The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 At noon, the blazing sun is in the sky, and the rich taste of food gradually diffuses out of the houses of Shenjing City, covering the streets and alleys of this world's most powerful city.

　　 At the time of lunch, the world's delicacies gathered in the Shenjing City made the people on the bustling street all gather in the surrounding restaurants, making the streets of Liuye Alley a lot more spacious.

At the intersection of 　　 Willow Leaf and Zizhu Alley, that wide black carriage is slowly driving out of Willow Leaf Alley at a steady speed, towards the east of Qinglong Street.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Yu and Sima Annan sat opposite each other, while Liang Po was driving the carriage outside. This bald man, who has become more and more taciturn, just learned the story that belongs to Sun Qian, the ups and downs in his eyes, It's hard to calm down for a long time.

　　 Liangpo’s heart was touched, and he could empathize with him, and inside the carriage, Sima Annan’s words also carried a sense of sorrow:

　　 "White hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate is long. I don't know where the autumn frost is found in the mirror."

　　 Sima Annan looked sad on his handsome face at this time, raised his hand and picked up the tea cup in front of him, after taking a sip, the voice continued:

　　 "Your Majesty, I used to think that in those stories, Acacia had white head and white hair like autumn frost, just an exaggerated fabrication, but now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I still feel sad and hard to let go of for a long time."

　　 Sima Annan’s voice fell, and then Zhao Yu, who opened his eyes amidst autistic eyes and rested, gently asked:

　　 "Sima Annan, what are you unforgettable about?"

"Is it because Sun Qian and that Miss Song Mansion had been in love with each other but had never seen each other for 16 years? Or Miss Song has not married since then, Acacia Whitehead, and Sun Qian after serving in endless Shanxi, Sneak back to see the affectionate last glance?"

　　 As the young emperor’s steady inquiries were lingering in the carriage, Sima Annan put down the tea cup in his hand, and after thinking for a long time, he responded:

　　 "Return to your Majesty, there are all!"

　　As soon as he said this, the corners of Zhao Yu's mouth slightly lifted, his right hand gently stroked the white jade teacup on the desk in front of him, and the emperor sounded:

"In fact, whether it is the regret of good luck or the affection of lovesickness, it represents sadness and pain. I have heard people say that the so-called tragedy is to break the best things for others to see. Only in this way can it be remembered for a long time.

　　 "Therefore, Sima Annan, what is really hard to let go of is that everyone is afraid to replace the grief and suffering."

　　 After Zhao Yu's slow voice fell, his ebony black eyes also contained ups and downs of emotions. Then after the young emperor drank a cup of tea, his voice came out again:

　　"I was equally excited and sorrowful about what happened to the second brother, so I let them meet.

"But relatively speaking, people in the world always remember all kinds of misfortunes, but take it for granted that all happiness is the same. In fact, this is wrong. Compared with those hard-hearted tragedies, I would rather see that. Cookie-cutter happiness."

　　 Inside the carriage, when the voice of the young emperor fell, Sima Annan's complexion gradually turned from melancholy to condensed, and then he put his hands flat on the desk in front of him, and a clear voice sounded:

　　 "I remember clearly, once asked your Majesty, what is the appearance of the country?

"At that time, His Majesty replied that this world is turbid and impermanent, and it is often fortunate to make people, and there are thousands of things in the world. There are lotus roots that are silt but not stained, and that there are naturally hidden diseases under civilization. It looks like that the soul of every citizen has its own destination."

　　 "This is also the direction that I have been working hard for, but the road is long and long, and there is still a long way for us and Daxia to walk."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he picked up the teacup and took another sip of tea. Then he reached out and opened the curtain of the carriage window. Suddenly, a bright sunlight shone in from the window, even under the light, the tiny floating The dust, clearly up and down like smoke in the eyes of a few people.

　　 Then Sima Annan stretched out his slender right hand, opened it and tried to hold the sunlight, while a clear voice continued:

"Actually, for most of the creatures in the world, being able to live safely and steadily under the sun is the greatest happiness. Under the avenue is the weak and strong food, that is, I don't know the place behind the Arctic Realm. There is no such warm sun."

As soon as the four words 　　 Tai Xuan Land came out, the whole carriage fell into a few breaths of silence, and then a solemn color appeared on Zhao Yujunmei’s face, and a faint emperor voice sounded:

"The inheritance of the Taixuan Land is much longer than our Divine Land Human Race, and such a long inheritance may create an extremely terrifying extreme, that is, the indifference to life, thus forming the ultimate Ruthless social formation.

"Because the life of an individual is so short for infinite time, and it is even more insignificant than the life of my species. Therefore, it is certain that once our sunken island, if it goes through the ups and downs, it will be heavy again. Going back to the land of the Supreme Profound Profound Realm, then the tigers and wolves must be watching, and if you are careless, you will end up torn apart."

　　 The words slowly uttered by the young emperor carried unprecedented dignity in a steady state. Then Sima Annan clenched his fists, and the response sounded:

"The only problem right now is that I don’t know much about the land of the profound mystery, and the most important thing is that the night dire division followed Li Dingshan, and there are a few days to go to the land of the profound mystery. The magical means given to them, whether it is flying messenger or teleporting scroll, can at least send some news.

　　 "But now there is no news. It shows that this place is really mysterious, and it is extremely detrimental to me."

　　 "The complete isolation of information is indeed the worst situation for Daxia."

　　 Sima Annan's voice fell, Zhao Yu nodded, then stretched out the fingers of his right hand and swiped it lightly in front of the desk in front of him, and then the voice came out again:

"The flying messenger that the imperial court sends messages daily is not a complete transmission of the void in the true sense, but relies on wings to tear through the space to fly. Therefore, it is not that the flying messenger cannot come here from the profound land, maybe it is the two. The distance between the two is too far."

　　 "I was mentioned by your majesty like this, but I thought of a possibility."

　　 Then Sima Annan raised his hand to touch his chin, and also stretched out his fingers, and swiped lightly on the desk in front of him, and a clear voice came out:

　　"I have read a few words in the books of Shenji Pavilion. In other words, there may be a sea of ​​stars and sand between the two worlds.

　　"Everyone knows that celestial sand is a thing outside of the sky, and it can break all restrictions, so you might as well try to think about it if there are countless celestial sands forming a barrier.

　　 "That may be the most difficult barrier in the world!"