The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 After the hall was released, Zhao Yu carefully packed the things on the desk as usual, then walked out the door and got in the carriage.

It’s worth mentioning that Xiao Huang was not the one pulling the cart. This guy was sent back to the Netherwing Lair for devil training. The grieving eyes and the tearful look in his eyes just made the viewer cry. The hearer was sad, but this was all in vain in front of Guan Zhengqing.

　　 He is really the devil, Xiao Huang has been determined.

It may be that most of the people in Shenjing went to Zhuquemen to watch the saint enter the capital. The alleys of Shenjing were empty, so the carriages traveled very fast, but the direction was not Zhuquemen or the bitter tea house where they lived, but the northernmost part of Shenjing. , Xuanwumen.

The old lady promised to Zhao Yu and let him live the life of an ordinary teenager for a few days before the crown. She did what she said, and kept everything out of the door. Even the banquet for the saints, Zhao Yu didn’t have to attend, she knew Zhao Yu Don't like socializing, since she is not dead yet, she and Empress Wu can support everything.

Xuanwu Gate can be said to be the city gate with the least traffic in the entire Shenjing. The geographical location of Shenjing is already in the northwest of Daxia, and the Xuanwu Gate is the entrance to the endless mountain, except for the two guarding entrances. This is a military satellite fortress, and what is left is the endless stretches of the Tiger Crouching Mountains and the permafrost wasteland, where ordinary people simply cannot survive.

　　 Those who entered the Xuanwu Gate towards the sunrise were the Daxia soldiers who set off on the endless mountain. Xuanwu Gate witnessed too many tears, laughter and triumphs, like a dividing line between life and death, sorrow and joy.

　　 Stepping out of the Xuanwu Gate is the **** battlefield in Xijiang.

　　 A carriage drove out of the Xuanwu Gate leisurely. The driver was a tall, bald, brawny man, and a girl with big eyes sat beside him, holding a simple sword box with his right hand.

　　As the carriage moved forward, the scenery outside the carriage became more and more desolate, with less and less greenery, and there were some broken walls everywhere. Because of the cold weather, there was a layer of hoarfrost floating on it, which looked desolate and desolate.

These were originally all prosperous buildings and fertile land. Fifteen years ago, the Yunyu family rebelled, the prince died in battle, the alien race rushed out of the endless mountain, besieged the capital city, burned, killed, and looted. It is such a desolate and broken scene.

　　 After the regent King Wu succeeded to the throne, he ordered the remains of this place to be preserved as a warning, and always reminded that the **** enemies are not shameful, and should not be forgotten or not allowed.

　　 After a short half-day, a circular light gate directly leading to the sky appeared in the distance, exuding a misty light and strong spatial fluctuations. After this gate, there is an endless mountain.

Under the light gate, there is a towering Great Wall thousands of miles long, like a giant dragon, winding around, above the wall, a dense array of sergeants patrols, ten steps one sentry, twenty steps one beacon tower, huge **** wolf smoke Since rising in the cold winter, looking from afar, there is a sense of steam rising.

　　 The curtain of the carriage was lifted, Zhao Yu hung the curtain, looked up at the huge light door in the distance, and was silent.

　　 There are two huge fortresses in the Great Wall of Endless Mountain. One is inside the Guangmen and the other is outside the Guangmen. The names are very delicate and they are said to be taken by the empress when she was young, Chunhua and Qiuyue.

　　 Chunhua is outside, and Qiuyue is inside. It is Chunhua Fortress that Zhao Yu is going to go to today, because there is one city, one gate, one palace, two pavilions, and one of the five Confucian schools in this city.

　　 The Confucian School was founded by the Master. The Master was Zhao Yu's master. The Master used his own life to change Zhao Yu's fate against the heavens. Therefore, the Confucian School is the cause and effect of the sage and also belongs to the cause and effect of Zhao Yu.

　　Everything in the world, one drink and one peck, there must be a reason.

　　 It is actually difficult for Zhao Yu to face this cause and effect, so he will be delayed until this time, but the crown is about to come, and he has to face some things.

Ten years ago, the Confucian School moved from Shenjing to Chunhua Fortress and founded the Chunhua Academy. He started preaching every day. There was no kind of teaching. Since then, he has gradually withdrawn from the big summer rivers and lakes as a turning point, and his influence has gone straight down. .

　　 But the fortress sergeant who came to the Academy a few days ago found that the gate of the Academy had been closed since seven days ago and has not been opened until today.

　　 Until a carriage stopped outside the Chunhua Academy, a young man with a thick cotton hat, a girl with a sword-backed box, and a bald man stood in front of the gate, raising his hand and gently buckling the gate.

　　 "咚, 咚, 咚."

After three buckles, the door slowly opened, and the crowd was out of sight, and there were neatly arranged desks. Everyone wore white simple summer dresses and stood upright. By the table.

At the center of 　　 Renhai is a high platform. On the high platform, there are two desks. One is standing next to an old man and the other is waiting. The rest of the desks are placed around the high platform in a square and upright manner.

　　 Suddenly there was old age, but a breath of energy rang in the center, and then echoed in the sky.

　　 "One worship, to Master Uncle!"

　　 All the disciples knelt down, fell to the ground, and bowed down.

　　 "Second worship, respect your Royal Highness Taisun!"

　　 All the disciples bow down again.

　　 "Get up!"

　　 The disciples stood up and looked at Zhao Yu who was standing at the door with a full of heroic face and a pair of eyes.

　　 Zhao Yu looked solemn, raised his hand to remove the cotton cap from his head, and handed it to Liang Po. The two scarlet vertical lines of Tu Sheng on the center of his eyebrows were shining, exuding a breathtaking light.

　　 He stepped forward and crossed the threshold, his eyes were calm as water, and then he meticulously contended, bent over, and responded.

The disciples on both sides automatically divided a road directly to the central high platform. Under the gaze of countless lights, Zhao Yu raised his foot forward, his steps were steady, and the distance of each step was equal. At the same time, Liang Po closed the gate of the academy and guarded the entrance. , Cut off all sight from the outside.

　　 Zhao Yu walked up to the high platform and sat cross-legged on the desk, just like the place where he taught students every day in the past few years, sitting opposite the old man.

　　 "Take a seat!"

　　While the old man waved his hand, all the disciples under the stage were seated at the same time, like a precision-running machine.

In terms of seniority, Zhao Yu has always been called Master Master, but in fact he is the youngest disciple of the Master, so he is also the uncle of the thousands of Confucian disciples below, although Zhao Yu is much younger than them, Not even the crown.

The old man in front of Zhao Yu, about eighty or so, wore a black Confucian robe, which happened to be the same as Zhao Yu, and his eyes looked at Zhao Yu with a hint of kindness, which was different from those with advanced cultivation that Zhao Yu had seen before. His figure is a little rickety, and his face is not ruddy, but there are some age spots.

"Little brother, this is the first time we have met. The teacher has accepted four disciples in this life. I was the first to get started. Therefore, I am now in charge of the Confucian School. Your father is the third. As for your second brother, I haven't returned in the endless mountains for many years."

　　 Zhao Yu got up again to salute the old man. Although it was the first time he met, he felt a taste of desire in the old man, that was the taste of home.

　　 Although Confucianism retired in Daxia for ten years, the old man’s name was indeed thunderous.

　　 The eighth place on the Daxia Mountain and Sea List, Dongguo Lezheng, the master of Confucianism.