The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 The middle-aged man in the dark golden imperial robe sat cross-legged next to the tea tree named Rouge, frowning slightly, and muttering for a whole day. At that time The bitter tea tree rouge didn't understand very well, but he was not willing to be willing to have his wife and children at home. In the end, he cursed a vulgar language without image, got up and walked out of the north gate.

　　 Twenty years later, no one has stepped into the tea garden since the imperial robe man left. Because of the unpredictable nature of the world, the originally humble bitter tea tree and the sacred tree at the center of Liangyi have undergone dramatic changes.

　　 The red one is redder, and the gold one is lighter.

　　 Rouge's breath became more and more agile, but the pale golden tea tree gradually dimmed and weakened, like a rapidly aging old man, he could drive west at any time.

Bitter Tea Tree Rouge is unwilling to watch the obedience tree that has been with him for nearly eight thousand years die, so for the past two decades, she has been passing through bursts of red life essence, covering the golden tea tree, which continues her life, but every time , Will be rejected by a will.

　　 Once the entire tea garden was born for it, but now it has to rely on a bitter tea that was originally the most inconspicuous to save its life. It is proud, and it doesn’t want to. It would rather wither, even if it’s only a little short of it.

　　 But Rouge Bitter Tea Tree was not discouraged, insisting on delivering the breath of life every day, until one day, the peace of the tea garden was broken by a third person again.

　　 This person is the opposite of the imperial robe man, with a mellow and charming voice, coming from the doorway from north to south.

　　 "There are parks that are not well-known, and the roads between the parks go up, only the wind is accompanied by the wind, and you can listen to it by yourself."

　　 Those who can enter this garden must be powerful, so the rouge bitter tea tree quietly bloomed the bright and dripping tea tree flower, and secretly looked northward.

Walking slowly was a man of medium build, average face, middle-aged, and a broad Taoist robe without any wind. He wore a Taoist bun casually on his head. The bun was used to fix the bun with branches that were randomly folded by the roadside. Looking around casually, it seems free and easy.

　　 There were only two tea trees left in the originally huge tea garden at this time, so naturally, only these two trees can attract middle-aged Taoist priests. But unlike the past, Taoist priests first stood before the bitter tea tree.

　　 Eight thousand years of cloud and moon, the most dazzling master of the entire tea garden, has become Rouge Bitter Tea.

　　 It is rare to see the bitter tea of ​​outsiders being extremely shy since the beginning of the spirit. Before the Taoist priest came, he closed the red flower bone tightly.

　　 "What should I call you, Kudingcha?"

　　The middle-aged Taoist priest's question sounded, and then he responded to himself:

　　 "You no longer belong to bitter tea, but a new existence. Unexpectedly, I saw detachment in a tea tree. It is wonderful, wonderful!"

The flower bones of 　　 Rouge Bitter Tea Tree opened gently, and all the bright red leaves on the tree swayed from side to side, and there was a wave of invisible fluctuations, as if talking.

　　The middle-aged Taoist understood the emotion expressed by Kuchashu, and responded:

　　 "Your name is Rouge, what a good name."

　　 The flower bones on the rouge bitter tea tree were one by one, and they looked very happy, but they were a little timid when they saw a jade-white palm covered it.

　　 The middle-aged Taoist priest who stretched out his right hand did not touch the red flower, but hovered above it, closed his eyes and felt silent, silent.

　　 "Time, cause and effect, fate, robbery."

　　 Words are uttered from the middle-aged Taoist priest, each word is full of mystery, as if a scene was taken abruptly from the flowing river of time.

　　 After a while, the middle-aged Taoist priest retracted his right hand, opened his eyes, and said lightly:

"Within ten years, this place will suffer destruction, but I like you very much, Rouge, so I am willing to provide you with two choices. First, I will find a place outside the world for you, so that you can grow up with peace of mind. Thousands of years, through this complete consummation, it has become a tea tree that has never appeared under the avenue. Even I can't imagine how you were at that time, but it is certain that all the existence of the entire endless mountain will be Shocked."

　　 After the middle-aged Taoist finished speaking, he quietly looked at the bitter tea tree in front of him, looking forward to its shaking and answering, but the rouge bitter tea tree was still standing still in place, wanting to hear the second choice of the Taoist priest.

　　The middle-aged Taoist priest then sighed lightly, then spoke again:

　　 "The second option is to turn a year into a day. Use your soul to turn into the spirit of all things. There will be no rouge bitter tea tree, only rouge."

　　 The middle-aged Taoist priest no longer speaks, the bitter tea tree in front of her is alive, and she is making her own choice.

　　 In fact, you are extremely lucky if you can make your own choice. Most of them are not even the chance to choose, just like the golden tea tree in the center of Liangyi.

After the bitter tea tree thought for a while, the black tea flower on it shrank once and twice. She chose the second one because the second person gave her a breath, which belongs to the blood of the Zhao family. She talked about it for a whole day, that breath was also a red dust, a brand-new door to the world belonging to the spirit of all things.

　　 She wants to go and see, she wants to find, calling in secret.

　　"Fate is destined to come and go, there is always time for flowers to bloom and fall, maybe you can’t see the wind, the flowers and the snow, have you decided?

　　 "Perhaps ten thousand years are as short as a day, maybe everything goes against your wish, or maybe a dream is short and sleepless, have you really decided?"

　　 The middle-aged Taoist said three possibilities in one breath, and asked twice whether it was so decided, indicating that he really cared.

　　 Rouge bitter tea tree no longer hesitated, the red leaves all over his body began to tremble, and then one by one, separated from his body, floated into the distance, flying all over the sky, dyeing the entire sky of the tea garden.

　　The middle-aged Taoist priest stretched out his flawless jade-like right hand, his fingers, and gently approached the only black tea flower left on the bitter tea tree.

　　 "Since you choose to transform people, and everyone is born and raised by parents, you will be my daughter in the future, my surname is Lu. Welcome to the world of the red dust, Lu Yanzhi."

After 　　, with a flick of his finger, the black camellia flew out and flew into the air, all the red leaves gathered downward, wrapped, and gradually became a baby girl suspended in the air.

　　 The baby girl’s eyes are very watery, and the pupils are the dark green of the tea leaves.

　　 The middle-aged Taoist beckoned gently, the bed of thousands of red leaves, gently lifted the baby, and floated gently, then the Taoist took off his coat and wrapped the baby girl in his arms.

　　 The red leaves were scattered. The Taoist held the baby girl and was about to leave. He caught a glimpse of the dimly golden tea tree in the center. After hesitating for a moment, he said:

　　 "Finally, it is a pity that you are destroyed here, I will make you perfect."

　　 lifted his right hand and waved a drop of golden red saint blood, then the middle-aged Taoist flicked again, and the golden tea tree turned into a baby boy and croaked to the ground.

Afterwards, a middle-aged Taoist figure appeared in the endless mountain. He was wearing only an underwear and a Taoist bun casually tied on his head. He was still free and easy, but he had a baby girl with big eyes in his arms. , And his left hand, hanging a baby boy locally, appeared very strange.

　　 One year later, the figure of a middle-aged Taoist priest appeared in the crowded crowd in the great summer city of the Central Plains of China.

The hot water under her feet had already become cold, but Zhao Yu didn't notice it. The girl surrounded by countless green life elves still had red cheeks, her eyes were still watery, but the story she was telling was like that. Shocking.

　　 This is a story before the birth of the first annatto tree in the world.

　　 And Rouge girl concealed two things when she told this story to the young emperor.

　　 One day a year, the bitter tea tree has bloomed for eight thousand years, so a girl who becomes a human has a lifespan of only 22 years.

　　 Zhao Yu spent the entire day downstream with the master. The rouge girl followed her breath and followed her search for more than ten years. Zhao Yu settled on the outskirts of Jiangling City, and there was a tea shop in the suburbs.

　　 How can there be so many coincidences in the world, some are just planned for a long time.