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

The white cat was knocked to the ground by Lin Jiufeng, shook his head, and sprinkled the dust.

It meows angrily.

The claws are all open, sharper than the weapon of the gods.

However, it remembered Lin Jiufeng's elusive move just now, so it retracted its claws in frustration, and then silently climbed to the courtyard wall, looking at Lin Jiufeng and Lin Tianyuan.

Looking at this scene, Lin Tianyuan asked curiously, "Uncle, did you raise this?"

Lin Jiufeng shook her head and said, "I don't know where the wild cat came from. It has a very bad temper. If it wasn't for it being pitiful, it would have driven away long ago. Don't worry about it, just let it stay there."

The white cat was very angry, and his claws scratched the wall, almost scratching the wall.

Lin Jiufeng didn't look at it, and asked Lin Tianyuan, "You have become an emperor and you have a lot of time, so why do you have time to come to me?"

Lin Tianyuan can be said that Lin Jiufeng watched him grow up.

He inherited the legacy of Emperor Yuan, and he learned everything about Emperor Yuan's style, and devoted himself to state affairs.

Lin Jiufeng was very satisfied with him like this.

It proves that his younger brother did not misunderstand, and under the struggle for power and profit, he decisively chose Lin Tianyuan.

"Uncle, I brought you something." The mature Lin Tianyuan smiled.

During his five-year career as an emperor, he really grew up quickly, and now, his aura is already very strong.

But in front of Lin Jiufeng, he was still very well-behaved and respected Lin Jiufeng very much.

"Give me something?" Lin Jiufeng asked curiously, "What?"

Lin Tianyuan respectfully took out a cheat book from his arms, offered it with both hands, and handed it to Lin Jiufeng.

Lin Jiufeng took it and opened it.

【Ancient Magic Tome】

"Is this the culprit that caused your father's death?" Lin Jiufeng asked seriously.

Five years ago, if Emperor Yuan had not practiced this magic art, Lin Jiufeng would have saved him.

"Yes, it is this evil sect practice." Lin Tianyuan nodded.

"Isn't it destroyed yet?" Lin Jiufeng asked.

"Uncle, I can't bear it." Lin Tianyuan sighed, he also wanted to destroy this magic art back then.

But in the dead of night, he took the magic art, thought about it several times, and sealed it up.

Reluctant to destroy.

"Have you practiced?" Lin Jiufeng looked at Lin Tianyuan sharply.

This magic art has already killed two generations of emperors.

Lin Jiufeng didn't want to see Lin Tianyuan die on it.

Lin Tianyuan shook his head decisively: "Of course I didn't practice."

But he still smiled bitterly: "Whenever it's quiet at night, I'm always ready to move, especially as the reform becomes more difficult and countless forces are working in secret, the more I can't control myself."

Lin Tianyuan is telling the truth.

In the face of this magic art that can increase his strength, he can usually resist it.

But when he encounters setbacks, especially in the face of obstacles from major forces, he can't wait for a powerful force to clear the world.

"Five years ago, I could resolutely resist this magic art, but this year, I have turned it out several times at night, and I almost opened it at the end." Lin Tianyuan said with a wry smile.

"Uncle, my perseverance is still insufficient." Lin Tianyuan said in frustration.

Lin Jiufeng looked at Lin Tianyuan: "So you gave me this magic art because you want to completely cut off this idea?"

Lin Tianyuan nodded and said seriously: "I know that Uncle is a man of great perseverance. He can stay in this abandoned cold palace for decades. This magic art won't work for Uncle, please ask Uncle to deal with it."

Lin Jiufeng stretched out his hand to rub the magic power, which was written on parchment paper and soaked in special animal oil, so it was not easily damaged.

"Put it with me, is there such a magic art in the palace?" Lin Jiufeng asked.

"No more." Lin Tianyuan shook his head.

"It is your father's wish to reform the Ascension Dynasty. You work hard, and I know it's hard work, but there is no one behind you!" Lin Jiufeng said to Lin Tian seriously.

"Although I don't want to be contaminated with the outside world, it is my duty to fulfill your father's last wish."

"If you encounter troubles that you can't handle in the future, just come to me directly, and I will take action."

"You just need to do your best to reform, remember to let the people of the world live a good life, let the old have something to support, and the young have something to depend on."

"As for the strongman who dares to stop you, first ask me if the sword in my hand will answer!"

Lin Jiufeng gave Lin Tianyuan a guarantee very seriously.

He knew that Lin Tianyuan was under a lot of pressure sitting in that position.

In particular, he inherited the legacy of Emperor Yuan to reform the world.

So he gave his promise.

Lin Tianyuan was moved to look at Lin Jiufeng, bowed to the end, and choked: "Please uncle take action and help nephew."

Lin Jiufeng knew this was the case.

Lin Tianyuan must be in big trouble.

Otherwise, he would not have thought of practicing this magic art.

"What happened?" Lin Jiufeng led Lin Tianyuan into the yard and asked him to sit down.

Except for a stone table in the yard, the rest are white bone long swords all over the floor.

It has been five years, and the long sword of white bone has been inserted here, and Lin Jiufeng has not used it once.

"A super martial saint appeared on the northwest grassland, very powerful. He has united the divided Xianbei, with a million armors. My spies received news that in this winter, they will invade the border with a large army and hunt for millions of miles. ." Lin Tianyuan said in a deep voice.

Lin Jiufeng frowned.

The Xianbei in the northwest grasslands are a huge ethnic group.

But it has always been divided. There are 800 tribes, big and small, and they are not pleasing to each other, so in the past, there was no great threat to the border of Yuhua Shen Dynasty.

I just didn't expect that, suddenly, a fierce man from the sky appeared and unified Xianbei.

And loot the million-mile frontier.

This made Lin Jiufeng's eyes slightly cold.

"What's the name of that martial sage who ruled over Xianbei?" Lin Jiufeng asked.

"Tumen, he is a priest of the Xianbei Temple. It is said that he was favored by the gods of the grasslands. He broke through the Martial Sage in one fell swoop and beat the invincible hands all over the grassland. He is very arrogant." Lin Tianyuan said.

"Uncle, it's winter now, the snow is freezing, the speed of sending troops is very slow, and the border of a million miles is easy to defend. If they succeed in looting, then tens of millions of people will be displaced and killed at that time. There are countless people who died of freezing and starvation." Lin Tianyuan said sadly.

"So you want me to kill this Tumen Martial Saint, right?" Lin Jiufeng asked calmly.

"Uncle, please!" Lin Tianyuan stood up, bowed with a salute with both hands.

"Go back, Tumen, I will kill him." Lin Jiufeng waved and agreed.

This time, he took action for the millions of people on the border.

Lin Tianyuan left, since the uncle agreed, he believed that the Tumen Martial Saint would surely die.

So he has to arrange the follow-up in advance.

As soon as Lin Tianyuan left, the white cat jumped down and wrote in front of Lin Jiufeng.

Crooked and twisted, it is even more running than running script, and it has a very personal style.

"Are you going out?"

Lin Jiufeng nodded.

"research!"

Lin Jiufeng shook her head and said, "Come back and check again."

"How much time is needed?"

Lin Jiufeng smiled, like a spring breeze blowing across her face, full of self-confidence: "To kill a Martial Sage, three days is enough!"

Two of these days are still time to travel back and forth.

The second, and the third.

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