The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 The Jiaming Hall of the White Emperor Palace, in the spacious hall, there are more than 3,000 tables neatly arranged for banquets and hospitality.

　　 Fuyao the Great invited the entire Confucian School, and the bells, drums and piano sounded in the hall.

The Confucian school established by the master alone advocated people-oriented, self-cultivation first, followed by Taoism, and then the peaceful sentient beings. Therefore, it is extremely frugal and pays attention to etiquette. The entire three thousand people salute Zhao Yu, please peace, drink alcohol, and move uniformly. The meticulous, the scene is extremely spectacular.

　　 Until the young Master of Great Xia and the master of the Confucian School moved to the Imperial Garden to continue their discussions, the more than 3,000 disciples let them go, but they only communicated in low voices, toasted and drank.

　　 The friendship between gentlemen is as pale as water. Perhaps after tonight, three thousand scholars will give birth to Shenzhou. When they meet their classmates again, I don’t know when.

　　 When you have to drink it together.

　　 The imperial garden of the White Emperor Palace, under the mysterious sky.

　　 The old and the young are sitting opposite each other. The two of them are monarchs and ministers, and they are also brothers.

On the counter table opposite the two, there is a delicate small red stove above the small fire. The wine is slightly boiling and the aroma is tangy. Yes, it is wine, not tea. Zhao Yu usually likes tea and does not like wine, but not It doesn't mean that he can't drink. Since Jiguan officially became an adult, the prohibition has no effect on him, so he just doesn't like it, but not unable to. But today, he has the impulse to be ridiculous.

　　 Green Ant Xinjiu, red clay small wine stove.

　　 Zhao Yu raised his right hand, made a please gesture, and asked faintly:

　　 "Brother, this night, can you drink a cup of snow?"

Dong Guo Lezheng, an old man with white beard and hair, raised the red clay pot and filled the two wine glasses in front of him, and then responded in a full voice:

　　 "A cup is not enough, a thousand cups are enough."

After they finished speaking, the two of them toasted and staggered, then raised their heads and drank them. Zhao Yu only felt a burst of hot heat boil from his lungs. He couldn't help squinting his eyes, and his handsome and majestic face was also brought on. A little bit of red.

　　 The old man continued to raise his hand to fill the glass in front of him, and continued to speak:

　　 "Your Majesty, from tomorrow, there will be no more Confucianism in Daxia, and some are just Daxia Xuegong."

　　 "Brother, will you and the entire Confucian school blame me for breaking you apart and spreading them into this vast 36 states, even the clan name can't be kept?"

　　 Zhao Yu's steady voice fell, and the old man shook his head immediately, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said:

"Your Majesty must not have such thoughts. Fifteen years ago, the teacher moved the entire Confucian school to Chunhua Fortress, which made its influence in Daxia become lower and lower, perhaps because today, there is no kind of education, and the world is universal. It’s the teacher’s long-time wish and the faith that we disciples have paid for it. I have all seen hope in His Highness and willing to be driven by His Highness. As for the so-called Confucian School, it is just a title."

　　 "This is my first step."

　　 Zhao Yujiang's body was slightly straightened, his brows were slightly frowned, and the rolling emperor was released outwards, his color was confident and assertive, and he continued to speak:

"The human race has a limited life span. Except for the sage who has stepped on the Ninth Heaven, who has a thousand-year lifespan, the rest of them, whether they are masters of the birth and death realm or ordinary people, only have a life span of a hundred years. The life of most human races is divided into four stages, and Daxia Academy is responsible for the education of the childhood stage. I want all the children of Daxia to understand what Tao is."

　　 At this point, the young emperor once again toasted and drank his glass, his calm voice consciously brought the co-lord of the world, and his domineering promise.

"Whether they can absorb the vitality of the heavens and the earth and become a practitioner is their own good fortune, and I, the Lord of Great Xia, provides a channel for the people to understand Dao and learn knowledge and etiquette since childhood. That is my duty. Although I know that Daxia is too big and there are too many people in the 36 states, it is not enough for a mere three thousand scholars to give birth to Shenzhou, but a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. A single spark can start a prairie fire. Let this flame of hope , Has been burning blazingly since today."

　　The black-clothed old man Dongguo Lezheng stood up, bowed to Zhao Yubi respectfully, and said convincingly:

　　 "Your majesty, great talent, fortunate for the human race, great Xia is on the rise."

　　 "Brother, we drink today and are not allowed to salute, otherwise we will not be happy."

　　 "That old man is going to talk about being crazy today, and be presumptuous!"

　　 "Come on, do it."

　　After three rounds of wine, the old and the young looked a little drunk. This green ant has a lot of stamina, and for Zhao Yu, who is new to the taste of wine, it is really not very powerful, and even his head is a little confused.

　　 In fact, based on the monk's own control over his body and the power of heaven and earth, most of the wine can evaporate directly from the body, unless it is a special wine made by geniuses such as Xuantianmu wine.

Although the green ant wine is strong, the hotness is like countless little ants climbing in the stomach, but it still belongs to the category of ordinary wine, but the two brothers let them get drunk. In fact, for most The drinker asks for this drunk.

　　The big dream is thousands of years, and there are so many guests in the dream.

　　 One drunk and one waking up is a lifetime.

　　 "Big brother, I met the second brother a few days ago among ordinary soldiers in the endless mountain, but he was missing half of his teeth, and at the same time lost most of his cultivation."

　　Although Zhao Yu, who drank for the first time, was a little drunk, his voice was still steady. When the old man in black Confucian robes opposite him heard the three words for Brother Er, he stopped his drinking hand, his eyes were complicated, and then he responded:

　　 "He was punched, which sealed his cultivation and realm at the same time, but the most important thing was that he could not forgive himself."

　　 "Who hit that punch?"

　　 Hearing Zhao Yu's question, the old man Dongguo Lezheng's drunkenness disappeared on his old face, and he fell into silence. After a long time, he spoke softly.

　　 "It was the master who knocked off the second brother's teeth with one punch."

　　 Zhao Yu suddenly raised his head with a shocked look on his face. In his impression, no matter what happens, the master, who is as calm as Kunlun Mountain, would have such an angry time.

"The Yunxuan family rebelled, and the whole endless mountain was in danger. Your father rushed to the endless mountain Yulong Pass. At that time, there was your second brother with him, but in the end, you also know that your father died of exhaustion. The Yulong Pass was breached, but your second brother finally came back alive and knelt in front of the master who rushed over. The master slammed a punch. So far, the second brother went to the endless mountain and never stepped into the Central Plains."

There was a sigh in the old man’s voice, and Zhao Yu was also silent, and a slightly thin figure appeared in his mind unconsciously, wearing a shield mountain army heavy armor on his not tall body, which seemed a bit contrary to peace. , Grinning open, showing half of his missing teeth, running tirelessly outside Yulong Pass, fighting on the fierce battlefield, dragging wounded human warriors one after another away from the battlefield.

　　 This run lasted more than ten years.

　　He is by no means afraid of death.

　　Why did he return to the capital city alone alive?

　　 He doesn't say it, maybe it will always be a mystery.