Lintian began to write, and he was very indignant in his heart.

In the face of these weak officials in front of him, in the face of these envoys who only know how to laugh, in the face of Jing Yang who is bullying on the head of the Great Xuan, and in the face of the Nine Kings who have been plotting to seize power.

Facing Zhao Ruoyu, who has never deviated from his gaze......

Lin Tian suddenly realized that maybe in life, there are some things that are more important than luck, what he wants is the state of mind is not luck, and casual and peaceful is the state of mind, and sometimes even if he has luck, he can't do it.

He wants to be a freewheeling person, so he wants to defeat Jing Yang and fight for the face of Daxuanguo, and he doesn't want Zhao Ruoyu to marry him, so even if there is no hope of winning, he is still ready to do it.

Lintian didn't look at anyone, he just focused on writing poems.

In the midst of everyone's disdain and questioning, Lintian suddenly spoke.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, because this is not a poem, but a word.

This is rare, most people, will feel that the words are sometimes a little inferior to the poems, although it all depends on personal ability, but usually, the literary cultivation is biased towards the poems more.

However, looking at this first sentence, although it is tragic and can fully express his feelings, but there is no luck at all, so everyone just sighs that the writing is good, but they don't think they can win.

However, the next sentence silenced many people.

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. ”

When I read this. A lot of people get it. Lintian is sighing at everyone. What about decades of fame, and what about young talent?

Without courage and courage, without honor and shame, in the end, you can only be a young man with a white head and a sad life.

Lintian's poem was written very well, and even Jing Yang and Jiuwang felt good in their hearts, but they didn't have any nervousness. Because until now, the luck of this poem has still not been a trace of waves.

Xuande sighed a little in his heart, he had heard Lintian's "Crossing Zero Ding Yang", "Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat." Just yesterday he also learned about the song "Will Enter the Wine".

He affirmed Lintian's talent, but today, although the first half of Lintian is also wonderful, it is only compared with "Crossing Zero Ding Yang" and "Will Enter the Wine". Apparently not agitated enough.

Among the present, there were a few others who knew Lintian. For example, Prime Minister Tuo, Jinshalu, Xu Hanlin, Master Zhang, etc., were all nervous when they saw Lintian's appearance, but they also pinned their hopes on it. However, like Xuande, they all feel that their momentum is a little worse, although they have no luck, but they seem to have a little less confidence.

However, just when everyone was thinking like this, Lintian's voice came again:

"Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing; when will the courtiers be hated? ”

"Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

There was silence.

The artistic conception of the second half of this paragraph made everyone so surprised that they couldn't speak, and no one thought that Lintian would be so arrogant.

Probably no one present dared to raise Yasukuni's name in person, but Lintian said it, and named Yasukuni's name, and even said that he wanted to set foot on Helan Mountain!

There was silence for a long time, and even Jing Yang was a little speechless.

After a while, Xuande suddenly laughed, "Good words! What's the name of the word card?"

Lintian looked at Xuande and said calmly: "Man Jianghong!"

"Whew~!"

Just after Lintian finished speaking, suddenly a dragon roar suddenly sounded, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Everyone hasn't reacted yet, and while they are lamenting the poetry of Lintian, they are also thinking about why there is no luck at all.

However, the dragon's groan sounded, and everyone came back to their senses.

'National Fortune Words?'

The coercion of the national fortune suddenly rose, and the dragon roared, listening to people's psychology a little panicked, but this dragon chant just didn't stop, it was very long, very long.

This kind of long tone is familiar to everyone, because just a few days ago, I just heard it once, so this time everyone understands it.

Lintian once again wrote the words of national fortune, and it was the chant of the Nine Dragons!

"This, how is this possible?"

"His luck is exhausted, yes, why can he write poems about national fortune again and again?"

"Looking at the luck of this Nine Heavens Dragon Yin, I'm afraid it's not weaker than Jing Yang's!"

While everyone was talking, the wind howled and a vision appeared.

Everyone seemed to see the chariots of ten thousand armies, and the bloody army, and there was a tall mountain in front of them, which was Helan Mountain.

The soldiers showed their eyes and wanted to level it!

The artistic conception of this poem was completely displayed in front of everyone's eyes at this time, and the atmosphere was angry, surging, and enthusiastic.

In the vision, the momentum and majesty of those soldiers were high, and many officials present were so enthusiastic that they even had a feeling of wanting to join the army and fight on the battlefield with them.

Unconsciously, a lot of people began to shout, from a slow whisper to a louder voice.

"Flatten Helan Mountain!"

"That's right! Let the people of Yasukuni see that my Daxuan is not easy to bully!"

"I want to join the army! We don't want this dowry from Helan Mountain, we have to get back what we lost!"

"That's right!

Originally, there were only a few people who were enthusiastic because of the vision, but because of their leadership, many people were infected.

It's like after reading Lintian's words, I suddenly woke up, as a great mystery, you can't be so cowardly, you must snatch back the face you lost!

"That's a good point! Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait for idleness, the young man's head is white, empty and sad! The old man is also repentant today, he has no ambition in his life, and when he is old, I will also be tough, we don't want this dowry!

It was a conservative patriarch who spoke, not a henchman of the Nine Kings, but he did not support stopping Jing Yang's proposal before, because he also felt that it was good to peacefully recover Helan Mountain.

However, after reading Lintian's poems, he suddenly felt that he might be really old, and he didn't even have a little youthful blood, but he was infected by Lintian.

After the support of this patriarch, many of the old guards below also began to follow and wake up, and suddenly most of the officials changed their minds, Helan Mountain's dowry, they did not accept it.

This is a shame, and it needs to be used in the way of war to get it back!

At this time, all the people did not expect that the Nine Kings and Jing Yang, the Wen family and even the envoys of various countries did not expect it.

This time, the seizure of Zhao Ruoyu was a certainty, but it was interrupted by a cold show!

What they didn't expect even more was that even they themselves were a little enthusiastic about this song "Man Jianghong".

Jinsha Road stood up, Tuofei stood up, Li Zhongmin also stood up although he was reluctant, and then Prime Minister Tuo, King Jinluo, Xu Hanlin, and many other ministers, loyal and righteous people also stood up.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. ”

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!"

"Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still snowing, the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed? Drive a long car and step through the Helan Mountain!"

"Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

Everyone pronounced the poem together! And with the power of everyone's luck!

The poem "Man Jianghong", in the memory of Lintian's previous life, the masterpiece of "Famous General Yue Fei" resounded inside and outside the capital at this moment!

However, Lintian, this poor boy who has exhausted his luck will also become famous in the Great Xuan Kingdom from today...... (To be continued.) )