Chapter 3: Ancient Ruins System

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read2();　　 Zhao Yu woke up naturally the next morning. As usual, he first washed his face with clean water, then replaced some dirty clothes yesterday, and then pushed He opened the door and walked out, just standing there for a while before pushing the door, a little dazed.
　　 What happened yesterday was like a dream to him, so much so that he has not prepared enough heart to bear the series of butterfly effects brought about.
For a modern man whose predecessor was struggling to cope with the pressure of work and life, one day he opened his eyes and found that he suddenly became a swaddling baby, and he was the grandson of a hegemonic dynasty, which was slightly nervous and faint. The excitement of anticipation almost burst his young heart.
The foreseeable prosperity and wealth, and the worry-free life is beckoning him frantically. What is even more exciting is that he still has a Dota ancient ruins system in his mind. If he has nothing to do with his previous life, he will hit Dota 2 and read the novel. In his opinion, this is almost a symbol of pushing the world horizontally, so how can such a top-of-the-line traversing configuration not make people roar.
However, he was wrong, it was very wrong, life is always so wonderful and unspeakable, he has been running around from birth to now, the world is home, and the majestic imperial palace of the gods is completely unrelated to him. He has never lived. Day, and he still clearly remembered the feeling of grief and anger after he opened the system with joy.
　　 "The ancient ruins system is not activated, and the activation conditions are as follows to complete one of the two."
　　 "One, absorb the souls of two land gods and wonderland, and activate the heroic soul summoning function."
　　 "Second, ascend to the throne and proclaim the emperor, place ancient relics in the imperial palace, and all functions of the system will be activated."
"Because the system is too difficult to open, you can collect enough alien things to open some of the system functions, and hereby give away a Dao Soul, but the host himself has broken meridians, and the system already exists and cannot be integrated. Please find the attribute stickers as soon as possible Fusion object."
For Zhao Yu, who has been living in Daxia for 16 years, the idea of ​​opening the system has been firmly pressed in his heart. In this age when the saints are not coming out, and even the great masters of birth and death are rare, how to absorb the two? The soul of the land fairyland?
　　 As for the second condition, seeing that he hasn't even stepped into the White Emperor's Palace in the past ten years, he knows how difficult it is. For him now, it is extremely difficult to live now.
The system in my mind is like the big girl of Huanghua who is guarding her boudoir. After only showing one side, she can't stay behind closed doors. Zhao Yu has been collecting cinnabar and other alien objects from all over the world with Master Daxia for so many years. It reluctantly turned on an item bar function, which was useless except for storing things on weekdays. Because the system was not turned on, Zhao Yu could not exchange any items at all.
The most rare thing today is that it did not continue to rain. Although the sky looks like a blue sky with veil, it is hazy, and rain is dripping from the eaves and treetops. It must have been sunny before long, but for some people, sunny is really an extreme. The good news is that the big bald man has impatiently placed the stove outside the house, pouting his and cooking porridge there. His huge size has really been tortured by the small kitchen during this time.
　　 Zhao Yu walked over, filled a bowl of porridge, sat down on the threshold, not too dirty, frowned, began to drink, he was indeed a little hungry since he was in a coma yesterday.
He checked the changes in the system in his mind for a while, and while drinking, he said unclearly: "Bro Er, I found you, you are a bit dull, but with this cooking craftsmanship, you will definitely be starving in the future. Yes, even ordinary porridge can be tricked by you. It's really not good. Finding a big family, with this scary body shape, is absolutely popular as a guard."
The back of the bald man was like a huge black bear. After hearing it, he turned his head and smiled at the little man without talking. He continued to scratch his head and pouting his in front of the stove, putting firewood in it. He watched when he went out earlier. When he arrived at the door, there was an extra sign of the You Wing Army, and he thought about making more breakfast this morning and giving it to them. It was better than eating dry rations.
Zhao Yu saw that the man did not speak, nor was he annoyed. He thought he was accustomed to the boring gourd-like character of the bald man, and continued: "Okay, stop pouting there, go and pack things. In addition, there was such a big move yesterday. No one came to check, presumably the You Wing Army had already arrived at the door, and asked them to prepare a carriage. Let's go to Jiangling City first. By the way, Uncle Huang Ting left unknowingly?"
"I didn't see him this morning, I should have left." The big man finally replied, but his voice was gentle and delicate. If people heard it at first, they thought it was a young man from the capital, gentle and moist. It sounds extremely comfortable.
The efficiency of the Netherwing Army is extremely high. When the little gentleman and the big man walked out of the school, a carriage was already parked on the side of the road. The poor little yellow horse was weak and shivering. This was the only one in this area. There was no horse that was frightened and fainted beside You Chi. God knows how difficult it is to find it.
　　 Both the master and servant had very little luggage. The bald man had a huge gourd on his burly back, while the little gentleman had a wooden hairpin in his hair. The hairpin was carved with a cloud, which was simple and round.
　　Jiangling, as the county town of Jinzhou, is a prosperous place of great summer, a land of fish and rice! At the same time, it is also the estuary of the Lingjiang River, so the word Lingjiang is reversed, and the name is Jiangling. One day you can read the Lingjiang flower theory on the rivers and lakes. Lingjiang crosses Jinzhou 1,300 miles, with beautiful scenery on both sides The cluster, taking the boat all the way down, has a special flavor. There is also a saying that there are flower boats on the Lingjiang River. It is not enough for outsiders to read all kinds of flower boat head cards in a day.
The soil around Gangneung is particularly suitable for planting red and blue flowers, and red and blue flowers are the main raw material for making rouge. When the flowers bloom, they are picked off and placed in a stone bowl. After the yellow juice is washed out, Serve as a bright red dye.
After a series of complicated treatments, it becomes dense and lubricated rouge, especially the "Jinyan Zhi" and "Golden Flower Yanzhi" of Yueyafang's annual specials are the heart of the lady of Daxia. It is simply a bottle of hardship. Please, every year even the Kyoto will be robbed of the leader.
　　 Yueyafang is a firm that only emerged a few years ago. As soon as it appeared, it relied on extraordinary means to gain a firm foothold in the various states of Daxia, and then expanded outwards in a sweeping manner.
The headquarters of Yueyafang is set up in Jiangling. It is most praised not for the endless new products that emerge every year, but the big shopkeeper who is said to be beautiful and indispensable. Jiangling is a place where beauties gather. It can be remembered so much. Beautiful looks!
　　 Today, three people came to the huge business building of Yueyafang, but they called to see their big shopkeeper. This made Yang Hu, the head of the guard, look a little uncomfortable, and glanced back and forth with a pair of murderous eyes.
Standing in the middle was a young man who looked quite handsome. It was this tall nose that you could tell from the north. His figure was so thin and his body was hollowed out by the color of wine. Yang Hu wondered when he was old. Has the famous name of the family been passed to the ears of the son of the north side?
Next to 　　 stood a big man, good fellow. He was bigger than me, Yang Hu. He should be a bad slave, but what's the matter with you carrying a big gourd? There is another one, my dear, who also wore a piece of armor. Don't look at this armor. Black armor and black helmet, black and shiny, you think this is the battlefield of Xijiang!
It’s the first time for Yang Hu to see a guy like this who wants to attract the attention of the shopkeeper. He just wanted to dismiss them as before, but saw the shopkeeper’s maid Luer hurriedly trotting down the stairs. The little shoes stepped on the wooden ladder and made a "chuckle" sound, and their faces flushed a little because of the eagerness. They ran up to the three of them, hurriedly gave a thousand blessings, and said:
　　 "The son is coming, and there is a missed welcome. The shopkeeper is already waiting upstairs, please let me do it!"
Zhao Yu looked at the little girl with messy hair in front of her but had just opened cardamom, and compared her hand to her head. He smiled and said, "Little Lu'er, I haven't seen you in a few years, but it's a lot taller. Add a kid before the name."
Lu'er chuckled after hearing this, "Don't make fun of me, the son, he has grown a lot taller, and this one, this guy is too scary." After Lu'er finished speaking, he looked at the bald man. Forget to stick out her tongue playfully.
　　 Watching the group of people walking up, Yang Hu felt a faint chill on the back of his head. He was able to be the guard-in-chief of Yueyafang for so long, and he was naturally not stupid.
He only sensed the vitality fluctuations of the first stage among the three of them, so he didn't care much. Now that he thinks about it, he can't sense the person of cultivation level as a guard. This is terribly afraid. My lord, I was so taken seriously by the treasurer, thinking of this, I was afraid for a while.
At the same time, another person felt chills in the back of his head. Jiangling Prefect Sima Nan learned that His Royal Highness had lived under his eyelids for three years, but he hadn’t noticed it, and now there is no wing army. I am afraid that I will be kept in the dark when I come, my heart is terrified, my scalp is numb!