The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Tonight above the Baidi Palace, the moon hung high above is particularly bright. Although it is at the end of the month, it is just a crooked waning moon, but it shines on the black brick cornices of the Lingbo Palace. Above it, the birds engraved on it fly, and the beasts are rushing, clearly visible.

　　 Inside the Lingbo Hall, the scene was weird. Several elderly people, who were close to four hundred years old in total, poured pink and greasy Dao Gong Peach Blossom Wine into the glass in front of them, and then drank them with their heads up.

　　 "These years, I have worked hard for you too."

A soft voice came from the old lady’s mouth. She looked at the three people in front of her, with complex expressions in her eyes, and the old lady was already very good King Zhenhai since she was young. She raised her glass and responded. :

　　 "To be able to watch Daxia step by step to the present, I feel that this life is worth it, and speaking of hard work, sister Yan has worked harder, and she has supported Daxia alone for so many years."

　　 "Yu'er will ascend the throne in a few days, I, I will take off the burden."

　　 Speaking of her most proud grandson, the old lady has a smile unconsciously on her face, and her whole body exudes strange vitality.

After Zhao Yu came to power, all the things he did were extremely beautiful. The queen mother was naturally extremely satisfied. At this time, her expression was like an ordinary Daxia old man showing off her descendants with an old friend who had not seen her for many years. , Full of pride.

The king of Bei'an, who changed his clothes and raised his white hair upwards, had a faint dust and majesty in his whole person, which was very different from his temperament when he came. He did not speak, but just drank to himself. Wine, and the Ximan King who had just played a game next to him also drank the wine and was silent, so there were only two old ladies in the entire Lingbo Hall, chatting about the family.

　　 Suddenly the old lady turned her head, looked at King Ximan, and asked:

　　 "How has the Southwestern Wild Forest been in recent years, and can't it be suppressed?"

After 　　's voice fell, King Ximan put down his wine glass, his face gradually became serious, shook his head, and responded:

"It's getting harder and harder. The deserters in the southern barbarian jungle are gathering more and more frequent attacks on the border, and they are becoming more and more tyrannical. I think there must be big changes in the southern barbarian jungle, but the spies sent out have never returned. , The most important thing is that it has been less than a year since the eruption of the Valley of Giants once every fifty years, so the pressure on the southwest of Daxia will be even greater than the endless mountain. This time I return to Beijing to report on my work. Then report this to the new emperor."

　　 The old lady continued to take a sip of the peach blossom wine, without worrying on her face, she opened her mouth and said with relief:

　　 "Be at ease, Yuer will handle it."

　　 Under the night sky, in the imperial garden of the Baidi Palace, countless colorful wood elves are flying around, like a dreamy fairy forest.

　　 A young boy with a bronze skin and a fur coat stopped slightly, then looked up, with horror in his eyes.

　　 There is a very tall tree in front of it, and its dense branches and leaves grow indefinitely. The entire tree canopy obscures the sky and even occupies half of the sky.

　　 The extremely strong breath of life radiated from the sacred tree, covering the whole body of the young man, giving him the feeling of returning to the primitive southern wilderness.

　　 But even if a teenager grew up in the Southern Wilderness known as the billions of jungles, he had never seen such a tall and lush sacred tree.

　　 So this is the Shenjing City, this is the White Emperor Palace!

　　The young man thought to himself in his heart, and then quickened his pace to follow the bald man leading the way.

　　 In fact, he had just asked this burly man, who was a bit taller than the deserted man, what the name of the sacred tree in front of him was, but the other party just smiled and did not answer.

　　 Mo about a quarter of an hour later, the boy was taken under the Xuantian Wood.

Under the tree, there are green life spirits flying around like fireflies, and there is a young man with bare feet, immersed in a wooden barrel below, squinting his eyes, and a comfortable face. Sitting a young scholar who was yawning and sleepy.

　　 is a very strange combination, but the identity of the person who can freely soak his feet in the imperial garden of the White Emperor Palace has already become apparent.

　　 So the boy from the jungle of Nanban, after approaching, he knelt on one knee and said in a loud voice:

　　 "Ximan Prince's Mansion, at the end of the Lebanon battle, see His Royal Highness Taisun."

　　 "Are you from Nanban?"

　　 Zhao Yu lowered his head, and his voice passed down.

　　 "Yes, I grew up in the jungle since I was a child, and this is the first time I have entered the Central Plains." At the end, Li Zhan's answer seemed neither humble nor overbearing.

　　 Zhao Yu nodded, beckoned to him, motioned to sit next to him, and his voice sounded:

　　 "Get up, sit here, I am calling you over so late this time to get to know the southern wild forest in the southwest. I don't know much about that side."

　　 At the end of the battle, Li congealed for a while, and then asked:

　　 "The southern barren forest is extremely vast and wide. What aspect does Your Highness want to start with?"

　　 "Desolate people!" The calm voice of the young Daxia Lord faintly lingered under the entire Xuantianmu.

　　 For the southwest of Daxia, the deserted people are a hurdle that can't be crossed. Just like on the border of endless Shanxi, foreign races are the enemy. Similarly, the deserted people are also a major disaster in the southwest of Daxia.

"Compared to alien races, the deserters may be a lot stranger among the people of Daxia, because they are not as powerful as alien races, and under the suppression of the Li family, they have never invaded the Central Plains, but it does not mean But underestimate them."

　　 The face of the young man at the end of the Lebanon battle gradually became serious, with a vaguely murderous look. It was obvious that he was stained with a lot of the blood of the deserted people.

"The difference between deserted people and alien races is that there is an endless relationship between humans and alien races. For deserted people, His Majesty Taizu’s policy is to support one of the lines and divide and transform them. The relationship with Daxia is mixed, but recently, for some reason, more and more tribes have fallen to hostile forces, and the fighting has become more and more intense."

　　 "Yuan Bai, you are also from the south, so you should be familiar with Nanban. What do you think about this matter?"

　　 Zhao Yu turned his head to the young scholar next to him, looking at the latter with ebony-black pupils, Yuan Bai stretched out his right hand to touch his chin, and said thoughtfully:

"Fuzhou, where I was before, is still a bit away from Nanban, the southwesternmost, so I don’t know much about the specific situation. However, in this case, I guess it cannot be separated from the Valley of Giants, one of the eight forbidden areas. According to legend, the deserters are the Nanban giants. Only the blood from the ancestors can change the group of stubborn humanoid apes."

　　 Zhao Yu lifted his feet from the water basin, then took the silk cloth that Liang Po handed over, wiped off the water drops on his feet, and said faintly:

　　 "It seems that after I became the throne, there are still a lot of internal and external troubles."

　　 "The vast land of China in the Central Plains, such a treasured land, there will definitely be many coveters."

"Then whoever dares to look, dig out its eyeballs, and whoever dares to reach out, chop off his hands. If you are still obsessed with understanding, I still said that, only blood can reach the depths of the soul, and only blood can show it Daxia Glory."

Looking at this one in front of me, the young emperor who rolled up his trouser legs and bare his feet, but said such **** words, came from the wild forests of southwest China. The young man who saw the Lord of Great Xia for the first time met Li Zhan, but I don’t know why. The blood in the depths began to surge uncontrollably.

　　 Maybe this is what his grandfather Wang Ximan often said, young man mad, young heart?