The most difficult system to open in history

Chapter 0073

The next day, the weather was fine, and the city of Shenjing gradually recovered under the sunshine.

When Zhao Yu re-entered the Taoist Palace's New Disciple Academy in a carriage, all the disciples were already waiting in their seats, saluting respectfully and saying hello.

It may be because the trip to Huwo Mountain was quite fruitful, or it may be that a girl gave him a food box last night, so today he looked at the young girl sitting below, and he was very pleasing to the eye. With a smile, two beautiful dimples appeared faintly.

Ever since they learned that the situation of the human race and Da Xia was not optimistic, the new disciples of the Taoist Palace seemed to have undergone a spiritual baptism, and everyone became calmer, especially Xu Hao, the thin Han Wenxing and the fat man. Qiu Hengji looked at Mr. Xiao on the desk with different expressions.

In Xu Hao's eyes, there is nothing but admiration. He heard from the second sister who came back to the mansion yesterday that the fierce man in front of him, who was about the same age as him, gently plucked off his eldest sister's hair in full view. The animal tendons are used to tie the waist decorations, how free and easy this is in Xu Hao's eyes!

The most important thing was that his eldest sister didn't resist, as if she was a docile kitten, but she was a frightening tigress on weekdays.

The skinny Han Wenxing's eyes showed admiration and sympathy. In the past few days, he received information collected by his family about the great grandson of the Great Xia Emperor, and everything he did on the way back to Beijing. What kind of situation Zhao Yu is facing.

The thin man saw himself in Zhao Yu, but he couldn't be like the grandson of the emperor, so he admired him. At the same time, the thin man knew that Zhao Yu had to bear more burdens, more burdens, and more dangers, so he still had a tinge of sympathy.

The emotion in the fat man's eyes was even more complicated. After the thin man secretly told him that Zhao Yu did not kill everyone on the island, he no longer hated Zhao Yu so much, but for some reason, a voice in his heart kept telling him, Be sure to win the top ten in this martial arts competition, and then stand in front of him dignifiedly.

Could this be the so-called self-esteem, the fat man thought with some self-mockery.

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye it was time for the fast release hall. Today is a big day. Liulicheng and the Xuemin tribe will arrive at Shenjing City at noon to watch the Daowu Competition and the crowning ceremony.

In other words, the second place on the Great Xia Mountain and Sea List, the only one on the vast land of Shenzhou who manifested her holiness in the land fairyland, the Queen of the Northern Snowfield will step into Shenjing today.

The Ministry of Rites has already issued a notice that the reception will be held five miles in advance outside the Suzaku Gate in Shenjing, so the vicinity of the Suzaku Gate is already full of people, all of whom come to see the dignity of the saint, and the new disciples in the school also They are all eager to try, waiting to go to watch together after the hall is released.

As the class was drawing to a close, Zhao Yu was about to tidy up the things on the desk, and raised one hand below, a female voice came, with a little timidity.

"Sir, before you said how to slaughter a saint with a virtual world, I would like to ask, what kind of existence is a saint?"

Zhao Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had returned to the Tsing Yi Lane under the torrential rain for a moment, the huge beam of light piercing through the sky and the earth, a white and flawless finger, transcending time and space, constantly magnified in his eyes.

"Sir, sir?"

It wasn't until the female voice below sounded again that Zhao Yu came back to his senses, and said: "The saint is an infinite existence in the finite world, a road of heaven and earth walking in the world, as strong as you can imagine, the saint has How strong."

After hearing this, more and more disciples gathered around Zhao Yu.

"Ah, isn't the saint invincible, how could he be killed?" Xu Haoying's voice was full of surprise.

"The one who can kill a saint has always been the Dao of Heaven and Earth, but the Dao is flawed and not perfect, so the saint still has longevity and will die, but his face is not old." Zhao Yu closed the Taoism in his hand and slowly Open your mouth and say.

The two saints died because of him, and the master gave him the opportunity to baptize the body on the heaven and earth road after sanctification, and finally returned to the road because he could not bear the power of the land gods and wonderland.

Yun Chuqiu, an old lady, forcibly sanctified. She didn't fully comprehend the laws of the Dao. After sanctification, she only had ten breaths to live. It can't come, so strictly speaking, the old lady Yun's failure to become a saint is only a half-saint, but even so, she is also unparalleled in power. If the system was not activated by chance, the sage would have killed Zhao Yu with one finger.

The prestige of a saint is so terrifying!

"Then the lord of Liuli City who came to Shenjing this time is in charge of the Ice and Snow Avenue." Another girl asked innocently.

"Then I don't know, and I haven't seen this saint, but you can go to Suzaku Gate now, and then tell sir when you come back."

At this time, the Zhuque Gate was already crowded with people. Under the martial law of Sitianjian and Gyeonggi Prefecture, except for the empty streets in the middle, the rest of the place was occupied by figures, especially the high-rise restaurants along the road. An excellent observation location is even more difficult to find.

Five miles away from the Zhuque Gate, a group of people and horses were stopping. The leader was an old man on a horse. win.

Next to him was You Tingjian, Minister of Rites who was also riding on a horse. Although he was middle-aged, he had a jade-like complexion and a suave manner.

Behind them, red, black, and silver, three armies stood silently, with clear divisions. They just lined up quietly, but they shattered all the storms in the sky in the half of Shenjing City. The endless murderous aura overflowed, releasing a strong pressure.

Pengri, Shenwei, and Youchi went to the fourth army, led by the deputy commander, and each descended to a bid. Guan Zhengqing was impressively in line, sitting on top of Youyi's leader, with a solemn expression.

Mr. Wei Guogong Xu looked forward on the horseback, narrowed his eyes slightly, rode his horse forward two steps, and said, "Here we are."

A snow-white carriage appeared in sight, pulled by four strange beasts all in white, with a single horn on the head, and a body like a horse. The driver was a girl in a fox jacket, of different ages. Big, with skin as crystal clear as snow.

There was a long procession behind the carriage, all of them were wearing white animal jackets, they were burly and hairy, and what's more, they only wore a short jacket, showing their strong and thick arms, sitting down like a snow beast. Uncommon, with a strong expression of unruliness on his face as he walked.

Before riding his horse to the carriage, Wei Guogong clasped his fists and said:

"The lord of Liuli City is here, and he is far away to welcome you. The Regent has already hosted a banquet in the White Emperor Palace. Please follow me into the city."

"Thanks for the kindness of the Regent, the old man has been away for many years, and he will be safe." A voice came from inside the carriage, like an orchid in an empty valley, or a snow lotus on the top of a snow mountain, refreshing.

A pair of pure white and flawless jade hands lifted the curtain of the carriage, revealing the voice of a woman, with a plump and graceful figure, but her face was blurred, as if shrouded in a ray of light, making it hard to see clearly.

Mr. Xu nodded, rode his horse and walked ahead, the curtain of the carriage was lowered again, and the long procession headed towards the Suzaku Gate of Shenjing City. When the unruly youths of the Xuemin tribe in the procession passed by the front of the Fourth Army, their eyes were frivolous. , probing wantonly, full of provocative meaning.

The third son of King Bei'an, the deputy commander, Jiang Tu, snorted coldly, and took a step forward at the same time with a Japanese soldier behind him. As the wind howled, the Xuemin tribe sat down and whimpered, and lay down on the ground, trembling, the snow The formation of the civilian team suddenly became chaotic.

At the Suzaku Gate of Shenjing City, the people who were waiting eagerly felt the temperature drop suddenly, and the cold was even worse. They stretched out their hands, only to find that there were snowflakes slowly falling on them under the sun.

The saint came, and the city of Shenjing was snowing under the sun.

Chapter 0074

After leaving the hall, Zhao Yu carefully tidied up the things on the desk as usual, then walked out and got into the carriage.

It is worth mentioning that it was not Xiao Huang who was pulling the carriage. This guy was sent back to the Nether Wing's lair for devil training. The resentful and tearful eyes before he left made the audience cry. Those who heard it were sad, but it was all futile in front of Guan Zhengqing.

He is really a devil, Xiao Huang has confirmed.

It may be that most of the people in Shenjing went to Zhuquemen to watch the saints enter the capital. The city of Shenjing was empty, so the carriage was traveling very fast, but the direction was not Zhuquemen, nor the bitter tea house where I lived, but the northernmost point of Shenjing. , Xuanwu Gate.

The old queen promised Zhao Yu that she would let him live the life of an ordinary boy for a few days before reaching the crown. She doesn't like to socialize, since she is not dead yet, she and Empress Wu can support everything.

Xuanwu Gate can be said to be the city gate with the least traffic in the entire Shenjing. Without a military satellite fortress, what is left is the endless Huwo Mountains and the tundra wasteland, where ordinary people simply cannot survive.

In the past, the people who entered and exited Xuanwu Gate were the soldiers of the Great Xia who went to Wuwu Mountain. Xuanwu Gate witnessed too many tears, laughter and triumphs, like a dividing line between life and death, sorrow and joy.

Stepping out of the Xuanwu Gate is the bloody battlefield of Western Xinjiang.

A carriage drove leisurely out of Xuanwu Gate. The driver was a tall, bald-headed man, and beside him sat a girl with big eyes, holding a simple and simple sword box with her right hand.

As the carriage moved forward, the scenery outside the carriage became more and more desolate, with less and less greenery, and there were some broken walls and ruins everywhere. Because of the cold weather, there was a layer of hoarfrost floating on it, making it look desolate and desolate.

These were originally prosperous buildings and fertile land. 15 years ago, the Yunyan clan rebelled and the prince died in battle. It was such a desolate and dilapidated scene.

After the regent, Empress Wu, ordered to keep the wreckage of this place as a warning, always reminding that the bloody feud has not been avenged, and it must not be forgotten, and it is not allowed to be forgotten.

Half a day later, a circular door of light covering the sky and directly reaching the sky appeared in the distance, exuding misty light and strong spatial fluctuations. After passing through this door, there is the Endless Mountain.

Under the gate of light is the towering Great Wall that is thousands of miles long, like a giant dragon, winding around, above the city wall, densely packed sergeants patrolling in formation, ten steps for a sentry, twenty steps for a beacon tower, huge bloody smoke Rising from the cold winter, there is a sense of steam rising from a distance.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, Zhao Yu hung up the curtain, looked up at the huge light door in the distance, and remained silent.

There are two huge fortresses in the Great Wall of Endless Mountain, one is inside the Guangmen and the other is outside the Guangmen. The names are very delicate. It is said that they were taken by the old empress when she was young, Chunhua and Qiuyue.

The spring flowers are outside, and the autumn moon is inside. Zhao Yu is going to the Spring Flower Fortress City today, because Daxia has one city, one gate, one palace, two pavilions, and Confucianism, one of the five sects, is located in this city.

Confucianism was founded by Master, and Master was Zhao Yu's teacher. Master used his own life to change Zhao Yu's fate against the sky, so Confucianism is the karma of a saint, and it also belongs to Zhao Yu's karma.

Everything in the world, every drink and peck, must have a reason.

In fact, it was very difficult for Zhao Yu to face this cause and effect, that's why he delayed until now, but with the crown coming soon, he had to face some things.

Ten years ago, the Confucian sect moved from Shenjing to Chunhua Fortress and established the Chunhua Academy. It held lectures every day and taught without discrimination. Since then, as a turning point, it has gradually withdrawn from the Great Xia River and Lake, and its influence has gone downhill. .

However, the fortress sergeants who came to the school to attend lectures a few days ago found that the gate of the school had been closed seven days ago, and it has not been opened until today.

Until a carriage stopped outside the Chunhua Academy, a boy wearing a thick cotton cap, a girl with a sword box on her back, and a bald man stood in front of the gate, raised their hands and gently knocked on the gate.

"Boom, boom, boom."

After three buckles, the door slowly opened, and you can see the endless sea of ​​people, as well as the neatly arranged desks, all of them are wearing simple white summer dresses, standing upright at the desk by the table.

In the center of the sea of ​​people is a high platform, on which there are two desks, an old man is standing next to one, the other is waiting for a seat, and the rest of the desks are placed around the high platform in a square shape, neat and complete.

Sudden vicissitudes, but full of energy sounded in the center, and then reverberated in the sky.

"Give me a bow, Uncle Master!"

All the disciples knelt down, fell to the ground, and bowed down.

"Second obeisance, to His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun!"

All the disciples bowed down again.

"Get up!"

The disciples stood up, looking at Zhao Yu standing at the door with their heroic faces and eyes.

With a solemn expression, Zhao Yu raised his hand to take off the cotton cap on his head, and handed it to Liang Po. The two bright red vertical lines of Tu Sheng on the center of his brows were shining brightly, exuding a breathtaking light.

He stepped forward to step over the threshold, his gaze as calm as water, and then bowed meticulously, bent down, and returned the salute.

The disciples on both sides automatically separated a path, leading directly to the central high platform. Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhao Yu raised his foot forward, walking steadily, and the distance between each step was equal. At the same time, Liang Po closed the gate of the academy and guarded the entrance. , cut off all outside sight.

Before Zhao Yu walked up to the high platform and sat cross-legged on the desk, it was as natural as he was teaching students every day in the past few years, sitting opposite the old man.

"Take a seat!"

As soon as the old man waved his hand, all the disciples in the audience took their seats at the same time, like a precision-operated machine, exactly.

In terms of seniority, Zhao Yu has always been called Master Shigong, but in fact he is the youngest disciple of Master, so he is also the uncle of the thousands of Confucian disciples below, although Zhao Yu is much younger than them, Not even crowned yet.

The old man in front of Zhao Yu, about eighty years old, was wearing a black Confucian robe alone, just like Zhao Yu, and looked at Zhao Yu with a hint of kindness in his eyes, which was different from the advanced people Zhao Yu had seen before. His figure is a bit stooped, and his face is not rosy, but has some age spots.

"Little brother, this is the first time we met. The teacher has accepted four disciples in his life. I was the first to get started, so I will be the master of Confucianism for the time being. Your father is the third. As for your second senior brother, in The Endless Mountains have not returned for many years."

Zhao Yu stood up again and bowed to the old man. Although it was the first time they met, he felt a longing smell from the old man, which was the taste of home.

Although the Confucian sect retired for ten years in Daxia, the old man's name is indeed like a thunderbolt.

The eighth place in the Great Xia Shanhai List, Dongguo Lezheng, the master of Confucianism.

Chapter 0075

A Gale Falcon, unique to the northwest of Daxia, crosses the sky of Chunhua Fortress at an extremely fast speed. Its dynamic vision is extremely powerful, and it can spot the smallest prey in the farthest place.

On the wilderness north of Shenjing, the conditions are extremely difficult. Even the strange beasts are unwilling to stay here, and they have moved south into the Huwo Mountains. Only the Gale Falcon can survive here with its strong predation ability. .

But even if it is as strong as it, it only hovers over the Chunhua Fortress, checking whether there are rats hiding in the barracks, and does not dare to fly through the sky-reaching light gate and enter the Endless Mountain, because it senses the relationship behind the gate. The danger of life and death.

It looked down, which was the huge Chunhua Academy, and then it saw a white ocean composed of people, square and square, in the center of the ocean, on a high platform, two black shadows sitting opposite each other were so abrupt.

With its superb eyesight, it can see every hair on the faces of the old and the young. There is a huge energy hidden in the old man. It is peaceful, amazing but not scary, just like the sun , and then it looked at the young man sitting upright on the other side, and the two bright red cinnabar lines between the young man's eyebrows.

Immediately, a mighty force from heaven and earth rushed straight into its mind, and it felt that its entire consciousness had sunk into the avenue, its wings stopped stirring, and it fell straight down.

The old man wearing a black Confucian robe below sensed its fall, raised his head, and raised his hand to shoot out a burst of vitality, leading it to the desk in front of him, stroking it with his right hand, and a gentle breath came in, and then said:

"Your Highness, I have waited for the entire Confucian school to be closed for seven days, and today I finally wait for you."

"Master, because of me, I am ashamed." Zhao Yu lowered his head slightly, apologetically and sadly.

"Your Highness, there is no need to be so guilty. I have been under Master's sect since I was 17 years old, and now I am more than sixty years old. I know very well that every decision made by Master has his reasons. If you change your fate against the sky, then our entire Confucianism sect should follow his old man's decision."

Speaking of this, the old man paused for a moment, and released the Gale Wind Falcon that had awakened on the desk into the air again, then raised the volume, and continued:

"However, I and all the disciples of the entire Confucian sect still want to have a debate with His Highness at this moment."

"Please enlighten me, brother."

Zhao Yu nodded, stood up slightly, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

"In the past, every three years on New Year's Eve, the master would take your highness to the White Emperor Palace in Shenjing to meet the old lady, because the master felt that the death of the prince was ashamed of the Great Xia royal family, so he would come to the Chunhua Academy Avoiding, so I often talk about His Highness with me. His old man said that His Highness often uttered some unheard of words, weird but concise and clear, and it has a lot of meaning when you think about it carefully, such as the huge gap between the rich and the poor, equality between men and women, having children and having children It's all the same, wait, Master often said with a smile that His Highness has his own unique views on the power of the world, so today, I want to represent the entire Confucianism and His Highness to have a debate between king and tyrant!"

The benevolent man is king with virtue, and the benevolent man is king with strength!

As we all know, the Confucianism founded by the master advocates the rule of kingship, advocates the practice of benevolence and righteousness based on morality and ethics, and conquers the world through the education of benevolence and righteousness, while the sect headed by Bingzong believes in the promotion of hegemony and conquers the world with supreme force and tactics. There have been countless debates around this proposition by hundreds of schools in the vast land of China and the Central Plains.

"Your Highness thinks that the current Great Xia Dynasty, ruled by the regent Empress Wu, is kingly or overbearing?" The old man's voice continued to resound in the entire academy.

"Using mountains and seas and sharp swords to hang on the top to practice domineering, to support Taoist palaces to promote education, to improve etiquette and practice kingly ways, and to promote kingship and hegemony at the same time."

Zhao Yu looked into the old man's clear eyes and said.

"What do you think of this move, Your Highness?" the old man continued to ask.

"Big Xia has gradually regained its vitality over the past ten years, and it is thriving day by day, good!" Zhao Yu replied with a steady voice.

"What does Your Highness think of kingship and domineering?" The old man asked the core question of the proposition.

Zhao Yu fell into silence, and so did the entire academy.

After a long time, Zhao Yu's voice sounded.

"Master once asked me the same question on the day of his enthronement. My answer at that time was that I didn't know. Master laughed and said that he didn't know. In fact, I think Master himself may not know either. Wang, in my opinion, it’s just a battle of righteousness, there are thousands of ways in the world, kingly way and domineering are just the two ears of the way, even if the way is lacking, how can king and tyrant represent all, way is just a tool, the key lies in people’s hearts.”

The old man stroked his beard, and after thinking for a while, he continued to speak: