Chapter 790: Go north, don’t read

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read2();　　 Last year, when Zhao Yu placed stone statue towers in Shenjing City, Zhenhuang City, Canglan City, Qiushui City, etc., to popularize the transmission of the whole people, he wanted to reduce the sudden huge flow of people. For the impact on the vast land of China, a trial period has been set for a period of time, and a series of strict control policies have been introduced.
The most important thing is to firmly control the number of teleporting scrolls on the market and prohibiting mutual sales. In the ninety years of the Great Xia calendar, during the first drizzle of Shenjing City, Zhao Yu officially opened the teleporting scrolls. Of circulation.
　　 This is the most important decision to make an early move in the Palace of Emperor Huangji today, and the meaning behind it is self-evident.
Although some other control policies, such as not being able to carry goods for sale, not staying in the capital for too long, etc., the prohibition has not been lifted, but the opening of the teleport scroll undoubtedly means that anyone can purchase the scroll with a small amount of money. The entire Daxia has truly ushered in the era of comprehensive transmission.
"You are fortunate to be a witness of a new era. On the other hand, even if you were born in Daxia, the rest of the people who have lived until now are just like you. They are re-adapting, touching, and integrating into this new era. In a sense, you are all at the same starting point."
Amidst the cheers that shook the sky, Liang Po’s still magnetic voice came into the ears of the nine-tailed celestial fox Cornus, and then the former smiled slightly, leading the nine-tailed celestial fox around the crowd that was still gathering. Go to the side door handled by the sergeant, directly under the respectful salute of the soldiers on both sides, and enter the interior of Shenjing Station.
　　The Shenjing Station of the Taiping Ruins is extremely large, so its interior is like a small road, winding forward and intricately intricate, but every certain distance, there will be a transmission secretary responsible for leading the way.
After walking in this way for a full quarter of an hour, Liang Po and the nine-tailed celestial fox arrived at the back door inside the Shenjing station of the disc-making division. Then a young teleporter female secretary stretched out his hand and said softly with a sweet voice. :
　　 "Master Liang, cross this door and you are the Die Division."
　　Liangpo nodded, but then he did not lift his foot, but turned sideways slightly, looked at the other door on the side, and asked gently:
　　 "Excuse me, where is behind this door?"
　　Liang Po’s question fell, the young female secretary paused slightly, and then responded:
　　 "Master Liang, this is the official restaurant that has just been built in the past few days, and the scrolls used for the transmission are sold in this restaurant, but it has not been officially opened yet."
　　 Guansi, Guanjiasi Zhai, is a shop opened by the court.
　　 "Then I will go in and have a look."
After Liang Po finished speaking, he nodded to the nine-tailed celestial fox, and stepped forward directly into this official residence. Once inside, the entire line of sight in front of him suddenly brightened, as if he had stepped into the eastern suburbs of Shenjing City. It is bright enough to show how huge this official institution is.
　　Because it has not yet opened, there are not many people in this huge official business, but there are still a large number of teleportation officers going back and forth, walking hurriedly, and communicating with each other.
The layout of the entire government office is extremely simple. It is like a huge chessboard with only vertical lanes. Every vertical lane, at intervals of a certain distance, stands a secretary who sells scrolls. At a glance, there is a battlefield. The sense of iron and blood in the array.
　　Rules, strict, straight forward.
　　 was just a silent nine-tailed sky fox cornel all the way, looking at the extremely large official premises in front of him, a slight hesitation flashed in his ruby ​​eyes, and he spoke for the first time:
　　 "Master Liang, if Guangguang just sells this kind of palm-sized scrolls, then this place would be too big."
　　 "That's why you don't know how huge the number of people in Shenjing City is."
　　 A faint response came from Liang Po's standing burly body, and then the guard, who had grown up with Zhao Yu since childhood, continued to speak:
"Moreover, people often say that they want to look forward, but your majesty looks farther and more accurately. He looks at the future. With such a large official business, it is naturally impossible to sell it only by teleporting the scroll. What? Then please wait and see the Nine-Tailed Tianhu."
After 　　 finished speaking, Liang Po turned around and stepped out of the inner back door.
This so-called official residence is naturally a new building opened by the ancient ruins system after Zhao Yu broke through the realm of the Great Master of the Birth and Death of the Palm, and a field store. In this store, in addition to the teleportation scroll, there are even some grades. Lower system equipment can also be sold.
　　 In other words, as long as Zhao Yu is willing, the large number of practitioners in Daxia will be able to wear the basic equipment with attribute bonuses in the ancient ruins continent.
　　 This will be a huge improvement for the spiritual world. Regardless of the rest, the speed boots that can increase a lot of movement speed are enough to cause a qualitative change in the Great Xia monk!
　　 Under the rain curtain of the capital of God, the people who are busy living do not know that another great change is about to be swept away, but in the Taoist Palace, there is a disciple who is in considerable anxiety.
There is a low disciple peak in Taogong. Two houses woven from bamboo stand in the rain halfway up the mountain. Outside the bamboo house, a thin figure, wearing a gray robe of ordinary disciple, is positive for anxious pacing back and forth. At the same time, I kept repeating a sentence:
　　 "Dead fat man, dead fat man, where did you go, why haven't you come back!"
　　 In the drizzle, Thin Han Wenxing did not hold an umbrella, so the gray robe on his body was soaked by the rain, which is enough to show that he has been lingering outside the bamboo house for a long time.
　　 Suddenly, in the drizzle, a very vague figure appeared, and then an old voice directly passed into Han Wenxing’s ears:
　　 "Young Master, there was another news from Liuli City last night. The situation is extremely bleak, and the war is almost on the verge. According to the instructions left by the female saint before the retreat, you need to stay in the Great Summer Palace for three years."
　　 "Old Xue, I don't think we need to discuss this issue anymore!"
　　痩子 stopped the pacing figure, and then the slightly anxious expression gradually returned to normal, turned around and looked at the fuzzy figure, and continued to speak:
　　 "There is no leader among the dragons in Liuli City, so I have to go back. I represent the Han family of the saint!"
　　 Han Wenxing's words at this time are full of firmness, and even with unrejectable majesty.
　　 Then he turned and glanced at the empty bamboo house again, stretched out his hand and gently pointed forward, and the raindrops falling in front of him gathered directly in one place, instantly turning into a square snow monument, standing on the ground.
　　 Han Wenxing's fingers continued to dance, and he began to write on the snow monument in front of him, and then a few large characters slowly appeared.
　　 At the same time, with the writing of the fingers, on the thin body, the entire skin surface appeared like a cracked version of ice and snow, and then the pieces broke and fell, turning into ice crystals and dissipating to the ground.
　　 After about twenty breaths, there are no cold stars in the world, and outside the bamboo house, there is a girl who is as white as ice and snow.
　　At the same time, on the snow monument, a few words slowly appeared:
　　 "Go north, don't read, Han Wenxing stay!"