The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Eighty years in the Great Xia Calendar, Zhao Yu was seven years old.

　　Fuzhou, the southernmost place of the Great Summer, kept raining continuously for three months. Fuzhou flooded, rivers and lakes surged, floods inundated villages and towns along the coast, and countless people were displaced and fled.

　　 But just as the people of Fuzhou dragged their homes and fled along the official road to the neighboring Leizhou and Fuzhou for refuge, there were three figures who came from Shunzhou and went against the current.

　　 One old man, two little babies.

The old man was wearing a black short-sleeved Confucian shirt with white hair on his temples and holding an oil paper fan. The whole white hair was curled back and fixed with a wooden hairpin. His complexion was ruddy, and the stars within his eyes changed. The crowd who came, seemed to see the shore of the South China Sea at the end of the front, with a hint of killing intent in their eyes.

Next to the old man, there was a sturdy little baby with a tiger head and a brain, but almost as tall as an adult. He also held an oil-paper fan in his hand, pursed his lips, raised the umbrella, and carved out a pink jade around him. The little baby with a serious face was holding an umbrella.

　　 The rain pouring down from the sky is so heavy that the rain in the farmland on both sides of the official road is almost level with the official road. Perhaps in a few hours, this official road will soon be submerged and become a piece of Heze.

Therefore, waves of Fuzhou citizens who fled outwards along the way accelerated their pace and ran forward. At the same time, seeing the old and two youngsters coming in retrograde, they stepped forward to persuade, but the old man in Rushan shook slightly. He shook his head, declined the kindness of taking them a ride, and continued to walk forward with the two little babies.

The heavy rain hit the oil-paper umbrella with a intensive crackling sound, but the little baby under the umbrella looked unsightly, frowning, and looking ahead at the crowds who were constantly fleeing under the rainstorm, it was extremely eye-catching in the old city. In his eyes, there was a worry that he couldn't get rid of it, even the splashing rain, wet the clothes and shoes on his body.

The old man in Confucian shirt, who was walking forward, turned his head to look at his frowning brows, his small face was a ball, and the delicate little baby with a gloomy face, as if on this small body, he saw that he was far beyond what he should be at this age. Because of the calmness of the old man, the old man gently moved to the side, and a branch that was broken by the water and floating on the farmland flew gently and suspended in front of the three of them.

Then the old man raised his right hand, stretched out a finger, and gestured lightly on this rather thick branch. Pieces of sawdust fell along with it. After a while, this branch gradually formed a very ordinary wooden sword. Moreover, in order to take care of Xiaowa's small hands, this wooden sword is not big overall, but like a long dagger, with a very thin hilt, just enough for Xiaowa to hold in one hand.

　　 The old man handed the wooden sword to the delicate little baby beside him, smiled, and kindly sounded with a little comforting voice:

　　 "Yu'er, do you like the wooden sword that Shigong cut for you?"

　　 "Master, I am seven years old, not a three-year-old child."

After 　　 finished speaking, the delicate little baby, frowning, turned around, looked at the kind and ruddy old man in front of his face seriously, and continued to speak:

"The disaster in Fuzhou is far more severe than what we have heard in Shunzhou. The topography of the official road here is already high, but it is still about to be submerged. Therefore, the villagers on both sides of the river must have been displaced. Now that I know the cause of the heavy rain, Master, I think we should resolve it earlier."

　　 Looking in front of him, with a calm face, ebony pupils full of seriousness, and an exquisite little baby who is incompatible with his age, the old man in Confucian shirt smiled again, raised his hand to touch the head of the former, and said gently:

　　 "It's the teacher's negligence. Yu'er has grown up. Now that he has grown up, he should hold the sword in his hand to protect his people and guard the entire Daxia. Are you right?"

After the old man’s old voice fell, he gently handed the wooden sword in his hand to the little baby, and then the delicate face and faintly noble little baby, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his little hand, and grabbed the sword heavily. Handle, for the first time picked up a weapon to protect the people of Daxia!

The three figures, one old and two young, continue to walk forward. The more you go south, the heavier the rain, the deeper the water on the official road, and the fewer people fleeing. The entire sky above Being in the precarious dimness, it is like the end of the sky.

　　 Suddenly, the sound of heavy rain mixed with a loud shout came from the side:

"Come, let me work harder, and I must plug this gap. If the largest river entering Nanjiang in this Fuzhou mirror breaks its embankment and the river flows back down, the millions of people in Fuzhou who fled in front will be gone. So all go get sandbags, as much as you can get!"

The little baby carved with powder and jade looked at the sound, and saw a high dam in the rain curtain on the side front, and countless figures on the dam running with sandbags on their backs, smashing it into the gap below. The figure is faintly represented by the Daxia Fuzhou garrison wearing armor, and there are also light and middle-aged people who come spontaneously.

　　 "Master?"

As soon as Xiaowa’s voice fell, the old man in Confucian shirt beside him nodded and raised his hand lightly. The figures of the three disappeared in an instant. During the movement, they appeared directly on the dam in the next second, and then listened to the loud shout in front of him. Sounded:

　　 "I'm going to stabilize soon, continue to work harder, Yuan Bai, you also help to direct."

　　 "Okay, father."

Then an extremely young figure ran from the front and saw the three people suddenly appearing on the embankment. This way, the teenager in a white blouse, who was in his mid-teens, was obviously taken aback, and then rushed. Came up and shouted:

　　 "Old man, look back. There is a danger of breaking the dam at any time. Wait for the elderly and children, and leave soon."

After 　　 finished speaking, the young man named Yuan Bai rushed to the sand pile not far away under the embankment not far away without looking back. There were already many filled sandbags over there, which urgently needed to be filled in the gap.

　　 "Po'er, you go and help them, Yu'er, hold the wooden sword in your hand, and follow the master to cut down this wicked animal."

After the voice fell, the tiger-headed tiger-brained baby, who had been silently holding an umbrella and not speaking, plunged directly into the rain and stepped to the side of the sand. Under the horrified eyes of everyone, he grabbed the person in front of him. All the sandbags were lifted directly above the head with force, turned and walked over the dam.

　　 After the beam broke, the young man in white short shirt suddenly looked over the dam, only to find that the old and young figures had disappeared without a trace.

　　 In the sky on the shore of the South China Sea in Fuzhou, an old man with a Confucian shirt suddenly appeared with a delicate little baby. The lush farmland below has now become a piece of Ze Country.

The delicate little baby raised her head and looked at the void ahead. She could not help but grasped the wooden sword hilt in her hand, because above the South China Sea, there was an evil dragon connected to the heavens and the earth. The storm gathered around her body, among the dark clouds, patches of blue. The color dragon scales glowed with cold light.

　　 "Sickness!"

The old man in Confucian shirt opened his mouth and yelled, turning into a sound wave that reverberated throughout the world. After hearing the words, the evil dragon that was tossing in the sea of ​​clouds and storm reflected instantly. The huge and hideous dragon head, Penetrating out of the dark clouds, the cold and ruthless blue eyes looked down, and opened his mouth to let out an earth-shattering roar!

　　 The violent raindrops rushed towards his face with the stench, causing the delicate little baby beside the old man to step back subconsciously, and then the old man's vicissitudes of life sounded in his ears.

　　 "Yu'er, raise the sword in your hand and stab it forward, you Daxia's most noble grandson, do not need to be afraid, and there is no right to make you afraid!"

"it is good!"

　　 The little baby's pink jade-like face returned to stability, and she lightly uttered a word, then stepped forward, clenching the wooden sword in her hand, and stabbing it straight forward.

　　 At the next breath, nothing happened. The dragon roaring above was still violent. Xiaowa frowned. She retracted her sword and stabbed a second sword again, but still nothing happened.

　　 "Hahahahaha!"

　　 The old man in Rushan next to Xiaowa suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. The bold and unrestrained laughter directly overwhelmed the roar of the dragon in the sky, and then took the wooden sword from Xiaowa's hand, gently tossed it upward, and pointed with his right hand.

　　 This ordinary wooden sword, one size smaller than an ordinary long sword, turned into a stream of rainbow, straight into the sky, and disappear in a flash.

　　 "This dragon has a Nanbarian aura on it, so where does it come from?"

After 　　, Hongguang shot in from Nielong's eyebrows, and shot out from the back of his head. On the wooden sword, there was a blue dragon that was struggling and roaring and went straight to the west!

　　 "嗷～"

　　 The evil dragon in the sky let out a roar of extreme pain, and then his huge body fell into the clouds, hitting the sea, and stunned the huge waves.

　　The three-month-long heavy rain covering the whole Fuzhou stopped in an instant!

Everyone knows that the Master used three swords to slay the Nielong Dragon on the shore of the South China Sea. In fact, the Master only produced one sword, and two swords were stabbed by the seven-year-old Emperor Zhao Yu. Although it did not cause any harm, it did The Master was so excited that he looked up to the sky and howled.

　　 Because these two swords are called fearless!