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Chapter 156 A group of bad old men are very bad 【4000 subscription】

Turn the time back half an hour.

Jingshan City.

Although Wuwei Mansion still has not been contacted, this did not hinder the collection of Dingjun Poems.

After Wang Lin made the opening, he gave up the stage to all the people who came to present poems.

After all, they have taught the entrance fee tens of thousands of taels, so they have to be on stage, right?

That was a little too dark.

Because Ning Chen is already in a flat state of mind, he can calmly watch the cultural people of the Wu Dynasty show their magical powers on stage.

Maybe it's because in life, I have come into contact with a little more warriors.

So Ning Chen would have an illusion that the overall cultural level of the Wu Dynasty was not high.

But in fact, that's really just Wufu pulling down the average.

Those who can be on stage today are the real Confucians.

As far as Ning Chen saw it, three poems at the level of saints had already been born.

Although poetry is the shortest shortcoming of Confucian saints.

But that is also compared with Confucian saints themselves, compared with other people, the shortest short board of Confucian saints is much longer than the long board of ordinary people.

And when Confucian saints enter the holy way, no matter how short the poems of Confucian saints are, they are still at the level of holy way.

So being able to make holy poems is really a dragon and a phoenix among people.

Judging from the current situation, if there are no surprises.

The Dingjun poems of the Huwei Army will be these three holy poems.

Although it is best to say that Dingjun poems come from one person, because the soul of the poem is in the same line, it is easier to condense the soul of the army.

But it doesn't matter if it doesn't come from one person, the military soul can be raised slowly.

What's more, there are three saint-level poems now, so you must choose three saint-level poems.

Because this determines the quality of the military soul, even if you raise it slowly, it's fine.

As for one person wanting to make three holy poems, that is almost impossible.

Unless the saint is alive, I haven't seen anyone who can write three poems of the saint level in a row.

Therefore, choose the best from the best, and choose the three strongest poems from among the many poems.

This is also the consensus of everyone.

In fact, the current result is already the best result for Wang Lin.

Not only for Wang Lin, but also for Wu Zhao, this result is very good.

After all, saint-level poems are rare, and three poems have been published so far.

Three sage-level Dingjun poems are the best results.

After all, no matter whether it is Wang Lin or Wu Zhao, the previous bottom line is one song, and the best result is two songs.

Now a result that can be called perfect has appeared directly, and it would be too much to ask for too much.

Just when Wang Lin was happily preparing for the next process, the swearing-in meeting.

Among the crowd, someone suddenly shouted: "Soldier, the students have something to say."

Wang Lin was happy today, so he was not annoyed when he was interrupted.

"What do you have to say?"

The person who interrupted Wang Lin said loudly: "The student of the military minister thinks that the Wu Dynasty is quite disrespectful to us."

Originally, Wang Lin was in a good mood, but when he heard this, his face turned dark.

Wang Lin felt that if he said that he cheated them of money, it would be justified.

If you say disrespect, then this is pure fault finding.

Wang Lin gave them all the best ten inns in Jingshan City for free.

Three meals a day are the highest standards in Jingshan City.

Even his military commander doesn't have such a high standard.

As a result, you now say that I don't respect you. Isn't this finding fault?
Although he was annoyed in his heart, Wang Lin still asked patiently, "I think that I have treated everyone with great care. So I don't know, where does this disrespect come from?"

The student who spoke said: "Minister Bing, we are not just seeking materialistic enjoyment as scholars.

The material desires given to us by the soldiers are indeed excellent.

But in terms of literary and moral exchanges, the military minister is very self-conscious about us.

We folk Confucian scholars have the largest number of people who come to the stage to write poems about Dingjun.

The imperial court only sent a few sporadic people to deal with us.

Could it be that the minister of war and the imperial court felt that we, the people of the mountains,

Is it only suitable for a newly established Tiger's Mighty Army to make an army poem? "

When Wang Lin heard it, it turned out that it was for this. Although it was for this matter, in fact, this was also arguing.

The Wu Dynasty established the country with martial arts.

The imperial examinations are all Confucian sacrifices to wine, which were helped to reform during Emperor Wu's period.

Although after decades of development, it has also gathered a lot of Confucian scholars.

But the development of mere decades, how can it be compared with their semi-holy family and academies with thousands of years of experience.

This time, the Wu Dynasty never thought that Dingjun Poetry would come out from the court.

If you want to say deal with them, of course there are.

But this can't be regarded as a real deal, because the Confucian scholars on the side of the Wu Dynasty have a ceiling right there.

After Wang Lin euphemistically explained, the Confucian scholar who questioned him obviously didn't like Wang Lin's tricks.

"Minister Bing, there are great poets in the court here. How can the Prime Minister be modest and say that the court can't compare with us?"

"Who are you talking about?" Wang Lin asked.

The Confucian scholar looked directly at Ning Chen and said, "Master Ning Chen, isn't he a great talent in poetry? Not to mention anything else, a poem about a parachutist at the level of a saint, and a poem about the way of farming. Just rely on these two poems , Lord Ning can be called a great Confucian in the poetry world."

After hearing what the Confucian scholar said, Wang Lin didn't look back at Ning Chen at all.

Instead, he smiled and explained: "You are right, Mr. Ning is indeed a great Confucian in the poetry world."

Before the Confucian scholar could speak again, Wang Lin changed the subject: "However, I have already asked Mr. Ning privately about the Dingjun Poetry.

Master Ning himself does not want to participate in the collection of Dingjun poems this time. "

Wang Lin did ask Ning Chen about this matter, and Ning Chen also made it clear to Wang Lin that he did not intend to participate.

Li Ziqiu heard Wang Lin say that Ning Chen indicated that he would not participate, turned his head and glanced at Ning Chen, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.

Because in Li Ziqiu's opinion, there is really no need for Ning Chen to go up now.

Now there are three sage-level Dingjun poems.

Even if Ning Chen went up, he would write another poem of setting the army at the level of a saint.

Then according to the order, it is not the turn to use Ning Chen's Dingjun poem.

At that time, there will be more people to talk about.

Unless Ning Chen can compose three saint-level military poems in a row, then he can replace the previous three poems.

But is it possible?

This is simply impossible to do.

"Master Ning does not want to participate, or does he disdain to participate, or does the court and Lord Ning feel that the Tiger's Mighty Army is not worth it..."

Before the Confucian scholar could finish speaking, Ning Chen suddenly interrupted:
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, isn't it just poetry?
I originally wanted to give you a chance to show off, but don't stop talking.

He also forced Huweijun to talk about it.

Then no wonder I didn't give you a chance. "

After Ning Chen finished speaking, he walked directly towards the stage.

Seeing Ning Chen coming to the stage, the Confucian scholar who was interrupted was stunned.

Ning Chen actually came on stage.

This is not reasonable.

Now three sage poems have been made.

Even if Ning Chen made another sage poem, it would not be Ning Chen's turn according to the order.

According to the plan, my task is to forcibly belittle Ning Chen.

To lay the groundwork for future plans.

He didn't expect Ning Chen to take the stage at all.

But now that Ning Chen is on stage, what kind of situation is this?

When Wang Lin saw Ning Chen on stage, he was also taken aback for a moment.

"Master Ning, what are you..." Wang Lin asked in a low voice.

Ning Chen didn't look at Wang Lin, but looked at the bunch of civil servants, and said through gritted teeth, "A bunch of bad old men are very bad."

Wang Lin didn't know what Ning Chen meant by these words.

In fact, Ning Chen didn't plan to go.

But Ning Chen discovered that when Wang Lin said that he did not intend to participate in the collection of Dingjun poems.

Those censors, those officials.

He even started to provide himself with [loyalty] points.

If you follow the logic of event selection.

To refuse by oneself is 【韩】.

But now these censors and speech officials actually provide themselves with [loyalty].

Obviously, in their view, it would be good for the Wu Dynasty if they didn't participate.

So this should be, Li Ziqiu's previous guess.

This group of civil servants really didn't want Tiger's mighty army, and more had something to do with themselves.

I don't want Huweijun to have too many marks of his own.

How to say this matter.

From the perspective of a loyal minister, this is absolutely true.

A courtier with military power and a courtier without military power are two completely different concepts.

Especially if this army is loyal to this courtier from top to bottom, it is an extremely dangerous thing for a country.

Although Ning Chen understood, but they provided him with so many [loyalty] points, Ning Chen couldn't understand.

If you choose an event, you can only get 100 points [Ning].

In just a short while, this group of people provided Ning Chen with thousands of points of [Loyalty].

This made Ning Chen very angry.

A bunch of bad old men, really bad.

In the past, I would provide myself with [丹] when I had nothing to do, but now I need you to provide [冬], and you all provide the joy that [Zhong] points provide.

That being the case, don't blame yourself for pretending.

Sure enough, when Ning Chen came to power, some of those [loyalty] had already begun to convert into [ning].

Although Ning Chen hasn't written a single poem yet, some people have already started to worry about what to do if Ning Chen really completes it.

"Listen up, my first poem on Dingjun..."

Just when Ning Chen was about to start acting aggressive.

The official of the Ministry of War who had been in charge of contacting Wuwei Mansion before, ran in a hurry and said loudly: "Wuwei urgent report, Wuwei has been captured by the demon clan, please help!"

There must be absolutely no delay or concealment in this kind of battle report.

Hearing such a battle report, Wang Lin was the first to lose his balance.

Wu Zhao, who was standing on the stage, clenched his hands slightly.

At the same time, the brain was working rapidly, and soon he figured out why the Yaozu chose to attack Wuwei Mansion at this time.

"What's going on?" Wang Lin came down to the high platform in three steps at a time, and asked the non-officials.

The officials didn't dare to hide anything, so they immediately told about the sudden contact with Jingshan City from Wuwei Mansion.

Hearing that there was still a situation at the scene, Wu Zhao immediately asked Wang Lin to talk about the current situation in Wuwei Mansion, and directly voted here.

Wang Lin responded, and directly used the formation to project the situation on Wuwei Huwei's side to this side.

The first thing that appeared in the screen was the picture of all the Tiger's Mighty troops in the Tiger's Mighty Institute, sleeping.

Seeing such a scene, everyone present immediately remembered the shame of Jingkang City back then.

It's just the same as it was back then.

All the government guards fell into a dream, and the Yaozu entered Jingkang City without any hindrance and massacred at will.

The Yaozu now obviously copied what happened in Jingkang City back then.

The intent is self-explanatory.

When Wang Lin saw this scene, his face turned pale instantly, and his whole body shook.

On my side in Jingshan City, I hope to restore the glory of the Fuwei Army in the past, but Wuwei Mansion is repeating the shame of Jingkang City.

If this is the case, there is no need to establish the Tiger's Might Army.

Wu Zhao was not as restless as Wang Lin.

Seeing that the government guard at this time is being protected by the governor's awe-inspiring righteousness letter.

Immediately issued an order to open the Jingshan City teleportation array immediately, and dispatch the imperial army to Wuwei Mansion for support.

"It's probably too late for Your Highness to go now, but there may still be a glimmer of hope in Dingjun Shi, the hope of turning things around."

Zhao Zizhan, the chunky head of Yunshan Academy that Ning Chen had seen, stood up and said.

After hearing Zhao Zizhan's words, Wu Zhao quickly asked, "What can Zhao Daru do?"

Zhao Zizhan said: "An army-defining poem of the holy way can be directly transformed into an army soul.

As soon as the army soul comes out, it can directly wake up the sleeping Fuwei army.

As long as those house guards, Su Xing, we have time. "

Wu Zhao's eyes lit up after hearing Zhao Zizhan's words.

Wang Lin's eyes also lit up, and then he was about to make a decision on the spot, the poem of the Tiger's Mighty Army.

There are three ready-made poems on Dingjun at the level of saints, condensed into the soul of the army, Wang Lin thinks it should be enough.

"Dean Zhao, I would like to ask, if we only use the three poems on Dingjun now, how high is the probability of being able to condense the soul of the army on the spot?" Ning Chen interrupted Wang Lin who was about to make a decision, and asked Zhao Zizhan .

Zhao Zizhan thought for a while, and said: "Because the three poems are not written by one person, and even though the three poems are all at the level of saints.

But in fact, what is eulogized is all about victory and triumph.

Relatively speaking, the artistic conception is somewhat overlapped.

Therefore, the probability of wanting to condense the army soul may be less than half. "

"Then if I write three saint-level poems by myself, can I condense the soul of the army on the spot?"

Ning Chen asked Zhao Zizhan.

Zhao Zizhan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Ning Chen.

Zhao Zizhan nodded and said: "If Yuanshou Ning can really write three sage-level military poems in a row, then even if the artistic conception overlaps, they can condense the military soul. It's just the power, but the military soul can definitely be condensed."

"Then leave this matter to me." Ning Chen said.

Hearing Ning Chen's words, the first person to react was not the civil and military officials, but the Confucian scholar who had just provoked Ning Chen.

"Master Ning, you still want to show yourself, are you completely disregarding the life and death of the Tiger's Army?" Since Ning Chen took the initiative to send someone to let him seize the opportunity, how could he give up this opportunity.

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