The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 As we all know, Gwangju, located in the middle of the vast land of Shenju, is the birthplace of the human race. It is the most densely populated state in Daxia. As a metropolitan city of the state capital, it has The people of the human race who thrive and live are almost on par with Shenjing City.

　　 But except for the very old generation, few people know that the former imperial capital of the Ying clan was in Gwangju.

　　 Since ancient times, Gwangju has been the land of Longxing and Fengxi.

If it is said that Shenjing City has not been built for a long time, and comprehensive consideration was taken at the time of planning, so the streets and alleys, residential markets are only organized and the layout is reasonable, then the urban structure of Gwangju Metropolitan City is densely packed with a bird’s eye view from the sky. In one place, it seems a bit crowded.

The history of the Metropolitan City is too old. Even the inconspicuous bricks and tiles in the corners of the city may be old objects that have existed several dynasties before. They are engraved with incomparable years and witness the dynasties. Changes, historical changes.

　　 In the Metropolitan City, it is still dark. In the official post in the city specially designed to entertain visiting officials, lights are lit up, brightly lit, and there are constant carriages, accompanied by night from all directions.

The people who walked out of the carriages parked in the stage carriages are all Metropolitan City, and even the entire Gwangju has big-faced people. Including the Gwangju Prefect and the commander-in-chief of the Gwangju Garrison, they are all wearing very formal official uniforms and stepping through the layers. The guard of the sergeant came and waited in the lobby of the station.

In a residence on the second floor of the post, a young scholar, after putting on his official uniform, slowly came to the window, stood with his hand held, and looked down at the carriage and the densely burning torches. , The gentle face is calm and unwavering.

After the beginning of the spring, Gwangju has a pleasant climate, neither hot nor cold. Even at dawn when the sun has not yet risen, the wind blowing from afar has a comfortable atmosphere. Then the young man at the window spoke softly. Road:

　　 "I'm used to staying in Shenjing City, and I feel hot when I get to Gwangju. If this continues, wouldn't it be difficult to return to Fuzhou, which is further south?

　　 There was only one young scholar in the room, so no one answered his question, and then he sighed faintly, and said his own words again from his mouth:

"It would be great if the lady was by her side, and someone could talk, but your majesty promised to take a short vacation, but after the installation of this one in the Metropolitan City, you will have to go north to Tianmenguan, that is the real thing. The journey is hard, and the time spent is hard to calculate!"

　　 Just as the young man Yuan Bai sighed and sighed, a knock on the door sounded after himself, and then a middle-aged man’s voice came from outside the door:

"Sir Cheng, the adults of Gwangju and Metro City are already waiting in the lobby of the station. Because Metro City is quite large, if you want to rush to the Metro City site on the outskirts of the city to install the artifact, you will have to set off."

　　 Yuan Bai heard the words, adjusted his official uniform, turned and pushed open the door, stepping out of the post.

After 　　 a half-pillar incense, the sky has begun to glow slightly white, but the sun has not yet risen, so the entire Metropolitan City is still in a hazy state of half asleep and half awake, and only a few lights on both sides of the city's main road are lit.

But above the avenue, there are crowds of people. The elite Benlei army stationed outside the city, under the leadership of a middle-aged general, is advancing steadily in a guard formation. At the same time, the Sitian Supervisor of the Metropolitan City has already controlled Gao. Point, closely monitor everything nearby.

The defensive stone tower is now a first-class fetish in Daxia, with an epoch-making teleportation function. This is well known to passers-by. Although on the vast land of China, almost no one dares to rob the imperial treasure in the wide area city. However, the officials in Gwangju did not dare to take it lightly, and even mobilized layers of guards.

　　 Daxia sent Sidai Sicheng Yuanbai, and the Gwangju officials around him did not ride in a carriage, but rode straight towards the outskirts of the city.

　　 Yuanbai and the Guangju prefect rode in the forefront. They were on their sides, half a position behind was the commander-in-chief of the Ben Lei Army, and then the rest of the officials who were watching together.

　　 The prefect of Gwangju’s surname is Qiu, and his single name is a kind word. Mo is about sixty years old. His cheeks are a bit thin. The body under the prefect’s robe also looks a little thin, but his eyes are shining, as if he has the power to see through the heart.

Qiu Shan has been in charge of Gwangju for nearly five years, but his behavior is not as kind as his name. On the contrary, he is a decisive master. Gwangju has a huge population and is the birthplace of kendo. There are many sects. There is another big sect such as Wan Jianzong outside the wide area city, and some sect monks will naturally invisibly have a sense of superiority that despise everything.

　　 After Qiu Shan took office, he led his troops to uproot the three sects with thunder means, and then these inexplicable sense of superiority, under the iron-blooded wrist of the prefect, had disappeared without a trace.

In order to establish the authority of the official uniform and the court, Qiu Shan did not find the trouble of those sects. There were more monks imprisoned in the Gwangju Prison than in the other 35 states. Therefore, someone from the Jianghu of Gwangju gave this prefect. He changed his name and called him Qiu E.

The breeze was blowing from the front, blowing up the official uniforms of the two Daxia mission officers at the forefront. Then Qiu Shan, the prefect of Gwangju, turned his head and looked at Yuan Bai, who was extremely young but calm and calm all the way. A faint color flashed in the middle, and he said softly:

"Yuan Yuan is very young, but he can be ranked among the important positions of Daxia Transmission Division Si Cheng. It is really young and promising. Qiu Shan also thanks Yuan Yuan for his good words for Gwangju and Metropolitan City in front of your majesty. Let me wait. The citizens of Gwangju can enjoy the convenience of transmission so quickly."

　　 After Qiu Shan finished speaking, he raised his hand to give a salute to Yuan Bai, and then Yuan Bai shook his head and responded:

"Premier Qiu is serious about this. It is his Majesty’s own consideration to erect stone statue towers in Guangdi today. On the other hand, Master Qiu is well-administered. The entire metropolis has a large population and rapid development. If it's not in its place, this stone statue tower can't run away."

　　 Wonbaek’s calm voice fell, and the Gwangju prefect, who was riding side by side beside him, let out a brave laugh, and then continued to speak:

　　 "With the stone statue tower, I, Gwangju, with such a profound background, I can finally be seen by the entire Daxia people, happy, happy!"

　　 As Qiu Shan sighed up to the sky, at the end of the wide street, the scorching sun in the east just came out, and the light poured down.

But in the next moment, the entire Ben Lei Army, as well as the monk Si Tian Jian's complexion, changed drastically, because accompanied by the blazing sun, it was the billowing blue aura that surged across the entire half of the sky in the west, and the deafening wave after wave. The wave of violent sword sounds passed down from the top of Wanjian Mountain.

　　 All the citizens in the entire Metropolis were awakened, and they ran out the door and looked up.

　　 Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, three hundred miles of blue qi covered the sky and the sun, and under the sword qi, a green lotus slowly rose up, suspended in the air, a radius of hundreds of miles, clearly visible.

　　 A moment later, a sharp, steady and thick voice was passed down from the sky, and it spread to everyone's ears:

　　 "Murong and Bucai, especially to the lord of the great summer, Fuyao the Great, went to the burial lake of Wanjian Mountain in the Metropolitan City. Seven days later, if you win, you will be holy, and if you lose, you will die!"

　　 The vigorous voice rang back and forth in the streets and alleys of the Metropolitan City. The whole city was shocked, and then there was a grunt, which directly detonated.

　　Qiu Shan, the prefect of Gwangju, only felt a chill rushing from the top to the bottom, and he turned over and dismounted, staring at the huge sword lotus above the western sky, and let out a roar:

　　 "Murong He, your majesty has already let you go, now he dares to fight his majesty to life and death, what a damn, **** it!"