Acai's Sky

Chapter 301: Yunlan Tour (2)…

Yunlan Kingdom, Qingyun City

This city is the third largest city in Yunlan Country, and its prosperity is astonishing.

The streets are wide and flat, like an endless ribbon, winding to every corner of the city.

On both sides of the street, there are many shops with a wide variety of goods. These shops have different architectural styles, some are antique, some are magnificent, and some are simple and elegant.

Each shop is decorated in a unique way, attracting the attention of passers-by.

The streets were crowded with people.

They come from all corners of the world, some are martial artists with special skills, and some are ordinary people.

The warriors were dressed in gorgeous martial uniforms, with various weapons hanging around their waists. They walked with steady steps and confident expressions.

They either chat in groups of three or five, or practice silently alone.

Ordinary people were busy moving between shops, buying the necessities of life.

In the middle of the street, warriors would occasionally demonstrate their skills, brandishing swords or unleashing fists, drawing cheers from the crowd.

The performances of these warriors are not only a display of skills, but also a love and pursuit of martial arts.

In this place where martial arts flourish, people's admiration and respect for martial arts have been deeply integrated into their lives.

Teahouses have always been the places where people get the most information.

On this day, Lord Lin led a group of followers and entered a teahouse that was decorated extremely luxuriously.

The purpose of their trip was clear - they wanted to hear the gossip from the storyteller.

"Bang~"

There was only a crisp sound, which turned out to be the voice of "stop talking". In an instant, the originally noisy and clamorous voices suddenly stopped as if they were cast a spell.

Then, the storyteller's clear voice rang out, "It's said that the martial arts conference is about to begin! All the famous and influential people in the martial arts world have already set off to this place..."

The audience in the teahouse were very enthusiastic and all let out "Ahhh" in unison to express their surprise and anticipation.

The storyteller was immediately cheered up by such an enthusiastic response and continued with great interest:

"This year's martial arts conference is about selecting a new leader! Take a guess, everyone, who will be the winner?"

A listener in the audience shouted at the top of his voice, "How can we guess? In my opinion, it's either Gu Yurao or Taoist Lingfeng. Is there any other candidate?"

At this time, the storyteller slowly unfolded the folding fan in his hand, gently waved it, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

He said slowly, "Hey, everyone, you may not know this, but this year even Master Wuyin from Shaolin Temple has come out to participate..."

"Oh my god, why is this old monk coming out to join in the fun?" Several guests sitting in the corner couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"That's right. Most people can't withstand the powerful Vajra Palm of this old monk!" An old man in a green robe and white hair said calmly while drinking tea.

The storyteller nodded, "Logically speaking, the level of martial arts proficiency is limited by the technique used, as well as one's own aptitude.

This Master Wuyin's powerful Vajra Palm truly demonstrates the power of great strength to create miracles. He has fully exerted his divine power!"

"Sigh~"

"Can Master Wuyin control his strength? It seems that he couldn't control his strength the last time he came out!" An audience member asked hurriedly. He had heard of this Master Wuyin!

"sure!"

"Great power creates miracles. This time, I must see the true power of this Vajra Palm!"

The storyteller waved his fan and told interesting stories about the world.

"It's said that the imperial examination in Ningguo has been expanded to include the special examination, and many candidates have gone to Ningguo to participate..."

"It's been two years since the Ningguo disaster. Has the country recovered?" someone in the audience asked with concern.

The storyteller said slowly, "It has recovered a long time ago. It is said that Emperor Ning spent nearly 3 million taels of silver before and after this natural disaster. This was due to the promotion of high-yield grain crops. Otherwise, no amount of money could save the poor people."

"Wow, Ningguo is so rich!"

"I heard that they got all this money by opening the underground palace of the previous Yu Dynasty!"

"There were droughts, flash floods, and severe cold weather... We were able to get through it without any problems, and the casualties among the people were not many. It's rare!"

"I heard that in Ningguo, all the dilapidated buildings across the country were demolished and rebuilt to prevent the severe cold..."

...

In the quaint, quiet and elegant box of the teahouse.

Lord Lin let out a low, slightly sarcastic laugh: "Haha..."

He was full of disdain and contempt for what the storytellers talked about.

Ah Cai, who was sitting nearby, turned her head sharply after hearing the chuckle, her eyes fixed on her father.

She muttered to herself: Why is he teasing Emperor Ning again? And Guard Wen is standing right next to him! He's so brazen, isn't he afraid of getting into trouble?

At this moment, Uncle Feng, the butler who had been silent all this time, seemed to notice that something was wrong in the atmosphere.

He quickly spoke up to try to divert everyone's attention: "Oh, the Yunlan Kingdom is truly blessed with a strong military fortune! They excel in martial arts, while our Ning Kingdom is renowned for its profound cultural heritage. It can be said that one is civil and the other is military, complementing each other perfectly!"

However, before Uncle Feng could finish his words, the impatient and quick-witted Ah Er rushed over to him, nudged Uncle Feng with his elbow, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, do you think we should go see that martial arts conference? I hear it's quite lively!"

After being poked by Ah Er, Uncle Feng couldn't help but frown, and pulled Ah Er's hand away from his arm with an unhappy look on his face.

I secretly complained in my heart: What's wrong with this Ah Er? Can't he just talk to me nicely? He has to use his hands and feet. Doesn't he know that this will make me feel uncomfortable or even painful?

Facing Ah Er's proposal, the head guard Li Kai on the other side seemed quite calm. He shook his head and said, "But we don't have an invitation! How can we get in? We can't just force our way in, right?"

Hearing this, Ah Er's bright eyes rolled around, and then he revealed a sly smile and answered confidently:

"Hey, what's so difficult about that? I bet there's someone selling invitations, and we can buy them if we're willing to spend some money.

If that doesn't work, we can just pay someone with an invitation to take us in! What's the big deal? "

After saying this, Ah Er raised his chin triumphantly, as if he felt that he had come up with a brilliant idea.

Li Kai's eyes widened. Yes! He also wanted to go to the martial arts conference to take a look...

The two men walked arm in arm and took Guard Wen with them. After all, the money for hiring someone to lead the way should of course be paid by Emperor Ning!