The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　The deeper the night, the denser the fog, the rolling cold fog clings to the ground, and even fills every inch of the entire front yard, declaring its unique sovereignty in Binzhou.

But the thing about the scout guards is that no matter if it is dark or dense, just plug in one to provide a clear and omni-directional view without any dead ends. Therefore, in the eyes of everyone in the courtyard, the sky is huge. The fog is as if it does not exist, and it can even easily catch the birds and beasts that flash past.

　　 After the young emperor entered the inner room, under the orderly command of Miss Xu Qing, a large number of people were dispatched to shuttle in the dark to carry out the aftermath.

　　 Especially the only inn in the town that was completely erased and the fragmented ground. In order not to cause greater panic tomorrow, it needs to be restored in a very short time.

There was silence in the fog, and occasionally there was a very faint sound of breaking through the air from afar. The young scholar Xinhao sat cross-legged in the corner of the courtyard quietly, trance, his handsome face was in a trance. .

　　 In his mind, he flashed back over and over again the picture of the infinite spirit rushing out of his sleeves, his brows wrinkled more and more, and then the hands on his legs clenched.

　　 In a sense, the reason why Bai Mingxiu was able to break through the defense line formed by Li Chunfeng and the Fourth Army so quickly and enter the lobby of the inn was a big reason.

Therefore, since waking up from a coma, this young scholar has been in a daze. This is the first time he has confronted the top masters on the vast land of Shenzhou, but he hasn’t even seen him. Without knowing it, he made a wedding dress for others and almost made a big mistake.

A look through the fog, quietly watching the young scholar sitting cross-legged, this caring look came from the Tianhui Army queue guarded by the door of the house, belonging to the legion commander Jiang Yue. They were confidant friends who had fought side by side when they were young. , But at this time because of the need for identity confidentiality, I can only care for it silently.

　　 But after a while, there was a tall figure wearing blood armor. Under Jiang Yue's gaze, he walked towards the corner of the courtyard where Xinhao was, and then a soft voice rang in the ears of the young scholar.

　　 "Xinhao, come and drink a little of this to help restore your origin. If you hurt your origin before, if you don't make up for it in time, it will have an impact on your future practice."

　　 "Thank you!"

The young scholar Xinhao raised his head and extended his hands to respectfully accept the small blue porcelain bottle containing the purification potion. After saluting again, he raised his head and drank it, then closed his eyes and adjusted his breath carefully, while holding the Japanese deputy commander Jiang Tu the same He took out a bottle of purification potion again, and sat down beside Xinhao, looking at the closed door and the inner room with only a faint light coming out, thinking and silent.

"I'm at fault!"

　　 After a while, Xinhao who had finished adjusting his breath opened his eyes and opened his mouth to spit out a dignified and serious tone, but Jiang Tu suddenly chuckled and responded:

"On the battlefield, whether it is the confrontation between the two armies or the fight between the high-ranking monks, everything changes rapidly. Anything can happen. Therefore, the fault is not with you, but with me. After all, I have the holy life. Brother Xinhao, you are just here to help. ."

　　 "For me, as long as it is a citizen of Daxia, there is no reason to judge a judge, and wrong is wrong, right is right, and has nothing to do with motives and duties."

　　 The young Confucian student responded with a solemn face, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were full of seriousness. This seriousness could not help but remind Jiang Tu of that majestic emperor's shadow. The same brows were slightly frowned and the same seriousness.

Speaking of the Confucian school founded by the master, it has a huge influence on Daxia, especially the lord of Daxia Zhao, whether it is Zhao Yu’s father, Zhao Jing, or the young emperor who is now dominating Daxia, all come from Confucianism. Disciple of the door.

　　 So after a little thought, Jiang Tu turned his head, looked at the water-clear eyes of the young scholar in front of him, and continued to sigh:

"You and others from the Confucian school can always confuse the chaos under this avenue like a thread, using one after another to make it clear. You are too reasonable and too principled."

　　 The young scholar Xinhao, who was sitting cross-legged, had his expression unchanged, and at the same time he corrected the mistakes in Jiang Tu's words very seriously.

　　 "Your Majesty has decreed that the entire Confucian school should be revoked and turned into the Great Summer Academy. Therefore, there is no Confucian school, but only the Academy!"

　　 "Good job, Xuegong, Xuegong!"

　　 Jiangtu raised his hand and patted his head, replied rather helplessly, and then continued:

　　 "I really don't know how you and my ridiculous but extremely arrogant brother became confidantes. The character difference between you and me is so huge."

　　 "There are differences, but for a confidant, one thing in common is enough."

　　 Xinhao responded softly and continued frowning, looking at the thick fog rolling in front, he seemed to feel a familiar gaze in the fog, and then gently continued to speak:

"We Confucian students, starting from the beginning, we have to learn two things, not only to learn Taoism, but also to learn swords. The master once said that if the book does not work, then use the sword to reason, and the book to reason Jiang Yue I don’t understand, but he understands the sword."

After 　　 finished speaking, Jiang Tu in blood armor slapped his hands forward and sighed sincerely:

　　 "In life, the hardest thing is to understand, and it is also the hardest!"

After 　　 Jiang Tu's voice fell, the two stopped speaking. The corner of the courtyard was quiet again. After a long time, Jiang Tu stood up on the ground with his right hand, and then prepared to step forward, and at the same time said:

"After this mission is over, after returning to camp, I will inevitably be ridiculed and guilty, but the glory of our Daxia is that we can correct our mistakes, and with your decisive character, it should be when we take back our own glory with your own hands. Right now."

　　 Before the words fell, the door of the inner house in the courtyard suddenly opened. The young emperor inside the house stepped out, and then the door behind him closed gently.

　　 At the moment when the door was closed, the richness to the extreme vastness of Emperor Prestige instantly swept the entire Yaxia Town, and within the majesty, there were endless storms condensing.

　　 Everyone, including Shinho, the young scholar who was sitting on the ground, stood upright with a solemn expression.

　　 Zhao Yu has no expression on his face, but he is not angry and majestic, and the momentum on his body is full of scorching sharpness, and when the old lady is in front of the house, he is different.

　　 After standing for a while, Zhao Yu slowly stepped forward, and then walked out of the small courtyard, at the same time Emperor Huang Huang's voice was clearly heard in everyone's ears.

　　 "Li Chunfeng, you follow me, I want to ask you some questions."