Chapter 293: World affairs, young heart

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The White Emperor Palace, the Imperial Garden, and the Xuantian Wood, Zhao Yu received a paper from Liang Po, which recorded densely packed names of people. This time the selection of martial arts is no longer a unit of five people, but the choice of the army. The most elite target, that is, fifty sergeants, was sent to the capital, and the martial arts selection was conducted after ten days.
　　Because the scrolls exchanged by the system have the ability to ignore the distance, sergeants who are closer to Youzhou have already come to Shenjing City.
The young emperor opened the zipper in his hand, raised his hand and took a sip of the bitter tea made by rouge earlier, then raised his eyes and scanned it from beginning to end, but his sight suddenly stopped at the end, and then he smiled slightly. Turning his head to Liang Po behind him and said:
"Po'er, I saw an acquaintance. Do you remember that when we were passing by Fengcheng, there was a rich man named Wangjing who told a story by the small lake, drank some tea, and left? I also sponsored a large carriage for me."
"deep impression."
　　 Liang Po can't help but think of the young figure howling and crying on the square after the end of the animal tide, the sound of killing a pig, he still remembers it still.
　　 "He is about to be teleported to this Baidi Palace, you go and call him, I want to reminisce with him."
　　 After a while, the blue-white beam of light around Wang Jing gradually disappeared. When he opened his eyes, the surrounding scene changed drastically. The first feeling was cold, biting cold.
　　Guizhou, where Fengcheng is located, is located in the central area of ​​Daxia. At this time, it is the season of high autumn weather and extremely comfortable temperature. However, Shenjing City, the northwesternmost of the vast land of Shenzhou, is already freezing.
　　 The howling cold wind and the heavy snow falling in the sky are telling Wang Jing and others that none of this is a dream.
　　 In an instant, it crossed a million miles.
　　 The few people looked at each other, and they all saw the extreme shock in the eyes of the other party. Although the commander had told them before, they were prepared for this, but after the real experience, the feeling was completely different.
Ignoring the region, wandering in the crevices of the space bubbles, regarded as a realm without distance, that is the pursuit of top power for a lifetime, but now, it is very likely that everyone has the ability to make such a world-beating good fortune. They couldn't imagine what Xia would look like.
Wang Jing looked up, and the surrounding scene came into view. At this moment, they were on a wide platform. Next to them was an extremely tall, savage and solemn stone statue, shining with a leisurely light, not far away. There is also a taller tree that pierced the entire sky, such a strange sight, for a while, he was a little stupefied.
　　 A few people were stunned, and suddenly there was a very solemn voice in their ears, accompanied by the uniform sound of the scabbard:
　　 "The White Emperor's Palace is in the heavy ground. Please report your name, your troops, and use military orders, otherwise you will be killed on the spot."
　　 The strong iron-blooded murderous aura came over, and Wang Jing and the others, who were already well-trained, reacted in an instant, and the sturdy aura also came out and gathered into one body.
　　 "Wang Jing, return to the Thunder Army of Fengcheng, Zhou, this is my military order."
Wang Jing punched his brother with a right fist, then took out a small token and handed it out. After taking it, the guards of the imperial city in the lead took a closer look, waved his hand, all the sharp blades returned at the same time, and just wanted to speak, just listen. When a very mellow voice rang in his ears, a burly figure approached from a distance.
　　 "Wangjing, don’t wait for a few months, how well is it?"
After 　　 Liangpo approached, all the guards of the imperial city thumped their chest with their right fists, saluting:
　　 "Master Liang!"
　　 Looking at the unusually burly, bald beam in front of him, Wang Jing's eyes widened and his mouth was open and round enough to swallow an egg, and muttered:
　　 "It's you, you, you."
　　 You can't name your name for a long time, but he absolutely still remembers the burly figure in front of him.
Before Ten Thousand Beasts rushed, one person was in charge, and ten thousand people were not open. Such a fierce person would not be met a few times in his life. It is precisely because of this person that Wang Jing has a kind of desire for power. mood.
　　 The feeling of being in the army of the army, rushing vertically and horizontally, after the adrenaline burst, deeply fascinated him.
　　 "At that time, I was in a hurry and I didn't introduce myself yet. My name is Liang Po. Come with me. There is an acquaintance who wants to talk to you."
After 　　 finished speaking, Liang Po took the lead to walk outside. After Wang Jing and the rest of the Thunder Army soldiers next to him explained a few words, they followed behind.
　　 The imperial city imperial army that had originally lined up in front of them took two steps to both sides in an instant, spreading out a road, neatly and uniformly, with a forceful momentum.
　　 Seeing that the steps ahead were not fast, but every step across the huge back, Wang Jing couldn't help but think of the boy who was at the lake that day and told the story, the boy with serious eyes.
　　 If I remember correctly, this man in front of me should be the home of the young man, and the most important thing is to hear what the imperial city forbidden army said at the beginning that this is the White Emperor Palace where the Lord of Great Xia lives.
　　Who's home will be unobstructed in the Baidi Palace?
　　Who's home will be able to stand still before the torrent of ten thousand beasts?
　　 Only the emperor!
　　With the progress of the footsteps, the surrounding scenes gradually changed, and various unnamed flowers on both sides of the road bloomed, and exuded a faint charming fragrance.
The towering sacred tree not far away is getting closer and closer, and Wang Jing's fists are gradually clenched, and he swallows some dry saliva. At any rate, he has seen the world, and every year before. Zeng's own father also visited the prefect's house in Fengcheng to celebrate the New Year, and even rushed in front of the once-in-a-century beast wave in Hexu Mountain.
　　 But ten thousand beasts are in front, not as nervous as the moment.
Along the way, Wang Jing felt no fewer than dozens of waves of sight swept over him. After each wave of his sights, the hairs on his back would stand up unconsciously. This was something he could sense in his cultivation. Those that cannot be sensed should be more.
　　 Finally, after a long passage, the field of vision in front of him suddenly opened up. It was an extremely flat lawn.
　　 Between the floating green life spirits, the life spring water playfully blew up the syrup. Under the tree is a very tall crystal with the pink of cherry blossoms, and beside the crystal is a dark black wide royal table.
　　 Zhao Yu, who was sitting behind the Yu table, raised his head, looked at Wang Jing coming from not far away, and couldn't help but smile slightly.
　　 When we met for the first time, you and I were both teenagers. By the lake, we used tea instead of wine to respect the world and startled a pool of gulls and herons.
When 　　 met again, the emperor's robe swayed and the helmet was added, all fighting for the promise he had made.
　　 The two pairs of eyes were intertwined, looking at the ebony pupils of the young emperor in front of him, Wang Jingxin instantly calmed down, because the pupils contained the vitality and spirit he was very familiar with.
　　 World affairs, young heart.