The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 The old storyteller on the stage is full of wit and every word, and the audience under the stage is also deeply immersed in it, fascinated, and gradually, before the stands, come to listen to the book There are more and more people in Shenjing City.

In front of Zhao Yu and the others, who were standing at the outermost periphery, the original empty space was gradually filled with the flow of people. There were even some monks with extraordinary momentum also stopped and listened. The Ying Family Mausoleum, one of the eight forbidden places in the vast land of China , Its attractiveness is evident.

However, Zhao Yu's attention was attracted by a little baby standing not far away on the edge of the square. This little baby was about six or seven years old, wearing a little shabby cotton jacket, and a little long on his red cheeks. After being blown by the cold wind, the dryness and cracks left behind, and in his hand, holding a series of lifelike sugar people, at this moment, he is tilting his head and feet, looking far away, his face is still faintly excited. , Waiting for the arrival of the little friends.

　　 The weather was very cold. Xiaowa waited for a long time, but he was not annoyed when people were still too late. He just sniffed hard once in a while and sucked back the snot that was about to fall.

　　 After a while, a few children of the same age ran on the street not far away, and they kept waving and shouting:

　　 "Yu Pengfei, Yu Pengfei!"

After these little babies ran, they surrounded the little ones who had been waiting for a long time, and then stared at the sugar man in the latter's hand and swallowed their saliva. The little boy named Yu Pengfei distributed a series of sugar people one by one. Go out and say:

　　 "Here, this is the sugar man I lost in the last competition, but I won't lose again this time. I asked my grandfather and I knew a very, very powerful swordsman."

　　 In front of Pengfei, a little baby in the lead licked the sugar man in his hand impatiently, and responded vaguely.

　　 "Is it better than the sword sage Murong I possessed?"

　　 "Of course, my grandfather said that in the entire Daxia rivers and lakes, among all the knights, he was the only one who was free and easy and happy."

　　 After Yu Pengfei finished speaking, Xiaowa looked triumphant, as if he was the hero who crossed the rivers and lakes, but then his face collapsed because of the problems of the little children who were eating the sugar man on the opposite side.

　　 "Then Yu Pengfei, what are Jianghu?"

　　 "The rivers and lakes, rivers and lakes are rivers and lakes, big rivers, big lakes, in short, they are very big things."

　　 The little baby Yu Pengfei faltered for a long time, then waved his big hand, blurted out, and also wiped a handful of his own nose. The little babies on the opposite side showed a dubious look after hearing it, and then another person continued to ask:

　　 "Then what is the knight you just mentioned?"

　　 Hearing this question, Yu Pengfei's eyes lit up, and her voice became a bit louder.

　　 "I know this. Grandpa said that people who are the country and the people can be called heroes!"

　　 All the little children licked the sugar man, nodded their heads, and showed admiration. The little baby Yu Pengfei smiled and held his chest up.

　　 After continuing to play for a while, the housekeeper who was secretly protecting from a distance slowly approached. When the little children saw this, they agreed to continue the competition next time, and had to reluctantly say goodbye.

A group of small children, led by Jiading, gradually disappeared from the street. Yu Pengfei's small baby recovered. As soon as she turned around, she saw a young man standing in front of him, and then a calm voice came in. In his ears.

　　 "Is the swordsman you just mentioned called Huang Zhao?"

　　 Xiaowa Yu Pengfei raised his head, and saw a pair of black eyes that looked like a starry sky. After a moment of daze, he said:

　　 "Grandpa just told me that his name is Huang Daxia."

　　 "Unexpectedly, anyone still remembers it today."

　　Zhao Yu squatted down, looked at Yu Pengfei, then raised his hand to touch the latter's head, and then said:

　　 "Why are you here alone, where is your family?"

　　 Xiaowa stretched out her right hand, pointed at the storyteller, and replied somewhat old-fashioned:

　　 "Hey, grandpa is telling a book on stage."

In the next half quarter of an hour, Zhao Yu, a young man who had just reached the crown, and Yu Pengfei, a 5 or 6-year-old baby, carried out a cross-century heart-to-heart exchange. The content involved was extremely broad, starting from the favorite Weapon Knife, I talked about my favorite big meat dumpling on Qinglong Street, and in the end I even took out the little girl Yu Pengfei secretly liked the little girl next door called Xiaobi, who was blushing and hesitated.

　　 In the end, an old voice rang from the rear, which ended the exchange.

　　 "Pengfei, who is this?"

Zhao Yu turned around and saw an old man walking slowly, and behind the old man was a crowd that had gradually disappeared. It turned out that during the conversation, the book on this stage has been finished today, and the old man as a storyteller, Then came to find his grandson.

　　 Zhao Yu bowed to the old man and said:

　　 "In Xia Lu Renjia, I came here today with my relatives and friends. It just happened to have a good time with this little friend, so I had a conversation, and I hope you don’t get offended."

　　 "There is nothing wrong with it."

　　 The old man also responded to Zhao Yu, and then continued to speak:

　　 "This kid, who usually talks to me about calligraphy and painting Sugar Man, is also extremely hard, especially when it is cold, even his face is hurt by the wind."

　　 Zhao Yu stood up and continued to touch Xiaowa's head, and the steady voice continued to sound.

　　 "Old man, is there no one else in the house?"

"The kid's father went to the endless mountain back then, but he never came back. Later, his mother gave up after a few years, so he followed my bad old man, Man Shenjing, and he originally paid the pension for Daxia Zhongyi's death. He can grow up without doing anything, but this old bone of mine just can't be idle, I always want to find something to do.

　　 "Fortunately, my ability to paint sugar people and storytellers is not bad, so the children and people in the capital like me quite a bit."

　　 After the old man had finished speaking, he stroked the white beard in front of him, quite proud, and his head and chest posture was exactly the same as that of the only baby Yu Pengfei.

　　 "Puff."

The rouge girl beside Zhao Yu let out a crisp chuckle when he saw it, and the old man obviously recognized the little girl who used to ask where the largest house in the capital city was all over the street. He also looked at Zhao Yu and Rouge with a smile. , The eyes were full of deep meaning, and the girl Rouge's face became more and more red.

　　 "My old man's knowledge is admirable, and I have never heard of the story."

　　 Zhao Yu continued to salute the old man. He admired it from the bottom of his heart. Sure enough, every old man is a precious treasure for Da Xia.

"When I was young, I spent a whole life walking through the entire 36 states of Daxia. I saw uneven roads and helped each other. But the more places I walked, the longer I wanted to settle down. The stronger it became, so I came to this city of God to settle down, although sometimes I still throbbed, but this city of God is big enough, enough for my old bones to toss."

　　 And the little baby on the side also nodded in agreement:

　　 "Yes, that's right, those kids can admire grandpa, and they always ask me to eat candy people."

　　I don't know why, the expressions and appearances of the two grandpa and grandson talked together in an instant, forming something called Chuan and Xia.

　　 It was getting late, and slowly returning to the inconspicuous carriage of the Baidi Palace, Zhao Yu and the young scholar Yuan Bai sat opposite each other.

　　 "Yuan Bai, what do you say is the appearance of the country?"

　　The young scholar hesitated for a long time, but could not answer for a long time, so he could only speak:

　　 "It is difficult to describe in words, or can be summed up with the vision of the ancients, the old has the end, the strong has the use, the young has the support."

　　 "On the road trip, the world is the public, Datong is too far away from us, but also too far from Daxia, and I want to do just one thing."

　　 At this point, the young Lord of Great Xia was full of aura, and his robe was blown up by the rolling emperor, and he reigned over the world in an instant.

　　 "Let every soul have a destination, that's how I understand the home country."