The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　East part of Great Xia, Chuzhou, the most beautiful and rich pearl of the vast land of China.

　　 is located in the first freshwater lake in Daxia, Qiushuicheng on the shore of Lingbo Lake. Even if it is late at this time, it is still brightly lit and full of people. It seems that after night falls, it is the most prosperous time in this big city.

The unique geographical environment and the climate with four distinct seasons make the life of the people of Chuzhou extremely comfortable and prosperous. They have become the people who know how to enjoy life in Daxia, especially the state capital Qiushui City. The city gates were closed for curfew until Haihe. And even if it’s just entering the winter and the chill is beginning to appear, every family will go to the street or the lake to take a walk after dinner to help digestion.

Perhaps it was the sudden rise in temperature that caused the extraordinarily foggy feet of Lingbo Lake tonight, and the billowing fog rose from the surface of the lake, and then rolled up and down with the breeze on the lake, like a huge and continuous fog beast, swallowing with its teeth and claws. All around, including small and small islands on the lake.

Tonight’s Qiushui City, on the shore of Lingbo Lake, is extremely crowded. On the one hand, because of the wind blowing in the direction of Qiushui City, the foggy beasts in the lake have just been swallowed slowly towards this big city. This allows people to directly enjoy the unique wonders of the steaming Lingbo Lake in Chuzhou, Daxia, without sailing into the lake. On the other hand, this year is the annual gifted poetry conference in Qiushui City.

If we say that the northwest of Daxia, including the capital of the country, are tough guys with mad personality and martial arts, then Chuzhou and Daxia’s eastern region are just the opposite. The folk atmosphere is more delicate, and the girls also like Chongwen. Young Master Pian Pian, therefore, this poem meeting also caused the young and beautiful girls in Qiushui City to put aside their former restraints and came together to watch.

　　 Thirty-six prefectures in Daxia are vast and boundless. Different cultures are extremely diverse, but they continue to converge. This is the charm of the entire dynasty.

There are many talented people in Daqiu Shuicheng, and this poetry conference held by Lingbo Lake has a great influence throughout Chuzhou. If anyone wins tonight, their name and portrait will be directly placed in the whole Chuzhou tomorrow morning. On the incense table in the boudoir of the prestigious family lady in the state.

Once he became famous throughout the state, this kind of temptation has caused a large number of private talents who are quite confident in themselves to come to participate, but this time the poetry meeting has some variables, that is, one more person. Young Confucian scholars from far away from the capital of God.

On Lingbo Lake, there is a huge pavilion with carved beams and painted buildings and cornices. At first glance, it is the work of a master craftsman. At the same time, a huge floating bridge connects the pavilion and the river bank. This pavilion is the place where the poetry will be held. And at this time has reached the final stage of victory.

The entire huge river bank was full of crowds who came to watch. The dark crowd leaned forward, wanting to see the honor of these great talents, especially the girls, who burst out with enormous energy. Firmly occupy the first row, the best viewing position.

　　 "The young brother wearing a black Confucian shirt is the Shenjing man who opened the Great Summer Academy in Qiushui City recently. What does it seem to be Xue Beichuan?"

At the forefront of the river bank, there are a few exceptionally beautiful young girls. They should be from an extraordinary family. Behind them are several burly guards who use their bodies to block the crowd. One of them, wearing a pale pink dress, lightly faces The companions beside him spoke, and then the group's eyes looked at the figure in the pavilion.

Above the brightly lit pavilion, there were several handsome young men standing with their hands in their hands. Their expressions were all confident and vigorous, but among these talented men stood a normal face wearing a black Confucian shirt. But the extremely calm young man, his eyes lowered, looking at the calm lake in front of him, he didn't know what he was thinking.

　　 The girls stared at the young scholar in the pavilion, and then another young girl next to the pink-clothed girl, and then softly responded with a soft and sweet voice.

　　 "I don't know if people are from the Shenjing City, but it is indeed from the Shenjing City, and it is in the sacred mandate to open a large summer palace in Qiushui City. It is said to have no class."

　　'S soft voice just fell. At the center of the girls, there was a white skin as snow, but watching the young scholar in the pavilion had a hint of humor and interest in his eyes, he lightly opened his red lips and said:

"We don’t know whether we should admire this young Confucian born calf for not being afraid of tigers, or say that his brain is not good. He chose Qiushui City to open the Great Summer Academy. The most important thing in Qiushui City are talents and schools. He wants to stand. To stay firm, you need to see if he has this ability, at least to get a leader of the poetry club, to be able to be somewhat convincing.

As the girl said, the entire Chuzhou, including the eastern part of Daxia, has a very strong cultural atmosphere, and its people are rich and fertile, and education is also far ahead of the rest of the states, and the literary talents have their own arrogance and want to land here. , The difficulty of opening an academy under the name of Daxia, can be imagined.

　　 The people of Qiushui City on the bank of the river crossed their heads and talked about each other. In the Pavilion of the Poetry Club, several old gentlemen, who were judges, looked at each other, and then an old and clear voice came out:

"The wonder of Lingbo Lake that only appeared in the lake today was extremely lucky to appear on the edge of Qiushui City. Therefore, in the last round of this poem meeting, I wrote a poem on this lake mist. Take this to meet the occasion."

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar. It was not that the topic of the last round was too difficult, but that it was too simple. It can be said that in the Qiushui City by the Lingbo Lake, no matter who it is, this foggy poem must be an enlightenment. I wrote at least three poems on weekdays.

　　 But down the road, the simplest is often the most difficult.

　　 However, just as the voices were full of people and there was a lot of discussion, the entire huge Lingbo Lake sounded a gentle old call, just like a kindly dying old man, softly calling for his family who has not returned home for a long time.

This call came from thousands of miles away, so it was very light and light, so light that no one could hear the entire Qiushui City and Lingbo Lake Island, but in the forbidden area of ​​Lingbo Lake, there was one The existence heard this call and immediately responded.

The immense Maple Leaf Island in the center of the lake suddenly began to shake violently. With the swaying of the entire big lake, it caused waves of tides that swept outwards. The tide was raging, and then a thunderous whale roared through. In another unknown space, almost everything will be directly shattered.

　　 After a few breaths, the fiery red island in the center of the lake lifted up, revealing the huge eyes under the water. Looking to the west, that is the direction from which the call came, and there was a strong emotion in the eyes.

　　Excited, excited, can't wait!

　　 Then the Maple Leaf Giant Island lightly bumped forward, and the entire void in front of him was shattered, and the giant whale turned into a red glow and rose up against the weather.

　　 At the same time, the Qiu Shui Poetry Society, and the rest of the talented scholars finished their poems, and only the young scholar Xue Beichuan was left. Under the gaze of countless or curious, or disdainful eyes, he gently turned his head and looked at the misty lake.

　　 But suddenly, a red lightning pierced through the space in front of the sky and the entire Qiushui City suddenly flashed red.

　　The young scholar flicked his sleeves lightly, no longer hesitating, spoke lightly, chanting:

　　"Independence pervades the atmosphere, and the clouds are full of mist.

　　 "An arc of light started straight west, pointing people to see a red dragon."

　　 This poem comes out and covers the audience, and the leader of the poem meeting has been decided.