80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Walking along the street, Lin Jiufeng was greatly surprised by what she saw and heard.

Everyone he sees is positive, yearning for a better life, and very confident.

Lin Jiufeng is really curious, how did Emperor De manage the country like this?

The market in the imperial capital is divided into the east market and the west market, which are set up in two directions respectively, with a huge range. There are various shops, restaurants, tea houses, brothels, etc.

Lin Jiufeng followed the crowd and entered the East Market.

In the largest restaurant here, Lin Jiufeng saw the guests who were pushing the cups and changing the cups, as well as storytellers, dignitaries, literati poets, scholars and Taoist priests and so on.

There is an endless stream of guests in the large restaurant with nine floors up and down, and the servants are shuttled in and out of it, and they are very busy.

Lin Jiufeng came in, asked for a seat by the window, and then refused the request to join the table, ordered more than a dozen delicious dishes, and asked for a jar of fine wine.

The servant immediately arranged to serve.

Lin Jiufeng put the little white cat on the table. It took two steps gracefully and stretched out its body. The snow-like hair was crystal clear, and the eyes filled with bright stars were even more attractive.

There were two girls on the spot who couldn't take their eyes off the little white cat.

They also came over to say hello to the little white cat.

But the little white cat refused very coldly, with an arrogant attitude, completely ignoring others.

Lin Jiafei smiled, apologized to the two girls, and reached out to touch the little white cat.

Meow!

The little white cat called out lazily, licked Lin Jiufeng's palm, and rubbed it affectionately.

Seeing the two girls, their envious eyes turned red.

Lin Jiufeng didn't care about them. While he was waiting for the delicious food, he saw that the old man telling the story had stopped to rest.

Lin Jiufeng's eyes lit up and said, "Old man, do you mind having a glass of wine?"

This sound was very inconspicuous in the noisy restaurant, and even the guests closest to Lin Jiufeng couldn't hear it.

But the storyteller who was far away heard it, and he saw Lin Jiufeng at a glance.

Lin Jiufeng smiled, calm and elegant, like a handsome young man in the spring breeze.

Although Mr. Storyteller's cultivation base is not high, he has extensive knowledge and knows that Lin Jiufeng is not simple.

Lin Jiufeng invited him to drink like this. He is a storyteller, so what is there for Lin Jiufeng to think about.

So he put down what was in his hand, came over and said, "Guest, what do you want to ask?"

Mr. Storyteller knows that his only advantage is that he knows a lot of things, and he is also smart, so he asks when he comes up.

"Talk while drinking." Lin Jiufeng stretched out her hand and invited the storyteller to sit down.

Just when the servant brought the wine and food, Lin Jiufeng poured a glass of wine for Mr. Storyteller and asked, "How much do you know about the things that have happened in the past 30 years in the Yuhua Divine Dynasty?"

Mr. Storyteller took the wine glass respectfully and said modestly, "I don't dare to say how much I know, but as long as the general public should know, I know it, and I also know some things that the general public doesn't know."

Lin Jiufeng asked with satisfaction: "Can you tell me what major events have happened over the years?"

Mr. Storyteller thought about it carefully, and said: "There are many important events, such as the establishment of a martial arts temple, for example, Da Luodao donated all the martial arts in the martial arts to the martial arts temple, and for example, after the eight demons chased and killed Princess Yulin, Princess Yulin fought bloody eight Thousands of miles, and finally on the banks of the Weishui River, a sword broke through the realm, entered the realm of the Venerable, and escaped."

When Lin Jiufeng heard this, she raised her wine glass and asked, "Wu Temple? Princess Yulin fought for 80,000 miles?"

The storyteller said carefully: "Did you see the two girls over there?"

Lin Jiufeng nodded, just now they wanted to say hello to the little white cat.

"They are the students of the Martial Temple. At a young age, they have a strong strength. After learning from the Martial Temple, they are guaranteed to contribute to the Divine Dynasty." Mr. Storyteller said.

"The Martial Temple was established by Emperor De Dee more than 20 years ago. It has gathered all the resources of the Ascension God Dynasty. Countless masters have taught and cultivated the students in it. Dedi also donated all the royal library to the Martial Temple, and opened branch temples. Grassroots, villages, as long as the young people in the world want to practice, they can enter the martial arts temple, and the training is free. After more than 20 years, the martial arts temple has cultivated countless geniuses for the Yuhua Divine Dynasty, and these geniuses are now the Yuhua Divine Dynasty. The pillar." The storyteller said this, and bowed his hands in the direction of the Forbidden City, showing great respect.

Dedi pushed everything, despite the resistance, with the help of the cabinet ministers, suppressed the family, and resolutely erected the martial arts temple.

Once the Martial Temple was established, the whole country was free, the treasury was under enormous pressure, and there were many voices of ridicule in the family, the sect, and the imperial court.

But Emperor De did not say a word, and silently supported him for a few years. Then there was an explosion of geniuses. Many geniuses appeared in the Martial Temple, which relieved a lot of pressure on Emperor De.

Lin Jiufeng listened with a smile on her face, and agreed with this practice in her heart.

"What's the situation of Yulin Fair?" Lin Jiufeng asked.

"Princess Yulin was because a flower monk was harassing girls everywhere, causing anger and resentment. Princess Yulin went out of the imperial capital, chased and killed him for eight days and eight nights, beheading him, but later fell into the ambush of the Demon Sect and was chased and killed 80,000 people. I escaped to the banks of the Weishui River without any help, and only then did I have an epiphany, draw my sword and break through the sky, enter the realm of the Venerable, and avoid the risk." Mr. Storyteller exclaimed.

Lin Jiufeng asked, "What about the follow-up?"

"The subsequent demon sects were suppressed by the war machines sent by Emperor De, and they declined directly." Mr. Storyteller said proudly.

"Has the war machine appeared?" Lin Jiufeng raised her eyebrows.

"War Machine has been guarding the Ascension God Dynasty all these years, helping my God Dynasty resist many crises, but with the frequent emergence of masters in recent years, War Machine has begun to show weakness." Mr. Storyteller sighed.

"Weak?" Lin Jiufeng looked at the storyteller in surprise.

"Last year, a swordsman came across the sea and dealt a heavy blow to the Ascension God Dynasty, and the war machine did not stop it," said Mr. Storyteller.

"An overseas swordsman gave Yuhua Divine Dynasty a heavy blow?" Lin Jiufeng was very puzzled.

Can there be any damage?

Defeat the war machine?

"Overseas swordsmen made an appointment to fight Princess Yulin. At the edge of the sea, the two sides fought three moves, and Princess Yulin was suppressed." Mr. Storyteller said softly.

"Princess Yulin was suppressed?" Lin Jiufeng's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, after that swordsman defeated Princess Yulin, he didn't kill her. He just suppressed Princess Yulin by the sea. Then he wanted to come to the imperial capital and ask Emperor De to give up the imperial capital in exchange for Princess Yulin." Mr. Storyteller said.

"What happened later?" Lin Jiufeng asked.

"Later the war machine took action, but the war machine that seemed to be omnipotent in the past, this time it was only a draw with this swordsman, preventing him from advancing, but it did not save Princess Yulin. It's been a year, that The swordsman built a thatched hut by the sea, saying that he should practice his sword well, and come again next year to take away the imperial capital of the Ascension God Dynasty." Mr. Storyteller said a little indignantly.

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