The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　"The world once said that in this world, there are two magical powers that are the most invisible and deadly. One is time and the other is love. Therefore, both the palace and your majesty know that at this time Po'er, your heart hurts."

　　 In the pavilion on the moonlit night of the Baidi Palace, there is a rouge wearing a white shawl, and the voice is soft, but with distress.

　　 Since ancient times, love has not been known, and it has always been affectionate. However, love is an invisible knife. As long as it is emotional, it will be difficult to resist.

Liang Po is recognized as an unparalleled defense in the entire Daxia cultivation world, invincible in the same realm, but the defense on the scales of the flesh is useless in front of this knife called the love word, and the love hurts this knife directly. Entered the former's heart with unimaginable pain.

　　 "I was late, I couldn't save her."

Liang Po's response is still as calm as before, as if he was telling something very ordinary, but as Yanzhi said, his temperament is very similar to Zhao Yu, and his emotions are not obvious, so Few people understand the pain in this faint voice.

　　 But Zhao Yu understands Liang Po, and Rouge also understands. Then Rouge did not directly say some useless comforting words, but continued to pat Liang Po's shoulder, and then said:

"In fact, your Majesty told me one night about the girl named Xueyan. Your Majesty said that the girl was very tall and she was a perfect match when she stood with you. When I said that Liang Po, you actually have a girl you like, I was really surprised.

　　 "In Sima Annan's words, the ten thousand year old iron tree has bloomed!"

After 　　 Rouge finished speaking, he smiled, and then continued to speak:

"But this palace is still happy for you from the bottom of my heart, because I always feel that since I am a human being, then this world is so popular that I can't escape or avoid it. I always have to experience it. Merry, loving someone is lucky and unfortunate."

　　 "Your Majesty, he is not romantic."

　　 A soft response came from Liang Po's mouth, then Rouge nodded, blinked with big eyes, red lips lightly opened, and the response came out gently:

　　 "So when I was a child, I felt that your Majesty was not a teenager. He obviously had a young face and pretended to be old."

After 　　 Rouge finished speaking, he continued to turn his gaze to Liang Po in front of him, and then the gentle voice continued:

　　 "Liang Po, you grew up with your majesty since you were young, and under his influence, you are a small adult when you were young."

"When I was young, Your Majesty and I asked the Master how long we would continue to travel throughout the summer. At that time, the Master would say that when we become adults, we don’t need to continue to travel. I used to think that we only need to win the championship. Just an adult, but later found out that it was not the case. Your Majesty wants me to live for myself, but now, she is dead, I don't know how to live for myself."

　　Liangpo’s response sound was a little trembling and fluctuating, and then he looked at his rouge-like eyes, and continued to ask:

　　 "Niang, how should I live for myself?"

　　 "If the moon in the sky can speak, I hope it can tell you, but I really don't know how to answer it. I only know that no matter how you live, it's my heart!

"Maybe you won’t be able to see that girl again for a long time, but when you meet her again, you can let her know that in every windy day, you have never failed. Do what you want to do, maybe Live for yourself."

After 　　 Rouge's voice fell, Liang Po fell into silence. Then he turned his head and looked around the pavilion, which was covered with silver moonlight, like a silver lake-like slate floor. After a long time, he gently responded:

　　 "If Mingyue can speak, it will tell me that she is dead, her body is cold in my arms and her breath is cut off."

　　 "No, Po'er, you are wrong."

　　 Rouge shook his head, and turned his head to look at the ground in front of him, and then the voice continued to faint:

　　 "In the story that your majesty told me, the snow smoke girl turned into a seed, and the seed will eventually germinate and bloom, isn't it?"

When 　　 Rouge said, Liang Po slowly turned his head and looked at Rouge's increasingly red face under the light. Although he did not speak, the questioning sound in his eyes had already revealed the meaning very clearly.

　　 Then Rouge gently raised his hand and opened it, only to see an extremely small and inconspicuous seed exposed in front of the two. The seed was extremely dry and even most of it was rotten. Then Rouge's soft voice sounded in the pavilion:

"This is the most common willow seed, which is the catkin we often say in Daxia, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it has lost all water and rotted. It can undoubtedly be called dead, but in the eyes of different people , Its status is different."

After 　　 finished speaking, Rouge gently grasped his hand, and at the same time, on the entire palm of his right hand, a large amount of green light appeared in the void like bubbles, boiling upward.

After three breaths, Rouge's right hand opened again, but this time, the willow seed in the palm of his hand, which had been judged to be dead, directly grew emerald green buds, and a small group of white hairs grew out, extending Into the green surroundings, glowing with eye-catching vitality.

"Whether it is the willow seed in my hand, or the person who is known as the spirit of all things, to heaven and earth, we all belonged to the seed at the beginning. Since the seed still exists, it may be difficult, not easy, but you have to believe it. There is always time for germination."

After 　　 Rouge finished speaking, looking at Liang Po's slightly fluctuating eyes in front of him, the voice continued:

"This is the concept your Majesty gave to this palace, and now this palace will hand it over to you. When the mountains and rivers are in doubt, there will always be a bright future. The snow smoke girl left the seeds, which will make you become Stronger, maybe when you reach the next level, you can take root and sprout this seed. Although Shenzhou has no way to do it, the world is so big."

Rouge was not loud this time, but after Liang Po's particularly deafening voice fell, the empress of the Great Xia Muyi world gently lifted the small group of white catkins in her hand with a calm expression. .

　　 Because in Rouge's heart, whether it is ordinary willow seeds or other extremely precious flower seeds, both are equal.

Then this seed that was rejuvenated with vigor and vitality floated into the air. Under the blowing of the spring breeze, it exuded a faint light and flew away, becoming the one among the thousands of flying catkins in this spring. One member.

　　 Maybe a few months later, a new willow tree will grow out of a river in the city of Shenjing. It is both ordinary and extraordinary.