shui Yiqing saw the steamed bun in his hand, suddenly understood, and laughed dumbly: "Unexpectedly, this boy really wrote a good article!"
Ishiharahe guessed half of the time. Song Zheng was indeed not good at official documents. This memorial was written entirely as an article. He was completely ignorant of some of the elements and taboos of the memorial. But just from the perspective of "article", using
The words are concise, not impetuous, and the expression is extremely accurate.
In just three thousand words, from the several imperial edicts after the Sky Fire fell to his battle with the Ten Thousand Years Demonic Tree last night, the description is clear and the twists and turns are extremely exciting. The despair, struggle, pain, and desire for life are vividly expressed.
Ishihara He really didn't expect that there would be such a literary talent hidden in the Huangtai Fort in the frontier fortress.
Shui Yiqing came up and the two of them read the memorial twice more, pondering over it for a long time.
They knew the situation in Huangtai Castle, but they did not know the details of each imperial edict. Song Zheng's article could often describe the thrill of the time in just a few words, making the two of them immersed in the situation.
After reading the book, I feel sad in my heart, and have deep sympathy for those who are still alive in Huangtai Castle.
A normal person, even a monk, has the experience of narrowly avoiding death once or twice in his life, which is already thrilling enough, and may even form inner demons that he will never be able to break through in his lifetime.
But these people in Huangtai Castle, represented by Song Zheng, have tried their best for every imperial edict and have experienced at least one life and death test. How painful must they be?
"Alas..." Shui Yiqing let out a long sigh and said, "Sir, this memorial has many shortcomings and has violated several taboos. But for some reason, I just wanted to hand it over to him without changing a single word."
Shi Yuanhe praised: "That's right! This is the voice written by the soldiers on the front line of Huangtai Castle, the survivors who have completely experienced every imperial edict of Tianhuo. The article is beautiful and touching, and those corpses in the court should be allowed to eat nothing.
You bastards, take a good look!"
Shui Yiqing said: "Then... just hand it over like this?"
"Not a single word will be changed!" Shi Yuanhe said: "Not only that, but we must also spread it to the world!"
…
Shi Yuanhe was disgusted in front of the emperor, and those close ministers deliberately withheld the memorial he forwarded. This delay lasted for who knows how many days. However, Song Zheng's article slowly spread throughout the territory of the Hongwu Dynasty.
spread.
…
In the evening, the Wolf Barracks concluded its second drill of the day. Compared with ordinary sergeants, the drills of the soldiers were much more difficult.
The first to bear the brunt was the military formation. Shi Yuanhe asked for a "Great Flood Wolf Formation" for him. After eight hundred recruits practiced it skillfully, they could condense a three-hundred-foot-sized Great Flood Wolf phantom. And now this wolf soldier
In the middle, the realm of clear vision has been greatly improved, and the virtual spirit is extremely strong, enough to confront the ninth level powerful species head-on.
In addition, there are various arduous military trainings, such as controlling swords and carving stones ten feet away to improve the ability to control magic weapons; such as actual combat confrontation between two groups to improve battlefield adaptability, etc.
.
At two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon, those who were in the Mingjing Realm could hold on relatively easily, but those in the Burning Point Realm were in dire straits. When Song Zheng gave the order to disperse, dozens of people collapsed on the ground.
A group of crows flew out of Shenjin Mountain with strange cries and hovered over Huangtai Fort. Because there were too many dead people, there were more and more crows in the surrounding mountains. Although they could not cause any harm to the monks, they screamed all day long.
Very upset.
Several cultivators of the third level of the Maihe Realm were also trained miserably. They were so tired that they were out of breath. Their spiritual energy was almost exhausted and they were irritated. When they were noisy by these crows, they became even more annoyed: "
They are so abominable, who of you still has the strength to kill these flat-haired beasts?"
A monk stood up, glanced at the sky, and made a bluff gesture with his hands to draw a bow and shoot an arrow. A wave of spiritual energy spread out from his body, the spiritual light flashed, a big bow of light, and a long spiritual arrow appeared.
on his hands.
"Shoot Lingxiao!"
He gave a clear drink, spread his fingers, and the bow shook suddenly, and the long arrow of spiritual light shot up into the sky with a roar. In the blink of an eye, he arrived among the group of crows, with no fixed target, and exploded with a bang, countless fine and feather-like arrows.
Threads of light flew in all directions. The crows were just ordinary birds. How could they withstand the Taoist attack? They screamed and fell from the sky. The crows' blood and broken feathers were scattered all over the earth.
With one arrow, all the crows were gone. Finally there was no more irritable croaking, and the soldiers let out a sigh of relief: "My ears are clear."
Cao Guring raised his head in confusion. He seemed to see something in the scattered crow's blood and dark feathers. But when he looked carefully, he found nothing.
Da Xiu was cautious and let go of his spiritual sense to observe carefully, but still found nothing. The surroundings were clear and bright, but because there were too many people dead, the Yin Qi was a bit heavy.
He shook his head, feeling that he might be too suspicious: "It's just a group of ordinary crows."
After dinner, the soldiers returned to their camps to rest. In the evening, the crow feathers and blood scattered in the Huangtai Fort shone faintly in the dark night, and were red in the black. Viewed from a high altitude, they looked like a piece of
A dark red disease spot grows on the ground of Huangtai Castle!
…
The next morning, when the time comes, the monks will naturally wake up.
No one dared to neglect. The commander-in-chief was very strict in running the army. He was late for the drill, but he had eighty army sticks waiting on him.
A soldier stood up, but shook involuntarily and fell to the ground with a plop.
The comrade sleeping next to him immediately came over with concern: "What's wrong with you..." Suddenly his whole body went limp and he fell down too. There were ten people living in the entire barracks, and seven of them fell down in an instant!
Among the remaining three people, one was a corps commander. He hurriedly stepped forward to check and found that all the fallen people had dark red faces, hot foreheads, and had fallen into coma.
"What's going on? Go and report it to the Commander-in-Chief!"
Song Zheng was already waiting at the school grounds. He lived in the market and entered Huangtai Castle in the morning. Then he felt very bad and couldn't explain why.
Seeing that the training time was coming, the school ground was still empty. He had a sullen face, his hands behind his back, and four Shi Yi stood beside him.
Wang Jiu looked around, then came forward and whispered to Song Zheng: "Scholar... Mr. General, something is wrong."
From 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 plop, and said repeatedly: "General, please go and save them..."