The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 noontime scene, in the eastern suburbs of Shenjing City, in the simple house of Taifu, the big **** that has been stocking for several years may indicate that he will soon be dead, waving his wings, He clucked in his own reserve, expressing the last swan song of his life.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman dressed in a commoner stepped directly into the vegetable field, and then reached out and lifted the big **** directly with a thunder and thunder. Among them, there was panic and sorrow.

The middle-aged woman is the eldest daughter of Tai Fu Wenyu. She inherited the simplicity of the latter, so she worked extremely swiftly. She held the struggling big **** in her hand with one hand, and wiped the chicken neck with a knife in the other. After that, the next step was to immerse in hot water and pluck the hairs. After a while, a bare rooster was taken to the kitchen.

　　 After the middle-aged woman entered the kitchen, Liang Po's burly body with a bright bald head also walked in, and then under the curious and even horrified eyes of the women in the kitchen, he spoke lightly:

　　 "I can cook, do I need help?"

　　 After half an hour, the tangy scent of food permeated from the kitchen to all directions, and in the nave, the old man who was talking with Zhao Yu smelled the scent, his eyes brightened, and he smiled and said:

　　 "Your Majesty, the old man has never smelled such a strong scent in his life. It must not have been done by my two daughters. I heard that Mr. Liang next to his Majesty has the best cooking skills in Beijing. It seems that the old man is blessed today."

　　As soon as this remark came out, Zhao Yu responded with some surprise:

　　 "Liang Po is a big five and three rough guy, and he doesn't even say anything on weekdays. How his name is even heard of you, the teacher who never asked the world."

　　 "That's because your Majesty underestimated Master Liang, and underestimated yourself."

　　The old man Wen Yu smiled, and then looked at Zhao Yu's eyes in front of him, and the voice of vicissitudes of life continued:

"Your Majesty, you don’t know anything about it. You, the young and invincible, have long been the undefeated belief in the hearts of all young people. Not only your Majesty, but also the Huijun and Nightmare Division of that day are all young people who talk about it, but because The identities of these two armies have always been mysterious, and the only thing known to the world is Lord Liang, the invincible guard of the Radiant Army.

　　 "When the old man was teaching in the school, Mr. Liang almost heard the name of the cocoon. Even when he returned home, those grandsons were also his admirers, so it is hard to know."

After speaking, the old man touched his white beard on his own and laughed. The old man's mentality was very good, and the corners of Zhao Yu's mouth were slightly lifted. In just six months, the two depended on each other since childhood. For the young people who traveled throughout Daxia, everything has changed too much.

　　 But for Liang Po, everything seems to have not changed. What he loves has not changed, and what he wants to protect has not changed. Perhaps this is the so-called heart of a child.

In the kitchen, Liang Po, who took out the last dish, took off the apron on his chest, and walked out of the kitchen with his expression unchanged under the gaze of everyone in the room, and behind him, there were two admiring faces. Little attendant.

　　 Then the two young grandchildren of Mr. Wen, under the command of his mother, were not afraid of life, ran to the entrance of the nave together, and then bowed down respectfully and bowed down a big ceremony, and said in unison:

　　 "Your Majesty, Grandpa, have lunch!"

　　 "Well, you two little guys go first, and your majesty and I will come later."

　　 Originally the place where Mr. Wen ate lunch was in the kitchen, but today’s scale is obviously different, so he put the table in the courtyard and divided it into two tables. Zhao Yu and the old man had a separate table, and the others had another table.

　　 Then Zhao Yu took his seat, and the old gentleman beside him looked at the delicious mountain delicacies and fresh rivers in front of him, as well as some special foods for the New Year in the northwest of Daxia. Lang Lang could not help but say:

　　 "Ancient legend is on the twenty-fourth of the twelfth lunar month. The king is eager to talk, the cloud, the wind, and the horse are small, the family has cups and plates, and the pig's head is rotten meat and fish are fresh, and the bean paste, sweet and pine powder bait group."

　　 "Master is very interested."

　　 "Your Majesty is willing to stay and have a casual meal. It is my Wen family's fortune!"

　　 The old gentleman's complexion became more and more ruddy, his blood was surging, and he looked quite excited. It is true that Emperor Fuyao came to pay a New Year's greetings in person and had a meal together, which represented the premier holy family of Daxia.

　　 At the same time, Gwangju Metropolitan City.

　　Households also prepared extremely rich food to worship the stove fire, and gathered together to celebrate the new year. The capital of Gwangju, which has a population comparable to the capital city, is completely immersed in the rich Chinese New Year atmosphere.

　　 Gwangju was originally the birthplace of the human race. Most of the customs of the 36 states at this time were spread from Gwangju. Therefore, there is a saying in Daxia that the year of this metropolis is the most authentic.

In fact, the stone statue tower that was originally placed in Chuzhou Qiushui City was originally arranged in Gwangju Metropolitan City. There are not many people who can change Zhao Yu's will in this world, but the old lady is definitely one. The queen mother personally promised that Lingbo giant whale would go to Lingbo Lake to see it, so Zhao Yu didn't want the old lady to travel around, so he changed the stone statue tower to the shore of Lingbo Lake.

However, although they have not caught up with this first wave of transmission opportunities, the people know that in the land of a state, Gwangju, which has gathered a full one-tenth of the population of Daxia, will come back sooner or later, and it will definitely not be too much. Long.

　　 In addition to a large population and a long history, Gwangju Metropolitan City also has a strong heritage of kendo.

　　 Outside the Metropolitan City, on the top of Wanjian Mountain, Burying Jian Lake.

Different from the calm and no wave when Zhao Yu came, at this time, the huge burial sword lake was turbulent, like boiling water, with billowing bubbles rising up, and at the same time countless blue sword qi rushed out from it, merged into the sky, and gradually formed a A blue lotus in bud.

　　At the same time, all the ten thousand swords that were originally inserted in the lake were trembling constantly, and the fragmented void sword energy enveloped the entire lake, making it an exquisite territory, which was simply difficult to approach.

At the edge of the sword gas by the lake, all the people of the Wanjian Pavilion sect, up to the elder, down to the disciples, all sit cross-legged quietly, and in front of these people sits a young girl wearing a white monk's uniform with a face It's not gorgeous at first glance, but it feels like a stunning sword that contains the sharpness of the whole body.

The girl raised her eyes and stared at the front, her eyes pierced through the countless sword auras rising above the lake, and she saw the center of the big lake, a middle-aged man who was wrapped in green lotus, sitting cross-legged and receiving ten thousand swords worship, with a trace of worry in her eyes. Born with a sword heart, she can feel the difference and the dangers of the entire sword mountain.

　　Wanjian Pavilion pavilion master Muronghe, at this time, was about to absorb the sharp energy of the countless swords in the entire Wanjian Mountain, and formally attacked the Holy Throne.

　　 When the green lotus blooms, it is the time when the nine-fold staircase to the sky appears.

　　 Jiansheng opened his lips slightly, and whispered in a worried voice:

　　 "Master!"