Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

Unbelievably, Shi Chen took out his phone and opened the post bar, and then a pair of beautiful blue eyes stared at the boss, and his small mouth opened into an O shape.

"Damn it, really!?"

Looking at the real stories of those post bar brothers, even she is almost half-believed now.

But soon Lin Xuan poured cold water on her

"Maybe it's the sailor specially hired by the author for the sake of popularity!"

Otherwise, it is obvious that there is no way to explain why the popularity is artificially suppressed?

Besides, so many people "realize their wishes" and if you think about it carefully, you know that there must be tricks.

Just when I was about to search for spells, my heart turned cold again, grandma!

"Oh, as expected of Sister Yu'er! It's amazing, I guessed it right away!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Su Ling directly rubbed Lin Xuan's face.

"Oh! Ling'er, one hoof (stop)"

After finally breaking free, Lin Xuan quickly changed the subject

"By the way, my cousin seems to be coming to Yamato for a business trip soon."

"Yes, let me tell you, in fact, my cousin's mission is to investigate this strange story..."

"Oh"

Lin Xuan responded indifferently, although she was indeed a little curious about her cousin's business trip this time, after all, it was Ling Yu who told her that Xiao Bai was picked up by her leader.

But Su Ling's perfunctory was so obvious that she didn't know what to say for a while.

"Having said that, we seem to have to get up early tomorrow to visit the school club..."

Shi Chen suddenly seemed to remember something, and took out two game controllers from his pocket

"So do you want to have two Happy Morios first?"

"Come"

"sure!"

……

"Continue to check."

Jiu Baizang said, "If there is such a big disturbance in the city before the duel in front of the emperor today, I'm afraid the Fusang Pavilion will make use of it and say that we are negligent..."

"Heh." A disdainful sneer came from the next song, "Isn't this what they sent?"

Jiu Baizang raised his eyes and looked over, "Goro—"

"Am I wrong, Mr. Jiu Baizang?" The young man whispered resentfully: "They single-handedly killed the uncle who begged for the Gojo family back then, and now they come here hypocritically to accuse us of negligence? Plus the crime..."

"Goro!"

Jiu Baizang raised his voice, raised his old eyes, and warned each word: "This is not something you can interrupt!"

The young man raised his head stubbornly and asked, "Aren't I a warrior of the Yijin family now?"

"If the warriors of the Yijin family dared to say such ignorant words here 200 years ago, they would have been ordered to cut seppuku long ago!"

Jiu Baizang retorted indifferently: "You are not the emperor yet, after you sit in that seat, think about how to give orders to us old men!

Now, before I get mad, go back to your house, this is not your place to be wild! "

Goro's face flushed, and soon, he bowed his head and left.

The door is closed.

Beside Jiu Baizang, the old warrior sighed, "Goro is saddened by the death of the general manager. He is still young, and he didn't mean to offend."

"Who doesn't know?" Jiu Baizang shook his head and sighed, "Otherwise, if it were someone with ulterior motives, I would cut off his head right here in front of you."

Goro, Gojogo, is the nephew of Gojo, who was supposed to succeed the new emperor.

Director Gojo has no children of his own, and he has been raised by Goro as his own since he was a child.And after he was dethroned and died of shame, he was undoubtedly the one who suffered the most.

Now the young people say such disrespectful words, the old people can understand, but they can't indulge.

Repelling him is already the greatest protection.

The meeting must continue.

Although the general had no intention of interfering in public affairs, he couldn't let the seal of the Hundred Demons for many years be destroyed in the hands of the fatuous emperor.

They say that they can achieve eternal life, some ancient fairy art from the age of gods, but anyone with a discerning eye can see the composition of those alchemists.

The competition for the throne below has almost become a mess, and the emperor is still obsessed with pursuing longevity, which is ridiculous!

In short, as a samurai, he just needs to keep an eye on the group of alchemists and protect the public by the way.

After finalizing the remaining few trivial matters, Jiu Baizang tiredly raised his hands and rubbed the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and sighed, picked up a towel and wiped his face casually, then forcibly lifted his spirits.

He is old.

230 six years old.

Almost witnessed Yamato's ill-fated modern history, from a little-known raccoon monster to gradually becoming Jiubaizang, who inherited the name of the great monster under the general's command.

It can be said that besides the general, this old man is the real backbone and backbone of the Yijin family.And Jiubaizang has always been trusted by successive lords because of its restraint on power and loyalty to the family.

Those generations who have grown up through the years of war, no matter how ambitious they are, understand how important the existence of the family is.

Only by close unity and common survival can we survive in an increasingly dangerous situation.

It's a pity that today's young people don't seem to think this way anymore...

……

?(*??｀*)person(*??｀*)?

Damn it, school is about to start, so fast woo woo woo woo

Grandpa's happy winter vacation is gone!

Chapter 580 Eighth Imperial Kitchen Trial

In fact, Yamato's internal struggles have been out of control since the last generation.

Nowadays, as the cabinet meeting gradually empties the emperor, everyone in the whole of Fusang is swaying in the huge political vortex, and it is difficult to hold on... No, it should be said that since the moment the country's gate was opened by that country, the times have passed has changed.

Three magistrates

Today, the daimyos with different powers under the emperor's command have selected the person who is most likely to become the next emperor in this almost five-headed struggle.

Whether it is a local direct line, or studying abroad in the Nordic Union.

No matter how remote the bloodline is, even the bloodline that may have a little relationship with Yijin will participate in this battle.

This is indeed a hodgepodge of cruel struggles, but it also represents the compromise of the public Fusang Pavilion, which recognizes the exiles who are named in the shadows, and even allows unrelated people to participate in this imperial duel.

As long as you think about it a little bit, you can understand the considerations behind it.

Without it, it's just...two evils.

It is not for some noble and compassionate reason, to give sinners a chance to prove themselves to redeem themselves, nor is it to believe that the real moon will emerge from the mud and not be stained, but to believe that someone really came here just for a formality.

Simply, self-inflicted.

The result is that there is no external power, and the internal control is gradually lost.

——Denying the blood of the Chinese people, or rejecting Huaxia, which has more serious consequences?

No matter what Yizu Zhenyue has done, there is no doubt that she has the direct blood of the previous emperor, and at the same time, she is also the orthodox of the Chinese race.

As for the possibility of colluding with external forces... Heh, are there still few people colluding with external forces?

One by one is like a wandering girl waiting for a price, which is disgusting.

And now among the successors of the Wutiao family, it is even more unknown how much sand has been mixed with it, and how many people have already chosen a camp for themselves.

Generals, executives, cabinets, ministers from all walks of life... and even other messes.

When they choose to engage in the kitchen agent duel, they themselves have already become the agents of others.

Even if you think about it with your tail, you know that Jiu Baizang is probably suffering from a terrible headache at this moment.

"But thanks to this little guy who came up with the form of a cooking showdown"

In Hyakkido, as the hall master, Qiandong is playing with a folding fan, while eating the freshly fried takoyaki, looking at the visitors in front of him

"So, what are the Shadow Guards of China doing?"

"Actually, we have something to ask... Are you busy with something?"

Ao Bai, who couldn't help but show off his graceful demeanor when he saw a beautiful lady, stopped in the middle of his speech, because of the resentful gaze from the side.

"Hehe, neither busy nor busy, it's not a big deal!"

Qiandong waved his hand and smiled.

"Master Qiandong, how can you say that this is not a big deal, please save my brother!"

The man who looked like an office worker was finally anxious, and he didn't even care about the identity of the person who came, and knelt down in front of Qiandong.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, but since you're also curious, let this one tell you again."

The Hall Master of Hundred Ghosts didn't seem to care about it, just said, picked up another piece of fried tofu and stuffed it into his small mouth, enjoying it gracefully.

"Several, I'm sorry, I was so offensive just now"

It seems that he finally came to his senses, or maybe he noticed Qiandong's concern for the visitors. This office worker didn't dare to neglect, and after a serious apology, he began to state the ins and outs of the matter

"Is such that……"

A brief overview is that this office worker who calls himself "Arima Tenpei" has his family inherited from the ancient "Arima Nen School", but as a branch of the family, they are not favored by the main branch and have gradually declined in recent years .

Brother Tian Ping, who can't stand the increasingly desolate martial arts school, once wanted to worship a kendo master in the main department as his teacher, but he was rejected due to his dull aptitude. After that, he studied hard and practiced hard, and finally defeated the love of that master recently. Disciple, revive the glory of the martial arts school.

It should have been an inspirational ending here, but who would have thought that his younger brother's temperament has changed drastically since then, like a different person.

Arima Tenpei thought that his younger brother was bewitched by evil spirits, so he wanted to ask Qiandong, a well-known shrine maiden, for help.

"Huh, evil spirits here and there, where do so many evil spirits come from? After completing the biggest goal, it is human nature to change because of emptiness..."

After finishing the last piece of takoyaki, Qiandong gently pulled out a piece of paper and wiped the oil stains that were not present at the corner of his mouth.

"Ask for my advice, just leave him alone for a few days, and you'll be fine!"

"It's really different, you just have to see it!"

Seeing that the office worker was in a hurry again, Bai Long stretched out his hand to interrupt

"Speaking of evil spirits, it happens that what we want to ask is also related to these. Do you know the book "True Liaozhaiji"?"

For some reason, the face of the office worker next to him suddenly changed, but the head of the Hundred Ghosts Hall in front of him remained unchanged, as if he had already guessed it.

"I know, a light novel that seems to have suddenly become popular."

She folded the morning newspaper and put it aside, propping her chin with one hand, looking at the visitor in front of her, being watched by those eyes, Ling Yu and Mo Yuan couldn't help but feel a chill behind their backs, as if they were being watched from the inside out in an instant. see through

"But it's a pity that this novel was published at my own expense, and it has nothing to do with this publishing house."

This editor has a problem!

Almost at the same time, both Ling Yu and Mo Yuan came up with this idea.

And it seems to confirm their thoughts. About that weird novel, the other party is almost in a state of knowing nothing, and other things such as serial beheaded murderers are also a kind of "ah, I know, but what has it to do with me?" relationship?” attitude.

Just, swing!

A model of refraining from oil and salt, he made it clear that he didn't want to have anything to do with them.

Knowing that going on like this would be a waste of time, Bailong and the others stopped entanglement, but before they left, they left a business card behind them and gave each other a wink in what they thought was a suave manner.

It can be called oil in the world!

"Let's go, Captain Ling?"

Instead, Ling Yu walked forward in two steps, as if she wanted to ask something, but before she could open her mouth, someone similar to an editor came up with a document.

"Master Qiandong, here is the sales summary of the novels of Baiguitang this month."

"Well, let me see, Mr. Fenrir's sales this month... huh!?"