Chapter 733: Challenge

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read2();　　 The vast land of Shenzhou is huge and boundless. Before Zhao Yu became the throne, for ordinary people, it was extremely slow for ordinary people to send letters from horses to horses. It often took an extremely long time for a message to spread throughout the dynasty .
　　 But since the popularization of stone statue towers and teleporting scrolls, the entire vast expanse of 36 states has been directly linked to one city. Whenever there is a turmoil, within half a day, it will spread to major cities, and then quickly radiate to the surrounding area.
One spreads ten, ten spreads a hundred, the more powerful and important the news, the faster the spread, and compared with ordinary people, the monks have more channels for obtaining news, because there are as many as the Shenji Pavilion. There are many sects that were born specifically to sell information.
　　 To the east of the city of God, as the morning bell rang, the sun was shining on the earth, and on Qinglong Street, people poured out one after another to start a new day of life and work.
　　 Qinglong Street, at the corner of Qinglong Street, the aroma of Qiongyeguan is as busy as ever, and there are still a large number of diners coming here for breakfast.
There is a saying in Shenjing City, the busiest person in Daxia, except for the master of Daxia, who reads memorials every morning, the second in this row is the cook in the Qiongjiang Hall. From early morning to sunset, it’s almost a moment. No rest.
At the entrance of 　　 Qiongye Restaurant, there was a long line of diners waiting for dinner, and beside the line, a beautiful figure dressed in the robes of Sitian Supervisor and officials slowly walked out of the door.
　　 The sun above her head is extremely bright today. Just after she ran out of noodle soup, the satisfied girl Chu Yanyan raised her hand to lightly cover the dazzling sunlight above her eyes, and then took a sigh of relief, feeling that her whole body was warm and very comfortable.
After the beginning of spring, the city of Shenjing is no longer as cold as winter. The people of Northwest Daxia, who are already extremely cold-resistant, have already lost most of their clothes. The enthusiastic Northwest girls gradually put their graceful postures and enjoy themselves. Expose before the world.
A few months later, the mood of many Yanyan girls has gradually recovered. The whole face has become a lot rounder, the skin has become fairer and more transparent, and the smile on her face has increased. Then she walked out. The lively Qiongjiang Pavilion slowly moved towards the Dongcheng branch of the Shenjing City Sitianjian.
　　 Along the way, acquaintances greeted the girl one after another, and Chu Yanyan then smiled in return, narrowing his big eyes slightly, making him lively and pleasant.
The breeze, the warm sun, the wind and the beautiful sun made Chu Yanyan feel that everything around him became beautiful. Then she gently hummed a small tune that has been sung very widely recently, and stepped briskly into the Sitianjian. Among the Dongcheng branch.
　　 But as soon as I stepped into the branch, the surrounding atmosphere immediately turned sharply, and the air almost solidified in the huge Dongcheng branch.
　　 There is still about an incense stick before the opening of this branch, so there are no other monks among them, but in front of the girl, a staff official looks very solemn, and his feet hurried back and forth.
In the lobby of the 　　 branch, a young duty with Chu Yanyan saw the former with a puzzled look at the door, and dared to wave her hands and whispered:
　　 "Say, come here!"
　　 Then Chu Yanyan trot to the center of the branch lobby, turned his head, and asked in a low voice:
　　 "Xiaoyun, what happened today? Why is the atmosphere in the branch so depressing?"
　　 "A big deal has happened in Metro City, a very big deal."
　　 Next to Chu Yanyan, the equally pleasant-looking girl frowned and responded in a low voice. Then she looked around gently for a week, lowered the volume, and continued to speak:
　　 "Earlier today, there was news from Gwangju Metropolitan City that Murong He, the lord of the Wanjian Pavilion, officially set a post to our majesty, and it is a post of sanctification and death!"
As soon as this statement came out, even though the voice of the girl next to him was already extremely soft, Chu Yanyan's eyes suddenly widened, and his whole body trembled, only to feel that every cell under his whole body was trembling. At the same time, that A figure that was deeply buried in my heart appeared directly in my mind, so clear that it became more and more memorable.
For Chu Yanyan, this burst of news was like a heavy hammer, directly bombarding the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness, causing her whole thoughts to go down. Another girl next to her saw it and raised it. He patted Chu Yanyan's shoulder lightly, and asked with some worry:
　　 "Yanyan, are you okay, I know this news is shocking, but why are you shaking all over?"
　　 "Muronghe, he, is he so dare?"
　　 Chu Yanyan recovered his senses, muttered, then raised his hand as if thinking of something, turned around abruptly, and continued to speak:
　　 "No, I'm going to find Dad."
　　 "Hey, hey!"
　　 The young secretary named Xiaoyun hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the former, and hurriedly said:
　　 "Say, where are you going, our branch will be opened immediately!"
　　 The girl's eager voice fell, and the door of the entire branch opened directly, and immediately the ebony monks poured in directly from the outside.
　　 These monks all have one thing in common, that is, they look urgent, walk in a hurry, go straight to the resting area specially provided for monks, then lower their voice and speak to the person beside them:
　　 "Do you know that something big happened in Metro City this morning?"
　　 Then this person said aloud what had happened in the Metropolitan City this morning, and the whole branch suddenly exploded. All the monks were in an uproar. What's more, they asked directly:
　　 "How did you hear about this news?"
　　 "It just came out from the disciple of Bai Xiaozong!"
　　 "After the Shenji Pavilion was sealed, the Hundred Xiaozong took its place and became the largest news sect, so this news should not be false!"
　　As soon as this word came out, a large number of monks in the branch took a breath again, and then there was a lot of discussion.
　　 "You said, what exactly does Murong He mean? He wants to fight with our Majesty. This is a rebellious move. How old is this Majesty, is he embarrassed?"
In the branch, there was an older monk with an angry face, slapped his face on the table in front of him, and spoke angrily. At the same time, Chu Yanyan, who was not far away, nodded in agreement, then raised his ears to continue. listen.
　　 Then another monk beside him continued to speak:
　　"Don’t forget, your Majesty is still young, but since appearing in front of the world, beheading the saints, slaying the lion’s heart, and killing the gods, which one is not a shocking thing?
　　 "We practitioners have always been the first to be able, dare to ask Murong and want to use battle to break through the last sage's sky, is there anything more suitable than your majesty on this vast land of China?"
　　 The monk asked in a row, leaving the monks around him speechless. After a long time, which older monk spoke lightly and continued:
"Your Majesty is the lord of Great Summer, so he should not care about Murong and this madman-like action [abiqudao.info], we monks in the capital city have long lost the so-called Jianghu, and only Gwangju Those people still cling to this name."
　　The faint voice of the elderly monk fell, and everyone around him nodded in agreement, but after a few breaths, a monk suddenly ran into the Dongcheng branch, without hesitation, he directly shouted:
　　 "Everyone, there is news from the White Emperor's Palace. Your Majesty, has accepted Murong He's war post. The battle after seven days is almost a foregone conclusion!
"what!"
　　 Chu Yanyan let out a cry of exclamation, only to feel the whole heart trembled!