The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Wangjing ghostly walked towards the lake, and found that the three people present at the stone table were extremely young, similar in age to him, but they all looked extraordinary, each with their own characteristics, as if Collected all the qualities that can be called handsome in this world.

　　 Seeing someone coming, Sima Annan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly greeted Wang Jing to sit down, conjured a glass of wine and filled it like a trick, and put it on the table to signal Wang Jing to drink tea.

Wang Jing drank it all, fresh and slightly bitter. The bottle was filled with bitter tea. After the initial bitterness, a sweet aftertaste came to his face, which made his originally groggy head sober up a lot. shock.

　　 "This tea is good, it's mainly because the girl who makes the tea is ingenious." Sima Annan was quite proud, swaying a folding fan, shaking his head and shaking his head.

　　 Actually, the tea was given by Rouge girl when Zhao Yu left. The price is, of course, I owe it, and I will pay it back later. Zhao Yu likes the tea baked by Rouge girl and makes a pot almost every day.

The group of them just returned from Hexu Mountain and joined Liang Po. Because they were a little tired from running around all day, they stayed in Fengcheng for a day, but at night, our Royal Highness had a gluttonous attack in the stomach, and I missed it very much. For the food cooked by the bald man, everyone simply searched for a remote lake in Fengcheng, waiting for Liang Po to make something and drinking tea and admiring the moon.

　　 "It is indeed a good tea, but why is the tea pot filled with tea and the glass used for drinking tea?" Wang Jing asked hesitantly.

"What is wine? There are hundreds of kinds of wine in the world, such as white wine, Huang Lie, sweet wine and spirits, etc. You drink emotions and people's hearts. As long as the drinker thinks it is wine, the tea is also wine, so In my opinion, there is no distinction between a hip flask and a teapot." Sima Annan said without a flushed face, solemnly, and there was no embarrassment of taking the teapot by the wrong flask just because he was too eager to go out.

"This Xiongtai don't listen to his nonsense. The reason why there is tea in the jug is because I have not yet reached the crown. The elders in the family have instructed not to drink before the crown. So this is the substitute of tea for wine. It's a joke." A young man sitting in the middle said with a gentle voice, a bright red vertical line between the most attractive eyebrows, and a pure watery gaze, which made people feel very comfortable and sincere.

"What the little brother said just now is not wrong. This wine, you really drink the state of mind. If you are pretending to be something in your heart, no amount of wine is as good as this bitter tea, but it will be difficult to say everything. But all, little brother, please give me another cup." Wang Jing fell in love with this bitter tea, which fits his state of mind, and his expression was a little depressed.

Sima Annan took the pot again and filled Wang Jing with a glass, and continued to shake the folding fan in his hand, and said, "Look at this Xiongtai who treats this bitter tea as a bitter drink. Most of the things in his heart cannot be separated from the girl. It feels like I understand, both are sad people!"

　　 Zhao Yu turned his head away, not to look at this exaggerated expression, even Guan Zhengqing, who had always been cold, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"It can be considered to have something to do with the girl. I was thinking about going out to do something, but before I left, I met a girl who wanted to take care of. I was fettered in my heart. I am no longer free and easy, but now I am a little hesitant. ,sentimental."

　　 Maybe it's Zhao Yu's pure eyes, maybe Wang Jing's heart is really messed up, he treats tea as wine, so he opened his heart, and said his inner entanglement in front of three strangers.

A tall figure from far and near, the tall figure blocked the moonlight from the sky, Liang Po put the roasted pork leg he was holding on the stone table, exuding a mouth-watering fragrance, he was careful The pork leg is cut into strips, which is convenient for everyone to eat.

Wang Jing, who had seen Liang Po in the unparalleled power of the beast tide, stood up subconsciously after seeing the figure clearly. He looked a little excited and unbelievable. Liang Po also had an impression of him. On the square after the beast tide ended, He was the loudest howling, and it was hard not to be noticed.

　　 A few people were eating roasted pork legs that melted in their mouths while they were eating the fragrant, instant-melting roasted pork legs. They were able to understand the situation Wang Jing was facing at this time in a few words. It was not complicated and easy to understand.

After getting acquainted with everyone, Wang Jing also let go of his hands and feet, revealing the posture that he once wandered the Fengcheng fireworks field. While chewing on his pig legs, he cursed at the same time: "Master, I have been in Fengcheng for 20 years. I joined the army in a daze, and went to the battlefield. I was afraid of death and not afraid of your jokes. I closed my eyes and rushed all the way. I finally survived. That feels so cool. Maybe I'm just a bitch. After I got home, I felt uncomfortable, thinking about going back to the barracks every day, but I ran into a girl so desperately. I really like it. I like it tightly. If I really want to go back to the army of the big masters, in my heart Really reluctant, you said this life, is it so fucking?"

After listening to Wang Jing’s complaint, even Sima Annan became a little silent, and the lake suddenly became quiet, leaving only the rustle of the wind blowing over the trees and the occasional ding-dong sound of fish jumping out of the water. They are all talents. How can a smart person not understand helplessness in this.

　　 There is peace in the world, and it will live up to the Tathagata and the Qing?

Liang Po's food is as perfect as ever. Zhao Yu eats very gentle, but very fast, frowning, and the vertical lines on his brows become more vivid and serious. He frowned at first, showing that he is serious. Feeling that his stomach is full, Zhao Yu wiped the corners of some greasy mouth and spoke slowly, breaking the tranquility under the moonlight.

　　 "When I was a child, my master told me a story when I traveled around Daxia with my master. He said that there was once a clan in the human race called the Xiuyu clan, who was most loved by the world.

"Everyone in the clan has an allure posture. There is a girl in the clan who is famous in the world. She is known as the first beauty in the vast land of China. There are countless people who love her like the crucian carp in the river. Among them, two are with her. As a young man who grew up, one was sent to the nursing home servant of the Fuzhong because of his family's failure, and the other inherited the profession of his ancestors and was a young lady who has been in the family since birth.

"It's like a story circulated in the market. The girl and the little boy fell in love secretly. The groom was very sad, but the little boy was not in the pool. On the contrary, he was amazing, brilliant, brilliant and brilliant, perhaps for Deserving of the girl, the young man left alone one night, leaving the girl alone. It was the chaos of the world and endless battles. Gradually, the young man's reputation became more and more prosperous, but he never returned. Only the horseman remained silently accompanied. At the girl.

　　 "But the girl was always waiting and didn't give up. Finally one day the groom couldn't help but ask the girl, why he was so persistent but still unmoved, and the little girl left so easily, do you still miss it?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Yu paused, took a sip of bitter tea, and continued: "The girl's answer is very simple. There is only one sentence. She raised her head and looked into the distance, with a wing of expectation in her eyes: "Maybe What I love is that he has the world in mind and looks like he is fighting abroad. If he is stuck by my side, I might not love him.'

　　" After hearing this, the groom left alone in a rage, walking alone with a sword. Many years later, the groom saw the girl again and asked the same question, but this time the girl smiled without answering.

"I once asked the master, did the girl wait until the young man? The master smiled and scolded me for having no conscience and didn't think about the groom, but I think the young man is correct, the groom is correct, the girl is correct, even if life is true There are all kinds of helplessness, every choice has its own reason, but it's only in my heart!"

　　 The voice fell, and peace was restored under the moonlight, and the gentle wind blew gently on everyone's faces, very comfortable.

　　 Sima Annan first picked up the tea cup, knocked on the stone table, made a crisp sound, and said: "Respect the sky and the moon!"

　　 "Respect poems and the distance!" Wang Jing raised his teacup.

　　 "Respect for the wonderful life!" Liang Po sounded very nicely, amazed the audience.

　　 "Respect freedom is precious!" Guan Zhengqing also raised his wine glass, with a rare expression of emotion on his face.

　　 "Respect the great summer glory!" Zhao Yu finalized the final word, watching the world vigorously, blowing the silver lake surface, and startled a group of water birds.

　　 The night is dark, and a group of people are dragging their shadows back.

　　 "Your Highness, is the story you tell true?" Sima Annan couldn't help but asked.

　　 "It's true." Zhao Yu faintly sounded.

　　 "Did the girl wait until the young man at last?"

　　 "I waited and got married later!"

　　 "Ah, wouldn't it be pitiful for the groom like this."

　　 "Yes, it's pathetic."

　　The story told by the master is true. The young man in the story is named Zao Wou-ki. In the end, witnessed by hundreds of millions of people, he married the fish-sculptor with the vast land of China as a betrothal gift.

　　 The name of the groom in the story has been forgotten, and the world calls him a master.