The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Fengzhou Giant God Sea, dominates the secret realm, the monument to the sky.

　　 A young emperor composed of milky white national luck, standing in front of the stele with his hands held down, watching quietly at a person's name, surnamed Li, and named Jisheng.

The surname Li is the most common surname of the Daxia tribe. It is distributed in thirty-six states. Even the most remote Twisted Yao state has village surname Li. Although Li is huge, it is not among the fourteen surnames. During the dynasty, its clan status has not been high, nor has it formed too strong clan power. In other words, this is a surname with more poor people and less nobles.

　　 But in front of Zhao Yu, the strokes, neat and majestic name, made Zhao Yu's thoughts fly back ten years ago.

That year, Zhao Yu’s mother missed it and fell ill, and finally did not persist. His sky collapsed. Perhaps for a six-year-old baby, he could not deeply understand what it means to leave his mother, but Zhao Yu’s body Here, but with a mature soul, he is deeper and sadder.

On the second day after his mother left, an old man wearing a black ordinary Confucian shirt with a wooden hairpin on his head approached the old house in Tsing Yi Lane, Gwangju Metropolitan City, and took the two little children hand.

　　His name has long been forgotten, the older generations called him Bi Ma Wen, and the people of Da Xia respect him as the Master!

　　 has been in Tsing Yi Lane for several years. Zhao Yu, who has never gone out, does not know who the master is, nor does he know the master who suddenly appeared, so he has not spoken a word for a whole month.

One day, from spring to summer, the weather suddenly became hot and dry. In the old house in Tsing Yi Lane, a small figure was squatting by the well, frowning his brows that seemed to be forever rubbing his hands. In a piece of clothing, the hot temperature made fine beads of sweat gradually appear on his forehead and nose.

　　 Xiaowa's face still doesn't have any other expressions, still rubbing back and forth with her small palms.

　　 Suddenly, the figure of an old man appeared next to the little baby, with a small body, shielding the glare from the shining light, and covering the whole little baby under the shadow.

Little baby raised her head and glanced at the old man. She didn't speak. The old man didn't speak either, but stood steadily, like a mountain carrying the sky. After a while, she rubbed the clothes in her hands and squeezed them dry. After that, I got up and went to the big tree in the courtyard, where I built a hanger with bamboo.

But the weird thing is that no matter how little baby walks, this figure can appear before the route of the scorching sun, and leave a cool shadow over her small body, then the little baby stops and looks back. The frown is deeper.

　　 The old man obviously understood what the little baby was trying to express, and he spoke lightly, mellow and vicissitudes of life, making people sound like a spring breeze:

　　 "If the heart is covered with dark clouds, the light is also dark."

　　 "The child is not a fish, so is the joy of knowing the fish?"

　　 This is the first time the little baby has spoken to the old man, her voice is immature, but it has a mature taste, then the old man smiled lightly and responded:

　　 "The son is not me, I don't know the joy of fish in peace."

　　 This is the collision between Libian and Qiaobian. It is destined to be right or wrong. Therefore, the little baby no longer speaks, but turns around and leaves. A faint voice comes out:

　　 "As a teacher, you should know that your father emphasizes seeking truth from facts. This is the emperor's element, not just like you. This surprised me."

　　 But the little baby did not take a few steps, and the voice of the old man behind him sounded again:

"Yu Er, Fei Ye, my way, I do not believe in fate, or luck, everything is in my eyes, and I know the truth of the world. Do you want to leave this metropolitan city with the master and go to the whole world to see, you can rest assured that there is a master in the world. , No one in the world can hurt you."

After speaking, the stepping step of the little baby stopped for a few breaths, and finally walked towards the kitchen. In the kitchen, a bald-headed, tall little baby was making a fire and cooking. Seeing the incoming person, he smiled honestly, spoke softly, and filled with voice. magnetic:

　　 "Master, you frowned for a month and stretched it out."

　　 In the night, the moon is light and the heart is thin, and the summer wind is habitual. Under the water-like moonlight, the delicate little baby carved in pink jade stands in front of the old man's door, with thousands of thoughts flowing in his eyes, and the little hand is raised and lowered.

　　 Then the door opened, revealing the old man who was still in a black Confucian shirt, looking down at the little baby under the moonlight, and said kindly:

　　 "Decided? Let's go then."

　　 Xiaowa was taken aback after hearing the words and responded:

　　 "It was midnight, and the city gates were closed."

　　 "Time doesn't wait for me, what's the matter at night, and the city gate can't shut the beating heart."

　　 The old man chuckled and strode towards another house beside him, then pulled the sleeping bald baby from the bed and threw it out the door.

After 　　 a stick of incense, Tsing Yi Alley was completely asleep, three figures of a young and old slowly stepped on the mercury-like moonlight, and then a voice of immature and mature coexisting sounded:

　　 "Master, what is your last name?"

　　 "Master, I, but the surname of the human race, the last name is Li."

　　 The old man raised his hand and gently touched Xiaowa’s head, with a little nostalgia in his eyes, and then continued to speak:

"When I was just born, my father wanted me to be a doctor in the future, so he named him Jisheng. But at that time, it was a war and the people didn’t have a lot of food to eat, so my mother was afraid that my name would be too big, and God would be After taking away the premature death, I have been reluctant to be called, so even Master, I almost forgot the name now."

　　 Master, whose real name is Li Jisheng!

　　 As the name suggests, he relieved all the monks of the whole world and the young emperor at this time.

Under the Tongtian monument, the regained young emperor turned around and looked at the vast number of climbing ladders under the giant mountain. It seemed to see a young, plump and jade figure walking towards him with a smile. Come, the man has a sword on his waist and a cloud hairpin on his head, as if he is stepping on the galaxy. Then he draws his sword to engrave his name on this dominating monument.

　　 Then Zhao Yu murmured:

　　 "Master, fortunately, you did not become a doctor, but a groom. This is the blessing of the world!"

After 　　, Zhao Yu's divine consciousness appeared directly on the mountain and sea map, and then the calm emperor's voice continued to be heard:

　　 "Peace, come back!"

　　 "Your Majesty, don't you go to other places anymore?"

　　 In the peaceful and tender voice of the child, there is still an unfinished color.

　　 "The most important conjecture has been confirmed. I don't know if I have been out of the palace for a long time, and it is time to return."

　　Zhao Yu continued to raise his hand and waved, the energy of national luck gathered frantically, from under the huge monument, straight into the sky, and then a faint voice lingered in place:

　　 "Taiping, you have to grow up quickly, this world is too big, and my sense of crisis has become stronger and stronger."