The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Endless Mountain Jade Dragon Pass, after Lin Lang died in battle on his way back to Beijing half a year ago, this frontline facing the foreign race in the western frontier requires a new general to sit in. Xia is the most qualified and able to bear this burden, and it is Xu Sheng, the Grandmaster of the Great Xia, Wei Guogong.

　　 Therefore, this old man, who has been living in the city of Shenjing, once again put on his clothes to replace Zhenyuhou Linlang and propped up the sky of the three passes outside the endless mountain of Xijiang.

In the deep winter of Shenjing City, the madly raging cold wind could not have any impact on Mr. Xu, who was wearing only a single shirt but was extremely vigorous and bloody. The old man strode down the circular stairs of the platform, his face His expression changed from a slight anger to a calm and indifferent expression. Then, because of the wind of this hometown, he narrowed his eyes comfortably, and stretched out his big hand like a fan of a cat on both sides, as if to embrace the whole world.

　　 There is a tiger in his heart, and he sniffs the rose.

Father Xu has a very high status in the capital city, and whether it was during the time of His Majesty Taizu, or the later prince, Princess Wu, and now Zhao Yu to rule, Wei Guogong has the right to enter and leave the White Emperor Palace at will, showing the richness of the holy family , So the guards in the palace are no strangers to him, and they kneel down and salute respectfully.

Along the way, Mr. Xu patiently nodded his head in return, with a smile, and seemed to be in a good mood. Then when he approached under the Xuantianmu, he saw Liang Po waiting like a hill from afar, and he smiled and said. Road:

　　 "Liang Po, I haven't seen you for half a year, have you been fine?"

　　 "Thank you, Lord Guo, for your concern, everything is fine."

　　Liang nodded, stretched out his hand forward to the phantom, and walked ahead to lead the way. After hesitating for a few breaths, a magnetic voice came out again:

　　 "Your Majesty, he has not been in a very good mood in the past few days, because the Empress Dowager Niangniang rejected your Majesty's proposal to lock the coffin into the coffin to isolate the five evils of heaven and man.

　　 As soon as Liang broke this statement, the smile on Old Father Xu disappeared, and then became very solemn, even slowing down a little, and finally sighed softly, without saying a word.

　　 After a while, under the leadership of Liang Po, Wei Guogong slowly walked into the center of the imperial garden. At the same time, under the mysterious sky, behind the throne, the young figure who bowed his head and read the memorial gradually became clear.

Then Xu Sheng stopped and looked ahead quietly. Under the towering sacred tree, the young emperor frowned and his face was handsome and majestic. At this time, Zhao Yu didn't wear a crown, but instead used a cloud hairpin to coil up the black hair, but he made every move. In between, there is a rich and extreme imperial prestige.

　　 If Zhao Yu, who had just ascended the throne half a year ago, was still a little bit young, then today's young emperor has become an impeccable Lord of Great Summer.

　　 "Old minister, Wei Guogong Xu Sheng, join in your majesty, long live your majesty!"

　　 Zhao Yu looked at the old man who hadn't seen him for a long time, and also showed a slight smile. The frowning brow stretched out, his hand was held out, and the calm voice of the emperor resounded over the entire garden:

　　 "You don't need to be polite, old man, please hurry up, Liang Po, give a seat!"

The members of the Zhao clan are not re-arranged like the Ying clan in the previous dynasty. Therefore, in the imperial garden, except for the imperial tables used by Zhao Yu to stack memorials, there are only a few futons placed on the grass. Zhao Yuzhao sat cross-legged on the futon, but Wei Guogong, Mr. Xu, had a very high seniority after all, so the young emperor ordered Liang to take a chair and give it a seat.

　　 Then the young emperor asked Liang Po to prepare a pot of tea and a chair on the lawn of the imperial garden. The two of them drank tea and talked.

　　 Zhao Yu reached out and picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and then took the lead in speaking:

　　 "After half a year, the old man still hasn't changed at all. He is still full of blood. In the deep winter of Shenjing City, you are the only one who wears a single coat."

"Your Majesty, time is not forgiving. I am an old man. I have been jumping around in a few years. On the contrary, my Majesty, in half a year, has become an emperor who is truly admired by all people. I just looked at it from a distance, as if Going back to the past, the scene when I came to see His Majesty Taizu, it was really too similar."

　　 Old man Xu stared at Zhao Yu, who had a quiet face in front of him, and exclaimed in admiration. Then he leaned forward and heard the steady voice of the young emperor sound in his ears:

　　 "The country's father is absurdly praised, Taizu's grandfather, the sun and the moon are in the same glory, and I am still far behind."

After 　　 finished speaking, Zhao Yu stretched out his hand and motioned to Mr. Xu to use tea, and then continued to ask:

　　 "Well, how old are you still used to at Yulong Pass in the past six months?"

"The place of the endless mountain, the old man also stayed for a long time when he was young, but you must know that the endless mountain, the first of the eight forbidden places, is really too abnormal and too depressing. Things that should change are unchanged, and things that should not change, but often change. No matter how long you stay, you are not used to it."

　　 Wei Guogong Father Xu let out a sigh, directly picked up the teacup in front of him, poured a sip into his mouth, and then the rough voice continued:

　　 "Although the old man is far away in the endless mountains, he often receives great achievements from his majesty. In addition to his excitement, he also admires his majesty in his heart, just like the tens of thousands of soldiers at Yulongguan. It is a miracle."

"It's just better luck. For the past six months, I have been focusing on the vast land of China. Fortunately, the old man guards the Yulong border. By the way, I have seen the zhezi you submitted. The trend of the solar empire in the past six months is extremely Abnormal?"

　　 Hearing that Zhao Yu was talking about business affairs, Wei Guogong Xu Sheng's expression returned to solemnity, the tiger's body straightened up suddenly, the blood became more serious, and he slowly spoke:

"Your Majesty, it is impossible to describe it as an abnormality, but it is inconceivable. Half a year ago, your Majesty raided the fortress to kill the lion, and then cut off the head of the lion's heart in front of the two armies. Then the sun empire was defeated, and the fortress of the fortress was unable to come out. Our army took this opportunity to send a large number of scouts to investigate, and at the same time, it was the first time to find out all the terrain and defense facilities near the Shenwei Fortress."

　　 "Good!"

Zhao Yu took a sip of bitter tea again, and the old man on the opposite side also nodded. He could figure out the entire terrain around the fortress of Shenwei. This is especially important for the endless mountain that will reset if any damage occurs. But then Xu Sheng’s words changed. With a solemn tone, he continued to speak:

"For the first three months, the alien races have been unable to shrink out, but in the fourth month, the gate of the fortress of the gods opened wide, and a large number of alien races rushed out of it. But the strange thing is that in addition to the cannon fodder races, there are also a large number of empire races. , And they are all extremely noble temple personnel, these people are like being killed, and they slammed into our encirclement, a steady stream of them. I, the soldiers at the border of Yulong Pass, killed two months, and it was real blood! "

　　 After Xu Sheng's voice fell, Zhao Yu fell into deep thought. He extracted the information in the Shenwei Fortress six months ago in his mind. After a long time, a faint voice came from his mouth:

　　 "Xu Sheng, I ask you, how much is the water flowing out of the river flowing out of the fortress of God?

　　 Wei Guogong responded without hesitation:

　　 "Half!"

　　 "That makes sense."

　　 Zhao Yu raised his right hand, tapped the tea table in front of him with his slender fingers, and then continued to resound in the four directions:

"In the empire's civil strife, the gods were beheaded by me, and the domestic clergy were basically locked in the fortress of Shenwei. At the same time, six months ago, I forcibly destroyed half of the river of life of the foreign race. Not enough, half of the death, at least another half a year!"