The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 In the northern border of Great Xia, in the Tianmen Gorge, which is like a sword mark from the world, there is a snow pearl that never springs, Tianmen Pass.

Today, the hinterland of Daxia at the end of April, as the spring breeze blows past, is already covered with greenery, but the northern and southern cities of Tianmenguan are still shrouded in snow, even the extremely low temperature is just symbolic There was a slight increase, and there was hardly any change.

Since the Great Xia Northern Army returned from the Arctic, there has been heavy snow on the sky dome of Tianmen Pass. The blizzard covering the entire world has prevented countless hunters living in Nancheng from hunting in the 100,000 mountains, so they have gathered here. Among the restaurants in the city, drinking and boasting.

However, at this time, the atmosphere in the restaurants in Nancheng was not as hot as imagined. On the contrary, it was extremely silent, even with a trace of sorrow. Then in the tavern, a man with a rough face, The wine glass was placed heavily on the table in front of him, and he let out a sigh:

　　 "Don't tell me, wait, although I often use Lao Wang's lace news as a post-dinner talk, but I really heard the news of his death in the northern snowfields, I don't know why, but I am very sad."

This voice undoubtedly speaks the whole Tianmen Pass, and even the aspirations of the people of Daxia. Once upon a time, the people of Daxia were accustomed to listening to the endless trivia of the old Bei'an king from the storyteller, and at the same time the old prince gradually became An indispensable existence for the people.

Over time, in the hearts of all the people, this extremely romantic old man who often did some ridiculous things was no longer the iron-blooded prince who held the Great Northern Army and one of the four upper armies holding the Japanese army. But an extremely kind old friend.

　　 Now that the old friend has passed away, the people of Daxia are in grief and admiration, and there is a trace of other emotions. That emotion is called reluctance.

Tianmen Pass is the guarded place of the Wangjiang clan in Bei'an, so the hunters in the entire Nancheng are undoubtedly more familiar with the former. At this time, the hunters sitting in the tavern, almost every one of them had been on the bustling streets of Nancheng. Above, I have seen the dangling old prince, and what is more, he and the old man have a happy drink, so after learning the news of tomorrow's death, they all remained silent and covered their heads and drank.

　　 Then in the tavern, no one knew anyone, knocking the wine glass in his hand on the table, making a light bang, and then opened his mouth and said loudly:

"Everyone, the old prince finally used the sage's magical powers that swept the entire northern snowy field to declare his most essential identity and responsibility. After all, he is one of the three of us who guard the frontier. One of the kings.

"Since the old King Bei'an and the Jiang family stationed here at Tianmen Pass, those snowmen on the snowy plains of the extreme north have never been able to get good fruits. We hunters who make a living by hunting have gone out of the pass and entered the mountain. I don’t have to worry anymore, this one is steadfast, and it’s true. I don’t know how the rest of Daxia thinks of the old prince. There is all this now at the gate of heaven, and it was the old Bei’an that carried it up!"

　　 After this person's voice fell, there was no sound in the entire restaurant, and then everyone raised their wine glasses and knocked on the table at the same time, and said in unison:

　　 "I'll be waiting to send off His Royal Highness King Bei'an, I hope that along the way, there will still be beautiful wine and beauty, and the love will remain!"

　　 The uniform sound of greetings in the tavern is just one of the epitome of the sentimental atmosphere of the entire Tianmenguan Nancheng, and the place where the cry of the entire Nancheng is the loudest is the fireworks in the south of the city.

In the exquisite attic, countless girls wiped the tears that kept falling on Qiao’s face, and her eyes were swollen like red lanterns. Even the makeup on her face was crying, but she didn’t care, she was deeply sad. The affection enveloped this originally charming pink land.

　　The old prince who developed Tianmenguan with his own power has a real impact on Tianmenguan, so the entire Tianmenguan under the heavy snow seems to have lost his soul.

In the northern city of Tianmenguan, most of the Northern Army originally stationed here was transferred to the newly constructed new barracks located in the northern boundary city, and some under the leadership of Jiang's children went north to the snowy plain and began to deal with the loss of Liuli City. After that, the northern snowmen were in complete chaos.

These snowmen tribes had been caught in civil strife before, but now that the civil strife has not been over, they found that the coveted Liuli City, as well as the strongest blizzard and snow wolf tribes, disappeared from the snowy plain. They lacked resources, completely lost in confusion and despair. What's more, they wanted to go straight to the gate of heaven and make a desperate fight.

　　 Therefore, on the snowy field during this time, the hot blood of snowmen bloomed everywhere.

　　 Tianmenguan Beicheng, the gate of Bei'an Palace, two teams of elite sergeants wearing snow armors patrolled with halberds, and then in the heavy snow in the distance, a tall figure wearing a helmet and armor slowly approached.

The visitor was very young and strange, so the patrol sergeant stopped and held a halberd. At the same time, a Northern Army lieutenant squinted his sharp eyes and looked forward. He just wanted to step forward and yell, only to find that the visitor was cold and stern. The face gives a very familiar feeling.

　　 Then the middle-aged captain thought for a moment, his complexion changed, he immediately stood upright, raised his hand to beat his chest, and after a military salute, he said loudly:

　　 "The Northern Army's patrol captain, I have seen the little prince!"

　　 After this energetic roar fell, Jiang Yue, covered in scarlet armor, stepped from the snow to the middle-aged captain, stopped, looked at the meticulous face of the latter, and asked:

　　 "This is my first visit to Tianmenguan Bei'an Palace, how do you recognize me?"

　　 "Back to the little lord, with your face, you look a lot like the old lord and the lord Hou!"

　　 The middle-aged captain’s answer was neither humble nor uttered, and it was loud and loud, spreading far and wide within the heavy snow, and then he hesitated for a while before continuing to open his mouth and say:

　　 "I am also fortunate to have a humble job. I once entered the prince's study. In the study, I saw your portrait. Although you are younger than you now, the general appearance has not changed."

As soon as the school lieutenant said this, Jiang Yue, who had a cold face and scarlet eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, first rose outward and then shrank again. After standing in place for a long time, he nodded and continued to move forward. Walk into the gate of Bei'an Palace.

　　 After that, the school lieutenant made a gesture to continue patrolling to the other sergeants, and quickly caught up with Jiang Yue, and his deep voice continued:

　　 "Little Prince, you are the first time you have come to the Bei'an Palace in Tianmenguan, then your humble post will guide you. If you want to meet Hou, please here."

　　 After the sound of the question fell, Jiang Yue, who was walking in front, shook his head, narrowed his eyes, and said softly:

　　 "I'm not going to my eldest brother. I heard that before the old man died, he had been with a snowman, and that snowman had teleported to Tianmenguan and was in the palace and took me to see him."